"Oh, by the way, I know what gun you have, it's the M500 revolver pistol known as the hand cannon, produced by Smith & Wesson, and is known as the most powerful pistol in the world.
It uses Magnum .5 bullets, has a capacity of five rounds, and is specially designed for hunting large animals, but I don't understand why you would choose such a gun. "
Carl talked while looking at the tall and strong Joseph.
He looked much more dishevelled. The sweatshirt wasn't too bad, but it obviously didn't fit him very well and stuck to his body tightly. His originally short hair had turned into a messy mess, and his stubble was also very untidy.
It seems that Joseph cut it himself with a knife, which is indeed better than having dirty hair.
But even so, Karl still smelled a strong body odor and couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.
"Because I like it. The aesthetics of violence. Little guy, you won't understand. Now I need to ask you some questions. I hope you can be honest."
Joseph smiled and took back the M500 in his hand. After Carl no longer had the gun in his hand, Joseph did not think that Carl could pose any threat to him.
Joseph grabbed Carl's hair and pulled him backwards.
Karl did not resist, but tilted his head and walked in the direction of Joseph. It really hurt to have his hair pulled. Was this retribution because he had pulled Liz not long ago...
"You don't need to do this. I'm afraid of death. No matter where you take me, I will cooperate as long as you don't hurt me. You're hurting me now."
"Oh? You are an interesting little guy, but you'd better be honest." Joseph did not let go of Carl, obviously he did not really trust Carl.
"Well, if you want, I understand." Carl's cheeks twisted a little because of the pain, but he didn't cry out.
"One more thing. I understand the aesthetics of violence. I also have a pistol that is just as powerful as your hand cannon, but it's just my collection. I won't carry it with me all the time. Although I like it very much, it's not as practical as the seemingly powerless Glock. I can tell the difference between practicality and liking it."
"Boy, you talk too much." Joseph glanced at Karl coldly.
"I can't help it. I talk a lot when I'm nervous." Carl forced a smile.
"Carl! Carl!"
"Damn it, kid, where have you been?"
…
Just then, there were bursts of shouting from behind, and Carl was very familiar with these voices.
"Little guy, be sensible. If you dare to respond, the best they can do is collect your body." Joseph grabbed Carl's hair tightly and threatened.
"Well, I won't. I just want to survive, so don't worry, I will never do anything to displease you or to harm you."
"Haha... you kid, no wonder you were able to deceive the Governor. You turned against him without any hesitation. Are you also thinking about how to trick me?"
"No, I won't put my life in danger. Believe me, I value my life very much. I am afraid of death. As long as you don't kill me, I will not cooperate with you no matter what you want to do."
"Haha, do you think I will believe you?"
"I can take you to where we parked. You'll need to get away from them. There's a pickup truck and a motorcycle there. You can take the pickup truck."
"oh?"
"I can guarantee that there is no one else there. This time it's just the four of us. Or you can observe from a distance to see if I'm lying."
…
"Carl's gun." Daryl picked up the Glock that Carl had thrown away. "He wouldn't just throw away a gun. Even in prison, he always carried it with him."
"Damn it, I shouldn't have let him come." Moore punched a tree trunk.
"You can't change his mind, he is very independent." Daryl said lightly.
"We must find Carl as soon as possible. Oh my God, if something happens to Carl, how should I explain to Rick?" Michonne was a little annoyed.
"It's very likely the target we're chasing. In the jungle, the identities of prey and hunter are never fixed." Daryl said as he checked something on the ground.
"Shit, follow me." Moore suddenly shouted and ran back.
Michonne glanced at Daryl.
"Follow him, he should have discovered something."
The three of them were all in good physical condition. They ran straight out of the jungle without stopping and came to the side of the road where they had parked their car.
There was only one motorcycle parked alone on the side of the road.
"The car's gone?" Daryl whispered.
"Damn, this must be the person who took Carl away. Don't let me find him!" Michonne tightly gripped the hilt of the knife behind her.
"Go back first." At this time, Moore calmed down.
"What did you say?" Michonne was stunned.
"Go back first." Moore's expression was also a little complicated.
"You mean to abandon Carl?" Michonne's eyes widened.
"No."
"More, what do you know?" Daryl frowned slightly.
Moore felt his pockets and found nothing. His cigarettes were in the car and he didn't bring them with him. He looked at Daryl, and Daryl understood and threw the cigarette box to Moore.
Moore lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He squatted on the side of the road, like a gangster before the end of the world, and slowly blew out a smoke ring and said:
"I was just thinking about something Carl said to me when he came back. He said:
I used to fantasize about you, Sean, Daryl, or Glenn, who would appear in front of me the next moment and take me back to prison.
But then I realized that some things have to be done by yourself, and I can rely on myself. If I do it again, I will do better. This is a valuable experience. "
"Wait, does this have anything to do with the current situation?" Miqing asked, suppressing his anger.
"Of course." Maul smiled at Michonne, "He also talked to me many times afterwards, especially that time when he took Daryl's anger for me.
He told me something."
"What?" Daryl narrowed his eyes slightly, "You met Carl when you came back that day? I said you came back not long after he left, but why didn't you tell me?"
"Because this needs to be kept secret, bro, try to understand your brother. It's really not easy for your brother."
Moore threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up, stretched, and then swaggered up his trousers, looking like a real gangster.
"Who will ride the motorcycle back first and drive a car?"
…
"Joseph, do you mind if I call you by your first name?"
"Um."
"Joseph, what did you do before the end of the world?"
"soldier."
"I know that, but I want to know something more specific."
"Marines, Navy SEALs."
"Really? This is a legend."
"Can you please calm down for a moment and consider your own situation?" Joseph seemed a little impatient.
"My own situation?"
Carl's lips curled slightly, and he leaned casually on the passenger seat. Yes, this was his situation. He raised his hands high in front of his eyes. They were tied quite tightly, but it didn't hurt anymore. Instead, he felt numbness, and his blood circulation was a little blocked.
"Joseph, I think it's you who should consider it more."
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