Just as Daniel Hale frowned and was about to say something, Nina Jacobs spoke first:
"The security team is tasked with patrols, maintaining the base’s security, and stopping threats before they occur."
"Since when does that include holding trials?"
"Besides, I had no quarrel with the deceased."
"Why are you and this woman conspiring to frame me?"
"Are you two in this together?"
Apparently not expecting Nina Jacobs to be so sharp-tongued, Zephyr Lucas’s expression flickered with panic for a moment:
"I was just trying to save time."
"Since Miss Jacobs is unwilling to cooperate, we can just drop it."
"What do you mean, ’just drop it’?"
"That’s slander. Shouldn’t you apologize when you’ve made a false accusation?"
Sherry Renner blocked Zephyr Lucas’s way.
"If you don’t apologize today, then we’re going to the security team to sort this out and see who’s really in the right."
"Get out of my way."
Seeing the growing crowd, and even his own security team members looking at him with confusion, Zephyr Lucas had no choice but to concede:
"My apologies, Miss Jacobs. I was being too hasty."
Watching the crowd gradually disperse and the other group depart, Nina Jacobs turned to head back inside.
"It’s getting late. Let’s go back and get ready to head out."
"Captain, this is almost certainly another one of Crawford’s schemes."
Warren Ramsey couldn’t help but step forward and say.
That Nerissa Sutton was Hugo Crawford’s woman, but now she was dead right on Nina Jacobs’s doorstep.
"Don’t worry about it."
"Let them stir up whatever trouble they want."
Nina Jacobs’s calm demeanor reassured Wayne Abbott and the others.
"Our new captain, she really knows how to stay cool under pressure."
Inside Building 73, Warren Ramsey said in praise.
If he had been in her shoes, he probably would’ve blown a gasket.
But Nina Jacobs acted as if nothing had happened at all.
The others nodded in agreement. "It’s probably because of Daniel Hale, right? They’re family, so they’re not afraid of that Hugo Crawford fellow."
"That’s not it. Our captain is plenty strong on her own,"
Alaric Fletcher said.
"Alright, alright, we know you’re the captain’s biggest fan."
"We’re not saying she isn’t."
Valerian, one of the team members, said with a smile.
They hadn’t witnessed Nina Jacobs’s true strength.
Their feelings toward her were mostly gratitude and respect.
"So none of you suspect her, not even a little?"
A voice cut in, and everyone turned to look.
"What are you talking about, Althea? Isn’t it obvious?"
"There’s no way the Captain would kill that woman."
Eleanor wondered if Althea Coleman was still half-asleep.
"Oh, not really. I’m just saying it’s a possibility, you know?"
Althea Coleman feigned innocence.
Wayne Abbott frowned. "Althea Coleman, don’t say things like that again."
"Besides, it’s not a possibility."
Nina Jacobs was young, around the same age as Althea Coleman.
But in Wayne Abbott’s eyes, Nina Jacobs was a person of great depth and shrewdness.
She would never do something as foolish as killing someone on her own doorstep.
Although Wayne Abbott was no longer the captain, he still held a degree of authority among them.
Althea Coleman immediately apologized. "I know, Abbott. I was just kidding."
"Althea, she’s our benefactor,"
"Even if you like to joke around, you can’t make jokes about her."
Rosamund Hayes said with a resigned look, setting out bowls and utensils for everyone.
"I really didn’t mean anything by it."
"I won’t say it again. Let’s just eat breakfast."
Althea Coleman hadn’t expected that in just a few short days, everyone would already be hanging on their new captain’s every word.
The morning sun was already blazing high in the sky.
Two cars pulled to a stop in a flat, open space.
It looked like an abandoned basketball court.
Since it was enclosed by a chain-link fence, there were only a few zombies inside.
But the moment they stepped out of their vehicles, a horde of zombies swarmed the outside of the fence.
"This... is our training ground for today?"

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