With a length of 2.1 meters, the Crescent Blade effortlessly pierced into the person's abdomen.
At the same time, bullets whizzed past above Shawn's body, where his chest had just been.
Shawn held the long pole with his right hand and stirred it clockwise with force.
With a ripping sound, it directly penetrated the person's body!
Shawn stood up and moved closer.
In the person's painful and disbelieving gaze, Shawn stared at him.
"Within seven steps, it seems I was faster."
No kidding, at least the Crescent Blade in Shawn's hand was enough to cover a distance of 4 or 5 steps.
The longer the inch, the stronger the inch!
Shawn looked at him, tightly gripping the hilt of the blade below the main body, and after a full rotation, flipped it upwards.
The blade, facing upwards, sliced open the person's chest, spilling blood everywhere.
At the same time, Daryl controlled the person who had been shot in the thigh with an arrow, and Tallahassee also kept a close eye on Vechita and her sister.
A small battle thus ended with lightning speed.
Shawn held his blade, not rushing to interrogate.
Instead, he waited for the three killed on the ground to reanimate and then cleared them out again.
[Experience + 300]
[Experience + 300]
[Experience + 300]
[Level Up, Lv50 → Lv51]
[Remaining Skill Points: 1]
[You can now allocate points]
The passive experience gained during this period, combined with Shawn's continuous killings in recent days, filled his experience pool and led to this promotion.
Shawn let out a sigh of relief, allowing his heart, which had been beating like an engine, to calm down, and then looked at the survivor pinned by Daryl's metal arrow to his neck.
His thigh had been pierced by Daryl earlier, so he couldn't run away. Shawn simply had Daryl take his gun and move him aside.
Coming before him, Shawn sized him up.
This person was almost no different from the people in the muscle car before.
By this time, his lips moved slightly, muttering something unknown.
When Shawn came before him, he subconsciously met Shawn's gaze.
Shawn saw panic in his eyes; clearly, Shawn's decisive killing earlier had left a deep impression on him.
But after just one glance, he quickly averted his gaze, as if he had done something wrong, lowering his head even further.
Shawn, who had been observing his expression, grinned. He knew this person had wavered.
Shawn squatted down, grabbed his hair, and forced him to meet his gaze.
"Other people are demons, so your target isn't just us, but everyone else besides yourselves, right?"
This seemed to be the motto of this group of survivors, which was why Shawn could hear them constantly muttering it even when he first approached.
The man remained silent, only slowing his muttering. The pressure Shawn exerted on him was too strong.
Seeing his unyielding demeanor, Shawn shook his head: "Never mind, at least you still have one last thing you can do."
Shawn dragged him by his hair behind the broken tree trunk and threw him in front of Vechita.
Without further ado, he gripped the Crescent Blade with both hands and brought it down sharply. The Crescent Blade pierced through the man's internal organs, impaling him on the ground.
Blood gushed from his body, flowing across and touching a corner of the two sisters' clothes.
The man was not yet dead, but he turned his head to look at Vechita with a pair of confused, lost eyes.
He whispered something at last, as if continuing to repeat the phrase 'Other people are demons,' or perhaps saying something to Vechita in his dying moments.
A few seconds passed before his head tilted, and he completely lost his life.
But not long after, he began to struggle again, veins bulging beneath his pale skin, spreading like a spiderweb across his face.
He tried hard to get up, but he was pinned to the ground by the blade and couldn't move an inch.
Shawn squatted beside this Walker, his gaze turning to Vechita.
The two sisters were terrified at this moment, their faces completely drained of color, only able to cling to each other, hugging tightly.
"Listen to me, we..."
After Vechita recovered, she tried to say something else, but Shawn interrupted her directly.
Shawn looked at her and pointed to his face.
"Perhaps you find it unfamiliar, but in reality, the fire truck you stole is mine, so please remember this face. My name is Shawn."
Upon hearing the words "fire truck," Vechita immediately quieted down.
Looking around, she actually saw two familiar faces.
"I told you we'd meet again, didn't I?"
Tallahassee came forward and berated her for a minute.
Even Columbus only looked at her with complex eyes, choosing not to step forward to help mediate. Vechita had disappointed him too much.
Two trusts, ultimately exchanged for only two betrayals.
She was indeed very clever and knew how to adapt, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to deceive them, but being too clever isn't necessarily a good thing.
"Alright, you've come to your senses."
Shawn snapped his fingers twice in front of her to make her fully alert.
Columbus and his companion had vented enough; now it was time for business.
"Now, I ask, and you answer. Answer only what I ask, and don't say anything superfluous, otherwise, I will make you understand how I treat 'liars.'"
Shawn wasn't gritting his teeth, but hearing his words made Vechita shiver uncontrollably.
Because she knew Shawn was ruthless and would absolutely follow through. The man who had already turned into a Walker before her was an example of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.
Vechita nodded, feigning composure.
"Good."
"First question, how did you meet them, and why were they chasing you?"
Shawn had some guesses in his mind, and he wanted to confirm them through Vechita, the primary witness.
Vechita pursed her lips, organized her thoughts, and began: "I saw them at the border between North Carolina and the South."
"Originally, I thought it was just a simple encounter, and we would each go our separate ways after passing by."
"But after just one glance, they turned around and followed."
"So if you ask me why, I actually don't know myself."
"We shook off one car, the rest followed, and then we saw you."
After hearing Vechita's answer, Shawn nodded to himself.
Although the information derived from these words was limited, it confirmed Shawn's conjecture.
Firstly, this group of people is extremely aggressive. They have no fixed targets, or rather, everyone can be their target.
Secondly, their unified symbols, crazy behavior, and ideology definitely didn't appear out of thin air; someone must be influencing them. Given their nature, the top command must be a single person, not a group of people.
In other words, within this organization, apart from a single leader at the top, everyone else is a fanatic.
Does it sound familiar?
That's right, Shawn saw the Governor's shadow in these people. It seems there are still many inherently evil individuals.
This has almost become a specialty of the apocalypse.
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