Death

Chapter 201 Death

"Blow up the wall for me."

The heavy machine gun muzzle was turned and aimed at the wall next to the door frame.

The wall was already riddled with cracks, and some cement had fallen off, allowing a clear view of the other side.

The machine gunner aimed at the areas with the most cracks and pulled the trigger.

Beep beep beep—

The bullets whistled through the air and struck the dilapidated walls with heavy force.

The bullets were fired with tremendous force, and several bullets were instantly embedded in the wall.

Of course, there were also ricochets and splashes.

The soldiers hid behind sandbags, carefully sticking out their gun barrels to fire at the entrances and exits, preventing the governor from launching a sneak attack before the walls had even crumbled.

As Caesar had predicted, the governor was in a great hurry.

He gritted his teeth, aimed at one of his men, and shouted, "Fire! Fire!"

As he spoke, the governor suddenly pushed one of his men forward.

His men were riddled with bullets in the blink of an eye, and they stopped breathing in the blink of an eye. He didn't even have time to fire a single shot.

He trusted the governor too much and didn't expect something like this to happen.

The governor's facial expression remained unchanged, but he was inwardly roaring with anger and rage.

You idiot, you idiot, you brainless dog! You're about to die, why didn't you shoot and take a couple more with you?

You've lost your life for nothing; you're a useless piece of trash who's good for nothing and good for nothing.

The governor's inner thoughts were unknown to his subordinates, but they all tacitly took a step back away from him, fearing they might follow in their colleague's footsteps.

The governor knew that he was now being held at gunpoint, and if he peeked out, he would be shot in the head.

But if he were to give up, he would rather all his men die.

The governor had no choice but to sternly reprimand his men: "Go! Go! Strike back! Break through!"

They couldn't break in, but their men could easily fire a few shots inside.

After firing the shots, they themselves had no idea where the bullets went.

Because of its unusual movement pattern, it posed no threat to the soldiers hiding behind the sandbags.

During the exchange of fire, the governor's men, who had leaned out to fire, were caught in the crossfire and died with their eyes wide open.

With his forces dwindling, the governor grew increasingly anxious.

It wasn't that he cared about the lives of his subordinates; it was simply because he couldn't take revenge.

The thick, clustered bullets caused the cracks in the wall to widen.

Finally, the wall could no longer hold on and collapsed outwards.

The wall collapsed, raising layers of dust that instantly enveloped the outside.

Seeing his opportunity, Caesar fired while shouting, "Fire freely! Don't conserve ammunition! Fire freely!"

All the soldiers were firing at full speed, their eyes not on the bullets flying by, but on the desire to achieve great things.

No one could see whether a bullet hit its mark; they could only judge whether someone had been shot by listening to the enemy's screams.

The enemy's screams excited the soldiers even more, and they fired their guns with even greater force.

The composed Morales, holding his gun, his face twitching from the recoil, muttered under his breath, "Kill you all, kill you all, you all must die."

T-boy made no attempt to contain his excitement, shouting in a rough voice, "You bastards, come and taste how powerful my gun is!"

Perhaps because the bullets shattered too much cement, when the wall collapsed, it only buried a few of his men, but did not cause serious injury.

But when they got up and tried to leave...

Bullets came from all angles, and some people didn't even have time to scream before being killed by bullets.

Those who were lucky enough to be hit, screamed twice, and still lost their lives.

Looking at the few men in front of him, their eyes were empty, their faces stained with their own or their comrades' blood, and they were trembling, as if they were afraid that they would be the next to die.

Just as the governor began to consider whether to retreat, a hoarse female voice came from behind him.

The governor and his men turned to look.

There were dozens of people standing there, densely packed together; they were Woodbury's new recruits.

Leading the group were Andrea and the four new recruit captains.

Among the crowd and those ordinary faces, Carol could be seen. She seemed to have completely blended in, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

Andrea, holding a gun, said, "Governor, I've brought reinforcements."

Upon seeing Andrea, the governor felt a strange sensation, but at the same time, he felt relieved.

With so many cannon fodder, he didn't believe he couldn't break through.

Andrea approached the governor, who then asked, "Why are you so late?"

"Uh—because some new recruits are really not used to it. Just seeing the zombies gnawing on corpses is too much for them to handle," Andrea said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

In fact, it takes time to sweep through the entire prison.

Andrea had to make sure there were no other loyal subordinates of the governor wandering around the prison, so she slowly advanced from the outside in.

The governor's missing men approached Andrea and her group without any suspicion after they encountered them.

Once they entered the crowd, those around them launched an attack simultaneously.

Some people grabbed guns, some covered mouths, and some stabbed.

In the crowd, knives were thrusting from all directions, and almost instantly, he lost control of his body.

The dagger was plunged into the neck, arms, thighs, abdomen, chest, and other parts of the body. Some areas were so badly targeted that the flesh was mangled and turned into a bloody mess.

And so, he endured being betrayed in the crowd.

Based on his past trust in Andrea, the governor had no intention of finding fault with her.

"Get these new recruits up there and finish them off."

The governor issued orders without any politeness, treating these new recruits as if they were not human beings at all.

Andrea tilted her head, feigning confusion, and looked at the governor. "Send in the recruits?"

"Of course," the governor nodded decisively. "Otherwise, are you going to let us go?"

Andrea seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and took two steps back to the recruit's side.

Pointing at the governor, he exclaimed in surprise, "You're actually sending these recruits to their deaths?"

The governor was stunned for a moment; he didn't quite understand.

Why are you shouting so loudly? They all heard you!

Before he could rebuke Andrea, Andrea's expression changed, and she looked at the governor with an icy gaze, as if covered by a layer of frost.

"Let's do it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the recruits behind Andrea raised their hands without the slightest hesitation.

Dozens of guns were pointed at the governor and his loyal subordinates at the same time; the dark muzzles of the guns were terrifying.

The governor suddenly understood, his eyes widening: "Andrea, you traitor!"

Thud—

Andrea fired the first shot.

The gunshot acted as a fuse, and everyone else fired at the same time.

In a not-so-wide area, thousands of bullets were fired into the plane.

In an instant, the governor and his men fell to the ground.

The governor's head, riddled with bullet holes, remained motionless; he was dead.