The New Order 4

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Cesar's forehead. He knew that this man's words were sarcastic.

It was an instinctive reaction of his body.

Before the end of the world, he was also a soldier in the regular army. After the end of the world, he was fortunate enough to receive an escort mission, which led to his team being incorporated into the current forces they work for.

Cesar didn't know the origin of this organization, but judging by the complex preparations of the other party, the organization's high command probably knew about the impending end of the world long before it happened.

Today, the CRM has only been established for two years, and they are still recruiting personnel, whether it's combat personnel, scientific researchers, or even civilians. As long as the research is clean, they will accept them without exception. The only premise is that the accepted survivors must adhere to the organization's new legends and confidentiality.

Now, the man in front of him made him consider including him, but the premise is that the other party must accept the research. Although he felt a dangerous aura from these people, he wasn't afraid. As long as the other party understands them, they will know it would be foolish to go against them.

Thinking of this, Cesar ignored the sarcasm of this man and spoke directly.

"Listen, I don't know if you're interested in a place that is absolutely safe, without monsters, without danger, a place where you can easily sustain yourselves while working hard."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and looked at these people, not caring about the barrel of the gun by his side.

"Oh? Is there such a good place?"

"Of course, as long as you cooperate with us."

"You don't expect us to give you this equipment for free, do you?"

Cesar quickly showed his lack of interest and said, "No, you can form a combat team only after passing training. We have many survivors there, and we need a lot of manpower, whether it's for missions or maintaining internal stability."

"And you're in luck. We're currently recruiting elite survivors. The people you eliminated before were a bunch of lowlifes, so we only had some dealings with them. Those people have no idea about our internal information."

As he spoke, Airon only looked at him silently and didn't respond until he finished speaking, and the SCT soldiers exchanged silent glances, with a touch of mutual understanding.

Just when Cesar felt uneasy, Airon finally spoke: "Our current life is very good, and we don't need to cling to any influence like yours that clearly looks down upon those who cling to survival. As for the people who killed us before, I will deal with them myself. On the other hand, it seems that you have nothing to offer us that interests us."

"So, I'll take my people and leave. I hope you don't follow us. If you don't listen, you will bear the consequences of your actions, and believe me, you will die in terrible suffering."

Cesar's complexion didn't look good. It was the first time he invited a group of people to join them so politely. Of course, if the other party were actually recruited, those armored vehicles and tanks would definitely have to be handed over to the CRM.

But what surprised him was that the other party didn't even consider it and rejected him directly; that wasn't the outcome he wanted to see.

"You have to think carefully about it. This invitation is not for everyone; they are special."

But no matter what he said, Airon didn't respond, and Cesar could only look behind him.

"None of you are willing? Listen clearly, our place is very safe, with a large number of armed forces, and those mutated monsters pose no threat to us at all. Don't delay your secure and stable life in the future because of others' words! I'll give you another chance, those who want to join us, come forward directly."

Cesar's words still attracted many people. Many of the survivors who were originally captured by the Saviors as laborers showed signs of excitement. Some of them, though few, expressed interest.

Cesar was doing the final countdown in his mind and was about to finish, but finally, some people couldn't contain themselves and stepped forward.

"Can we join?"

Cesar seemed very happy to know that someone was willing to go with him, but soon he noticed the clothes of the first few people who approached. He furrowed his brow slightly, but then thought of something, put a smile back on his face, and his tone became enthusiastic.

"No problem, welcome all to join!"

Several survivors resembling refugees showed joy on their faces. From their perspective, although the suddenly appearing group had fewer people, the two helicopters were not decorations. Although these people in front of them saved them, they killed those Saviors, so who can guarantee what will happen to them after they are brought back?

Airon looked at the numerous people stepping forward and smiled with increasing happiness. These people are truly foolish.

"What? You're not going there? Don't worry, I won't stop you."

Looking back, Airon said calmly. In his opinion, instead of examining them after they return, it's better to let those bastards show their intentions. Otherwise, bringing them to the base would be very bad for their ranks.

Looking at George and Abraham, they understood what was about to happen, so they nodded and prepared their weapons.

The rest of the people didn't speak, but they all turned their gaze to a man behind them.

He is a Caucasian man with a thin face, which at first glance appears to be caused by malnutrition, but one can see a trace of indifference in his eyes.

"Thank you, sir, for saving us. I believe that at this very moment, we can be of great service to you, and we are also not interested in a man who speaks rubbish about other smaller communities."

Unexpectedly, he met an intelligent person who could figure out the current situation. Airon didn't say much, just nodded slightly and continued.

"Cesar, just a moment ago, I revealed valuable information to these people after liberating them from their oppressors. Seeing that you're not interested in taking them, I saved you the trouble."

"Kill them!"

When Airon said this, several soldiers shot all the survivors who were about to join the CRM, a future enemy of the S.C.T., in the head.

"Don't move!" Cesar shouted to his soldiers, panic in his eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Looking at all those corpses on the ground, Cesar widened his eyes and looked at Airon in a state of shock.

"Don't follow us, your organization is no match for ours, and it's not like we're weaker. Think it over and tell your leader, don't enter Alabama..."

Cesar watched the departing convoy with a grim face. He didn't expect the other party to be uninterested in what he said and dare to kill the people who had accepted. It seemed that the other party also had a very secure base.

"Cesar, are we letting them go?"

The man beside him asked quietly.

"We have to investigate them!"