Northward bound.
Macon City, as described by the Cannibal Tribe, is located in the central region of Georgia.
Geographically, it's only about a hundred kilometers from the Prison.
Shawn had passed by there more than once, but previously he was always in a hurry, so he never paid them any mind.
The armored vehicle drove on the road, and in just half a day, Shawn led the army to the vicinity of Macon City.
"It's getting dark. Should we scout the exact location of the Camp under the cover of night, and then make our move at dawn?"
This was, after all, the army's first battle with another Camp, so Shane's suggestion was a bit conservative.
"No need," Shawn shook his head.
"I probably know where their Camp is. We'll take them by surprise under the cover of night!"
At this time, the people of The Terminus had not yet painted guiding marks on the railway tracks.
But Shawn knew that as long as he followed the railway tracks to the end, he would surely find them.
The army's combat power was already strong, and now with the addition of the 'raider set,' they had even less to fear.
The armored vehicle did not stop, continuing to advance in the direction Shawn indicated.
This was the distant suburbs of Macon City; separated by a mountain, the armored vehicle suddenly stopped!
The moment the back door of the armored vehicle opened, the heavily armored soldiers all filed out.
Shawn watched as they lined up, even their weapons pointing in the same direction.
'Honestly, under Shane's leadership, they really do have the feel of a regular army.'
This was Shawn's first time acting with them, but his first impression of them was not bad.
"Cross the hillside, and the train station within the fence is their stronghold."
"I have only one request for you."
"Under the cover of night and while they are resting, eliminate the targets as silently as possible."
"If a gunshot is heard, it means our full-scale war with them has begun. Holding back is like pointing a gun at your own head and pulling the trigger."
"Understood?"
"Understood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone roared in unison.
Shawn turned and took two steps, swinging his great hammer into the tall grass beside him without looking back.
Pfft—
A muffled sound came, and a head instantly burst open, splattering blood everywhere.
Immediately after, a Walker's corpse suddenly fell out of the grass, hitting the ground.
Smelling the scent of blood at his nose, Shawn seemed to have found his old feeling again.
"The hunt has begun!"
Moonlit night.
A medium-sized man with a beard on both cheeks stood on a container.
He had an automatic rifle slung over his left shoulder and was holding a ball of meat wrapped in a handkerchief, gnawing on it with relish.
The bearded man wiped his mouth, his gaze scanning the surroundings warily.
Only after confirming there was no abnormality did he continue to gnaw on the meat.
But as he gnawed, the bearded man suddenly felt something was amiss.
It seemed too quiet around him; even the low growls of the Walkers seemed to have disappeared.
He frowned suspiciously, first moving his eyes as if some terrifying behemoth was quietly watching him from behind.
Suddenly, he sharply turned his head to look behind him.
Behind him, there was nothing; everything seemed as normal as before.
The bearded man turned his head back, half-believing, but the seed of doubt had been planted, and he even found the meat in his hand unappetizing.
He pretended to gnaw on the meat, but in reality, he was already prepared.
After counting two seconds in his mind, he suddenly turned around again to look behind him.
Startled—!
The bearded man's hand went limp, and the meat ball dropped to the ground, rolling twice.
He looked at the dark mass in front of him, then tried to raise his head to look up.
A pair of eyes, seemingly gleaming silver, met his gaze through a thick metal mask.
Feeling the breath of the person in front of him, the bearded man felt as if a mad beast was panting before him.
He only had time to open his mouth, but before he could shout, he saw a giant hammer coming, quickly filling his vision.
Crunch—
There was only one crisp sound, and the world returned to silence.
And the same situation occurred almost simultaneously at 4 other locations not far away.
Even the guard on the distant rooftop, who was on lookout, was instantly taken down, then carefully dragged by his neck and laid on the ground by Shane.
Only when the guard's body completely touched the ground did Shane finally let out a sigh of relief.
He wasn't a hunter like Michonne or Daryl, and wasn't very skilled at such assassination missions, but thankfully everything went smoothly without any hitches.
Only after seeing that the perimeter guards had been dealt with did Shawn jump down from the container.
Shawn swaggered into The Terminus, carrying his hammer.
The Terminus was composed of many spacious and huge factory buildings, most of which could be seen through at a glance, with hardly any places to hide.
Shawn gently swung his great hammer, pondering.
"If The Terminus is entirely made up of Cannibal Tribe, then they are naturally hostile to everyone else."
"So no one can be left alive; they must all be eliminated in this operation."
Coming back to his senses, Shawn arrived outside the factory building.
Not far away, outside another factory building, Shane also stood still, and the two looked at each other simultaneously.
Shawn held up two fingers, then pointed at the factory building, making a throat-slitting gesture.
Shane nodded, and led a team inside.
Shawn also had a team following him; Shawn looked to his side, Glenn was right behind Shawn.
Meeting Shawn's gaze, Glenn instantly understood and climbed to the second-story platform via the staircase hugging the wall.
After seeing Glenn go up, Shawn entered through the main door, leading a team like flickering night specters, harvesting lives one by one.
As he reached the end of the factory building, Shawn suddenly seemed to hear some viscous, squirming sounds.
He peeked behind a hollow partition and met a pair of eyes.
The lower half of the young white man's face was stained with blood, and beneath him lay a middle-aged man, who appeared to be one of The Terminus's people from his appearance.
It seemed that after the young white man had tasted human flesh, he couldn't stop, and unable to endure his hunger in the deep night, he had disemboweled and eaten one of his own.
Shawn reacted swiftly, even swinging his hammer the moment the young white man reacted!
An urgent hammer blow struck his face, causing his entire cheek to deeply cave in, and the young white man slowly fell down, still holding the meat.
But at the same time, a loud warning shout came from the adjacent factory building!
"We've been exposed!"
"Don't hold back!"
Everyone reacted quickly.
Shawn held the great hammer behind his back, and an automatic shotgun appeared in his hands, its 16-round magazine filled with finger-thick red buckshot.
Shawn kicked open the back door, and without even looking, fired at a person lunging at him from close range.
Triggering the 'Crippling Module,' the person's right arm directly separated from him, and the entire person fell in mid-air, lying on the ground wailing incessantly.
Shawn decisively stepped forward and fired again, and the wailing instantly disappeared.
What followed was only the sound of heavy armor rubbing, and Shawn refilling his magazine.
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