I Come To Change the World of Walking Dead Chapter 197

City of Atlanta.

After two days, Rick and his team were finally approaching the terminal station. On the way, I don't know if the fuel nearby was taken away or what happened. They didn't even encounter a car that could drive. Rick was a little doubtful whether he had a bad physique, or why everything related to him didn't go well.

Thinking about these and not, they also approached the periphery of the terminal.

Standing on a high ground, looking at the place called the terminal station below. This should be the pre-apocalyptic train station. Atlanta has a very developed rail network. After arriving at the port, many materials will be sent to all parts of Atlanta via the rail network. place.

And here is one of them. The station occupies a large area and is divided into several yards, all of which are stacked with a large number of containers.

Looking ahead, the originally spacious yard was divided into several smaller yards by intricate boxes, and connecting these yards are some narrow passages, or even a certain house.

I watched around the side of the station for a long time, and finally hid in a bush under the cover of the woods. Several people got together to discuss.

Abraham didn't understand why Rick was so careful. In his opinion, he was wasting time.

"Can you just go in and ask? Why is it so troublesome?"

Shaking his head to deny his thoughts, two days of contact let Rick understand the brawny man a little bit. He is not stupid, but he is really lucky and has never met those really bad people, so he still patiently explained.

"You must go directly to ask, but you can't all go together. We don't know the number of each other and their attitude. What if they have bad intentions? You don't want Eugene to be in danger, don't you?"

The most straightforward way to settle this brawny man is to find a way to connect this matter with Eugene, and then you will find that it is very easy to convince the other party.

The most direct experience from contact with the other party is that Abraham really cares about Eugene very much, and this care even transcends his own life.

With years of police intuition, he can feel that this seemingly rude man definitely has a story, maybe it is the loss of a loved one, maybe it is something else, otherwise, who will put all his hopes on saving the world, and even take care of it. In his own life, such people have basically gone through some major changes before they want to escape from reality and use a reasonable excuse to hypnotize themselves.

Even if he has seen a lot of things, there is no need to say this kind of thing. At this moment, he should focus on solving the immediate problem.

Frowning thinking about how to contact the people in the station, he spoke for a while.

"For safety, we can't all go in. Let's go in, Morgan and Abraham and I will go in and get in touch with each other. You are waiting here. If we don't come out after half an hour, then there is a problem here. As long as they are not stupid, They will not take the initiative to become an enemy of a large force."

"What are you afraid of? They are all survivors. Why do you always think about things so darkly?"

Seeing Rick's reaction, Rosita couldn't help but said.

A pair of black and white eyes fell on the girl's face, and Morgan also spoke at this time. The expression on his face made the rest of the people realize something, and they all turned their attention to him.

"You think things are too simple. The world has changed. We have encountered bad people more than once or twice. Will this kind of base that absorb all survivors be spared? Then why are they still accepting? Outsider? Have you thought about these questions?"

Rosita was stunned by Morgan's question, and roughly understood the other party's thinking, but still said somewhat unconvinced.

"Maybe they have a censorship system, or are powerful in combat, and can deal with these troubles."

"That's why I planned to get in touch."

Rick suddenly said something, and Rosita had nothing to say anymore. He looked at Abraham next to him and found that the other party had no intention of speaking, so she shrugged helplessly.

"Whatever, you decide, we are waiting here."

A group of three people walked slowly through the woods to the main entrance. There was a reaction inside the gate. A guard armed with a gun showed his head from the fence at the top of the wall and looked at the three with a smile. Valley

"Are you here seeking asylum?"

Seeing that the other party didn't take out the weapon, Rick also inserted Colt into the gun bag, and he said kindly.

"Excuse me, we are survivors from other places. A few days ago we came out looking for supplies and ran into corpses. Now our car has broken down. We want to borrow some fuel from you, and we will pay you accordingly."

The guard showed an embarrassed expression when he heard the words, he nodded a little embarrassedly, and then raised the intercom in his hand to signal to wait for a while, and then stepped back a few steps, as if he was contacting someone.

Soon he walked back, smiling again on his face.

"Wait a moment, our leader will come over soon."

"Ok, trouble."

They waited for almost ten minutes before they saw a thin and tall man walking out of the house in the distance, followed by several people walking towards this side.

As the other party approached, Rick saw clearly what this person looked like. He kept a separate head. He looked pretty good. He was about 30 years old. Behind him was a few men and women who looked very ordinary, all of them. The face is kind.

I feel a little wary. If the other party is fully armed and ready to fight, I can understand it, as I said just now~www.mtlnovel.com~ They are a place to openly absorb survivors, and now they see strangers without any defense?

These guys have a problem!

At this point of thought, the other party also walked to the door, and the leading man opened the door directly and led the two people out.

Somehow, the smile on the man's face made Rick a little uncomfortable, a feeling of deja vu, and at this moment the man's words interrupted his thoughts.

"Do you need fuel?"

"Yes."

"First of all, welcome three of you to the terminal. This is a settlement that we built by ourselves. I am the manager of this place, Grey. I don't know what the three are called?"

"Rick, this is Morgan and Abraham."

The man smiled slightly, spread his hands, and made a welcome gesture.

"We are willing to make friends with anyone. Gas is okay. As for the remuneration, we don't need to be paid. Let's make friends this time."

After Gray finished speaking, he glanced at the other man behind him, who walked up with a big smile, and slowly stretched out his hands and explained.

"Give me the oil can, and I'll fill you up with some gasoline."

"This is my brother Alex, because we are not very familiar with it yet, so I won't invite a few people to go inside, let him help pick a pot of gasoline out, what do you think?"

Seeing Rick's head nodded insignificantly, Morgan handed the oil pot in his hand to the opponent.

Next, Grey began to chat about some painless topics. Time slowly passed. About ten minutes later, Rick looked at his watch. It was almost twenty-five minutes before they came over.

"Why haven't you come back?"

With a weird smile on Grey's face, he suddenly asked.

"Are you afraid of your companions waiting in a hurry?"

Chapter end