Inside the fire truck, a thin layer of sweat covered everyone's foreheads.
They piled all the guns they had scavenged onto the floor, the gun barrels still radiating heat.
Columbus tugged at his collar, trying to let air in to relieve the heat, his gaze falling on the pile of guns on the floor.
"I say, if this keeps up, can't we open an arms shop and become apocalypse arms dealers?"
The firearms and ammunition taken from the first wave of pursuers had not yet been used up, and now there were more than ten additional guns.
These people didn't seem to be here to kill them; instead, they seemed to be here specifically to deliver supplies.
"Is that so?"
"Then why don't we set 'Cream Scone' as the currency for transactions."
Tallahassee said without looking back.
"Don't mention your damn Cream Scone, hurry up and see if anyone else is following behind!"
Merle retorted irritably, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, his eyes constantly glancing at the rearview mirror.
The appearance of this group of people completely exceeded his expectations.
He had originally thought that they would not encounter anyone if they took a detour through Tennessee, but who knew that they had only gone halfway when someone else caught up to them.
It was like maggots clinging to bones, always haunting and entanglement.
Although nothing happened these two times and they successfully dealt with them, Merle was genuinely worried facing these lunatics who were even crazier than him.
After all, they were now in an unfamiliar place and couldn't get support from Rick and the others.
"Relax, Merle."
Shawn spoke with a steady breath, his calm, deep voice calming Merle's emotions a bit.
"Where should we go now?"
Merle took a deep breath and asked.
"The target remains unchanged, still Virginia."
Entangling with that group of lunatics brought no benefit; the guns piled on the ground were just a pile of scrap metal without enough manpower.
Risking the lives of their own people to confront that group of lunatics head-on was the worst and most foolish choice.
Especially after these two pursuits, Shawn always had a strange feeling.
There was no doubt that these two groups of people they killed were from the same faction.
However, Shawn always felt that the people he killed didn't seem like real, emotional people.
Instead, their consistent madness made Shawn feel as if he was facing NPCs in a game; when he threw a punch, they not only didn't feel pain but became more resilient with each setback, a feeling that was very unsettling.
As long as one is alive and has perception, there must be something one desires.
In other words, people do not do certain things without reason; as long as there is a corresponding action, there must be a corresponding motive.
Even if it is not a conscious decision, it is often influenced by the subconscious.
But that group of people was even crazier than Shawn had imagined.
They were not normal people; instead, they were like beasts, like a swarm of bees!
As long as the hive and the queen suffered even a slight injury, they would attack the opponent at the risk of losing their lives.
They lacked the most basic human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm; they would only obey the 'queen's' command.
Therefore, getting involved with this group of people was clearly more disadvantageous than advantageous for Shawn.
In Shawn's eyes, one hundred of them were not worth the life of one of his own.
Of course, this was just a hypothesis; Shawn would not easily compare the lives of his own people.
After confirming that no more cars were pursuing them from behind, Shawn checked the system.
At least a week had passed since the last time he taught the magazine.
Opening the 'Team System' again, the teaching function was already lit up, which meant that Daryl and Merle had fully comprehended the magazine at their current level and could proceed with the next teaching session.
Shawn also took the opportunity to add Columbus and Tallahassee to the 'Team System' and teach them the magazine.
Currently, Shawn had actually mastered quite a few magazines, but apart from Lv25's Hammering the World, most of the others were still at the 'introductory level'.
After some thought, Shawn decided to teach Explosives Depot to Daryl, Merle, and Tallahassee.
Although it was only Lv5, its practicality was very high.
Coupled with Shawn now having a pickaxe and the Lv3 Motherlode skill, allowing him to actively search for minerals, this seemingly inconspicuous Lv5 Explosives Depot became crucial.
With sufficient firepower, the five of them could unleash extremely high combat power.
As for Columbus, after careful consideration, Shawn removed him from the list of those learning Explosives Depot and instead taught him Fully Armed.
Given Columbus's personality, Lv5 Fully Armed was a good choice.
If he could fully comprehend it, he would at least be able to forge Lv3 "Crude Attire."
That was the wooden armor Shawn initially wore, which provided basic defense; though seemingly weak, it always played a role in critical moments.
Shawn naturally didn't need Columbus to forge armor for him; teaching Fully Armed was mostly for future considerations.
Columbus could fight, but making him fight was like taking half his life.
To make the best use of everyone, Shawn wanted him to lean towards logistics after returning to Prison.
Moreover, he also had the survival guide compiled from his personal experiences, so perhaps having him also serve as a 'survival theory teacher' for new Camp members and children in the future would also be good.
Although Columbus was occasionally unreliable, he would be a good teacher in the future; Shawn believed this.
The fire truck turned from the highway in Tennessee onto a jungle path; when Shawn saw the jungle, he knew that they were not far from Virginia.
After thinking for a moment, Shawn called out for them to stop.
The fire truck stopped, and everyone looked back.
Shawn pulled out a dagger, holding the tip between his thumb and forefinger, and waved it in front of them.
"Those guys are relentless; they might catch up anytime, so I need someone to help me do something."
"I won't force anyone; it's up to fate. Whoever the dagger points to will do it, and that includes me."
After speaking, Shawn placed the dagger on the ground and gently flicked its short handle, causing the dagger to slowly spin.
The dagger's rotation speed was not fast; the tip swept past everyone through the carriage.
But just as the dagger was about to stop in front of Shawn, someone suddenly reached out and grabbed the dagger.
Shawn looked up and saw Columbus giving him an awkward smile.
He raised his hand and pointed to himself: "Don't spin it anymore, I'll go."
"You know what I want to do?" Shawn was a bit surprised; Columbus volunteering himself was unexpected.
Columbus nodded, looking at the white cargo truck parked outside the vehicle.
"Use the other large vehicle to divert them. If you don't object, I can drive towards Kentucky above, then circle back to find you all."
To be honest, it was only when Shawn heard Columbus say this that he truly took a good look at him.
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