Chapter 116: Embedded
Randall had already been delivered to Glenn's squad's station.
Randall had been tortured beyond human form. The tendons in his hands and feet had all been severed. His life had entered the countdown phase.
Glenn looked at Randall in such a miserable state. He said nothing. The coldness on his face showed he was no longer that warm-hearted delivery guy who delivered pizza.
He said to Jimmy beside him, "Get someone to notify Maggie."
Jimmy turned to find someone.
Glenn still had Rick and Morgan beside him. Rick had also seen many cruel murder scenes. Facing Randall's current state, though he frowned, he said nothing.
Rick was prone to indecisiveness, but when real threats appeared, he shot faster than anyone.
Morgan, however—his dark face showed some struggle. He couldn't help but say, "Is it really necessary to torture him like this?"
Glenn raised his eyelids and glanced at Morgan, saying coldly, "Not necessary?"
"Captain." Morgan swallowed and avoided Glenn's gaze, but still said, "This is too sick. To take revenge on a teenage kid like this, this..."
After Merle delivered Randall, he hadn't left yet. He leaned against the wall, his squad members beside him.
Merle showed a strange smile and turned to look at his squad members. Seeing mocking smiles on their faces, only then did he turn his head back.
Now he wanted to see how Glenn would respond. Moreover, the person asking this question clearly had differences with the combat squad's principles—too merciful.
Rick also understood this principle. He tugged at Morgan, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Glenn speaking up.
"You think it's unnecessary?" Glenn's eyes stared deadly at Morgan as he slowly turned his head.
"When someone slaps you, and you slap them back, do you think that's fair?" Glenn stood up. His not-so-tall figure carried a sense of oppression.
Watching Glenn walk over, Morgan gathered his courage to answer, "...F-fair, I guess."
"No, this isn't fair." Glenn shook his head. "You had no intention to harm or hurt others, yet you suffered harm for no reason."
"You should retaliate ten times, a hundred times, letting that person know your fury, instead of pursuing fairness like a coward."
"What we want is absolute safety and peace, not having some force provoke us from time to time, with us just retaliating and stopping there."
"We need to eliminate the opponent, even every person who dares take action, and make other forces understand—we are jackals, we are tigers and leopards, we are not to be provoked!!!"
"Do you understand?"
Glenn looked at Morgan and let out his roar.
In a daze, Morgan collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at Glenn before him.
Merle watched the erupting Glenn, slightly stunned, then let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh and clapped.
"Wow, spectacular, Korean kid."
Glenn looked up at Merle and waved impatiently. "If there's nothing, hurry back. What are you doing hanging around here?"
Then Glenn looked solemnly at Morgan. "If you feel my combat squad doesn't align with your concepts and ideas, I advise you to quit as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, during mission execution, if you hesitate for a moment, I will kill you." When saying this, Glenn's face was calm, but his eyes were like an ancient well's waveless lake surface.
Morgan lowered his head. He knew Glenn wasn't lying. When the time came, Glenn would definitely act.
Rick looked at Morgan, then at Glenn. He opened his mouth but found all words stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
He wanted to say something to help Morgan, but this was a matter of principles. It couldn't be changed easily. He couldn't force Morgan to change his viewpoint and ideas.
Even though the two were friends.
Rick sighed.
Merle soon left with his people. Morgan and Rick went home. Only Randall and Glenn, waiting for Maggie, remained in the room.
Creak—
The door opened. Glenn didn't turn his head. "You're here?"
"Mm." Maggie unnaturally tugged at her sleeves, making a muffled nasal sound. Her eyes were red, her nose tip also reddened.
She'd obviously been crying before coming.
Only then did Glenn turn to look at Maggie. He froze, finding Maggie looking at him with red-rimmed eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.
Under the frantic urging of voices in his heart, Glenn stepped forward and hugged Maggie.
In his embrace, Maggie burst out crying. Tears surged out like a breached dam.
Soon, the clothes on his chest were soaked. Glenn also felt incomparable heartache. His heart felt like it was stuffed with a water-soaked cotton ball—couldn't go up, couldn't go down.
"...You bastard, you... you didn't even come see me." Maggie's tearful voice reached Glenn's ears. "I... why didn't you come see me? I, I really missed you so much."
Maggie cried breathlessly, her fists pounding on Glenn's body.
Glenn coughed but couldn't block her.
Maggie wasn't some delicate city girl. The strength in her hands was greater than average males. She often did farm work. Her physique was as vigorous as a female leopard.
Amid Maggie's crying and scolding, the awkwardness between them instantly disappeared. Maggie's emotions were also released.
Glenn explained to Maggie the cause and effect of the Greene Farm robbery—where the gang came from, why they came to Greene Farm...
Maggie suddenly understood. At the time, she'd been directly held at gunpoint and taken away. She thought it was an accident, not realizing it was a man-made disaster.
"Randall is right here." Glenn stepped back two paces, walked to Randall's side, and reached out to remove Randall's burlap hood.
Maggie squinted and looked carefully at Randall before her, asking in confusion, "Who are you?"
One of Randall's eyes was swollen, leaving only a slit that couldn't see anything clearly. The other eye could barely see Maggie. He reached out his hand. "It's me, Randall."
But what Randall didn't expect was that Maggie shook her head and said with disgust, "I don't remember you at all."
Randall froze. Enduring the pain, the swollen eye even opened a tiny bit.
Ignoring Randall's reaction, Maggie took the machete Glenn handed over.
"Don't need to vent some more?"
Maggie shook her head. "No need."
With that, Maggie fiercely chopped down.
The cold blade embedded viciously into Randall's skull. Blood sprayed out like high-pressure water, drenching Maggie directly.
Maggie casually wiped the fresh blood on her face, her expression cold. She pressed her foot against Randall's face, pulled out the machete, and chopped down again.
The machete chopped down repeatedly. Randall soon lost all signs of life.
Having chopped too many times, Maggie stood up straight somewhat breathlessly and brushed back her hair. A strong bloody smell rushed into her nostrils.
"Ugh, really stinks."
"Uh..." Glenn reached out his hand. "Want to wash up at my place?"
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