The Walking Dead TWD

Jasmine and her father were both Crawford's people, and according to Vernon, the two seemed to have joined Vernon and his men.

However, Vernon's act of taking someone with him before his death really opened Zhou Nan's eyes.

There are some things that are of no benefit to oneself and there is no need to do them at all, but Vernon still does them out of a twisted mentality.

Although Vernon is a rare talent with medical skills, having such a person around is undoubtedly a time bomb, and choosing an auspicious day to get rid of him is the best option.

"Francis, these people are under your care. If they try to resist, kill them all!"

There are other important things to do right now, and Zhou Nan can't afford to waste time with this group of old men, so he can only allocate manpower to suppress them by force.

"Everyone, search this place carefully. Don't miss any place. In case they have hidden guns before."

Sure enough, there were two Smith & Wesson M500s taped to the back of the body cart.

This gun is also called a civilian hand cannon. It is said to be a super small pistol that can shoot elephants. The crazy use of 500 Magnum pistol bullets proves that this statement is not false.

Francis also expressed his gratitude to Zhou Nan.

He will soon have to take care of these old, weak and sick people alone.

If he hadn't found these two hidden pistols, and the prisoners had cooperated with each other, with half of them attracting his attention while the other half took the guns, he would have been in a completely passive situation.

"No need to thank me. You need to use your brain more and pay more attention to details. These people are very cunning. Be careful not to get into trouble!"

After giving Francis a few more instructions, Zhou Nan and the other three left him to guard the body while they swaggered out of the morgue through the main entrance.

If they follow the underpass north, they will pass right under the school.

Crawford focused on external defense, but did not consider the hidden dangers inside at all.

The seemingly ordinary manhole cover became their most fatal weak point.

As Zhou Nan carefully removed the manhole cover and checked the surroundings to see if there was any danger, the four people climbed out of the shaft one after another.

Even in the late night, many rooms in the school were lit.

Looking at the surrounding layout, Zhou Nan had to say that this place was really nice.

There is a high wall outside, and there are not only many watchtowers, but also machine guns installed on them.

If we attack from the outside without tanks, we will never be able to take this place.

When it comes to the inside of the school, it’s even better.

Various rooms here have been converted into production rooms, where people are working day and night.

Although this method is not advisable, it also allows Zhou Nan to see its feasibility.

After all, prisons never mass-produce the same items.

Zhou Nan and others were also curious. These people were not sleeping in the middle of the night, but were still producing.

What exactly is this produced?

Taking the risk, Zhou Nan walked forward carefully.

Zhou Nan's eyes lit up when he saw the scene.

It turns out that this is the cigarette workshop built by Crawford!

In today's environment, cigarettes have become a hard currency more valuable than food.

There is such an idea in the minds of some veteran smokers.

You can skip meals, but you can’t go without cigarettes!

If there were cigarettes, they would rather go hungry!

Things are different now. In today's environment, if you smoke a cigarette after eating, it would be worth it even if you were shot on the spot!

The middle-aged man who looked like the leader had a full beard and a tired look in his eyes.

He stood in front of a battered wooden table, surrounded by piles of tobacco plants.

After being simply dried in the sun, these tobacco leaves emit a unique aroma, which, mixed with the dry and cool air, inexplicably brings a different kind of stimulation.

He picked up a piece of tobacco and rubbed it skillfully in his hands, feeling the toughness and moisture of the leaves.

Then he put the tobacco leaf under his nose and took a deep breath, a complicated expression on his face.

The harsh environment of the end of the world has greatly reduced the quality of tobacco, but this is the best raw material they can grow.

The assistant took the tobacco leaves from his hand and quickly spread them out on a piece of yellowed burlap paper.

The assistant then held a sprayer and carefully sprayed water on the tobacco leaves to restore moisture.

The water droplets were evenly sprinkled on the tobacco leaves, making the originally dry leaves gradually become soft.

The moistened tobacco leaves are transferred to another wooden table, and another assistant is responsible for removing the stems and veins of the tobacco leaves.

He held a sharp knife in his hand, and even in the dim light, he could make each cut just right, peeling off the veins completely and leaving only the soft leaves.

This is a job that requires a lot of patience and skill. If you are not careful, the leaves will be damaged, causing the entire cigar to be ruined.

Then he pinched a handful of crushed tobacco from an iron box and sprinkled it evenly on the tobacco leaves.

This tobacco is carefully blended by them to cover up the shortcomings of the tobacco leaves' quality and make it more flavorful.

They also added some mint leaves and rosemary they found outside to the tobacco.

The assistant then handed it to another person.

The man picked up several tobacco leaves with skillful hands and stacked them in a specific order.

He selected an appropriate amount of processed tobacco and spread it evenly on the tobacco leaves.

Then, he gently rolled the tobacco leaf into a cylindrical shape with his broad palms, and then wrapped the entire cigarette with a whole tobacco leaf.

During the rolling process, he also constantly adjusts the force to ensure that the cigar has a uniform shape and moderate density.

The rolled tobacco leaves still need final trimming.

The last person picked up a special pair of scissors and carefully trimmed the ends of the cigarette to make it neat and beautiful.

After he finishes trimming, the cigarettes are placed in a humidor made from an old wooden box.

After the box was closed, it was stacked at the door, and it seemed that there were special personnel responsible for taking it away and disposing of it.

Bill was watching from the dark, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Shit, it's actually cigars! They can actually produce cigars!"

Zhou Nan could see the strong desire in Bill's eyes, so he bent over and walked forward to steal something. He picked up a box from the stacked wooden boxes and handed it to Bill, who looked eager.

"You have lung cancer. You should smoke less."

Bill quickly took the wooden box and took out a cigar from it. He put it under his nose and took a deep sniff, then showed an intoxicated expression.

"Lung cancer is just lung cancer. I can't care less about it."

Everyone can see the entire production process, and there is no need to worry about any additives being added to the cigars.

In order to avoid the fire being seen by others, everyone left the place, and Bill even chose to squat at the foot of the wall and light a cigar.

However, when Zhou Nan saw Bill choose to smoke a cigar that went over his lungs, he finally understood why Bill still got lung cancer.

"Ward Law, Bill, cigars are not meant to go into your lungs!"

Bill waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's more powerful this way..."