But the next second, Shawn's voice came from behind him.
"Get in the car quickly; the sooner we go, the sooner we can return."
Columbus turned to look at Shawn, understanding what was happening, and awkwardly scratched his cheek.
"A fox relying on a tiger, can that also be considered part of one's own ability?"
Shawn remained silent, just smiling at Columbus, making him feel uneasy before he walked away.
The drivers had always rotated between Shawn, Daryl, and Merle.
Mainly, the previous incident made them somewhat hesitant to put the steering wheel in the hands of the other two.
Do you remember the reason Columbus gave before getting into the car?
Tourism; from their words and actions, they truly seemed to be here for tourism, without any sense of urgency, often doing things that defied common sense.
Shawn sat in the driver's seat and blinked.
"Indeed, whenever the steering wheel is in someone else's hands, I feel uneasy; only when it's in my hands can I relax and zone out for a while."
Looking at the wide road, slightly lost in thought, this was actually a particularly comfortable state.
No need to think, just mechanically control the steering wheel based on muscle memory, coupled with the apocalypse's unique road conditions.
By the time Shawn came back to his senses, it was already 40 minutes later.
Shaking his head, Shawn quickly asked Daryl, who was beside him.
"Where are we?"
Daryl glanced at the map he had taken from the supermarket: "At the current speed, we'll be able to enter North Carolina in less than two hours."
"Relax, this is already very fast."
"If all the supplies in the supermarket are taken, we'll just go back and get them."
Daryl thought Shawn was still thinking about the supermarket supplies, so he quickly reassured him.
However, upon hearing Daryl say this, Shawn was momentarily dazed, realizing something.
Daryl seemed to be a little different.
On Daryl, Shawn saw Rick's shadow, Merle's shadow, Carol's shadow.
But all of these combined were not as prominent as his own shadow.
Gradually, Daryl began to adopt some of Shawn's ways of doing things.
The supermarket supplies had already been designated by Daryl as belonging to the Prison, so when the supplies were taken, in Daryl's eyes, it was 'taking them back,' not abandoning them or risking retrieving them.
Faintly, a hint of dominance emerged from Daryl.
Although there were changes, Daryl seemed to be getting closer and closer to that 'combat power ceiling' crossbow brother.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Shawn turn and look at him for a while, Daryl proactively asked.
"Nothing, everything is fine."
Shawn smiled, smoothly downshifted, and slowed down.
Some abandoned cars appeared on the road ahead, two or three vehicles jammed together, making it impossible to directly ram through them, so it was better to drive carefully.
Hearing the sound of the fire truck, the Walkers began to struggle to get out of the cars.
On both sides of the road, the Walkers, almost blending into the natural scenery, also began to slowly get up, twisting their bodies and walking over.
Shawn maintained his speed and did not change his driving direction due to the appearance of the Walkers.
Rolling the Walkers under the car was like passing over two speed bumps, with not much bumping.
The fire truck, already a heavy vehicle, with its front fork, spikes, and barbed wire, and now with a full compartment of supplies, had almost doubled its overall weight.
It directly crushed the Walkers' bones, and then the vehicle quickly stabilized.
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Four consecutive notification sounds came, and some Walkers behind, whose heads hadn't been completely crushed in one go, struggled to get up. Shawn glanced in the rearview mirror, reversed to crush them completely, and then continued forward.
"Awesome!"
Tallahassee cheered.
He seemed very happy to see Walkers subjected to various forms of execution, the more gruesome the death, the better.
But the next second, Daryl frowned and turned to signal Tallahassee to be quiet.
Daryl opened the window and listened carefully for a while.
"Someone's coming around the corner ahead."
Directly in front of the fire truck was a nearly 90-degree corner, making it impossible to see directly from there.
But after Daryl's reminder, Shawn slowed down and listened quietly for a few seconds, and he could also hear the sound of vehicles rapidly approaching; the sound of rubber tires rubbing against the ground indicated that something was unusual.
"More than two vehicles, they're in a chase," Shawn judged.
Just as Shawn finished speaking, a light yellow pickup truck suddenly appeared around the corner, extremely conspicuous.
And closely following behind the pickup truck were two gray-green vintage muscle cars.
Upon seeing the light yellow pickup truck in front, Columbus, who was sitting somewhat cramped in the back, suddenly had a glint in his eyes.
"It's them."
Following Columbus's gaze, everyone saw Little Stone in the driver's seat, who was just waist-high, and Vechita, who was holding a pistol, ready to engage the enemy from the car window.
Yes, the person driving the car was Little Stone, who was just waist-high; she even performed a beautiful drift around the corner.
It seems being playful isn't always a bad thing.
When Shawn looked at them, they also seemed to see the fire truck, and Little Stone's eyes lit up.
Taking advantage of the moment the two cars crossed paths, she waved at Shawn.
There were no extra words, just a simple wave, and then Shawn saw that among the two vintage muscle cars following closely, the one behind split off and approached Shawn's fire truck.
Through the car window, Shawn saw several somewhat strange-looking people sitting in the muscle car.
They wore light-colored clothing of similar shades, each with a black neck collar, and uniformly held an automatic rifle.
But to be specific about their strangeness, it wasn't just their appearance that was odd, but their overall state.
Their eyelids were dark underneath, but their eyes were wide open, looking abnormally agitated.
Shawn wasn't sure if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the whites of their eyes were more prominent than their pupils; just seeing them for the first time felt very peculiar.
One muscle car followed the light yellow pickup truck away, and seeing that the other was relentless, Shawn took a deep breath.
"Hold on tight!"
Shawn shifted gears, then stomped on the pedal!
This beast, named 'red overlord,' then fearlessly displayed its roaring wild state!
The fire truck suddenly shot forward, its massive front scoop ramming directly into the muscle car.
But for some reason, the unprotected muscle car also drove straight towards the fire truck.
At this moment, Shawn's first thought was.
"Why didn't they avoid it???"
Second thought: "Are they all idiots?"
Third… there was no third, the two vehicles collided at full throttle.
The fire truck's front windshield shattered with a crash, leaving only the metal mesh guard still struggling to hold on.
The other people inside the car were prepared, so they didn't suffer much harm.
But the people in that muscle car weren't so lucky.
Who knows what gave them the courage to collide head-on with the modified 'red overlord' at full throttle.
The immense force began to wrestle, and eventually, the front scoop directly lifted the muscle car into the air.
After arcing through the air, the muscle car crashed heavily onto the ground.
Shawn only saw one person thrown out, hitting the ground and breaking their neck.
The rest of the people in the muscle car, their lives unknown!
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