On the high wall of the Camp.
A figure dressed in a suit shirt and a cobalt blue vest appeared.
And to his left and right, two more figures appeared immediately after him.
"Martinez, go after her and bring her back."
The figure on the right shifted slightly: "Bring her back, or just alive?"
There were some subtle, unignorable differences between the two; she could still be alive even if her limbs were broken.
"Don't be so ferocious, my friend." The man's voice was unhurried, still carrying rationality and a touch of gentlemanliness.
"Michonne is our Woodbury Community's reconnaissance captain. You should 'invite' her back."
The man's gaze remained unchanged, only slightly emphasizing his tone.
"Understood, Governor."
Martinez nodded slightly, then turned and left in a gust of wind.
"Why are you so obsessed with this woman?"
At this moment, the man to his left quietly spoke, asking.
He adjusted his glasses, a bit puzzled.
"She's very interesting, Milton."
"If this talent can be used by us, we'll have a lot less trouble when we go out to 'find' supplies in the future."
"Of course, there's also the most important first point."
The man smiled.
"I like to domesticate talent."
"Isn't that the most interesting part?"
"But…"
"Alright." The man turned and gave Milton a brilliant smile.
"Alright, alright." The man's voice was very soft.
"Everything I do is for the reconstruction of future civilization. You are my friend, and I need you to trust me."
Trust?
The person called Milton fell silent. He looked at his friend before him, but only felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Despite this, Milton still nodded at the man before him.
Yes, he trusted him.
"Are our evening's regular programs ready?" Seeing that Milton didn't speak, the man asked again.
"The Walkers have been fed some blood. They're very thirsty now, and their aggressiveness is 30% higher than usual. The arena is also ready."
"Excellent!"
"If we can catch her, then let our dear reconnaissance captain participate in the program. She can atone for her sins, and I will forgive her rudeness."
The smile on the man's face did not fade.
The image began to blur, but even so, if Shawn were here, he would immediately recognize the man's true identity.
Philip Blake.
On the surface, he was Woodbury's 'Governor,' but privately, his army would call him the Governor.
An out-and-out tyrant—the Governor.
Woodbury—The Governor
...
After driving for nearly two hours.
Shawn followed the gray-white unexplored area on the map, heading north, and finally found the town.
Although it was approaching evening, the sky had not yet darkened.
At this time, a not-so-strong ray of sunlight fell on the tops of every building in the town, making the town look like a sculpture existing only in the twilight.
It was quiet yet held a hint of desolation.
Shawn stood on the roof of the fire truck, looking into the distance, unable to see the end.
"It seems this town is even bigger than the one next to the Farm."
"There won't be a shortage of materials to dismantle in the town. It shouldn't be hard to build a high wall around the Prison, right?"
Thinking of this, Shawn opened the system's crafting page and scrolled to the 'Wrench' under the tools page.
Wrench Lv2: Requires Forged Iron * 18, Mechanical Parts * 6, Duct Tape * 3
"The latter two are easy to get, but Forged Iron is a bit troublesome."
Shawn sat cross-legged on the roof of the fire truck. A few Walkers below were restless, struggling to reach his clothes.
"The specific materials for Forged Iron are iron and clay. These two are also easy to get if you want them."
"But to smelt Forged Iron, you need a 'Forging Furnace'."
"Let me see the crafting requirements for the 'Forging Furnace'… Cobblestone, Logs, Leather, Duct Tape, and Iron Pipes."
"I'll go find a car repair shop first."
Whether it was metal or other component materials, they could mostly be found there.
"As for leather… will snake skin work?"
Shawn had a sudden idea.
He took out the snake corpse from his backpack, held the Stone Axe in his right hand, and swung it three times at the snake corpse, dissecting two pieces of snake meat and one piece of leather.
But looking at the 'Forging Furnace' requirements, it needed 10 pieces of leather.
"Well… I still need to find a way. I'll go find a car repair shop first."
Shawn immediately set off, walking slowly down the town's main street.
Suddenly, Shawn missed Daryl a little.
If he were here, ten pieces of leather could be sorted out in half a day.
...
About 20 minutes later, Shawn found the repair shop on the east side of the town.
The shop door was half-open, and a two-seater small pickup truck was stuck right under the iron gate.
The ground near the entrance was discolored, as if some gasoline or diesel had once spilled all over it.
And under the small pickup truck, a Walker dressed in a mechanic's uniform was swaying back and forth.
Looking closely, its two exposed lower legs had already been gnawed off.
It faced the bottom of the car, with a skateboard underneath its back, and it was because of the skateboard that it had been stuck there all this time.
"Another Experience Bro."
Shawn went up with his hammer. He collectively referred to these footless ones as Experience Bros.
Not only was their mobility poor, but their attack power was less than their entertainment value.
Standing next to the small pickup truck, Shawn kicked away the jack.
Pfft—
The entire car body immediately sank by half, directly crushing the Walker's head.
"Rest in peace, old man."
"May you be on top in your next life… if there is one."
Shawn mourned the Experience Bro.
Pushing up the iron gate with one hand, when Shawn entered the repair shop, a sound suddenly came from the repair shop's toilet.
"Hmm?"
Shawn tightened his grip on the Stone Hammer slightly with his right hand and leaned closer.
Pressing his ear against the door, he could only hear a few heavy gasps.
There were two gasps, and Shawn didn't think they sounded like living people, because they basically only exhaled and didn't inhale.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you're human, say something."
Shawn subtly stepped back two paces.
Upon hearing this, the figures inside the door suddenly held their breath, and the next second they began to forcefully ram the door.
As soon as Shawn heard this commotion, he immediately understood.
He charged up a kick and, with a horizontal kick, flew through the air from a meter away, directly kicking the toilet door inward.
The toilet door slid off the wall.
Revealing two figures behind it, one black and one white.
The black figure was tall and strong, roughly twice the size of the white figure.
The white figure's face wasn't great, but her figure was quite good, with long dark brown hair contrasting with her increasingly fair skin.
At this moment, both of them looked ragged and very passionate.
Shawn's gaze swept over the two, and he felt a surge of anger.
"While others are working themselves to death repairing cars outside, you two are enjoying yourselves by running off to this place."
"And one black, one white, clearly not good things."
Enraged, Shawn went up and 'bang-bang' hit them both with two hammers, taking them down.
After dealing with these last two, silence returned to the surroundings, and only then did Shawn begin to look around, surveying the environment of the car repair shop.
Two cars undergoing repair were placed in the middle, and a whole row of metal shelves were placed against the walls on both sides.
Some car parts were placed on the metal shelves, presumably leftover after being dismantled and replaced.
Shawn naturally walked forward and unceremoniously collected them.
"OK, metal pipes and mechanical parts are all set."
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