The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Caesar turned and walked toward the driver's seat. Several zombies nearby approached and reached out their claws to grab Caesar.

Faced with the attack, Caesar did not retreat but advanced, taking large strides forward and drawing a sharp dagger with his right hand.

The needle pierced through the zombie's jaw and twisted hard, causing the zombie to fall down as if its bones had been removed.

Caesar tried to draw his dagger, but the weight of the zombie pulled him away, and the dagger slipped from his hand.

Just then, a zombie darted out from beside him, its mouth wide open.

Caesar took a step back, turned and kicked to the side, the powerful blow instantly breaking the walker's leg bone, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Looking around, the zombies began to approach, gradually filling the street ahead, advancing like an army.

Tite's allure was no longer enough to scatter the zombies; Caesar was now their primary target.

Caesar's face turned cold. He lifted his leg and stomped down, smashing the head of the zombie on the ground with the heel of his cowboy boot.

He quickly got into the driver's seat and slammed on the gas.

The pickup truck, still running, sped off, immediately smashing into several zombies, sending them flying in a bloody mess.

The pickup truck then turned around and accelerated forward.

After driving a dozen meters, the pickup truck stopped. Caesar opened the door, picked up the gun pouch from the ground, and then closed the door.

With its engine roaring, the pickup truck never stopped.

Tite glanced at the pickup truck that drove past and muttered, "The party's about to end."

After saying that, his eyes gleamed with even greater excitement. He pulled out several grenades from his waist, removed the pins, and threw them into the area where the zombies were concentrated.

"Go eat shit, you bastard! You want to eat me? You only deserve to eat this."

Tite's firepower was plentiful and his movements were quite loud, and the zombies in the distance began to gather on this street.

Standing on the rooftop, Glenn clicked his tongue in amazement: "This woman is even crazier than Moore. They've rescued everyone, why hasn't she left yet?"

"Hey, now's the perfect opportunity to escape."

Glenn's eyes lit up. That's right, the zombies from several nearby streets are now pouring into this area, which means the number of zombies on other streets has greatly decreased.

The department store where Glenn's companion worked was located on two adjacent streets, and could be exited through a back door.

This way, they can avoid contact with walkers and return to camp with supplies.

Thinking of this, Glenn was thrilled and stood up, about to run towards the department store.

But as soon as he turned around, a pair of large hands covered his mouth and nose.

Before he could resist, a tremendous force struck, and Glenn was lifted into the air before being slammed to the ground.

The excruciating pain caused Glenn's eyes to bulge, and although he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound. The veins on his forehead stood out prominently, and his body was stiff as a bowed shrimp.

Rip wiped his gloves. "Jimmy, pin him to the ground."

"Rip, this...this...you just killed him like that?"

Jimmy sniffed and hesitated before speaking.

Rip gave Jimmy an annoyed look: "I'm going to tie him up, hurry up, or Tite will have a hard time getting away."

"Oh, oh." Jimmy chuckled sheepishly.

Please, Jimmy saw Rip take action when he broke away from those controlling friends. He was swift and decisive, like a killer.

Pigpen knot, a knot cowboys traditionally use to tie up livestock such as cattle and sheep.

Jimmy tied Glenn's hands and feet behind his back, wrapped them around several times, then threaded the end of the rope through the loop, folded it into a U-shape, and pulled it back.

After arranging for Jimmy to tie Glenn up, Rip pulled out a walkie-talkie and shouted into it, "Tit, I'm ready here, you can leave now."

"Okay, okay, my finger hurts from pulling the trigger..."

Ignoring Tite's complaints and nagging behind him, Rip raised his rocket launcher and aimed at a Chinese restaurant not far from Tite along the street.

After firing a burst of shots, Tite shoved the still-hot gun into the back seat and nimbly got into the driver's seat.

Without the barrage of comments to stop them, the zombie staggered toward Pikachu.

Rip pulled the trigger.

The rocket launcher, trailing a plume of flame, entered the restaurant, instantly unleashing a blazing fireball that, accompanied by a shockwave, swept outwards.

Flames smashed through the restaurant's windows and doors, sending several zombies flying.

The zombies on the street attracted everyone's attention.

At that moment, another explosion occurred in the restaurant, this one bigger and more violent, shaking the entire street.

Flames surged forth, engulfing the surrounding zombies and quickly turning them into charred remains.

Tite sat in the car, holding his head and looking up at the street in front of him.

The scene was exactly like that in a war movie.

"This is just like World War III."

After a moment of reflection, Tite started the car and took the opportunity to quickly drive away.

The raging fire was undoubtedly the best place for the aimless zombies, and they streamed into the restaurant amidst the thick smoke.

on the roof.

Jimmy stared blankly for a moment, then finally managed to stammer, "My God!"

Rip slapped Jimmy: "I told you to watch over them, what were you doing?"

"Oh, oh." Jimmy scratched his head and turned to look at Glenn.

Glenn was now fully conscious, his mouth taped shut. He angrily tried to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Jimmy crouched down, lifted his cowboy hat, touched his thinning hair, and put it back on.

He patted Glenn on the shoulder sympathetically and comforted him, "Don't worry, save your energy. Otherwise, when you're dying, I'll have to hold you down, which is such a hassle. You agree, right?"

Glenn's pupils widened slightly, his breathing became rapid, and he became much more docile, no longer moving around.

knock knock --

Three short and one long arrows, and Caesar pushed open the rooftop door.

Caesar was taken aback. He had to admit that he was quite lucky to have run into Glenn right away.

Rick followed behind Caesar.

"Did you get the gun holster?"

"Rip asked."

Caesar nodded.

That's right, Caesar used Rick's gun holster as a reason to say he would rescue Rick.

Although this reason is far-fetched, after all, two rocket launchers and so much ammunition were sacrificed to save Rick.

But Caesar needed Rick and his crew.

First of all, Caesar was very clear that he only had one cheat code: his understanding of this world and some of its future directions.

This trajectory is about Rick and his friends; with them, Caesar can control a portion of the world's direction.

In doing so, Caesar could also acquire supplies from the CDC, agricultural techniques from Herschel Farm, and the population of Woodbury…

Secondly, Rick's group is very capable, which is an irresistible reason for Caesar Ranch, which is short-handed.

Caesar strongly agreed with Negan's statement that in the end times, population is the resource.

Capable people are a valuable resource.

Rick was clearly still recovering from the shock and his mind wasn't quite clear. He asked, "So, what are we doing?"

Caesar glanced at him, then squatted down to face Glenn and grinned.

"What we do now depends on what this delivery guy can tell us."

Glenn huddled up in fear, suspecting he had encountered bad people.

But he firmly told himself that he would never let the news of the camp out, even if it meant death.

The determination in Glenn's eyes reminded Caesar of the time he and Maggie were captured and taken to Woodbury.

Caesar, not wanting to engage in pleasantries, went straight to the point: "Your camp is at the quarry, isn't it?"

"Um?!!"

Glenn's eyes widened. He swore he had never betrayed his companions, but his confident tone clearly indicated he knew the situation at the camp.

Caesar chuckled and exchanged a glance with Rip beside him, seeing Glenn's naiveté in the latter's eyes.