My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 158

Even though Aston’s allegiance to the Winters was apparent, his overt determination to locate and rescue them from the outside exposed him to scrutiny from the enemies of the Winters. This heightened attention meant that every move Aston made would be closely monitored by the Coltons and their allies.

It’s highly likely that any information Aston possessed would swiftly become common knowledge among the Coltons, thanks to the spotlight on his actions and the traitor who’s feeding these pieces of information to the Coltons.

To deceive the Coltons effectively, Aston’s collaboration was crucial. There’s a saying that goes, "To fool your enemies, you must first fool your allies." By employing this strategy, they could mislead even a potential mole in their midst, maintaining control over the narrative and concealing the truth from prying eyes.

After Aston concluded their investigation, a somber silence settled over the group as they reluctantly returned to the truck. Their journey now led them to the western part, a path that stretched farther with each passing mile. Sparrow navigated cautiously along the outskirts of the southern area, aiming for the distant reaches of the western part.

Meanwhile, Aston remained lost in contemplation, his mind grappling with the implications of Duke’s brutal tactics. Instinctively, he recognized the telltale signs of the Winters’ involvement in this massacre.

Examining the blown opening at the entrance, Aston inferred that someone intentionally breached it, allowing the zombie horde access to the camp. The strategic positioning of the undead hinted at a deliberate orchestration rather than a random occurrence. Connecting the dots, Aston concluded that the Winters, under Duke’s command, orchestrated the attack.

A subtle smile graced his stern countenance as he realized that Duke had finally shown himself to help the Winters. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

Because as far as he could remember before the Winters left the shelter just so they wouldn’t implicate the innocent people with the clan’s dispute, there was only the grandfather, father, and mother of the Winters along with their elite bodyguards led by Tristan.

How could Aston be certain that Duke had joined forces with the Winters? It boiled down to a straightforward deduction. While the Winters were known for their cold demeanor, they lacked Duke’s sheer ruthlessness. Moreover, their resources and skills were unlikely to allow for a covert infiltration of a Coltons camp, especially one brimming with surveillance equipment and top-grade firearms.

Aston reasoned that Duke must have enlisted reinforcements, bolstering their numbers to execute such a plan. However, he remained perplexed by how they managed to evade detection by the vigilant Coltons personnel and successfully execute this plan.

Unbeknownst to Aston, who was deep in contemplation, both Kisha and Duke observed him silently. However, they weren’t the only ones; another pair of eyes keenly tracked Aston’s every move. It was evident that Aston had sensed something amiss but remained uncertain about the conclusion he had reached.

Following their initial stop, a solemn hush enveloped the truck. Each occupant wore a somber expression, grappling with the tragic demise of the Coltons. Despite any personal animosity toward them, the manner of their deaths struck a chord. There lingered a pervasive sense of hopelessness as if an invisible net had ensnared the Coltons, leaving no chance of escape.

It was clear that whoever set the trap was intent on ensuring the Coltons’ demise.

In truth, Duke felt a profound dissatisfaction after witnessing the aftermath of Sparrow’s scheme. He couldn’t help but harbor disdain for Sparrow’s approach. In Duke’s mind, he envisioned a much more visceral and calculated strategy.