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🕑 Added 2025-05-30 04:40:31 +0000 UTCA New Beginning From the End of the World
Chapter 143 – The Station, Part 2
Seeing who was shooting at them, Jason aimed carefully and began to fire. Bullets blasted out of his rifle’s barrel, and almost instantly the heads of two people exploded in a cloud of blood.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Trying to suppress the gunfire coming his way, Jason advanced slowly, occasionally hearing bullets whistle through the air right beside him. When he noticed George had driven into position, Jason didn’t approach—instead, he moved to the side while continuing to fire at those people.
Daryl and the others had already rushed out of the factory building. They quickly took in the situation and started shooting too, targeting the most exposed enemies.
Daryl saw his brother with blood on his hands and arms, and immediately ran toward him, crouching to check if he was injured.
“Merle! Brother! Are you hurt?”
Merle, who had been shot in the arm and was trying to apply pressure to Ravi’s severe wound as the man lay on the ground, looked at his younger brother and couldn’t help but grin. “What’s with you? You about to cry? I ain’t dead—help me with this idiot who got shot.”
Despite Merle’s offensive words, he felt furious and responsible for the man being injured. All he wanted now was to raise his weapon and gun down every one of those bastards.
“Move aside!”
Daryl shoved his brother with urgency and led him toward the modified RV, while Bob had already arrived with a first-aid kit and began working with Sasha.
At that moment, Glenn and the others also arrived. They helped support Merle while others assisted Ravi. “Daryl, this isn’t the time to treat the wounded—we need to back up Jason and T-Dog!”
George had already disembarked from the modified RV, carrying a weapon and a light machine gun. Up above, in the shooting platform, Jon was suppressing the enemy attack with a machine gun, and the sound of gunfire was relentless.
The initial panic had faded. Daryl, alongside Glenn, organized his thoughts, gripped his rifle, and got ready to attack.
Glenn, standing next to Daryl, whispered, “Daryl! Let’s stay here—we have to guard the rear.”
Hearing Glenn’s words, Daryl shook his head and moved forward, following George, who was a trained soldier with combat experience.
Watching Daryl’s figure disappear, Glenn could only grit his teeth. He quickly ran to the side of the modified RV and raised his rifle, firing at the people approaching their position.
Jason, who had advanced with T-Dog, counted the remaining enemies—there had to be no fewer than twenty-five. But they weren’t a serious threat, as they lacked military training.
In situations like this, combat experience, gear, and positioning make all the difference. Right now, Jason had all of those on his side, and he had no intention of leaving until every enemy was dead.
“T-Dog, just cover the ones coming from my left—I’ll push forward,” Jason said while reloading his rifle.
“I got you!” T-Dog nodded, sweat pouring down his face. Though the situation was tense, he felt no fear toward their attackers.
Just then, a man was running like he was chasing cats through a forest—but Jason had his eye on him. Pulling out a dagger, he motioned for T-Dog to keep firing as he waited for the man to get closer.
Thud!
With the sound of the man’s head hitting the ground, the figure fell—and Jason seized the moment to drive his knife into the man’s throat. With a terrified gaze, the man was stabbed three times. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he couldn’t utter a sound.
Off in the distance, Jason spotted another approaching target and raised his rifle.
Bang!
The bullet blasted from the chamber and sped toward the young man running ahead—but it didn’t strike his body. Instead, it pierced straight through his head.
After killing two of the Wolves’ fighters, Jason ran toward the rear with T-Dog, gripping his rifle tightly. Seeing multiple figures pass by them, he pulled the trigger—and together with T-Dog, they fired without hesitation.
Most of the Wolves were armed with blades; only a few had guns and were firing back. Jason’s primary targets were those with firearms.
He raised his rifle and shot the man at the front—his head burst in a spray of blood, pieces splattering to the ground. Just as Jason turned toward another target, he saw the firing port where Jon was stationed open again.
Jon had reloaded the machine gun.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Under the hail of gunfire from the machine gun, many bodies were torn apart by the high-caliber rounds, and those hiding behind a car were wiped out in seconds.
With Jon handling the armed enemies, Jason didn’t waste time wondering whether it was safe or not—he simply wanted to kill every last person who had attacked them.
The Wolves operated in packs. Whenever they moved together, there were initially thirty to forty people heading in their direction. Many had already been killed by Jason’s group and their overwhelming firepower. Though many were still stunned, at least half reacted quickly and returned fire.
Jason walked toward two men hiding behind a car. He pulled a knife from his vest and charged them. With a swift move, he stabbed one in the chest. As he turned to defend against the other’s attack—
T-Dog burst in from the side, tackled the man, and smashed his head against the pavement over and over until the blood stained the ground red.
Many of the Wolves now regretted their choices—they had never imagined the RV's defenses were bulletproof. The armor was solid, and its offensive capability was no joke—especially seeing Jon wiping out their group with the machine gun.
None of the Wolves approaching could hold onto their blades for more than two seconds. Seeing that the machine gun wasn’t firing in one direction, the remaining fighters headed that way—and found a man brutally stabbing one of their own.
Some of the bodies on the ground had gunshots to the head, stab wounds to the neck or lungs, and others were writhing in agony, unable to move.
Soon, more Wolves realized what was happening in that area and charged toward Jason. Two of them saw Jason was using a knife and tried to grab a gun from the ground to kill him—but just as they reached for it, bullets struck their heads.
Jon, having stepped away from the machine gun, had picked up a sniper rifle and started eliminating the men approaching Jason and T-Dog.
“Hey!”
Thud!
There were screams, cries, and nonstop gunfire. Some Wolves couldn’t do anything—they had no weapons and had underestimated their opponent’s strength.
The Wolves’ numbers were dwindling rapidly: thirty, twenty, ten… In just a few minutes, at least twenty-five of them were dead!
When they realized how drastically their numbers had fallen, one thought crossed the minds of the remaining Wolves: This group is terrifying! And at last, under the pressure of gunfire, they all turned and fled without looking back.
Sensing that no one was coming anymore, Jason lifted his head. His entire body was covered in blood, and his stained face stared coldly at the few people in front of him, his eyes full of murderous intent. This scene struck fear into them, and those near Jason and T-Dog began backing away slowly.
Jason raised his left hand, the black pistol in it a signal of death. As the Wolves ran, they heard shot after shot—several fell to the ground, unable to move.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Shooting at the fallen Wolves on the ground, Jason glanced at a figure fleeing in the distance, and just as he prepared to give chase, he heard Daryl’s voice behind him.
“Jason! Stop chasing them! Both Merle and Ravi were shot! We need to get back and help them!”
Hearing this, Jason grabbed his radio and ordered Jon, “Go after the one who ran—he’s wounded in the leg and shouldn’t have gotten far.”
“Zz... Roger that, sir!”
As soon as Jason boarded the modified RV, he saw Bob operating on Ravi in the infirmary. Glenn was helping to suppress the bleeding on Merle, who was now drinking alcohol.
Jason’s appearance shocked everyone. The battle had been so intense that no one had noticed his condition. As he walked toward the carriage, the strong smell of blood filled the air, and the knife in his hand was still dripping.
“There are all kinds of meds in the kits. George, assist Bob with whatever he needs,” Jason said, removing his blood-soaked vest.
“Yes, I need gauze—and everyone else, clear out of here,” Bob said with a serious expression. He knew the procedure well and began treating Ravi Kapoor’s wound, which was the most severe of all.
