Chapter 41
Lies
"Okay, put the gun down. Don't point it at people so easily."
Upon hearing Caesar's order, Tite had no choice but to put down his gun and hand the walkie-talkie to Jenner.
"Here you go, you two chat!"
After saying that, Tite turned and left the room.
Only Jenner and a walkie-talkie remained in the room, and a voice came from the walkie-talkie.
"Dr. Jenner, hello, it's an honor to meet you!"
"I apologize for Tite's recklessness. My intention was to give Tite a suitable opportunity for us to sit down and talk calmly."
"Oh, really?" Jenna breathed a sigh of relief; it was so good to be able to communicate with normal people.
When talking to Tite, he was always worried that he would suddenly find himself with a bullet hole in his body.
"Yes, I now sincerely invite you to join my team." Caesar directly expressed his intentions.
"You've figured it out too, haven't you? Tite has nothing to do with Rick and the others. I sent Tite specifically to find you."
"And you, Dr. Jenner, are among the most outstanding talents in the world. The only hope for developing a vaccine to treat the virus lies with you."
Despite Caesar's flattery, Jenner remained unfazed, simply replying, "You overestimate me. I can't develop a vaccine!"
"Why can't you do it?" Caesar was no longer going to play games with Jenner and directly played his trump card.
"It's because of your wife, Candice. She told me you're an excellent researcher and she believes you can develop a vaccine."
Jenner's gaze became vacant, and he began to experience tinnitus.
Candace...
How could it be Candice?!
Anger and shame swirled in her mind, and Jenner stood up and shouted into the walkie-talkie.
"What are you talking about, you bastard? My wife is dead! What kind of joke is this?!"
"I know Candice is dead. We were friends, but not very close," Caesar calmly spun his lie.
"She told me about the situation at the CDC, and also about her infection with the virus and how she was about to become a zombie."
Jenner realized something was wrong. If Candice and this person weren't close, why would Candice tell him about the situation at the CDC, and why would she say she was going to become a zombie?
The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie seemed to read his mind and explained, "Candace knows I'm not an ordinary rancher; I know a lot about this apocalypse."
"Furthermore, I also have the ability to get you out of the CDC before it self-destructs, and to protect you so you can survive in the apocalypse."
Upon hearing Caesar's words, Jenner seemed to lose all her strength and slumped into her chair.
Yes, the only person who cares about me and understands me this much is Candice. Candice must have known that I would refuse to leave the CDC and choose death.
"Candice, please ask me to make sure you continue your vaccine research. She's an exceptionally gifted researcher, and so are you. Otherwise, how could she possibly fall in love with an ordinary person?"
"Because, in her eyes, you are just as radiant."
Jenner's lips curled into a slight smile. Candace was the only person who would encourage her like this.
Well, Jenner lowered his eyelids; he had decided to join Caesar's team.
Jenner then began to inquire about the specifics of Caesar's team.
"What?! Your camp is in a valley?!"
"How am I supposed to do the experiment? I don't have a space! I don't have any equipment, how am I supposed to do the experiment?"
Jenner was dumbfounded. He thought he could go there and enjoy a life of luxury, with no worries about food, clothing, or pleasure.
I never imagined life there would be so tough.
"Uh...we don't have the lab equipment, but the CDC does!"
"At that time, we will move all the equipment away, and we will find a new place to build an experimental base."
Caesar awkwardly tried to appease him.
There's no way around it; in the apocalypse, the only places that still have laboratories are the three-city alliance: Philadelphia, Portland, and Omaha.
Philadelphia, also known as the mysterious Citizens' Republic.
Other groups, such as Woodbury, the Salvation Army, and the Commonwealth, were not able to build a laboratory.
This can only be achieved when technological capabilities have recovered to a certain stage.
Caesar assured him, "Don't worry, if you need any experimental equipment, as long as you know where it is, we will definitely get it for you as soon as possible."
Hearing Caesar's assurances, Jenner felt a little relieved.
Actually, he wasn't really that concerned about the experimental site. He was just worried that if he joined Caesar's team and couldn't even conduct experiments to investigate the zombie virus, he would lose his value.
In that case, wouldn't we be left to struggle for survival in the apocalypse? We might as well just go and explode with the CDC.
"We'll be arriving at the CDC today, and we look forward to seeing you. Goodbye, Dr. Jenner!"
After Caesar finished speaking, he turned off the walkie-talkie and said to Rip beside him, "Speed up, let's get to the CDC as soon as possible."
Rip, wearing black sunglasses, looked somewhat aloof: "Okay."
Rip drove the truck, stepped on the gas, and quickly picked up speed.
A cone-shaped structure made of several triangular steel plates welded together was installed at the front of the truck. Because it was hollow, its weight was not heavy for a truck.
But with the truck's own kinetic energy, it smashed through abandoned vehicles blocking its path like a bulldozer.
As for zombies, they're just speed bumps to a truck.
As long as the numbers don't create a zombie horde, it won't pose any pressure.
From the sky, the entire convoy, with Ripp's large truck as its spearhead, plunged straight into the road, and anything in its path was overturned by the spike in front of the truck.
Behind the truck were several similar trucks. Except for the first one, the trucks behind were not equipped with spikes or rams, and they were almost full of food and supplies.
Sturdy pickup trucks were neatly arranged on both sides of the truck. The pickup trucks had also been modified in many ways, with anti-collision beams and some facilities to prevent zombies from getting stuck in the wheels.
In addition, there were two cruiser motorcycles traveling on both sides.
Daryl, riding his new motorcycle, glanced at Moore beside him and heard Moore listen to the walkie-talkie for a while before shouting at him.
"Hey bro. The boss told us to speed things up!"
Daryl immediately twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot off like an arrow.
Looking at Moore in the rearview mirror, Daryl smirked and said sarcastically, "You can't even get a whiff of my exhaust fumes!"
At that moment, a zombie suddenly rushed out from the side street. Although the zombie's speed could not match that of the motorcycle, just scraping against it would be enough to make the motorcycle lose control.
A gunshot rang out, and Moore rode over, gun in one hand and a cigar he had just found dangling from his mouth, chuckling hoarsely.
"You'll have to rely on your older brother! Hahahaha!"