The Walking Dead

Chapter 139

After the night training, Tasia helped Sean put together all kinds of weapons such as guns and machetes.

Moore walked over with a bottle of Coke in his hand, glanced at the pile of weapons, "According to me, these things should be distributed to everyone, so that they can be resisted in case of any accident."

Tasia ignored his complaints, checked the bullets in the gun, and said slowly, "Strictly adhering to the arms control regulations set by Heber will do more good than harm to everyone.

Abuse of force is not necessarily a good thing, at least we have to set a good example for the new members who are about to join." After zipping up the last pocket, she turned to face Moore and said sternly, "The world is difficult, but it doesn't mean people There is no need for legal constraints..."

Suddenly seeing the Coke in his hand, Tasia stopped talking and frowned, "Where did this thing come from?"

"Why?" Moore took a step back and looked at her defensively, "I snatched it from the big man, I warn you, don't take it's idea, go and grab a bottle yourself if you have the ability."

Is this the food chain that naturally forms in prisons?

Tasia rolled her eyes to the sky: "Isn't it just a bottle of Coke? Why don't you just hurry up tomorrow and we'll go to the supermarket to bring a few back? You won't be ashamed to steal something from an honest person. If the rabbit is in a hurry, it will be more expensive." Bite!"

"If he dares, I will break his rabbit teeth!" Moore sneered, and took a big gulp, "You really think I like to drink this stuff, but a bird is almost fading out of my mouth , I just want to change the taste.

I'm tired of such a crappy place.There is no one in the area within a hundred miles, so go get me some beer and come back to have a look, don’t run into the town if you have the guts,” Moore pouted, but it was just a bottle Soda, what’s the big deal. That guy is just puffy, so he didn’t bother him at all, “Besides, I just took a bottle, but you stole one, and you can hear big drinks from far away. The tall man muttered, I'm taking revenge for you. "

What kind of revenge is this, Tasia raised her forehead.Before the doomsday, they must have never imagined that they would fight over a mere bottle of Coke, she thought, she had to go and see the big man.

Since Area A was converted into a training base, Oscar moved into Area C with the big man, and lived in the compartment next to Carol.When Tasia found there with an unopened bottle of drink, she happened to meet Oscar who came out with iodine and cotton swabs.

Seeing her, Oscar's tone was not polite, and even a little blunt: "If you want to take revenge on others, you'd better not choose my friend again. The big man is innocent by nature, and he can't play with your tricks."

He was indeed very angry, not only because it was his friend who had known him for the longest time being bullied, but also because no matter what, he was beaten up a few times, and the big guy couldn't learn how to behave. Next time someone tickled his fingers, he would still Simply ran over stupidly.

"I'm sorry, I promise, there will be no next time." Tasia was a little helpless. After Darryl, she became the second family member to help Moore clean up the mess.

No wonder the two brothers used to quarrel a lot. If it was her, it would be impossible for her relationship to get better with such a big brother who has no sense of right and wrong. She glanced in apologetically: "Is he okay?"

Oscar sighed, his face softened a little, but the words he said were not pleasant: "It's all skin wounds, but I hope you can restrain that scum. We didn't eat for free here, and we also paid for it with hard work and blood and sweat. Do not mistake our patience for fear."

Oscar's eyes were sharp, and he stared closely at Tasia until she nodded before letting the door open and leaving.

Looking at his back, she smiled slightly. The big man is lucky to have a good friend who is very responsible.

Of course, it will take a long time for him to transfer this sense of responsibility to the team. The premise is that Moore, the scourge, will stop a little earlier.

With his back to the door, the big man curled up on the single bed on the lower bunk. His huge body squeezed the narrow bed to the point that there was almost no room for him to stand. His pitiful appearance gave him an indescribable sense of joy.

Hearing her voice, he sniffed and closed his eyes silently, pretending to be asleep.

A cold object was placed in his empty hand, and Tasia said softly, "Turn around and let me see."

He retracted his hand angrily and pushed away the drink in his hand.None of their family is a good person, a slap and a sweet date would only be fooled by a fool!

As Oscar said well, it is kindness to forgive someone who has been bullied once, and it is stupid to get along with someone who has been bullied twice.

"I'm really sorry about today's incident. I, Daimore, say sorry to you." Tasia sat down beside his bed sideways, with limited conditions, and could only put down half of her buttocks next to each other. "Don't worry, it won't That's how you feel wronged."

The big man moved and moved invisibly, but still didn't say a word.

Looking at the thick back silently making room for herself, Tasia suddenly wondered how he was put in prison.In such an environment, he can still maintain a pure heart. The phrase "well-developed limbs, simple mind" couldn't be more suitable for him.

She leaned over and turned his head hard, the bruises on her face and the color of iodine made her look a bit horrible.The big black man who was forced to fix his mouth flattened aggrievedly, showing a trace of childishness that didn't match his figure.

Tasia frowned and checked, Moore really went too far this time.I don't even understand the truth that you don't hit someone in the face, this bastard really treats the big man like a soft persimmon!

"Get up!" She stood up suddenly, took his hand and pulled it up.

"What are you doing!" The big man was so aggrieved that he was about to cry, and he didn't let people take a good rest after being beaten. Is there anyone who is so troublesome!

"When you are beaten, you will hide in the quilt and cry. Are you still a man?! You get up and go to Moore to fight back." Tasia grabbed his fat arm angrily, preventing him from going under the quilt Shrunk.

"I'm not going, my face still hurts," the big man struggled desperately to throw himself in, he didn't want to suffer another meal, Tasia staring at him was too fierce, as if she was about to pounce on him and bite him, They're all terrible.

"I can't beat him, so it's okay if I admit defeat. I don't want Coke anymore. I don't like drinking that. Really, really don't like drinking it."

I don't know who it was, who followed her like a big tail all night, and finally got a bottle, and now I was beaten, and insisted that I don't like to drink it!

Tasia was furious. How could there be such a fool? It was a miracle that he lived to such a long age without incident.

"But you don't know how to file a complaint. Your mouth is on your face, and it has no other purpose except to eat?!" She let go of her hand, panted with her hips on her hips, and stared at him viciously, biting her back molars, " What about your brain, what is your brain for? It is a tool to help you achieve your goals when you are not as powerful as others."

The big man blinked and looked at her blankly: "..."

"..." After a while, Tasia spread her hands in frustration, "Well, let me put it simply, you can go to Heber to file a complaint."

The big man was stunned, he seemed to understand a little bit, but, "You are a family, Heber will not help me." He pinched the corner of the quilt, and secretly pulled up the quilt that had fallen half to the bottom of the bed just now.

Squinting her eyes and watching his small movements, Tasia wanted to say that there is really no reason for him to be bullied all the time, and she really wanted to kick the quilt in his hand out the door right now.

At this time, Moore didn't know that he had been sold by his sister-in-law.

He wandered around the training ground in Area A for a long time, and didn't return to the cell in Area C until the lights were about to be turned off.

As soon as he entered the door, before he raised his hand to greet the gathered people, he was pushed to the ground by two men from behind.

He looked around and got angry: "Fuck! T-Boy, Glenn! You two, are you fucking desperate?!" T-Boy shrugged helplessly, he didn't want to deal with his teammates like this, But there is an order from above, he has to obey.

As for Glenn, he has already adapted to this level of roaring under Heber's long-term oppression.

"It's very majestic, continue." Heber walked out of the crowd calmly, and picked up the baton that he had prepared in advance on the table.

Moore stopped vigilantly: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, it's just a punishment for arbitrary fighting in the prison." Heber looked at him calmly. After today, I believe people will remember the disciplinary code he promulgated even more, "Don't worry, it's not serious, It's only twenty sticks."

"What bullshit, I've never heard of such regulations!" He stared at the people around him with hatred, and these idiots must be laughing at his embarrassment.

"It's stipulated now, do you have any opinions?" Heber approached step by step without changing his face, holding a baton.

"Dare you! Darryl, Darryl!" This bastard is serious!Moore struggled violently, who the hell would dare to touch him, even if it was Tasia's father, he would never stop with him!He frantically looked for his brother in the crowd.

Daryl couldn't bear to take a step forward. After all, it was his elder brother who was pressed to the ground. He couldn't help but watch him being beaten: "Heber, for his first crime, can you..."

"No, if you make a mistake, you will be punished. I'll say it again, the rules I set," Heber coldly glanced at the silent crowd, "Whoever dares to commit a crime must have the consciousness to accept the crime."

His eyes fell on the big man.

"You come out."

The big man moved in front of him at a loss, and Heber handed over the baton in his hand, "Go, hit Moore's buttocks twenty times."

The big man tightened the "weapon" in his hand, and looked at Moore uneasily.

Moore breathed a sigh of relief, and stared back at him with murderous intent, not to mention twenty sticks, even if he touched him lightly, as long as this fat man dared to make a move, he would smash his head Screw it down when the ball kicks!