Chapter 11 Ashford and Carlos ()

Ashford was indeed here to pursue people. This man was called Carlos. He was said to have been a mercenary. Now he is with a child, which is said to be his son. Of course, it is not a trivial matter to let Ashford take action himself. Carlos stole his things and snatched a lot. A whole cart, of course, is not a shopping cart.

Ashford was originally just a small person in Anchorage. He relied on making illegal things to exchange for money to live. His business scope was very wide, including drugs, guns... He was pimped when his business was not good until the disaster came.

This is an indiscriminate massacre, regardless of status, wealth and race. The famous figures in Anchorage disappeared overnight. Of course, there were not many living people living, and Ashford was one of them. At that time, he was making a bunch of guns. The US government did not allow civilians to possess automatic weapons, but this is Alaska. Many people like to shoot machine guns in a row, so reselling guns can be considered a relatively active industry in Alaska. The reason why it is active but not to make money is because this industry does not make much money. There are semi-automatic AAR15 stores. You just change it to an automatic method and the price is too high and no one cares about you.

So there are only twenty AAR15 in Ashford's warehouse and five thousand bullets. If the ratio is based on military use, the ratio of this bullet is a little smaller, but you have to know that this is not Iraq. People who buy guns may not be able to empty a magazine in their lifetime, so the bullets cannot enter too many bullets.

Then the virus came, and Ashford survived fortunately. As the first person to react and possess weapons, he quickly summoned a team and robbed Anchorage's National Guard - you read that right, the surviving National Guard was fighting zombies everywhere, but he didn't expect that his headquarters was actually brought to the protection. This is also the reason why Anchorage was paralyzed immediately after the disaster came.

After someone from Ashford had a gun, he was ambitious to eliminate the zombies in the city and lived up to the savior. As a result, after a battle, he not only lost troops and removed generals, but also felt unbearable to the consumption of ammunition. The zombies were too fast, and his soldiers often failed to hit the target after emptying a magazine. Moreover, those damn zombies always hid in dark corners and never walked out to fight with dignity - or were shot.

Ashford, who quickly dispelled his ambition, did not give up his dream of being a big shot. He took people to clean up a place, then began to collect food and other necessary items everywhere, and then sold it to survivors in the city. Of course, he did not charge money, and could only exchange it with items he liked. Because he is now the largest force in Anchorage, the survivors could only dare not speak out. People like Jill and Nicole escaped to try their luck, and more people could only stay and wait for the situation to improve or wait for the government to rescue.

Carlos and his son were not natives. Because he took the children, he started to act a little late after the disaster. Under Ashford's exploitation, he soon became penniless. Ashford had no good feelings for the proletariat, but was full of vigilance. So he immediately ordered the carlos and his son to be driven away and let them die.

As a result, Carlos taught him a vivid lesson, that is, no matter how many people he had under him, he was just civilians who had just picked up the gun, and they were still far from the standards of the warriors. However, Carlos was not a superman, and faced with dozens of civilians holding automatic weapons, he had no choice but to escape.

However, his military literacy played a role this time. He took his children around Anchorage and did not dare to go to places where there were zombies, but he always stole Ashford's things, of course, mainly food. Ashford mainly relies on the food he plundered everywhere for other people's things, but as time went by, the food he could find was less and less. He had to organize a large number of people to go to the zombie territory to grab food, which made him lose manpower every day, and of course he could not tolerate someone stealing his things. So one day, the elite soldiers and generals he organized caught Carlos's traces, so he led the people all the way, chasing Carlos until his car was exhausted and fled into the town.

Ashford had learned about Carlos' ability to play hide-and-seek in the city. When he watched Carlos run into the town, he was anxious and shouted loudly to his driver to speed up. As a result, the Hummer, which was driving fast, rushed into the pile of debris dragged out of Ye Zhiqiu from the convenience store, and almost overturned.

Ashford covered his face that was blue by a pillar and sweared loudly, jumped out of the car, and then found Carlos with his son standing by the wall not far away. The shopping cart was crossing the ground between them, and the food on the car was sprinkled all over the floor. Obviously, Carlos did not perfectly escape the obstacles on the ground.

Ashford suddenly felt that his hard work these days was worth it. Carlos's behavior set a bad precedent for others. If he could not let Carlos get punished, a second and a third Carlos would soon come out to steal his things. After all, the survivors could exchange less and less.

Carlos, who had just experienced hiking and escaped, had a hard time with his father. Fortunately, his son could no longer run, so Carlos was preparing to negotiate with Ashford here. He looked at Ashford and his men who were pushing in from all directions with a gun and said with a smile: "We're meeting again."

"Yes." Ashford held his samp;wm500 pistol with his left hand, rubbed his swollen face with his right hand, and said gritting his teeth: "I'm very happy, but I don't think you should be happy."

Carlos smiled and said, "Okay, you've found me. But aren't you going to have someone check the environment here first?"

Ashford was stunned for a moment. He only focused on capturing Carlos, but he had never paid attention to anything else. He looked up at the sky and smiled and said, "Do you mean there are zombies in this town? Everyone knows that they hate the sun."

"Maybe there is one that is not that annoying." Carlos smiled and gestured.

Ashford looked at him and immediately found a corpse lying on the street not far away, but from this perspective, he couldn't be sure it was a zombie. So he signaled, and a subordinate walked over to check it out, and then he said to Carlos: "No matter whether that is, you are dead. As a civilized person..." He looked at the child beside Carlos: "I will leave him and let him be my slave."

Carlos laughed, then he looked up and revealed the gun in his hand, which was a Glock 17 pistol.
Chapter completed!