The Walking Dead

Chapter 138

"Pa——" the long leather whip brought up a cloud of blood, whirled in the air, and hit Michonne on the back again.

The veins on the back of her hand grasping the iron chain swelled violently, her whole body shook violently, she clenched her teeth forcefully, and swallowed back the muffled groan that was about to be blurted out.

The T-shirts and cotton shirts, which were not enough to keep out the cold, had been beaten to tatters, mixed in the bloody skin, and it was hard to tell which were fibers and which were cortical tissues.

Michonne's vision was blurred for a while, and his lowered eyes could only see blood spots and dark water stains on the ground, as well as his knees kneeling in the dust.Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and hit the ground in front of him one by one, mixing with blood drops.

There is still a buzzing sound in my ear, "Say! Where is your camp?!" Camp?She has no camp, just one person, alone forever.

Michonne tried her best to raise her head, bared her bright white teeth, and spat bloody saliva at the man who came closer: "You want to know? I won't tell you even if you kill me!"

Griffiths slowly pulled out the handkerchief, wiped off the filth on her face, and suddenly hit her face hard with an elbow, Michonne passed out again as she wished.

He moved his elbow joints, and glanced at his subordinates gloomily: "Wake her up!" Garjulo grabbed a handful of coarse salt, looked at the unconscious woman, and pursed his lips unbearably: "If you keep fighting, she will die."

"For the people of Woodbury, a captive who refuses to cooperate has no value in keeping her alive. Remember this, it is shameful to waste food." Griffiths picked a more suitable one He weighed the steel pipe in his hand and said indifferently.

In this world, killing a woman is as easy as crushing an ant. If he didn't want to force her confession, he would have wrung the neck of this ignorant black girl long ago.

Looking at the silver steel pipe in his hand, Garjulo trembled, closed his eyes and pressed the coarse salt in his hand heavily into her bloody back.

With a sharp scream, Michonne shook violently like a dying fish, and the iron chains that bound her were ripped apart.He took a big step back in fear, the feeling of muscle beating at that moment, and the thick blood sticking tightly to his palm like tarsal maggots, lingering.Garjulo's stomach churned and he gagged.

Withdrawing his gaze from the boy who rushed out of the door, Yarman frowned, and looked at the executioner with a gloomy face: "Griffiths, you should restrain yourself, our purpose is to ask for a confession, and It's not torture."

Swinging the steel pipe and hitting Michonne on the back again, Griffiths happily heard the "click" sound of her bone cracking, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from her mouth to the front.Only then did he put away his weapon in a good manner, and shook his numb wrist: "Ah, take it easy, she's just a hard-talking bastard, and it's not worth your pleading for her."

Turning around and glancing at Yarman's disapproving gaze, he added dispensably: "Of course, I will always follow your opinion, if it weren't for your loyalty, I wouldn't be able to survive among the zombies .

Well, the next job will be left to you. I hope that your occasional kindness can really surprise us. "

Glancing coldly at the people around who were relieved by Griffith's departure, Arman stepped forward to untie the chain on Michonne's wrist: "Take her to the infirmary."

The subordinates at the side quickly lifted up the woman who was limp like a puddle of mud, and said hesitantly, "There is no order from above, Stevens..."

Alman interrupted him impatiently: "Just say I said it, and I'll take care of Griffith." Griffith has lost his mind, and he can't hold anything in his mind except revenge .Arman was inexplicably agitated, opened the iron door, and walked out first.

A few days later, the trench in front of the barbed wire gate of the prison took shape. Although it was only more than 20 meters long, it was more than enough to block the attack of motor vehicles.A simple suspension bridge welded with steel plates has also been put into use. Heber and Oscar fixed two rows of iron columns on both sides of the gate. There is no inverted concrete foundation, so they can only solve this problem by digging deep into the soil and adding stress points.

Now their entry and exit must be approved by Heber, or Rick.

Tasia stood beside the second gate, staring at the redesigned exit. Such defenses were far from enough, she sighed regretfully.

If they were not in the modern age with high-tech weapons, but in the industrial age before 1965, she thinks, what they have now is not just two barbed wire fences to prevent escape.

A barbed wire fence without electricity is nothing more than an ordinary barbed wire fence. A dozen or twenty zombies may be held back by this, and hundreds of them can cause damage.As for thousands of zombies, it is undoubtedly enough to easily pile up into a "mountain of meat" enough to overwhelm the fence, and then rush in, swarming into the once safe shelter.

Without the continuous support of electricity, to resist the impact of a large group of zombies, where is there any high-tech achievement in the world that can compare with a 20-foot-high concrete city wall?As for the idle surveillance cameras and motion sensors in the surveillance room, they were even more of a pile of scrap iron.

There are only more than 20 people, including old and young, and they have to clean up prisons, build bases, and search for supplies, which has long been stretched.They are very short of people now, and sadly, they are even more afraid to accept outsiders at will.

Tasia tapped her fingertips on the doorpost. Lori's due date was still a few months away, far from the day when black siblings would find prison. The zombies in Area A and Area C have been killed. Everyone dragged them outside, piled them together and burned them clean. She went to check the back door of each passage to ensure that no survivors or zombies could enter the safety zone. area.

It took Heber and Rick a day to transform Area A into a training ground for people. Now there are all kinds of fitness equipment and sandbags there, and the daily routine exercises have also been moved from outside to inside.

After these two days, they sorted out the top tasks at hand and freed up time, and it was time for them to go to clean up Area B.According to most people's thinking, there is absolutely no need to take risks in advance for a team that maintains a high-intensity operation at this moment.But Heber's thoughts are more far-reaching, and Tasia understands that he is preparing for the expansion of manpower, and a proper isolation of the living area will be conducive to his control.

"Hey, Tasia, what are you doing standing here?" When she turned her head, she saw the big man holding a cardboard box, standing not far behind, shyly looking at her with a silly smile .

"It's nothing." She walked over and helped him take half of the weight. "It's still quite heavy. What's inside?"

The big man laughed, put the box on the ground, and lowered his voice: "It's a good thing, I found it under the monitoring platform in Area A, the children will definitely like it." He opened the box mysteriously, and she poked her head in. It is actually Coke that is ubiquitous in the world.

"How is it? It's a good thing." The big man raised his dark face triumphantly, his white teeth flashed in a dazzling smile, "Since it happened, you can drink a bottle first."

"It's really a good thing." Tasia raised her eyebrows and smiled, and said that when she fell asleep, someone came to pass the pillow, "But big man, I have to requisition your Coke. Since you have contributed the most, the special approval can share with the other three. share a bottle with two children."

"Why!" The big man's face froze, and he was anxious. Why does this woman like to grab his things so much? He was really confused by the lard, so he ran over as soon as he saw her Inviting credit, isn't this a rush to find a draw! "I'll give you a bottle, at worst, you can take a few more bottles..."

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to embezzle your things. These will be used to make bombs in the future, don't you believe it?" Tasia stared into his eyes with a serious face, and her sky blue eyes were calm and bright.

The corner of the big man's mouth twitched. The pretty woman lied to others, and her appearance was also very good, but the reason was a little rough, and he couldn't bear to expose her: "Why don't you use another excuse? It is more reliable to say that Heber has requisitioned it."

Tasia couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Mix Coke and gasoline at a ratio of 1:2, put it into a glass or plastic bottle, and put it in the refrigerator to cool down. , light it up and throw it out," she stopped suddenly, and looked at him with a persuasive smile as if teaching a child, "Do you know what will happen next?"

The big man was stunned by her, nodded unconsciously, and blurted out: "Will it explode?"

Tasia snapped her fingers and smiled slyly: "That's right! It's a pity that this is only about 200ml. If it is a 500ml Coke bottle, it can destroy all non-armored objects within three square meters when it is half full. Includes hardwoods, limbs, plastics, glass, and with an ignited effect, produces a temperature of approximately 600C.

So instead of finding a case of drinks, big man, you found a case of bombs. "

The big man in Hei let go of his hand in a daze, and watched Tasia walk back with the box of Coke in his arms. It took a long while before he came back to his senses.

"You promised to give me a bottle, it must be counted!"