Chapter 198

On the open space of the Iron Hand Group stronghold, the cold wind rolled sand and gravel onto everyone's faces,

but no one dared to raise their hands to cover it. The member Wang Yong, who was treated as the "mole", was pressed to the ground by two guards,

his hands tied behind his back, and a rusty machete pressed against his neck.

Zhou Bao stood on the high platform, his eyes coldly scanning the members below,

his voice like quenched ice: "Wang Yong colluded with the Starfire Group and passed messages to Lin Guodong,

causing us to be passive many times; executing him today is to let everyone know the end of betraying the Iron Hand Group!"

Wang Yong struggled desperately, a hoarse shout coming from his throat: "I didn't! I have never even seen the Starfire Group people!

It's them framing me!

Leader,

believe me!

" His gaze swept over the backbone members off the stage, those who had trained with him just yesterday,

but at this moment they all kept their heads down, no one daring to meet his eyes—they were clear that Wang Yong was just a scapegoat used to appease Zhou Bao's anger, but no one dared to stand out and expose it.

Zhou Bao waved his hand impatiently: "Less nonsense! Do it!" The moment the machete fell,

Wang Yong's shouting stopped abruptly, and blood splashed on the dry land, the heat quickly blown away by the wind.

Zhou Bao looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked at everyone: "Whoever dares to collude with the outside world again, this will be your end!"

The members were so scared their whole bodies trembled; some quietly clenched their fists, but dared not make any movements.

The several backbone members responsible for fabricating the "evidence" stood behind the crowd, their faces pale—they didn't expect Zhou Bao would really use lethal force, and at this moment their hearts were full of lingering fear, fearing that one day they would also become such a

scapegoat.

That afternoon, the atmosphere in the stronghold became exceptionally oppressive. During training, no one dared to say an extra word,

and if their movements were slightly slow, they would be reprimanded; when eating, members each carried their lunch boxes and hid in corners,

fearing that being too close to others would make them suspected; when sleeping at night, many people kept their eyes open until dawn, pricking up their ears to listen to the movements outside, fearing that guards would suddenly break in.

The member Li Da, who was responsible for guarding the supplies, accidentally knocked over a box of bullets while counting ammunition,

and the scattered bullets rolled all over the ground. He was so scared he immediately squatted down to pick them up,

and in his panic, his finger was cut by a bullet casing. The guard nearby saw this scene and immediately gathered around vigilantly: "What are you doing? Are you deliberately trying to destroy the supplies?"

Li Da waved his hands hurriedly: "No! I knocked them over accidentally; I'll clean them up immediately!"

But the guard didn't believe him at all, and dragged him toward Zhou Bao's room: "The leader said,

any suspicious person must be taken over for interrogation; you come with us!" Li Da struggled and shouted that he was wronged, but no one paid attention, and he could only be forcibly dragged away.

Such scenes were constantly staged in the stronghold. Some were suspected of deliberately passing signals because their coughing was too loud,

some were treated as lazy because they were a few minutes late for a shift change, and some were even taken away for questioning for a long time just because they looked in the direction of Lin Guodong one too many times.

The feeling of everyone being in danger spread like a plague, and many members began to secretly plan to leave—they would rather face zombies outside than stay in this stronghold where they might lose their lives at any time.

Zhou Bao looked at the appearance of the members, but his heart didn't have the slightest loosening. In his view,

only by using this high-pressure means could the members be kept "loyal",

and could the last territory of the Iron Hand Group be guarded. What he didn't know was that this baseless suspicion and slaughter

was bit by bit disintegrating the foundation of the Iron Hand Group, and more and more people began to have dissatisfaction with him, but no one dared to express it.

Lin Guodong, who was locked in the ruins, heard the news that Wang Yong had been executed, and his heart was full of complexity.

Liu Mei handed him a glass of water: "Zhou Bao is killing people so indiscriminately; the Iron Hand Group will fall apart sooner or later.

Should we take this opportunity to leave here and find a place where no one knows us to start over?"

Lin Guodong shook his head: "Now there are zombies and small forces everywhere outside; with Xiaoxiao, we can't go far at all. Wait a bit longer; maybe there will be a turning point."

He looked in the direction of the stronghold in the distance, a flash of hesitation in his eyes—he knew that

his current situation was all thanks to Zhou Bao and the Iron Hand Group, but he didn't have the ability to resist, and could only watch the Iron Hand Group move toward chaos step by step in this ruin.