[TWD x Resident Evil] — Chapter 272 - Successfully Provoking the Battle

Vincent stood in the lead pickup truck's bed, the fierce wind whipping his expensive silk shirt until it snapped and cracked.

He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of air.

He loved this feeling.

This feeling of controlling everything, of being about to crush the enemy.

"Jack!" he shouted.

"Here, boss!" Jack stuck his head out from the passenger side, his face alight with a sickly excitement.

"What do you think, will the cigars in the Governor's office be Cuban?"

Vincent smiled.

"But I hope so, otherwise I'll feel this party is missing a little something."

He was already starting to plan how to remodel the Governor's territory into his own main base. Drifting around on the highways forever wasn't much of a life, after all.

That Asian kid, Glenn, was a goddamn lucky star.

Once all this was over, he really might have to consider turning the Hellfire Club into a more diversified criminal organization.

Not just intercepting fleeing refugees, but also raiding other camps.

The convoy stopped behind a hillside about a kilometer away from Woodbury.

As the engines died, the world fell instantly silent, leaving only the sound of the wind.

"Go take a look."

Vincent jumped down from the truck, his movements as elegant as if he were attending an outdoor cocktail party.

Jack immediately understood, fetched a pair of military binoculars from the vehicle, and trotted over obsequiously to hand them to him.

Vincent took the binoculars, adjusted the focus, and leisurely gazed toward that seemingly peaceful little town.

The next second, the smile on his face froze.

Inside the circular view of the binoculars, there were no drowsy farmers, no rusty hunting rifles.

Instead, there were wooden walls reinforced to a hair-raising degree, even wrapped with barbed wire.

The number of watchtowers was double what Glenn had described.

On each watchtower stood at least three fully armed soldiers, vigilantly scanning everything around them.

On both sides of the gate, behind makeshift barricades piled high with sandbags, protruded the thick barrels of anti-materiel sniper rifles.

What the fuck kind of empty city was this?

This was a military fortress armed to the teeth!

A steel meat grinder that could chew up a rabble like them without leaving a single bone chip behind!

"Glenn..."

Vincent lowered the binoculars and softly murmured the name.

His voice was calm, but in his eyes, a towering rage ignited, fierce enough to burn the entire world to ash.

He had been played.

He, Vincent, the man who toyed with everyone in the palm of his hand, had been played like a fool by an Asian kid who looked completely harmless!

Glenn had fed him false intel!

That humiliation of being betrayed was a hundred times stronger than being messed with by the Governor last night!

No, ten thousand times!

He had already trusted Glenn!

How could that kid hide it so well!

Fuck!

"Boss... does the situation... seem a little off?"

Jack, looking at Vincent's face, dark enough to drip water, asked cautiously.

"Off?"

Vincent whipped his head around, grabbed Jack by the collar, and lifted his entire body up.

"You call this a little fucking off?!"

He was practically roaring right into Jack's face, spittle spraying all over him.

"It's a trap! Glenn fed us false intel! We walked right into their goddamn net!"

He shoved Jack away, drew the silver Desert Eagle from his waist, and racked the slide.

"Retreat! Everyone, prepare to retreat!"

Vincent screamed hoarsely at the men behind him.

He no longer wanted revenge. He just wanted to get back to the gas station immediately.

Vincent snatched up the walkie-talkie, pressed the talk button, his handsome face twisting into something like a demon from hell.

"Glenn! You damn bastard! You dare play me!"

"I'll make you—"

Before he could finish, a crisp gunshot suddenly rang out from that distant hillside that had seemed so peaceful!

BANG!

A bullet struck the metal railing of the highest watchtower in Woodbury with pinpoint accuracy, spraying a string of blinding sparks.

On the hillside, Glenn calmly lowered his rifle, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said to Vincent.

"Vincent, since you're here, stay a while. Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I've prepared a huge surprise for you. Leaving now would just be disrespecting me, Glenn."

"Fuck, Glenn, what the hell are you doing?!" Rat Boss, hiding beside him, was so scared his face turned white.

"Fanning the flames, obviously."

Glenn turned off the walkie-talkie, without looking back, and pulled the bolt.

He knew people like Vincent too well.

Arrogant, paranoid, but even more afraid of death.

The moment he discovered it was a trap, he would absolutely choose to retreat immediately.

Boss Leon's plan absolutely could not get stuck here.

Since you're still hesitating, I'll give you a little push.

Glenn raised his gun again. This time, his sights were not aimed at Woodbury.

They were aimed at the gas tank of the Harley motorcycle right at Vincent's feet, at the very front of the Highwaymen's convoy.

"Goodbye, idiot."

BANG!

The second gunshot!

The bullet screamed through the air, and the next second, that gleaming Harley exploded with a thunderous roar!

A massive fireball shot into the sky, and the violent shockwave sent Vincent and Jack, who were closest, flying to the ground!

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

Over at Woodbury, alarms instantly blared to the heavens!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" the soldiers on the watchtower let out hoarse roars.

They saw the Highwaymen's convoy, and they also saw the motorcycle that had suddenly exploded.

From their perspective, this was the enemy's signal to attack!

"Open fire!"

Martinez, standing on the wall, gave the order without a moment's hesitation.

Da-da-da-da-da-da—!

The heavy machine gun was unmasked and spat out lethal tongues of flame!

A rainstorm of bullets instantly blanketed the Highwaymen's forward positions!

Dirt, gravel, and human flesh were churned into the sky together!

"Ah—!"

Several bikers charging at the very front didn't even have time to react before the dense hail of bullets shredded them into bloody sieves, sending both men and bikes crashing to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Vincent scrambled up from the ground, wiping the blood from his face. Just now, luckily Jack had been in front and happened to shield him, otherwise he'd be finished!

All he felt was pain. He could no longer tell if the blood was his or his men's.

Like a madman, he stared at this hell on earth before him.

Retreat?

How the fuck was he supposed to retreat now?!

They were already pinned down in this open ground by the enemy's firepower!

Retreating now meant showing their backs to the enemy as targets!

"Return fire! All of you, fucking return fire!"

Vincent, looking utterly deranged, grabbed a rifle and fired wildly at Woodbury's walls.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

The Highwaymen thugs also snapped out of their initial confusion, the instinct to survive overriding everything.

They fired madly at Woodbury with every weapon they had.

On the hillside, Oscar and Rat Boss watched the scene before them, which rivaled a war movie, utterly dumbfounded.

In unison, they turned their heads to look at the Asian youth who was leisurely wiping down his rifle barrel.

"Holy shit..."

It took Rat Boss a long while to squeeze two words through gritted teeth.

"Glenn... you fucking... really are a genius."

Glenn ignored their astonishment and looked toward the group of panicked drug dealers.

Now, it was time for those drug dealers to turn.

Today would definitely be Vincent's death day!

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