Two kilometers away.
Michonne was on the ground, retching non-stop.
Shawn looked at her, "It's not that bad, you've killed so many Walkers after all…"
Hearing that she was being underestimated, Michonne wiped the corner of her mouth with her wrist and glanced at Shawn with the whitest part of her eyes.
"If you weren't constantly holding my abdomen with your arm, I could stand tall and talk to you."
"Alright, let's talk on the way back."
"I always feel like a group of Woodbury people are following us now, ready to rush out at any time to surround us and tear us to pieces."
Glenn opened the car door and said to the two.
"Or… we could turn back, take advantage of the chaos to kill their leader, and take over Woodbury's supplies and people."
Shane had his hands in his tactical belt, with shadows covering half of his face, making it seem like he wasn't joking.
But it was no wonder Shane wanted to kill them all.
The combat power shown by that group of militiamen just now was somewhat unbearable; Shawn and his group infiltrated, then fought their way out, without suffering any losses, and even rescued the person right under their noses.
And if they returned to the Prison now, Woodbury would probably come back for revenge soon.
"Shane." Merle looked at him in a slick manner, his tone sarcastic, "Our dear arrogant officer, are you rushing back to be hung up and kicked in the butt?"
As he spoke, Merle tossed his gun into the car, lay down directly, crossed his legs, and relaxed.
"If you want to go, you go; I'm not going anyway."
"Enough."
Shawn was awe-inspiring without anger; the two instantly quieted down as soon as he spoke.
Taking in Shawn's deterrent power and everyone's reactions, Michonne sheathed her sword and stood quietly to the side.
"Do you remember that small town we passed along the way?"
"You all wait for me there; I will appear there after dawn."
Carol walked over, with Daryl standing beside her.
"Are you really planning to go back?"
"Although Shane's words are extreme, they also make sense; if we just leave like this, they might not let us and the Prison go."
Shawn held his forearm and said calmly.
And seeing the time was ripe, Michonne also spoke at the right moment, repeating what the Governor had said about the Prison.
"Hypocritical jackals."
Even Daryl, who had remained silent, couldn't help but spit and utter almost the same words.
Daryl didn't care about Michonne, but hearing the Governor's evaluation of the Prison, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
It was clearly these 'bastards' who initiated the attack, but in the Governor's mouth, the Prison became ambitious.
"Hypocritical totalitarianism, a false utopia… that's why I have to go back."
Shawn wanted to meet the Governor and at the same time delay Woodbury's attack.
Of course, there was another point: Shawn still needed better performance to exchange for the system's apocalypse mission rewards.
This time's apocalypse mission still required rewards based on performance.
With many factors combined, Shawn decided to take the risk and explore Woodbury again.
Then, Shawn agreed on a meeting point and a secret signal with them, and then returned to Woodbury.
Skillfully entering the Community from behind the iron plate, Shawn materialized the 'Stalker' equipment on his head.
It wasn't that he was worried about them seeing his face; Shawn just didn't want blood to splash on his face later.
"You want to give rewards based on my performance?"
"Then I'll play a big one with the Governor."
A famous scene inexplicably came to Shawn's mind, and he gently spun the short knife in his tightly clenched hand twice.
He pulled up his hood from behind with one hand, covering his face as he instantly blended into the darkness.
The visual persistence effect only left a pair of impressive eyes, whose owner seemed to be everywhere.
…
"How many people died tonight?"
"Six? Seven? I heard their bodies were burned to charcoal by that group."
"Are those thugs really that crazy?"
"Do you dare to question the Governor's words?"
"No, I don't. Forget it, let's not talk about it, let's change shifts and rest."
Two militiamen changed shifts, but did not notice a shadow-like presence in the dark, avoiding everyone's sight and quietly following them.
Shawn followed him back into his house, stepping on his elongated shadow, their steps almost identical as they went up to the second floor.
Until he watched him lie down, close his eyes, and no longer posed any threat.
Shawn gently brought the blade up and slid it across his neck.
Swoosh--
"The first one."
Shawn spoke in the darkness.
And then, as time slowly passed, until 3 AM, Shawn's backpack was occupied by a total of 9 slots.
Cruel?
Shawn didn't like to judge himself.
He only knew that if he didn't act now, these people would act against the Prison in the future.
For every person eliminated, the Prison would be a little safer.
What the Governor was best at was manipulating the public opinion of the Community and shifting conflicts.
His rhetoric was even comparable to some brainwashing masters, especially in the apocalypse, combining covert terror rule with overt 'utopian' deception.
Na* said: "A lie repeated a thousand times becomes truth."
In Shawn's eyes, the Governor was actually no different from Na*.
And these brainwashed Community members and militiamen were all Shawn's enemies.
Human survival is always inseparable from social activities.
When small settlements emerged, corresponding small societies were also born.
Before the apocalypse, these settlements manifested as schools, workplaces, and even square dance groups.
After the apocalypse, small societies were Camps, and real society was the interaction between Camps.
Unfortunately, the social group driven by fear by the Governor was bound to collapse sooner or later.
A lie is a lie, even if repeated a thousand times, it's still a lie.
Their reliance on 'collective hypnosis' style leadership led to a lack of fundamental cohesion, a lack of cohesion like the Prison…
And Shawn's appearance only accelerated the collapse process of Woodbury's small society.
Shawn constantly moved through the shadows between buildings.
Finally, in the center of Woodbury, in the three-story building directly facing the willow tree, he found the Governor's office.
Shawn pushed the door open, but the office was silent.
"What a pity, I originally thought the last one should be the Governor."
Shawn felt a little regretful.
But when he looked out the window at the sky, which was gradually turning blue, Shawn still decided to quickly gather the tenth one.
Entering from the side door of the living and resting area, two rows of Walker heads immediately came into view.
The short knife spun once on his finger, Shawn ignored these strange products, and strode to the end.
It was a small body, with a black hood on its head, and its body was tightly bound by three iron chains.
Shawn looked down at it.
He swung the short knife in his hand without hesitation!
Some people say.
When the Governor lost his wife and child, he was already dead.
Shawn didn't have the chance to kill the Governor tonight, but he had a way to make him die again.
Putting the head into his backpack, Shawn put away his short knife.
"The tenth one, complete."
Returning to the window, Shawn pushed aside the pleated blinds and looked out, immediately spotting the willow tree standing in front of the door.
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