Thomas broke free from the stimulating pain.
As soon as he heard what Shawn said, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and the pain from his wound intensified a few points.
"Leave the Prison?"
"You wanted us to leave the Prison?!"
Thomas's expression became a bit ferocious. He gritted his teeth, his masseter muscles bulging, and stared up at Shawn's eyes, glaring intently.
'Clever rhetoric.'
Shawn praised him in his heart.
In just two sentences, Thomas had pulled the other prisoners into the same predicament.
Inciting everyone's panic, using the panic…
No wonder Thomas could rely on 'acting tough' to become the leader in the original five-person cafeteria group.
Sure enough, after Thomas finished speaking, Oscar and the Big guy behind him couldn't help but glance at Shawn and the other person.
Perhaps it was the association with Shawn's actions just now, or perhaps it was everything they saw after leaving the cafeteria.
In short, their gazes towards Shawn were a bit strange.
The Big guy, unable to hide his thoughts, subtly moved back two steps, thinking he was being inconspicuous.
But in reality, he was half a head taller than Shawn, and such a move was too obvious.
Thomas, with blood trickling from his nose, turned to look at the two behind him, a glint appearing in his eyes.
He looked at Shawn again, emphasizing a few words.
"Or should I say… did the US Government ever think about letting us leave?"
Especially the phrase 'US Government,' which he said with particular weight.
Upon hearing his words, even Shawn couldn't help but let out a sneer.
Thomas's imagination was truly rich; he even came up with conspiracy theories.
However, Thomas was destined to be disappointed.
The US Government he remembered, was now barely able to protect itself, so how could it have the time to care about prisoners like them?
No matter what he said, Shawn just slowly squatted down.
Under Thomas's somewhat wavering gaze, he firmly grasped his left hand, which he was trying desperately to hide.
A short police pistol lay there.
The moment Shawn looked, Thomas hardened his heart, and a fierce expression suddenly appeared on his face!
He squeezed the trigger, his weak expression gone, and pulled it a few times in succession at Shawn.
However, no gunshot was heard, only a few crisp, empty clicks of the hammer.
"What are you looking for, grandson?"
"Do you want me to help you find it?"
Shawn grinned at Thomas, his hand hovering in front of Thomas's eyes, slowly opening.
The remaining three bullets dropped one by one from his palm.
"See? Just a little magic trick, the kind the FBI all know. Haven't you seen movies?"
Seeing Thomas's face instantly turn pale, Shawn lightly patted his hand and took the gun from him.
Then, in front of him, he pushed a bullet in.
He gently spun the cylinder, and then his right hand flicked at the right moment, and the cylinder was pushed in.
"Don't say the officers don't take care of you."
"Six chambers with only one bullet. You've played Russian roulette, right?"
"This time, we're not betting on anything else, just your life."
Thomas's face turned even paler upon hearing this, paler than the head of the fat man lying on the ground not far away.
"No, no…"
But his will was never important to Shawn.
Shawn raised the gun to his forehead, ignored the pleading look on his face, and lightly pulled the trigger.
Click, click--
In that instant, it was as if time slowed down.
The hammer struck the base of the bullet, making a low sound.
The fired bullet suddenly burst forth, launching at an initial velocity of 183m/s!
Accompanied by the rotation of the cylinder and the fleeting flame that ignited in that instant.
The bullet instantly accelerated to a speed of 300m/s, directly piercing Thomas's throat!
The muzzle of the short police pistol was still emitting a little heat, and a coin-sized black hole appeared in Thomas's throat.
Blood continuously flowed from the cavity, and Thomas clutched his throat, struggling for a few seconds before he died.
Shawn stood up and looked at the short police pistol.
In the cylinder, apart from the one that was fired, all the other chambers were full at this moment.
'The wonderful uses of the System Backpack are still being developed!'
Shawn chuckled inwardly, then looked at the Big guy and Oscar, who dared not move, in front of him.
"Don't you want to know what happened?"
Shawn picked up the Stone Hammer and twirled it in his hand.
And seeing Shawn pick up the Hammer, Shawn subtly took two steps back.
It was precisely when Oscar and the other person were in a daze.
They actually saw that Thomas, who should have died just now, had now stood up again.
His throat was still gushing blood, and when he stood up again, his eyes were bloodshot, and under his extremely thin skin, bulging veins were visible.
Basically, without Shawn needing to teach them, Oscar and the Big guy both took two steps back.
Anyone with eyes could see that Thomas's condition was not right at this moment.
Oscar and the Big guy had only missed the early stages of the apocalypse, but they were not beyond saving.
It was precisely when they were startled that Shawn's voice rang out at the opportune moment.
"Walkers, at least that's what we call them."
"All humans on Earth are infected with a virus; after death, they become this undead, lifeless form."
"But don't be mistaken, he's not human anymore, nor is he Thomas, just a bloodthirsty, flesh-eating madman."
"Retaining a primal desire for flesh and blood, their targets can be any living being, including humans."
Shawn pointed at Thomas, who was undergoing zombification, with the Hammer, explaining to the two behind him.
Oscar was a mechanic, and the Big guy's physical talent was clearly good.
Cleaning out the problematic people and only leaving them.
Provided their loyalty was confirmed, this would only benefit the Camp, not harm it.
So Shawn was now using Thomas's zombification to give the two a simple 'Apocalypse Class.'
"The bodies we saw before… were they all like this?"
Looking at Thomas, who was almost completely zombified in an instant, Oscar retreated to the Big guy's side and asked uncertainly.
Shawn nodded.
"Evidently."
"And not just in the Prison; now the entire US is like this. The so-called US Government no longer exists."
"Even the army has been shattered, and now they are struggling to survive somewhere."
"The current US is the territory of Walkers, and humans have become the anomaly."
Hiss-ha--
Low growls emanated from Thomas's pierced throat.
Perhaps because his throat had been shot, the sounds he made were somewhat strange compared to a standard Walker's growl.
Shawn walked to his side without changing his expression, directly placing one hand on his head, pressing his entire body against the wall, unable to move.
"When facing Walkers, if you can avoid getting close, don't. If you're scratched or bitten, you might turn into this."
As soon as Shawn said this, Oscar, with the Big guy, took a few more steps back.
When they looked up again, their eyes were suddenly filled with surprise and strangeness.
Because Shawn's actions at this moment seemed to contradict what he was teaching.
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