The Walking Dead: reborn as Carl

The pace is a little slow,

Not anything else, at this point, Carl still needs to make sure if there are any loopholes.

Ahead, one wrong step will lead to an abyss.

There is no return,

There is no chance to start over, so you must be cautious.

Maybe it's not as bad as you think.

The Governor...

The Governor is not stupid, but he might be willing to believe it.

Can...

I can't gamble on my own, at least it's not worth it now.

It is not impossible to use life as a bargaining chip, but definitely not now.

For many things, the answers cannot be expressed directly, but as long as the answer is in your heart, that is enough.

Maybe I should walk slower.

His steps suddenly stopped.

"Karl, what's wrong with you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I told you that you should let Dr. Stevens see you."

The Governor's hand rested on Carl's shoulder, as intimate as ever, just a little worried, without any other emotions.

"No, I'm fine, sir, because I've already been delayed for a day, and we really shouldn't delay any longer. Let's get on with it."

Carl continued to move forward. The Governor shook his head helplessly and followed Carl.

This is also a basement. There are dim lights in the corridor, but it is not too dark.

The corridor was not long, and soon, Crowley and Tim were standing at a door in front, guarding it. When they saw the Governor, they both nodded in greeting.

"Governor!"

"Yeah." The Governor nodded, pushed open the door, and walked in with Carl.

Inside the room, there was a wooden table and several chairs. On one of the chairs, in the middle of the room, there was a person tied to it.

His hands and feet were tied tightly and his head was covered.

Carl's eyes were not on Glenn, um, Glenn, but at first glance, Carl was sure that it was indeed Glenn.

Karl's eyes were on the chair behind the wooden table, or to be more precise, on the person sitting on the chair.

He is a very strong white man, but his skin color is not very white, but rather wheat-colored, and his exposed skin is covered with tattoos, messy tattoos.

Beast patterns, English letters, Latin letters, abstract paintings... there are so many that they cover most of the face.

How should I put it? You can tell at first glance that he is not a good person, and his eyes are indeed very sharp and cruel.

At this moment, he was leaning on a chair with the two legs in front of the chair hanging in the air, his feet placed on the table, slowly rocking with his head slightly tilted back.

Well, this is a very dangerous posture, but there are always some people who like danger.

"Joseph." The Governor called out lightly.

"Hey, Governor, you're finally here. You know what? I've been waiting for you for a long time. This is not like you."

Joseph seemed to have just seen the Governor. He put down the legs of his chair, stood up, walked around the table, and patted the Governor's shoulder in a familiar manner.

The Governor frowned slightly, nodded, and introduced calmly, "This is Carl, Carl, this is Joseph, the one I mentioned to you."

"Hello." Carl nodded and extended his hand.

But Joseph did not shake hands. He crossed his arms, looked at Carl, and then at the Governor.

"Governor, what's the matter? You brought your 'little friend' here for a visit?"

The Governor's eyelids twitched, then narrowed slightly, took a step forward and looked at Joseph.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Joseph took two steps back and said with a wry smile, "Hey, Governor, you know, I just like to joke after all."

"You go out first." The Governor said lightly.

"Of course." Joseph walked out without hesitation. When he reached the door, he left another sentence, "Then the Governor wishes you a happy time."

Carl raised his eyebrows slightly. Is this the role that will replace Moore? It seems that he is more pure than Moore.

But it's hard to say, what can be seen from one side.

"Karl, don't mind it, he is just like that. You have to get used to some things. I'm not saying get used to him, but get used to some of the patience you should have."

The Governor never missed an opportunity to educate Carl.

And Carl would also cooperate and listen carefully to the Governor's instructions.

"I know, sir, but he seems a little disrespectful to you, don't you need to kill him?"

Carl touched the holster on his leg. Well, the Governor still returned the Glock to Carl, and the Apocalypse Snake. It had been a while.

"Carl." The Governor rubbed Carl's head and said with a smile:

"Of course you can kill him, but he is still useful. Carl, you still need to learn to weigh the pros and cons and win people's hearts. Joseph is a very good glove, and a few flaws are nothing.

But when it's time to change gloves, you don't have to do it."

"But I want to do it because he is disrespectful to you, sir. Is that okay?"

Carl looked at the Governor seriously, even with the pleading attitude of a child asking his parents for snacks.

"Haha, if you want." The Governor rubbed Carl's head kindly.

"Well, sir, do you want me to use a Glock or a dagger?"

"Okay, Carl, let's talk about this later. We should ask this friend."

"But sir, I think I should use the Glock, otherwise I can't beat him."

"Silly boy, do you think you are the only one who can use a gun?"

Although the recitation said to talk later, the Governor would naturally respond when Karl spoke.

"Then I can do it when he doesn't have a gun."

…

Glenn was tied to a chair.

In an unknown place, I was tied up and completely unable to struggle. Even my head was covered and I had lost my sight.

In such a situation, not only Glenn, but everyone would instinctively feel extremely insecure.

And because of the lack of a sense of security, people will naturally be extremely sensitive to everything in the outside world.

Among the five senses of human beings, the most intuitive ones for perceiving the outside world are vision, hearing, and smell, among which the sense of smell is several levels weaker than the first two.

So now, Glenn can only rely on his hearing.

Even the slightest sound of footsteps would make Glenn extremely nervous.

What's more, it was very noisy outside, and Glenn could only guess that someone had come and was talking.

But now Glenn, even though he was very nervous, only had his heartbeat and breathing become rapid, which were the most instinctive reactions of his body.

Everything else, preparation, was something Glenn couldn't do.

The sound of conversation gradually became clear to Glenn's ears.

"gentlemen..."

Glenn's trembling body suddenly stiffened. It seemed a little familiar, but how could there be someone familiar here?

"gentlemen..."

No, it was indeed very familiar. Glenn tried his best to calm himself down. Even though he felt very insecure, he tried his best to put aside his fear first.

It is important to think carefully about where you have heard this sound before.

Glenn knew that this was important and perhaps it could save him.

No matter who these people are, they obviously do not have good intentions. Glenn is not naive enough to think that they tied him up like this just to invite him to be a guest.

"Glock..."

Glenn was slightly stunned, and subconsciously wanted to call out the name, and then he remembered it!

surprise!

But his blocked mouth prevented him from shouting, and then he was confused, deeply confused.

Why does this familiar voice say something so...

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