Chapter 60
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At that moment, a motorcycle suddenly appeared from behind the pickup truck.
The motorcycle didn't slow down, quickly overtook the two enemies, and then stopped.
When the two enemies saw someone blocking their way, they finally stopped running.
Daryl got out of the carriage, glanced at the two men, raised his crossbow, and shot them both dead.
The two people showed no fear of death, only a sense of relief.
Moore stopped his motorcycle and complained irritably, "What are you doing?"
"What?" Daryl retrieved his two crossbow bolts and looked coldly at his brother. "I completed the mission and killed the enemy."
"Do you know what I'm asking?"
Mohr couldn't understand it at all, so he got off the motorcycle and walked towards Daryl.
Daryl stood firm: "Their fate was death, and I did not fail."
"But you were merciful, weren't you?" A hint of mockery flashed in Moore's eyes. "Didn't you always think you were superior to me?"
"Is he kinder than me?"
"Ah, my brother is so cruel. He made people run themselves ragged and then shot them one by one."
"Well, I'm incredibly kind. I just blew their fucking heads off with a crossbow bolt!"
More became increasingly angry as he spoke, his smile long gone. "I'm an asshole, I'm a bad person."
"But I didn't do anything to betray the team. I was practicing my shooting, training my men's marksmanship. If that's called cruelty, mercy towards the enemy, then what's that called towards your own people?"
While the two were arguing, the ten team members routinely cleaned up the area, making no attempt to conceal their argument.
Daryl and Moore were quite perceptive; they even took a few steps to the side of the road and continued arguing.
The team members could tell that the two had a good relationship, but their different ideas led to frequent conflicts.
For example, when it comes to killing enemies, the outcome is always death, but in terms of the process, Moore tends to be a bit cruel, to warn other enemies and to establish authority within the team.
Daryl, on the other hand, would be more merciful, perhaps by giving a headshot or something, to minimize the enemy's suffering.
There's nothing to agonize over; neither of them is wrong.
Amidst the commotion, Daryl and Moore completed the massacre at the second ranch.
It's worth mentioning that, like a sulking child, Moore deliberately tortured and killed enemies in front of Daryl, and even said in a cocky tone:
"Ah, how cruel I am! The enemy's blood makes me boil. I can't help but want to tear them apart, break their bones inch by inch, and drink every drop of their blood."
Daryl didn't waste any words, raised his hand and fired a crossbow bolt, instantly killing the enemy that Mor was holding, silencing Mor instantly.
Despite their bickering, the two accomplished their mission admirably, eliminating the enemy completely.
The corpses hung from the oak trees, swaying in the wind.
After Daryl finished his mission on the second ranch, Caesar's mission also ended.
The two groups returned to Caesar Ranch.
Guillermo led his men out of the darkness, each one fully armed and carrying a gun.
Upon seeing that it was Caesar and his party, Guillermo opened the ranch gate.
Guillermo glanced at the crowd and asked in a low voice, "Any casualties?"
Caesar smiled and patted Guillermo on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you're not injured. Tonight went very smoothly."
"Go back and get some rest. You've worked hard too!"
Guillermo nodded and led his team back to their original guard post.
Caesar selected a few men to patrol the border of Caesar Ranch, where they could take turns resting.
As for the four ranches we just captured tonight, we'll have to take them over tomorrow.
Daryl and Moore were also exhausted and didn't even feel like arguing.
Caesar learned from their teammates about their argument and realized that they would have to separate the two and lead their teams.
Thinking to himself, Caesar was also quite tired. He clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, go back and rest. The mission rewards will be announced tomorrow."
When the reward was mentioned, everyone's tired faces lit up with joy. Just as they were about to cheer, they saw Caesar's gesture to stop them.
"The rest of the ranch is still sleeping, so don't make a sound. Everyone go back and celebrate on your own."
After saying goodbye to everyone, Caesar returned to the stone house.
The exterior of the stone house is mainly built of stone, but the interior has been modernized and is fully equipped with fireplaces and other amenities.
A dim, yellowish light shone from inside the room, and a hint of doubt flashed in Caesar's eyes.
Logically, there shouldn't be anyone in the room. Could it be that Guillermo overlooked something and let someone in?
Caesar reached for the pistol at his lower back with his right hand, leaned against the left side of the door, and gently pushed open the front door with his left hand.
In the dimly lit corridor, the yellowish firelight flickered. Amy jumped up from the sofa with delight, a smile spreading across her face: "You're back?"
Caesar was stunned for a moment. Amy's fair skin was radiant and captivating in the firelight, and her white slip dress clung to her body, revealing her alluring curves.
Caesar spoke, only to find his voice hoarse: "Didn't you go look for your sister?"
Amy tilted her head. "No, I was just thinking that you'd be back too late. You might feel lonely by yourself."
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Caesar closed the door, casually took off his coat, walked up to Amy, and his nostrils were filled with the faint fragrance emanating from her.
"Shall we do it?"
"Huh?" Amy was slightly taken aback, then her face turned red, she turned her head away, and her little hands clasped together: "Okay, okay."
As she said this, Amy's blush deepened, and she awkwardly tossed her hair aside.
The next moment, Amy was lifted up in a horizontal embrace, and the feeling of weightlessness made her gasp.
"Mmm..."
Caesar covered Amy's mouth and carried her to the sofa.
There were no extra lights in the living room, only the firewood burning quietly in the fireplace, making a crackling sound, and the living room windows were covered.
On the sofa, clothes were scattered haphazardly, and the two were entwined together.
Amy's eyes gradually filled with tears, and her fair skin flushed.
The two had a wonderful night.
As dawn broke, the sleeping pastures gradually awoke.
Andrea lives in a communal dormitory with other women who have no family.
She knew that Amy, as Caesar's secretary, had much better accommodations than she did.
To avoid feeling envious, Andrea didn't ask Amy where she lived.
In the morning, when Andrea went to find Amy, she discovered that she didn't know where her sister lived.
Andrea found Carol and asked, "Do you know where my sister lives?"
Carol raised an eyebrow and asked, "You don't know?"
"I..." Andrea looked Carol up and down, noticing the strange look in Carol's eyes, "Can you just say it directly?"
Carol coughed lightly. "Your sister Amy lives with Caesar."
"What?"
Andrea's eyes widened, wondering if she had misheard something.