The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Going out on missions every day is very stressful, and tobacco and alcohol are good ways to regulate stress; both nicotine and alcohol can relieve mental stress.

Moore curled his lip; he couldn't convince the other captains.

Thinking of this, Moore waved his hand and said irritably, "You weren't planning on giving me the thing anyway."

Seeing Mor's expression, Caesar smiled and held up two fingers: "How about I leave you this amount?"

Moore turned his head and couldn't help but smile. "Two boxes?"

Caesar's expression stiffened slightly. "Two cases? Two bottles of wine and two cartons of cigarettes!"

Although the quantity is small and needs to be shared with subordinates, why not take it while it's free?

Moore's expression instantly turned obsequious, and he chuckled, "Then thank you very much, boss."

"Look at you, you have the face of a dog!"

Mor's facial expressions, which resembled the face-changing act in Sichuan opera, truly amused Caesar.

"By the way, it's been a long time since I've been to Atlanta. Take care of yourself," Caesar said, as if he had just remembered something.

When Moore came to Atlanta with Andrea and the others, he disregarded the safety of others and stood on top of the department store to fire his gun.

He attracted the attention of many walkers, and at the time he felt that he was skilled and daring and would not be in any danger, completely ignoring the situation of his companions, Glenn and others.

Upon hearing Caesar's words, More understood what Caesar meant, and his expression turned serious: "I guarantee I will not disobey the boss's orders."

Seeing his joking manner, Caesar knew that Mor had changed a lot. He patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more: "It's good that you know."

Seeing Caesar about to leave, Moore suddenly asked, "Boss, how should we deal with the survivor forces from Atlanta?"

Caesar paused, turning to look at More: "What do you think?"

Moore grinned and said without restraint, "Of course, we'll scatter them all and bring them into Yellowstone."

Upon hearing Mor's words, Caesar moved closer to Mor, their eyes meeting: "That's impossible, Mor."

"We are not plunderers or butchers. I cannot arbitrarily slaughter other people's forces and expect them to be grateful and join us."

"And, Mohr."

Caesar paused for a moment before continuing, "After doing this, there will definitely be many people in Yellowstone who will disagree with your approach."

"Perhaps the other team leaders also disagree with your approach."

"What do you think I should do then?"

Caesar's eyes were deep black, and Mor looked into those dark pupils, his eyelids twitching.

He knew that Caesar had not threatened him, nor had he uttered a single coercive word.

I simply told myself the consequences.

Mohr understood that even if Caesar didn't object to his actions, his foolish brother would oppose him immediately upon returning to the valley.

At that point, the situation will become very difficult to resolve.

Moore's eyes flickered, clearly considering the consequences.

Caesar nodded. "You understand, that's good. As long as we don't initiate aggression, we will absolutely not back down if the other side makes the first move. Do you understand?"

"We must uphold righteousness."

Caesar knew that human conscience always existed, and that if he forcefully eliminated other forces, he could continuously recruit their members into the valley.

In that case, Yellowstone will inevitably transform into an entity like the Salvation Army, ruling its subordinates through violence and fear.

Furthermore, his subordinates will gradually begin to torture and kill others, using the enemy's fear of him to fill the emptiness in their hearts, and gradually degenerate into mindless monsters.

That's how the Salvation Army is. Even though Negan has such strong control over his subordinates, they are generally perverted. They forbid rape but not torture and murder, and they like to take pictures to document it.

Cruel killing contests between them are also common, and they have transcended the boundaries of humanity.

Therefore, to wage war or resort to violence, one must have a justifiable reason.

Only the people of Huangshi know that what they are doing is meaningful and has faith.

After saying his piece, Moore nodded and left first.

His target today was a department store on the street, but unlike the previous department stores, this one was closer to the city center.

The goal was to obtain clothing and food for the winter.

Food is an eternal theme in the end times.

Andrea and Carol followed Caesar's personal troops and entered Atlanta from another direction.

As Caesar walked, he said to the two men, "Our mission today is to deal with the walkers."

"Walking corpses?" Andrea didn't understand Caesar's meaning and scratched her head.

Carol's eyes flickered for a moment, and she said softly, "Dr. Jenner's request?"

Caesar glanced at Carol in surprise, then nodded. "That's right. Dr. Jenner has already used up a lot of the experimental samples he got from the CDC. We need to prepare some more for him."

"I understand." Carol nodded.

The orders for the other squads were all about winter supplies and food, but Caesar's squad had a different order.

Caesar glanced at Andrea: "But Dr. Jenner's requirements are more stringent; he needs a zombie that is currently undergoing transformation."

"It's changing?" Andrea's mind raced, and she held up a finger. "Hey, why don't we just find a living person and let the walkers bite him?"

You're such a clever little devil.

Caesar smiled slightly and said calmly, "You guessed right."

"So our goal is to hunt...living people."

"A living person?" Andrea's lips pressed into a straight line, and her face paled slightly.

Carol's expression remained unchanged, not even her eyes, as if she wasn't surprised at all.

Andrea paused for a moment before realizing that none of the combatants around her were speaking; they were just walking forward in silence, seemingly having no objection to Caesar's actions.

She glanced at Caesar ahead, took a few steps towards Carol, and whispered, "Are we going to kill someone now? Like this…"

Andrea considered her words carefully, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Carol's lips were thin, and when she smiled, the corners of her eyes curved downwards, giving her a gentle look. "You don't really think we're going to just find someone to kill, do you?"

Andrea looked at Carol with an expression that seemed to say, "Aren't we?"

Carol's face twitched, and she said helplessly, "Have you ever seen Caesar lay a hand on innocent people?"

"What do you mean, no?" Andrea immediately retorted, her voice inevitably a little louder. She glanced guiltily at Caesar, only to find that he hadn't turned around.

Looking at Carol, she mentally processed all of Caesar's actions.

As she thought about it, Andrea realized that Caesar had never actually killed an innocent person.

Just by looking at Andrea's expression, Carol could guess what she was thinking, and said softly, "Caesar is leading us to arrest people, but he won't arrest any innocent people."

"There's no need to feel guilty."

After all, Andrea had never killed anyone before. Thinking that if she were to take action later, the other party would be a heinous criminal, her resistance to killing instantly dropped to zero.

Andrea is very adaptable and her marksmanship is improving rapidly.

Caesar's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.