After looking at the data, Shawn calmed his mood.
"From the data, this Crescent Blade is actually similar to a hunting knife of the same quality."
"But if this were used to harvest a Walker horde, and combined with my strength, this hiss—"
For ordinary Walkers, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade seems even more efficient than a giant hammer.
With Shawn's current maxed-out base strength, it's no problem to cut off the heads of multiple Walkers with one slash.
"This blade is a divine weapon for combating Walker tides."
Shawn did not underestimate the Green Dragon Crescent Blade because of its quality and damage; as long as it could be used in the right place, even a small screwdriver could turn the tide of battle.
But all in all, this mission reward was a significant improvement for Shawn.
In addition, with diversified growth, Shawn's means of dealing with crises were finally no longer singular.
It was at this moment that the fire truck suddenly stopped, a depressurizing sound came, and the engine stopped shaking.
Shawn opened his eyes and found that he had arrived at the Prison, and Rick, with his people and weapons, was rushing from the direction of the Administrative Building and the corridor.
"How's the situation? Are you all right?"
Rick watched Shane get out of the driver's seat and quickly asked.
"Hey… hey, don't worry, we're all fine."
"I ran into Shawn, and we caused a ruckus in their main Camp."
Shane smiled at Rick, still feeling a bit unfulfilled.
At this moment, Shawn got out of the car and looked at Rick, raising his chin.
"We're fine here, how's the Camp?"
Everyone drove the car into the grassland, and Shawn listened to Rick as he walked.
After being unconscious for a day and a night, Old Dale finally woke up.
Just as Hershel said, he had only fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss and old age.
Now awake, after eating, his condition had improved a lot.
The truckload of concrete Shawn had brought back earlier had also been embedded and fixed with rebar by everyone in the Camp working together.
Strictly speaking, one should first tie the rebar, then use tarpaulins and wood to fix and limit the shape, to cast a complete block.
This way, not only can the cement form a whole after solidifying, but it can also enhance stability and compression resistance like linked ships.
However, due to the urgency of the situation, Rick had just laid a single block first.
In the corridor between the two fences of the Prison, the concrete was poured into the excavated foundation trench.
A 3-meter high, 6-meter long concrete wall was made.
Looking at the wall that hadn't dried completely, Shawn called Jacob over.
"3 meters is too short, it's my fault for not explaining it clearly to Rick at the time, can it be reinforced later?"
"It can, with enough rebar and concrete," Jacob said decisively.
"If the thickness is uneven after everything is built, it can even be widened as a whole."
"The concrete hasn't completely dried yet; theoretically, it takes 7 days to dry 75%, and to reach the most perfect strength, it needs at least 28 days for the concrete to fully dry."
"If you are in a hurry, you can start acting now; the sooner you get the materials, the sooner the work can be completed."
After speaking, Jacob looked at Shawn and Rick and the others with some apprehension.
When the truck stopped a while ago, he looked at this Prison, and he truly loved it.
Double fences provided a construction environment, with a lawn inside, and that entire building made of concrete and rebar.
'As long as I can live here in the future, then I will be a brick of the Camp, moving wherever needed!'
Jacob secretly thought.
At least after seeing this Prison, one of the two conditions Shawn promised had already been fulfilled.
Food and safety.
This area, whether in terms of geographical location or protective measures, was quite ideal.
Hearing Jacob's words, Rick didn't answer, but instead pulled Shawn aside and asked.
"Can these people be trusted?"
"Don't worry, before completion, they can only move within the corridor and inside the Prison; in exchange, we provide them with food and safe accommodation."
"We'll return their freedom when the Prison is completed, so there won't be any problems."
Shawn might not be able to see into people's hearts at a glance, but these people wouldn't be able to cause any trouble for the Camp.
They might try to cause trouble, but they only had one chance.
Whether to be held accountable later, or to use this as a pledge of allegiance to fully join the Camp, it was actually an easy choice.
Besides, the safer the Camp, wouldn't they also be safer?
Rick nodded after hearing this, thinking it made some sense.
"In short, as we agreed, we will temporarily restrict your movements and provide you with food and safety."
"You don't need to worry about concrete and rebar; what you need to do is wholeheartedly build high walls."
Shawn spoke seriously to the 7 people led by Jacob.
Afterward, he arranged them into the second cell block in C Block.
He also handed the keys to both cell areas in C Block to Oscar, as a reward for him and Big guy's consistent silent efforts.
They could move freely starting today, and usually, they would be responsible for monitoring Jacob and the others in the second cell of C Block, ready to report any abnormal behavior from Jacob and the others at any time.
Shawn found Michonne.
"I remember you weren't heading towards the town at that time, so how did you end up in Woodbury?"
Shawn leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, a bit curious.
"It wasn't me who found them; they found me."
"When I first met them, they had just robbed someone else's supplies and were on their way back to the Community."
"Then, then it was natural to go back with them."
Michonne hesitated; it seemed she had omitted a part, and the so-called 'natural' didn't seem that simple.
But Shawn didn't insist on knowing, only speaking with a slight teasing tone.
"I'm hurt."
"At that time, I invited you, and you weren't willing to come back to the Prison with me."
"You accepted their invitation without even thinking."
As he spoke, Shawn clutched his heart, feeling a slight pang of pain.
"That's because…" Michonne almost let it slip, saying half of it and then making a sharp turn in her words.
"Well, I'm here now, will the Prison still take in homeless wanderers?"
Michonne stared at Shawn and countered.
Carefully observing Michonne's eyes, this time Shawn seemed to see something different.
The last time he saw Michonne, her eyes were filled with aggression, defensiveness, and a hint of loneliness.
Now, the aggression remained; she was still like a sharp blade.
But the defensiveness and loneliness in her eyes were gone.
When talking to Shawn again, her tone was no longer cold, but had a touch more humanity.
Hearing Michonne's words, Shawn smiled.
Patting her sturdy arm, Shawn walked past her, leaving a sentence.
"You will be notified when you need to participate in outdoor missions."
"Other times, you can find a place to rest anywhere; find Rick or Carol, they will provide you with the necessary supplies."
"Finally, welcome to the Prison."
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Michonne
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