The Walking Dead
Chapter 144
"What progress has Griffiths made?" The Governor took a sip of the cup of black tea and put it down gently. In terms of craftsmanship, the tea made by Milton is more fragrant.
"A few survivors who were camping outside were caught, but there is no news about them yet." Martinez stood respectfully beside the display cabinet, and the top shelf displayed a two-handed samurai sword.
It was the governor's new collection. He liked to leave behind a cherished souvenir after the enemies were wiped out, sometimes a knife, sometimes a pocket watch, or a human head.
Griffith's wit made Martinez more alert.
He will never let a latecomer easily climb on top of his head.
He bent his index finger and tapped the table, but the governor did not speak.It has been more than a month, and his guards have not received any useful news, which makes him have to guess that Tasia and her party really left Woodbury.
Suppressing the irritability in his heart, the governor waved his subordinates back without showing any expression.
On the tidy streets, well-dressed residents come and go, building their homes in an orderly manner.In the flower beds beside the road, clumps of colorful flowers bloom tenaciously in the winter sunshine.
If the conversation just now reminded him that there is still a stain in his post-apocalyptic life that has not been washed away, perhaps the governor would be in a happier mood.
"Governor, hello." Passers-by smiled and nodded to him.
He maintained a soft smile on his face reserved and distant, and patrolled his territory with steady steps.
The current number of Woodbury residents has increased from nine at the beginning to 73, and has been reduced to 64 due to combat attrition.
Among them were Bartley and the patrolling armed men who were assassinated before Tasia appeared, Brady who died on the night they escaped, Muriel's body that was later found in the room, and others who were searching for their whereabouts. , the other subordinates who could not come back after going out.He put all the lives of these people on Tasia's head.
Perhaps, he should order Griffiths and the others to take a longer distance for the next search trip.
The governor, who had been thinking secretly, walked forward steadily, not paying attention to a slender figure in the alleys on both sides of the road, who was hiding in the shadow of the corner of the building.
Michonne quietly watched the sunny street, her dark eyes were obscure.Among the strange pedestrians, some familiar figures would appear from time to time. Of course, the place they knew was not a normal place, but in the darkest dungeon in this town.
Michonne's gaze closely followed the people who had watched her being tortured, watching them come into view one by one, and then disappear one by one, but did not find the man she hated the most.
But she accidentally saw the leader who was called the "governor". She would never forget that it was him that night, playing with her samurai sword and giving orders lightly.
"A woman of no value has no need to exist."
"Drag out and feed the zombies."
His deep voice was as cold as a poisonous snake.
Michonne clenched her fists tightly. If she hadn't been rescued by that strange man, she would be a pile of rotten flesh in the belly of a zombie.
She suppressed her boiling emotions and slowly retreated into the depths of the alleyway.
Now that he's out of the place, now's the perfect time for her to sneak in and get back what's hers.
The governor's residence is not big, just like other houses on this street, except that the wooden furniture is thicker, the variety of wine is more varied, and the decorations are more delicate, it does not look like a dictator's residence at all .
Michonne saw the long knives in the showcase at a glance. She strode forward and pushed open the window, reaching out to take out her weapon.She will let it drink the blood of its enemies, and pay homage to the injustice it has suffered for so many days.
"Moore, stop!" In the prison, an annoyed cry sounded from the outer grass field.
I saw the sweaty fat man chasing Moore, who had just recovered from his injury, and ran all the way to the prison area.
The wound had already been scarred, but it hadn't completely fallen off. Moore didn't dare to move too much, and he ran with incomparable joy, twisting his waist and swinging his hips.Even so, the stamina of the big man who had not improved much after training for a long time was still terrible, and he couldn't catch up with Moore's pace after running for a long time.
"You guy, it hasn't been long, and you're starting to make noise again." Tasia put her hands on her hips and blocked the door, blocking his way.
Moore stopped and rolled his eyes: "You're just kidding, why take it seriously." A piece of paper was flying in the wind in his hand.
After the previous good beating, Moore was captured by Heber this time, and after being locked up for a period of time, he really restrained himself a lot.The only thing that remains the same is that he still doesn't like the big black guy, and will play tricks on him whenever he catches the opportunity.
But it really didn't hit anyone again.
Tasia squinted at him: "You stole something from someone else? Hurry up and hand it over."
Moore pursed his lips, picked up the piece of paper solemnly, and began to read: "Dear baby, today mom specially made a box of your favorite donuts..."
As soon as he started, he was snatched back by the big man who ran over from behind.Seeing his dissatisfied expression, Moore shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Donuts are not very good. I eat them often." But his eyes stared at him for a moment, carefully folded the letter, and put it back with peace of mind. In body pocket.
Tasia clasped Moore's shoulders knowingly, "Actually, if you want to eat, it's not impossible, just tell Patricia tonight, she will definitely satisfy your little request. "
"Don't be stupid, that thing can only be used as a snack, it's a waste of oil, and it can't fill your stomach. What do I want it for?" Moore slapped her hand away, and walked in with his neck stuck.He wouldn't admit that he was just a little envious, that a person as stupid as a fat man had a mother who loved him, and he was still a baby, vomit.
His damn mother has never made him any snacks with her own hands, and she is lucky if she doesn't beat someone after drinking, and she never called him so intimately...
Tasia grabbed Moore's clothes: "Hey, how about I make you a taste?"
"You?" Moore paused, raised his eyebrows and looked back at her, eyes full of distrust.She just fights zombies with everyone all day long. If she is good at fighting, cooking?If she can make something good, it's better not to be ashamed.
Moore sighed, it's a good thing to please the elder brother, he understands it, but the other... Let's avoid it, he doesn't want to let the earth survive from the hands of zombies and Hebe, but finally die by his sister-in-law The poisonous hands.
He put his arms around Tasia's shoulders and walked in. It was a rare time to consider his tone, and gently persuaded: "Patricia is so busy every day, let's not bother her, don't you have to help Darryl cut it at night?" Arrow, do more business and don't waste time on those inexplicable things."
The corner of Tasia's mouth twitched, and she followed him back to Area C wordlessly.Others don't know, she still doesn't know what Moore is thinking in his heart?Obviously wanting to die, but pretending to be indifferent, it's a lie.
Besides, donuts, what's the big deal.At any rate, she has also learned the Northeast pasta recipe for a while, even if it is different from the food of foreigners, it can be eaten and delicious, but it is fine!Taste or something, at this time, it’s better not to worry about so much, the point is the heart, the heart-let her food successfully capture the heart of Moore, an awkward old man!
After going back to the house and changing his clothes, Darryl took a pile of dirty clothes into the basin and sent them to the laundry area.He didn't see Tasia on the table during dinner, he frowned, turned around and asked Moore beside him, "Did you see Tasia?"
"No." Moore shook his head indifferently, and took a boiled potato in his hand.
Darryl was still worried after thinking about it, he pulled out the chair and was about to get up, when Patricia pushed him back to his original position, the middle-aged woman's eyes flashed with gossip, she avoided Moore, and made fun of Darryl She squeezed her eyes tightly and said, "Sit down, Tasia is preparing gifts for you brothers, and she won't be happy if you tell me in advance."
Darryl was startled, sat upright slowly, and picked up the knife and fork again.Puzzled, he glanced at Moore suspiciously. The elder brother who was working hard didn't look like he knew anything.
Not long after, Tasia came out with a large plate of strangely shaped things, "Dangdangdang—the world-beating love donuts are finally baked!"
She didn't put the plate on the table either, and put it directly behind Daryl and Moore, each of them put three on the plate, and waved her hand boldly: "Open up and eat, I made a lot today, everyone has a share !"
Pei Ji jumped up from the chair happily, and stood up straight: "I want it too, I want it too! What is it?"
Tasia was very satisfied with her son's support, and put one on his small plate: "Try mom's handicraft, and I will make it for you later if you like it." People distribute.
"What the hell is this?!" Moore gritted his teeth and stared at the unknown object on the plate. It wasn't a circle or a circle, and he told her not to do it!She is so messy, has she ever asked the donut how it feels, it will cry too!
Tasia moved to Moore's hand and pointed at the dinner plate, "Of course the heart snacks are a little different, can't you see it? This is the face, these are the ears, and there are big noses and mouths..."
Moore interrupted her with a headache, "Just tell me what this thing is."
"Pig head," looking at his darkened face, Tasia quickly added, "Love pig head, if you don't like it, I also made a flying pig, and I'll find it for you."
Before she could leave, Darryl wrapped his arms around her waist, and unquestionably pulled her to sit beside him: "You don't have to look for him, Moore just likes pig heads."
"Really?" Tasia was dubious.
"Really." Darryl bit off half of the pig's head without changing his expression.
"A few survivors who were camping outside were caught, but there is no news about them yet." Martinez stood respectfully beside the display cabinet, and the top shelf displayed a two-handed samurai sword.
It was the governor's new collection. He liked to leave behind a cherished souvenir after the enemies were wiped out, sometimes a knife, sometimes a pocket watch, or a human head.
Griffith's wit made Martinez more alert.
He will never let a latecomer easily climb on top of his head.
He bent his index finger and tapped the table, but the governor did not speak.It has been more than a month, and his guards have not received any useful news, which makes him have to guess that Tasia and her party really left Woodbury.
Suppressing the irritability in his heart, the governor waved his subordinates back without showing any expression.
On the tidy streets, well-dressed residents come and go, building their homes in an orderly manner.In the flower beds beside the road, clumps of colorful flowers bloom tenaciously in the winter sunshine.
If the conversation just now reminded him that there is still a stain in his post-apocalyptic life that has not been washed away, perhaps the governor would be in a happier mood.
"Governor, hello." Passers-by smiled and nodded to him.
He maintained a soft smile on his face reserved and distant, and patrolled his territory with steady steps.
The current number of Woodbury residents has increased from nine at the beginning to 73, and has been reduced to 64 due to combat attrition.
Among them were Bartley and the patrolling armed men who were assassinated before Tasia appeared, Brady who died on the night they escaped, Muriel's body that was later found in the room, and others who were searching for their whereabouts. , the other subordinates who could not come back after going out.He put all the lives of these people on Tasia's head.
Perhaps, he should order Griffiths and the others to take a longer distance for the next search trip.
The governor, who had been thinking secretly, walked forward steadily, not paying attention to a slender figure in the alleys on both sides of the road, who was hiding in the shadow of the corner of the building.
Michonne quietly watched the sunny street, her dark eyes were obscure.Among the strange pedestrians, some familiar figures would appear from time to time. Of course, the place they knew was not a normal place, but in the darkest dungeon in this town.
Michonne's gaze closely followed the people who had watched her being tortured, watching them come into view one by one, and then disappear one by one, but did not find the man she hated the most.
But she accidentally saw the leader who was called the "governor". She would never forget that it was him that night, playing with her samurai sword and giving orders lightly.
"A woman of no value has no need to exist."
"Drag out and feed the zombies."
His deep voice was as cold as a poisonous snake.
Michonne clenched her fists tightly. If she hadn't been rescued by that strange man, she would be a pile of rotten flesh in the belly of a zombie.
She suppressed her boiling emotions and slowly retreated into the depths of the alleyway.
Now that he's out of the place, now's the perfect time for her to sneak in and get back what's hers.
The governor's residence is not big, just like other houses on this street, except that the wooden furniture is thicker, the variety of wine is more varied, and the decorations are more delicate, it does not look like a dictator's residence at all .
Michonne saw the long knives in the showcase at a glance. She strode forward and pushed open the window, reaching out to take out her weapon.She will let it drink the blood of its enemies, and pay homage to the injustice it has suffered for so many days.
"Moore, stop!" In the prison, an annoyed cry sounded from the outer grass field.
I saw the sweaty fat man chasing Moore, who had just recovered from his injury, and ran all the way to the prison area.
The wound had already been scarred, but it hadn't completely fallen off. Moore didn't dare to move too much, and he ran with incomparable joy, twisting his waist and swinging his hips.Even so, the stamina of the big man who had not improved much after training for a long time was still terrible, and he couldn't catch up with Moore's pace after running for a long time.
"You guy, it hasn't been long, and you're starting to make noise again." Tasia put her hands on her hips and blocked the door, blocking his way.
Moore stopped and rolled his eyes: "You're just kidding, why take it seriously." A piece of paper was flying in the wind in his hand.
After the previous good beating, Moore was captured by Heber this time, and after being locked up for a period of time, he really restrained himself a lot.The only thing that remains the same is that he still doesn't like the big black guy, and will play tricks on him whenever he catches the opportunity.
But it really didn't hit anyone again.
Tasia squinted at him: "You stole something from someone else? Hurry up and hand it over."
Moore pursed his lips, picked up the piece of paper solemnly, and began to read: "Dear baby, today mom specially made a box of your favorite donuts..."
As soon as he started, he was snatched back by the big man who ran over from behind.Seeing his dissatisfied expression, Moore shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Donuts are not very good. I eat them often." But his eyes stared at him for a moment, carefully folded the letter, and put it back with peace of mind. In body pocket.
Tasia clasped Moore's shoulders knowingly, "Actually, if you want to eat, it's not impossible, just tell Patricia tonight, she will definitely satisfy your little request. "
"Don't be stupid, that thing can only be used as a snack, it's a waste of oil, and it can't fill your stomach. What do I want it for?" Moore slapped her hand away, and walked in with his neck stuck.He wouldn't admit that he was just a little envious, that a person as stupid as a fat man had a mother who loved him, and he was still a baby, vomit.
His damn mother has never made him any snacks with her own hands, and she is lucky if she doesn't beat someone after drinking, and she never called him so intimately...
Tasia grabbed Moore's clothes: "Hey, how about I make you a taste?"
"You?" Moore paused, raised his eyebrows and looked back at her, eyes full of distrust.She just fights zombies with everyone all day long. If she is good at fighting, cooking?If she can make something good, it's better not to be ashamed.
Moore sighed, it's a good thing to please the elder brother, he understands it, but the other... Let's avoid it, he doesn't want to let the earth survive from the hands of zombies and Hebe, but finally die by his sister-in-law The poisonous hands.
He put his arms around Tasia's shoulders and walked in. It was a rare time to consider his tone, and gently persuaded: "Patricia is so busy every day, let's not bother her, don't you have to help Darryl cut it at night?" Arrow, do more business and don't waste time on those inexplicable things."
The corner of Tasia's mouth twitched, and she followed him back to Area C wordlessly.Others don't know, she still doesn't know what Moore is thinking in his heart?Obviously wanting to die, but pretending to be indifferent, it's a lie.
Besides, donuts, what's the big deal.At any rate, she has also learned the Northeast pasta recipe for a while, even if it is different from the food of foreigners, it can be eaten and delicious, but it is fine!Taste or something, at this time, it’s better not to worry about so much, the point is the heart, the heart-let her food successfully capture the heart of Moore, an awkward old man!
After going back to the house and changing his clothes, Darryl took a pile of dirty clothes into the basin and sent them to the laundry area.He didn't see Tasia on the table during dinner, he frowned, turned around and asked Moore beside him, "Did you see Tasia?"
"No." Moore shook his head indifferently, and took a boiled potato in his hand.
Darryl was still worried after thinking about it, he pulled out the chair and was about to get up, when Patricia pushed him back to his original position, the middle-aged woman's eyes flashed with gossip, she avoided Moore, and made fun of Darryl She squeezed her eyes tightly and said, "Sit down, Tasia is preparing gifts for you brothers, and she won't be happy if you tell me in advance."
Darryl was startled, sat upright slowly, and picked up the knife and fork again.Puzzled, he glanced at Moore suspiciously. The elder brother who was working hard didn't look like he knew anything.
Not long after, Tasia came out with a large plate of strangely shaped things, "Dangdangdang—the world-beating love donuts are finally baked!"
She didn't put the plate on the table either, and put it directly behind Daryl and Moore, each of them put three on the plate, and waved her hand boldly: "Open up and eat, I made a lot today, everyone has a share !"
Pei Ji jumped up from the chair happily, and stood up straight: "I want it too, I want it too! What is it?"
Tasia was very satisfied with her son's support, and put one on his small plate: "Try mom's handicraft, and I will make it for you later if you like it." People distribute.
"What the hell is this?!" Moore gritted his teeth and stared at the unknown object on the plate. It wasn't a circle or a circle, and he told her not to do it!She is so messy, has she ever asked the donut how it feels, it will cry too!
Tasia moved to Moore's hand and pointed at the dinner plate, "Of course the heart snacks are a little different, can't you see it? This is the face, these are the ears, and there are big noses and mouths..."
Moore interrupted her with a headache, "Just tell me what this thing is."
"Pig head," looking at his darkened face, Tasia quickly added, "Love pig head, if you don't like it, I also made a flying pig, and I'll find it for you."
Before she could leave, Darryl wrapped his arms around her waist, and unquestionably pulled her to sit beside him: "You don't have to look for him, Moore just likes pig heads."
"Really?" Tasia was dubious.
"Really." Darryl bit off half of the pig's head without changing his expression.
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