Chapter 307

Being pointed at by seven or eight people with guns, Daryl could only stand there with his hands raised, but in his heart he still sneered at the man's courage.

From the other party's many small actions, it can be seen that the man is very cautious, or to put it bluntly, he is timid.

Soon he was forced off the motorcycle at gunpoint. The other party left two people to watch him, and the rest walked to the Hummer and began to check the scene.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Daryl began to quickly look at these people. He had to quickly determine who he was facing and how strong they were, so that he could deal with the next things more calmly.

His eyes swept over each of the other parties, and he quickly judged the strength of both sides in his mind. If it was one-on-one, he could deal with any of these people. Thinking of this, he glanced at the two cars coming from the other side. The car bodies processed with metal plates looked very familiar.

Isn't this how cars are modified in the base? Is it a coincidence? And the Hummer on the roadside was also modified in this way, it's obvious that they are in the same group.

A series of clues kept flashing through his mind. Daryl's calm expression concealed his somewhat panicked mood at the moment, and he waited for the other party silently.

Several people quickly searched the scene. The man's face was a little gloomy, and he seemed very angry about the death of his companion. He whispered a few words to the people around him, and then walked towards Daryl.

After taking a look at him first, the man suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie from Daryl's waist and shook it with a playful look on his face.

"Look what I found? It seems you have other partners?"

Daryl tried to snatch the walkie-talkie back with an expressionless face, but the two men beside him held him at gunpoint and he could only look at the man with disdain.

"This is what I use to monitor nearby survivors. How could you see that I have companions? Do I look like someone who would join any organization with my equipment? Or is there something wrong with your brain?"

The man was not angry, but a little brother next to him growled.

"Who do you think you're talking to? Behave yourself!"

Just as the younger brother was about to step forward and teach him a lesson, the man stopped him with his hand, but the smile on his face faded a lot.

"Let me introduce myself. You can call me Hiro. What's your name?"

“…”

Daryl just looked at Shiro coldly and didn't intend to speak. This action made the younger brothers behind Shiro very unhappy. They pointed their guns at his head, and they were about to shoot if he didn't speak.

"When someone politely introduces themselves, the other person should at least give their name. Isn't that common sense?"

"I can also ignore you."

"Fuck you!"

One of the younger brothers finally couldn't help but throw a punch. This punch was filled with anger, and naturally he used all his strength.

Daryl looks calm, but he is actually always on alert. Seeing the fists getting closer and closer, he doesn't panic at all. Not to mention that he was already quite skilled before the apocalypse, plus he has been training with Lu Jiayi for nearly two years since the apocalypse. It can be said that his fighting ability is much higher than that in the original drama.

He just tilted his head slightly to avoid the opponent's fist, and then naturally hit the opponent's stomach with his elbow. The guy's face turned from red to green, his body shrank instantly, and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, lying there like a cooked shrimp.

The others' faces changed slightly when they saw this, and they raised their guns.

Hiro waved his hand to signal them to put down their guns, then stared at him, and after a while suddenly burst into laughter.

"Not bad, not bad. You are quite skilled. I now believe that you are surviving on your own. So you still don't plan to tell me your name?"

"Darryl."

"Darryl…good, everyone put down your guns."

Shiro greeted him, then suddenly raised the intercom in his hand and pressed the talk button.

"Zizi... Whoever you are, listen to me. I have your people in my hands, Daryl. Let's make an appointment to discuss the deal. I'll give you one minute to reply. If the time is up, I'll kill him directly."

After saying this, Hiro shook the walkie-talkie in his hand, seeming to be very proud of what he did.

Daryl was a little nervous. He was not sure whether his people were nearby. If they were, they would definitely respond, and this would put both them and himself in danger.

However, he still maintained an indifferent look on the surface. At this time, he could only take a gamble.

More than forty seconds passed slowly.

"It seems they are unwilling to come and rescue you."

Hiro reluctantly clicked the talk button again.

"The last ten seconds, ten, nine..."

The countdown ended quickly, and there was still no response from the intercom.

"OK, it seems you are telling the truth."

Patting Daryl on the shoulder, a smile appeared on Hiro's face again.

"I think you're pretty good. You're good at fighting and you're calm when things get tough. Just follow us from now on."

"team leader!"

As soon as Shiro finished speaking, the younger brother who had just stood up beside him shouted unhappily, but after seeing the look in Shiro's eyes, he shut his mouth obediently. However, the look he gave Daryl was full of hatred.

Hiro pointed at the three people closest to him and introduced them.

"This is my driver Miles, Johnny, and Gal. I won't introduce the others one by one. You will get to know them later."

After saying that, he clapped his hands and signaled everyone to get on the bus.

"Everyone, go back and pack up."

Daryl was arranged to sit in the car at the back. He glanced at the motorcycle thrown on the side of the road, said nothing, and got into the car obediently.

This is the best possible situation at the moment. If he has any more objections, he will probably be in danger.

On the way back.

Shiro was sitting in the car in front, playing with Daryl's walkie-talkie in his hand, and spoke to the people in the back of the car in a gloomy tone.

"Keep an eye on this guy when you get back. I don't think things are that simple."

"Yes, Captain."

The three of them quickly agreed, and Miles, who was driving, suddenly spoke.

"Captain, what about Paul's murder?"

Hiro looked at the road ahead with a gloomy expression, thought for a moment and then continued.

"If they can destroy them, their firepower must be very strong, and they may even have armor-piercing bullets. These people may be the rebels from the two bases, or they may have other forces that came to Birmingham. Whatever the reason, it is not good news for us. I always feel that Daryl is related to this matter. You must keep a close eye on him and tell me immediately if he makes any move."

…

In a factory building more than 20 kilometers away from the Legion settlement, a bus was parked quietly inside. The retractable door at the entrance was half closed. There were several corpses of zombies lying outside, and several people were cleaning up.

In the bus.

"Lu, why is Daryl here? Is this a trap?"

"Since the other party can mention Daryl's name, it should be true."

Tzi was obviously a little anxious. He looked at the walkie-talkie that was snatched away by Lu Jiayi, and then asked with some confusion.

"Then why don't we respond? Wouldn't that put Daryl in danger?"

Looking around, he found that everyone was looking at him, and Lu Jiayi slowly shook his head.

"No, Daryl will be in danger if we answer."

"Why?"