The Walking Dead TWD

When they reached the back of the school, everyone finally understood where Crawford's men had gotten the tobacco.

I saw a large number of greenhouses behind the school, and the surrounding area was heavily guarded and patrolled.

"No wonder it tastes wrong, it turns out it's local."

Bill looked at these greenhouses. Although he sounded picky, his eyes were filled with strong yearning.

The best environment for tobacco production is the tropical rainforest climate, with an optimal temperature of 26.5 degrees, an average humidity of 64%, and 8 hours of sunlight.

Obviously, with the current conditions in Savannah, it is impossible to grow tobacco of this high quality.

"Zhou Nan, after we take over this place, can we take over the school? We need these tobaccos."

After hearing this, Zhou Nan smiled and punched Bill's shoulder.

Bill's idea coincided with his own.

Just like the production of red wine in prisons, this kind of thing often brings unexpected gains and is also their killer weapon that enables them to dominate the trade in the future.

"I've had this idea for a long time."

"We are the only dominant force in Atlanta, and sooner or later our resources will be plundered, so expansion is necessary."

“And those trains at the terminal showed me the feasibility of this idea.”

"In the future, we will not only take Savannah, but also advance towards the capital until our influence spreads throughout America!"

Kampmann felt that Zhou Nan seemed to be bragging, but when he saw the seriousness in the eyes of the other team members, he suddenly felt that the world was a little crazy.

That’s right, Zhou Nan has decided to unify Americain. Is there anything crazier than this?

Kampmann said nothing and just thought it was a joke.

……

This is a medical office.

Zhou Nan did not forget that the purpose of coming here was to save Jasmine.

Sure enough, as soon as we approached here, we heard a disgusting Japanese speech.

"Jasmine, you don't want your sister to meet with any misfortune, do you?"

Hearing the familiar name coming from inside, Bill subconsciously glanced at Zhou Nan.

He was not senile yet and knew that Jasmine had just greeted his team.

Kampmann gritted his teeth. He leaned on the window and took a quick look inside. Sure enough, he saw the red figure that he hated to death.

Kampman whispered to Zhou Nan, "It was her, the woman in red, who rang the bell to wake up a large number of zombies to attack me when I first entered Savannah!"

It seemed that the doctor had some leverage over Jasmine inside, and seeing that she was about to get into bad luck, Kampmann's eyes showed a hint of pleasure.

Zhou Nan knew that their misunderstanding was just a misunderstanding, so he could only comfort Kampmann first.

"Sometimes, seeing isn't always believing. You should calm down first."

"But don't worry, if you are really framed by this woman, I will never let her have an easy time."

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Kampmann selectively received the information that was most beneficial to him and nodded heavily.

Zhou Nan didn't say anything more. He believed in Jasmine's character, but the attack on Kampman was a real thing that had already happened.

They have to resolve any misunderstandings themselves.

Zhou Nan would never do anything like using his power to bully others based on his own preferences.

Democracy is his label, not dictatorship.

Since Kampmann agreed, Zhou Nan, although he knew what would happen next, still signaled everyone to observe carefully what happened inside.

In the dim medical room, Dr. Logan stood with his back to the medicine cabinet, tapping the medicine refrigerator with his fingers.

Logan said, "Jasmine, you should know that although insulin is not needed by many people, it is still an important medicine. Your sister has not made any contribution, but has been consuming the medicine."

"Unless the management grants special permission to extend the supply, you'll be sent back to where you came from!"

Jasmine clenched her fists. "Dr. Logan, only you can save my sister now. You and my sister worked together at Savannah Hospital before the disaster. You definitely wouldn't stand by and watch her die!"

Logan shook his head and said righteously, "Originally, I was willing to give you antibiotics because of our old friendship."

"Now Crawford requires that no medicine be wasted, so I'm sorry, but I don't want to leave."

Logan took out the medicine registration book and flipped through the pages quickly.

His fingertips pressed hard on Jasmine's name.

"Insulin has been running low recently. It seems someone is hiding it?"

"But your sister is the only one in the whole school who needs insulin?"

"If the guards find out..."

Jasmine's pupils contracted. "Dr. Logan, this is a complete false accusation! I didn't steal the medicine at all!"

Dr. Logan suddenly moved closer to Jasmine, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Jasmine, how do you fill out this registration form? Isn't it all up to me?"

"That old bastard Vernon has escaped from here. Now I'm the only one who has the final say in this infirmary!"

"I can fake the theft of medicines, and I can also fake the fact that your sister used fewer insulin..."

"And this all depends on you..."

"Jasmine, do you understand what I mean?"

"Survival comes at a price!"

Logan slid his fingers across the cooler and chuckled.

"Bring your sister here tonight at ten o'clock for your insulin refills, and you, remember to wear that blue dress. I saw it before, and it looked great on you."

"Damn, just thinking about that scene gives me a physical reaction..."

Jasmine's eyes showed disgust, "You pervert!"

"It seems that you would rather watch your sister convulse and die?"

"Or like that asthma patient Crawford dealt with last week?"

Logan's eyes were filled with confidence.

Sure enough, Jasmine wilted after hearing these words, and she didn't know what to do at this moment.

Kampmann heard the whole story and felt a little sympathy for Jasmine, but when he thought about how his wife and children almost died, that sympathy disappeared completely.

Logan stretched out his dirty hands and asked for some interest first.

Jasmine looked at Logan's hand, not knowing whether to move forward or backward. She could only stand there at a loss.

Bill glanced at Zhou Nan. He didn't know whether Zhou Nan was interested in Jasmine, so he could only ask himself in a low voice what he should do now.

"Zhou Nan?"

Just as Zhou Nan was about to take action, the door of the infirmary was suddenly kicked open.

Seeing other situations, Zhou Nan and others suppressed their desire to take action and waited and saw what would happen.

Jasmine was also incredulous when she saw the person coming.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Logan was still as nonchalant as ever. "Hmm?"

"Ethan, what do you mean?"

"Why don't you consider your family before doing anything?"

The anger that had surged into Ethan's head disappeared instantly.

He would feel good after beating Logan, but his daughter who was suffering from diabetes might not survive.

"Jasmine, come with me."

Ethan's body became more hunched, and he didn't dare to have a conflict with Logan after all.

Seeing that Ethan was easily controlled by him, Logan whistled at Jasmine again.

"Jasmine, when you come over tomorrow night, don't forget to wear my favorite dress. If you can wear white silk, I can even give you an extra bottle of medicine!"

Ethan clenched his fists, said nothing, and quickly pulled Jasmine out of the infirmary.

Logan chuckled.

Jasmine's matter is almost certain to be accomplished, and next he has to go to Crawford.

Because Crawford had already prepared the best female students for him.