Whoosh--!
The entire truck instantly lost balance, scraping against the ground on its side, emitting a piercing'sizzling' sound.
The truck skidded for over ten meters, crashing directly into the streetlights on both sides of the road. The streetlights toppled and tilted, and only then did the truck slowly come to a stop.
Amidst the smoke and a few buzzing sounds, T-Dog, in a daze, saw a man in a black jacket and a cobalt-blue waistcoat appear in his vision.
"Motherfucker..."
T-Dog struggled, using his last bit of strength to greet the Governor... What he didn't finish saying was the Governor's entire family.
Looking at T-Dog, the Governor grinned, his smile appearing exceptionally terrifying.
In a trance, T-Dog felt as if he had seen a demon from hell.
"Is this person from the Mine?"
Someone spoke beside the Governor, it was Martinez.
"Maybe, maybe not, but it doesn't matter," the Governor said, looking at T-Dog with indifference.
"He can only blame himself for appearing here, and driving a Mine vehicle."
"My army will use you to plant its flag and establish its might."
With that, the Governor held a gun with one hand, pointing the muzzle towards the sky, and with the other, he grabbed T-Dog's collar from behind, dragging him out of the vehicle.
At this moment, the dozen or so vehicles following behind them slowly came to a stop.
They got out of their vehicles and gathered around, each of them holding a weapon that could determine life and death.
The Governor looked around, made T-Dog turn his back to him, and kneel before everyone, his head bowed low.
"Look who we caught?"
"A shameless looter, he was driving his big truck and just tried to attack us."
The Governor was clearly well-versed in this kind of framing tactic, spouting it off without hesitation.
As he spoke, the Governor gently pressed the gun muzzle against the back of T-Dog's head. T-Dog, who had been somewhat dazed, instantly broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and his eyes became much clearer.
Especially when everyone in front of him was looking at him, and the person behind him might fire at any moment, perhaps in a minute, or perhaps in the very next second...
T-Dog's whole body suddenly felt hot, every pore felt a stinging sensation like needles, and his mouth and tongue became dry.
He raised his two grimy hands, his whites of his eyes rolling to the lower right, trying hard to look back.
"I'm not a looter, I'm from a survivor Camp, we are all good people, just here to search for survival supplies in the town."
T-Dog tried to explain, but as he spoke, the gun muzzle pressed against the back of his head grew harder.
"Liar!"
But as soon as T-Dog finished speaking, he was met only with an angry roar.
Ever since that incident, he had become increasingly unable to control his emotions.
With the 'click-clack' of a bullet being chambered, the Governor's lowered gaze fixed on T-Dog, as if he considered T-Dog the enemy who had killed his 'daughter', giving him no chance to explain further.
His finger hooked the trigger, just about to pull it.
But the next moment!
Tires rubbed against the ground, making a loud noise.
Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a modified fire truck speeding towards them.
As the fire truck moved, a huge metal cube dragged behind it by chains swung wildly.
The metal cube scraped against the ground, rapidly approaching with an irresistible momentum.
Kill T-Dog or immediately dodge?
The Governor didn't hesitate!
He didn't even have time to call out to his'soldiers', quickly dodging behind a house.
Brake--!
When it was about tens of meters away, the fire truck's wheels suddenly locked up.
A sudden braking action caused the massive metal cube to fly off due to inertia.
It struggled to break free from the chains, like a little bird about to spread its wings and fly high, unreservedly displaying its posture.
Shawn pressed hard on the brakes with his foot, stomped on them, and sharply turned the steering wheel, abruptly making the vehicle swerve sideways.
With a'squealing' sound, the fire truck came to a stop just in front of T-Dog, who had tightly closed his eyes in fear.
At this moment, the spikes embedded in the wheel hub seemed to be only a few millimeters from his neck.
At the same time, the thrown metal cube smashed into the Governor's vehicle. The soldier who was reversing the vehicle with the reverse gear engaged was crushed along with the vehicle, his head embedded in his chest, his upper body almost turned into a pulp.
Shawn opened the door and extended his arm, just able to reach T-Dog's body.
"Open your eyes, T-Dog, it's time to go home!"
Shawn roared, leveraging his body inside the vehicle, and incredibly, with one hand, he lifted T-Dog, who was kneeling on the ground, and threw him into the passenger seat.
Before everyone could react.
Shawn pulled out a construction hammer and tapped the steering wheel once.
Then he tossed the small hammer into his system backpack, put the car in gear, hit the gas, and sped off in the direction they came from.
"Oscar, if you hear me, drive directly towards the town exit!"
"Don't wait for us, drive all the way back to the Prison."
"Repeat, don't you dare stop, go straight back to the Prison!"
Shawn put down the radio, only then having time to catch his breath.
T-Dog, who had been thrown into the passenger seat, gradually recovered and quickly buckled his seatbelt, looking at Shawn with lingering fear.
"I never knew you were a 'racer'. Who were those people just now?"
T-Dog seemed a little incoherent, he touched the sweat dripping from his chin and asked back.
Shawn, however, did not answer him directly this time, only looking straight ahead.
"Get ready, T-Dog, war is coming."
Shawn drove for about 10 minutes and still didn't see any other vehicles in the rearview mirror, which finally put him at ease.
He drove for another half an hour before he saw Oscar's truck.
"It's a good thing no one was hurt. This time, we just happened to run into the Governor, bad luck."
Yes, Shawn had seen the Governor from afar. That figure, standing there, was different from everyone else... or rather, out of place.
Shawn didn't mind that the metal gate was thrown off; there were plenty of raw materials, and he could fix it given enough time.
Instead, the metal gate was too heavy and would slow down the fire truck. Previously, Shawn would directly toss it into his backpack and only take it out to drag it along at the end.
And just now, the metal gate was thrown off directly, so there was clearly no chance to put it back into his backpack.
"I'll have to check next time."
"I hope they won't be interested in that gate."
Shawn didn't know why he encountered the Governor in the town; he just assumed he had bad luck and happened to run into the Governor who was seeking revenge.
Two hours later, Shawn, with the truck, drove into the Prison, one after the other.
"Shawn, how was the harvest today?"
Seeing Shawn return, Shawn flipped out of the shallow pit he had been digging on the outer perimeter, wiped the sweat from his cheek with the cloth on his chest, and raised an eyebrow at Shawn.
"We ran into some trouble, but it's fine, no one was hurt because of it."
Shawn calmly nodded to the approaching crowd and recounted the incident from beginning to end.
After listening, Rick lowered his head in deep thought, his large hands tightly covering both sides of his well-defined chin, rubbing it twice with force.
"You mean, they had at least a dozen vehicles full of people?"
"More, not less."
Upon hearing this, Rick first turned to look at Lori, who had her hands on Carl's shoulders, her face full of worry. Then Rick placed his sheriff's hat on Carl's head.
"Don't worry, we are all ready, just waiting for this day to come, nothing will happen."
Rick said this to his wife, and also to the others in the Camp.
As the number of people in the Camp grew, it was even more important to focus on everyone's confidence, which was key to dealing with the crises that would follow.
After speaking, Rick followed Shawn, leading the combat unit spearheaded by Shawn, to the deep pit outside the Prison.
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