Rick stared intently at the man, who also stared back at Rick.
He felt as if his soul was about to be pierced by Rick, and he panicked instantly.
"You can kill Walkers with a knife?"
The man revealed a feigned smile, trying his best to appear fierce and menacing.
He dragged Rick, threw him outside the gate of the Prison, and then pulled out the key from his pocket and threw it on the ground.
He pointed the gun at the machete hanging from Rick's waist.
"Then you go in alone and kill all the Walkers on the lawn."
"If you don't do it, I'll kill them."
The man's threat made anger surge in Rick's heart.
This feeling was no less than a pack of hyenas in the wild daring to humiliate a male lion, the leader!
Gripping the hilt tightly, Rick slowly drew his machete, took a deep breath, picked up the key, and stood before the gate.
A Walker seemed to notice Rick, struggling to trot over and cling to the barbed wire.
Rick could smell the pungent, foul odor from its mouth even from two meters away.
A drop of sweat slowly slid down Rick's back. Rick clutched his machete but remained motionless.
If this door were opened, the fate of the others would truly be in the hands of those Prison guards.
What would await Lori and Carl then?
Rick didn't even dare to think further.
Seeing Rick remain still, the man behind him poked Rick's back shoulder with the gun barrel.
"What are you thinking? Are you scared?"
As soon as the man finished speaking, the rabble behind him erupted in laughter again.
They were afraid of Walkers, but they were extremely brutal towards Rick and his group, who were also humans!
Rick closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, his mind racing, carefully considering any possibility of escape.
At this critical moment!
Rick's radio, tucked at his waist, let out a 'zizla' sound.
"...Zizizi... Hey... that unlucky fellow standing in front of the fence, did you miss us?"
Rick's already tightly shut eyes suddenly opened wide at this moment!
Rick felt this scene was familiar, and a sense of déjà vu, a mission of salvation, spontaneously arose!
Glenn's Godly Moment
But before he could make a move, he heard a commotion from where the crowd behind him was kneeling.
The man behind Rick wavered, pressing the gun barrel hard against Rick, but turning his head to look back.
Rick also turned his head, a drop of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose along the smooth line of his nose bridge.
And it was at this instant!
Rick's tightly gripped machete suddenly swung back!
It precisely sliced through the drop of sweat suspended in mid-air, harshly striking the gun-wielding arm of the man behind him.
Tear--!
Intense pain quickly assailed him, causing the man to stumble backward, sweating profusely.
He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, looking at Rick, who was gripping the machete, and then at his own hand, lying on the ground, gushing blood.
But Rick had no intention of giving him a chance to react.
Rick's nose crinkled, his eyebrows raised, his muscles bulged, and he lunged forward, slicing his machete across the man's pale neck.
Too Fast to See Clearly!
The man's vision went black... Five minutes earlier.
Shawn stopped his motorcycle.
Looking at the map in front of him, it showed a large, open area not covered by vegetation.
"We're here." Shawn's face lit up with joy.
Turning to signal Daryl and Merle, Shawn got off the motorcycle and walked towards the woods.
The woods ahead were somewhat dense, making it difficult for the motorcycle to pass through.
The three walked for about dozens of steps, and then the view suddenly opened up.
But the three couldn't smile.
Because what appeared before their eyes was Rick and his group, being forced to their knees.
Rick and his group still had traces of joy on their faces, seemingly not yet having reacted before guns were pointed at their heads.
Squatting in the grass.
Shawn turned his head and exchanged glances with Daryl.
At this moment, Daryl had silently raised his crossbow.
Shawn raised his hand, gently pressed the crossbow down, and shook his head at Daryl.
Facing Daryl and Merle's puzzled looks, Shawn pulled out a radio from his In my arms.
He pointed at Rick, and then at the others kneeling on the ground.
The meaning was simple—they needed to wait for the right moment to act.
The content of Rick's negotiation with the other party clearly reached the ears of the three.
Shawn and the other two lay in wait, watching Rick walk step by step to the Prison gate and pull out the machete from his waist.
When Rick stood before the gate and closed his eyes, Shawn pointed to the radio in his hand.
Daryl and Merle nodded subtly, roughly understanding Shawn's plan.
As the Prison guards' laughter erupted, the killing intent on Shawn's face grew stronger.
Using their rampant laughter to cover the static of the radio, Shawn leaned close to the radio and spoke.
"...Zizizi... Hey... that unlucky fellow standing in front of the fence, did you miss us?"
This was the secret signal, a signal to remind Rick to act immediately!
After speaking, Shawn casually dropped the radio, his great hammer already raised high!
Under the astonished gaze of the Prison guards and the kneeling crowd, Shawn suddenly hurled the great hammer!
Wah--!
The great hammer struck a person.
His eyes suddenly bulged, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his entire body was carried by the residual force of the great hammer, flying backward.
He was actually impaled on a tree trunk, and only after several seconds did his head loll to the side, and he collapsed to the ground.
And using these few seconds, the sound of crossbow bolts cutting through the air and the roar of automatic rifles rang out simultaneously!
Having lost his great hammer, Shawn rushed out in three strides, making two.
With veins bulging on his legs, Shawn pounced on a person like a fierce tiger, twisting his neck clean off!
A turn and a kick sent this person flying three meters away.
The strength was immense, terrifying!
Before Shawn could make another move, Shane, who had been pressed to the ground, could no longer hold back.
He grabbed his pistol, rolled along the ground, and.
Two shots to the body, one to the head, 'bang bang' three shots directly cut off the possibility of the opponent turning into a Walker.
Seeing this, Glenn suddenly looked up, ramming the Prison guard who was suppressing him until he was disoriented.
Maggie casually took down the hunting rifle from her back and shot the Prison guard in the stomach.
Bang--!
With a gunshot, the smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the battle ended in just a few seconds.
In this battle, Shawn alone killed at least three.
The others were dealt with by Daryl, Merle, and the rest working together.
The leader, from a distance, had his throat slit by Rick.
Only one Prison guard remained.
Witnessing his teammates dying one by one, he even lost the will to fight, turned around, dropped his gun, and fearfully collapsed to the ground, raising his hands in surrender.
Shane instructed Lori to cover Carl's eyes, gripped his gun tightly, and quickly approached the last Prison guard.
"Ah!!"
A gun butt smashed down, and the Prison guard clutched his face, screaming continuously.
Everyone felt relieved just hearing this scream.
But just as Shane was about to swing the gun butt again, Old Dale hurriedly stepped forward.
"Don't do this, Shane... there are children here."
Old Dale looked directly into Shane's angry eyes, his gaze sincere and clear.
Watching Old Dale fall back into his old habits, Shane paced back and forth angrily. He returned to Old Dale and was about to speak when he saw Shawn silently pick up the hammer handle beside him.
He dragged the hammer handle, making a 'huahua' sound as it scraped against the ground.
He walked all the way to the collapsed Prison guard, and Old Dale, pressured by Shawn's presence, couldn't help but take two steps back.
Shawn looked at the Prison guard, whose face was full of pleading, and suddenly sneered.
Suddenly.
He raised the great hammer high, its tall shadow covering the last ray of sunlight, plunging the Prison guard completely into darkness.
"No..."
Before the Prison guard's scream could erupt, Shawn's eyes narrowed, and he slammed the hammer down!
Chish--!
Blood splattered onto Shawn's face, making him look even more terrifying.
In the crowd, Carol and Lori quickly covered their children's eyes.
Young Amy and Beth turned their heads away, unable to bear it.
Shawn raised his head, a few drops of blood on his face, and looked at everyone with a serene expression.
Most people did not avoid this moment; they looked at Shawn and involuntarily swallowed.
Looking at the last Prison guard who had been brutally smashed to death, many people's eyes showed a mix of satisfaction and lingering fear.
They all knew that if Shawn and the other two had arrived a little later, they might have met the same end.
These pieces of trash who only dared to wield their butcher knives against humans were not worthy of sympathy!
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