Andrea returned to the town of Woodbury and summoned up the courage to persuade the Governor to get ready to go.

"I want everyone to develop peacefully, we need fresh fruits and vegetables, and they just have them, so I hope you think about it." Andrea's pleading gaze and tone intrigued the Governor.

"Yes, we need the soil to grow, we need fresh fruits and vegetables, and as long as Rick and his gang are wiped out, the land will be ours. Have you ever thought about it? The Governor of Rotten Tomatoes' evil smile made Andrea's face turn pale, which was not the case with the Governor she knew.

"You, you—" Andrea, who was pale, pointed to the man who had once loved her.

The Governor slowly walked up to Andrea, lowered his body and whispered in Andrea's ear, "It's good that you're back, otherwise I wouldn't have found you." After speaking, he took two steps back, and his eyes motioned for the person next to him to tie Andrea up.

Andrea, who was tied up, struggled hard, but couldn't escape the pressure of several big men, and was tied up strongly.

The Doge carried Andrea in tow and locked her in his chamber.

"Didn't you always want to know what I did with those people who were half of me, now let me show you." Looking at Andrea, who was tied to her seat, the Governor said something strange.

"Enjoy, I hope you're still alive before I come back." Turning the door open, Andrea saw that the man who had helped her escape from Woodbury was locked aside, and the Governor smiled back at Andrea and stabbed the man in the abdomen.

"Uhh The Governor cut the rope that bound the man, made him slowly transform into a walking corpse, closed the iron gate, walked to the prepared vehicle, and got into the car.

"Shall we go now?" The younger brother in front looked at the governor who was in a happy mood and asked cautiously.

"Of course, now go get our territory back, and open the gates so that these guys realize how ridiculous they were trying to expel me." With a charming smile, the Governor said the most ruthless words.

The gates opened, and several cars drove out of Woodbury and headed for the prison.

The townspeople watched the car leave, their eyes were complicated, and when the last car left the town and saw the gate open, they didn't realize the danger and just covered the door and didn't block it with anything. The door opens with a single push.

At this time, on the prison side, Gomi and the others, who had all been loaded, were waiting for the arrival of the governor.

"I'm going to go to the treehouse, and somebody has to beat them up behind them." Gomi looked at the forest not far away, and a strange thought flashed through his mind. After saying that, without waiting for Rick and the others to agree, he ran to the treehouse alone.

"This guy..."Rick looked at Gomi who had already run away and was helpless, after all, this kid always had his own ideas, and he couldn't control it.

Climb up to the treehouse, open the observation hole, and aim the gun at the road from which it came.

After a while, the dust was lifting, and the governor's motorvoy drove up to the prison gate, and the governor stepped out of the car in his vest, and wanted to say a few words in high spirits. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a blur of flesh and blood.

In the tree house, looking at the car parked at the gate of the prison, Gomi was still thinking about how to solve the governor, and saw him naturally get out of the car, such a good opportunity, how could Gomi let go, and pointed the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the back of the governor's head, "Say goodbye to the world." Gomi pursed his lips and pulled the trigger decisively.

The Governor's sudden death caused all the people he brought with him to hide behind the vehicle, blocking the view with the door to prevent being shot and killed.

Rick took the binoculars and just saw the Governor get out of the car, when he saw the Governor suddenly get shot in the head, "This kid, really." "Frightened by Gomi's decisiveness, let everyone be ready, ready to support Gomi at any time.

Watching the Governor's men pouting in the back of the car not far away, Gomi took a gun and hit the guys with automatic weapons.

The gunshots from behind scared them half to death, and the Supreme Leader was already dealt with, no one spoke, and their hearts were already flustered, but now they saw that the group leader also received bullets one after another, and the rest of the others shouted for a while.

"We surrender, we surrender!" The rest of the people, who raised their guns above their heads and slowly stood up, hurriedly shouted.

Gomi saw the guns in their hands, picked up his bow and arrows, wrote a note, and shot at the hiding place of Rick and the others. Seeing the arrows, Moore put on his helmet, took a sneak peek at the situation outside, and took the arrows back.

"The enemy surrenders, drive over and see." The note was written with a short text, and seeing Gomi's hint, Rick nodded cautiously to himself and Glenn.

"Let's go check it out and get in Gomi's Humvee."

In order to prevent not being able to fight, everyone thought about it, and moved everything into the truck compartment, parked behind the corn stalk, and walked directly through the protective net, while everyone else in the prison stayed in the compartment.

Carl saw Rick walking towards the vehicle and thought he was going to let himself run, wiped his eyes, and waited for Rick to speak.

"How about it, shall we go now?" Herschel sat outside with a gun, just in case, and asked Rick, who walked up to him.

"No, it seems to have been solved by Gomi the Kid, let's drive to have a look." Glenn started the car and turned the Humvee around, and Rick sat in the passenger seat and said in passing.

"Solved?" Several people hiding in the carriage looked incredulous. "Wait a minute, Otis, let go of that damn clutch and don't step on it." The buzzing of the van annoyed Herschel and yelled at the cab.

Glenn drove to the gate and saw the men with their hands raised. "Throw the guns in your hands, damn it." There was angry swearing from inside the Humvee, and the Governor's men heard the sound inside the Humvee, and one by one they threw their guns to the ground, most of them shotguns, and only a few of them threw automatic rifles.

At this point, Rick stepped out of the car with the M4A1 and pointed his gun at the men, "Get over there." He pointed his gun at the river and drove the men over.

Glenn got out of the car from the main driver with a gun, and there were five bodies lying on the ground, in addition to the governor who had been shot in the head, and a few poor fellows whose bodies had been pierced.

"Gomi, are you alright? Gomi! Glenn shouted into the woods, and when he heard Glenn's shout, the grass trembled, and in a moment a figure covered in bushes appeared. After carefully identifying Gomi, Rick put down his gun.

"You kid, you're amazing, you have solved the crisis with a total of five bullets." Rick patted Gomi on the shoulder and applauded. Hearing Rick's words, Gomi puffed up his chest, "Hehe, that's natural, use me in the first battle, use me to win." Rick looked at the gun on the ground, turned around and waved his arm a few times towards the inside of the prison, and in a few moments Moore and the others were all here.

"That's it? So fast, before I could exert my strength, they fell? Moore looked at the three in disbelief, then at the gun on the ground.

"What about those people?" Carol ran over with her gun in her arms, looked at the group of people holding their heads by the creek, and asked Rick. "Do you want to?" Carol made a neck-cutting motion.

"Hiss" Everyone saw Carol's movements, and couldn't help but gasp, "It's so murderous." Gomi couldn't help but be speechless, Carol was not like this before, what made her what she is now, Gomi couldn't help but think.

"Where are we? We are prisons, lock them up and wait for disposal, whether to stay or kill them or send them away, and wait for a later discussion. Rick interrupted everyone's thoughts, asked them to drive their guns and cars back to the prison, took them away from the dormitory, locked the doors, and prepared to go back to discuss what to do with the men.

When the Governor's men saw this, they locked them up, and they didn't say anything about it, and they couldn't help but panic, after all, the fate of facing the invaders on Woodbury's side was not good, and the Governor was the kind of character who insisted on going his own way, and he was ready to face death.

On Gomi's side, the previous prison equipment room was already full, full of all kinds of firearms, the most of which was shotguns, and the bullets in the truck compartment and the rest of the equipment were piled into the equipment room, and the shelves were full.

Gomi and a few others were sweating as they moved their things and sat on the cold stainless steel bench to clear their gear.

"Now we have 220 shotguns of various kinds, 160 automatic rifles, 12000 rifle bullets, 8000 shotgun bullets. The pistol doesn't count, everyone knows it. Beth, who was in charge of the equipment room, read out the data on the small notebook one by one, and when she heard these data, Rick's waist, who had been tired all afternoon, no longer hurt, and his head was clear.

"We have to defend this place, and all this equipment can fight a small war in Africa." Rick, pacing back and forth, thought for a moment and said.

Hearing Rick's words, everyone couldn't help but nod their heads, thinking that Rick was right. But Gomi doesn't think it's good to have these guns, and Gomi stands up and says, "I don't agree with Rick. Hearing Gomi's words, everyone whispered, pressed their hands down, stabilized everyone's emotions, and then spoke: "First of all, guns need to be maintained frequently, we don't have so much gun oil, I don't think you want to jam or blow up when you shoot in the future." Then the guns are so loud that for the walking dead, the prison is like a cafeteria with its own alarm clock, even if we keep cleaning up the walking corpses, but no one wants the tragedy of the farm to happen again, and finally have to give up the farm, right? Bullets are consumables, and even if we have more than 20,000 rounds of bullets, we will eventually run out of bullets for the walking corpses all over the mountains. So the best two methods are spears, or daggers to deal with the walking corpses, or bows and arrows, this silent weapon is the best, the gun is only used when a large number of walking corpses are besieging, my words are finished, who is for and who is against? Gomi folded his arms on the table and looked at the contemplative group.

After thinking for a long time, Carol spoke: "I think Gomi is right, guns are the biggest threat to people, and for the walking corpses, the sound of gunfire is equivalent to saying to them that it's time to eat, come here, then we need to find an outdoor survival shop to see if there are bows and arrows or anything like that, it's better not to use guns until life is at stake." These words also attracted a few people who were contemplative.

"I agree."

"I agree." Seeing that most of the people raised their hands, Herschel, who had been pondering, couldn't help but feel a little depressed, because he had lost a leg, he had to peuvelle a cane, and it was barely enough for him to use a gun with one hand, let alone a two-handed bow and arrow or hand-to-hand combat. I can't keep up with everyone's pace, and because I'm old, I can't help but lose confidence.

"Okay, that's it for the guns, now let's talk about what to do with those people, whether to stay or drive them away?" The problem of weapons is in the hands of Gomi, and the problem of personnel is in the hands of Rick, after all, fighting with people is Rick's specialty, who made him a former policeman.

"I think we're going to keep those guys who have a skill, like Oscar, who has a great maintenance skill, and if we have carpenters, bricklayers, and things like that, we can turn the prison into a bunker, and no one will invade us." Glenn spoke his mind.

"It makes sense, we need such technical talents." After listening to Glenn's words, everyone couldn't help but nod.

"Then we'll go and ask those guys tomorrow if there is such a technology, and now the meeting will be dismissed and go back to sleep." Looking at the moon outside and everyone's tired looks, Rick disbanded the meeting.

Gomi dragged his tired body back to his former cell, lay on the bed, and the nerves that had been tense since the morning slowly relaxed, and after a while he fell into a deep sleep.

On the other side, the surviving gang of governors were all on their hands, and the slightest noise scared them out.

Rick walked out of the prison to the pit where Otis had burned his corpses, and looked at the flickering fire in the pit, looked at the dilapidated corpses of the governor burned inside, and muttered to himself, "You haven't thought about it, the invaders can't become a qualified leader, and one day they will be betrayed by their men." He stood at the edge of the pit and pondered for a moment, shook his head, took the spear that had been used to clean the walking corpses, and turned the body of the governor to the bottom.

"It's strange why the walking corpse has come back again." Looking up, Rick noticed another walking corpse in the woods and on the avenue, clenched his spear tightly, and waited until the walking corpse approached the barbed wire, and silently cleaned up the walking corpse.

At this time, in prison, Carl stood on the watchtower and looked at Rick in front of the barbed wire, took the gun, and silently guarded his father, not wanting to experience the mistake of losing his mother again.

"Carol, what's wrong with you lately, why did you suddenly become so, so..."Daryl stood in front of Carol and Sophia's cell, looking at Carol who was tucking Sophia's quilt and asked.

"It's so murderous, isn't it?" Carol completed Daryl's words and said lightly. Hearing Carol's words, Daryl nodded.

"Daryl." Carol stood up in front of Daril, looked into his eyes and said slowly: "I always thought that forbearance can avoid all problems, but now I understand that forbearance is never the way to solve problems, and it is the right way to solve people who are prone to problems. ”

Daryl looked at Carol in a daze, slowed down, and slowly spoke: "If one day, I am bitten by a walking corpse, I hope it can be solved by you." After saying this, Daryl turned around and went back to his cell, Carol turned to look at the sleeping Sophia, with a complicated expression, and slowly spoke: "Of course." ”