Chapter 217 Chaos
There was firing, gunfire, chaotic gunfire.
No one knows who fired the first shot, but now there are chaotic gunshots everywhere, so it doesn't matter who fired the first shot.
Carl has left the guard room. Although the guard room can block bullets, it cannot block tank shells. It is not safe there.
Although the Governor was indeed brought in by Sean, he is still under Sean's control.
But obviously, after the shooting started in the prison, the people brought by the governor and his men could not help but fight back. They could not just stand there and wait to die as targets just because the governor was in prison.
Not to mention whether everyone is loyal to the governor. Even if they are really loyal, what if they die for the governor?
How many people would do this?
However, with the brainwashing methods of the Governor, there might really be a few who would do so, but they would only help the Governor block bullets at critical moments, thus exchanging their own lives for the Governor's life.
But the current situation is that even if he died, the other party would not release the governor. So how could anyone just stand there and accept the baptism of gunfire?
Waiting silently to meet the merciful God?
Finding cover was inevitable, and counterattack was also inevitable. The two sides began to exchange fire, with bullets flying and dense gunfire.
Carl was not very prepared when things developed to this point, but this world is not a game and there is no main plot, so no one can be sure what will happen in the next second.
Carl silently leaned against the wall and did not participate in the battle. At this distance from the inner wall to the outside of the gate, the Glock bullets had begun to become weak and the accuracy would be greatly reduced.
Move the head slightly back and forth, bringing it gently closer to the wall again and again, and then moving away.
It was a very light sound, a collision sound, insignificant compared to the noisy gunfire now, but it was very obvious to Carl.
"Carl, you should go to the back." Sean walked out of the prison area just behind the gate with a rifle.
"Have you locked up the Governor?" Carl asked with his eyes closed.
"Don't worry, he will never escape." Sean nodded, then looked at Carl, hesitant to speak.
"When it's over, I'll explain everything, everything that happened to you during this period of time, but this is not difficult to be considered important now." Carl opened his eyes.
Sean looked at Carl and smiled, "Carl, I have some good news that I haven't told you yet, but I can give you a surprise after all this is over. Now, Carl, go to the back quickly. It's not safe here. There are a lot of stray bullets."
"Once they drive the tanks in, it won't be safe there." Carl curled his lips and smiled again. Although it was not completely over yet and he hadn't seen the person he wanted to see the most, Carl did relax a lot after entering the prison.
"They can't drive the tank. Moore and his men have moved over. I need to cover them. You go first."
Sean raised his rifle and started shooting at the wall on one side of the gate.
Carl was just a few meters inside the wall, standing close to it. This position was very safe and there was no need to use tanks.
Carl watched as the bullets hit the iron frame of the door, sending out sparks and bouncing back to the ground.
Of course, many bullets also jumped directly through the gaps in the iron gate and hit the ground of the square inside, causing sparks.
However, no one knows where the remaining bullets went.
Sean's shooting posture was very standard and cautious. He only fired a few bullets with his exposed body, then retracted his exposed body and changed position.
Carl tilted his head and couldn't help asking, "Sean, how many have you killed?"
Sean pulled back and leaned against the wall to catch his breath before answering, "I don't know."
"Don't know?" Carl raised his eyebrows slightly with a smile on his face.
"What else?" Sean rolled his eyes at Carl, then smiled and explained, "In this kind of long-range firefight, or this kind of head-on firefight, there is not much time to aim. It all depends on which side has stronger firepower and wins by covering an area."
"Okay." Carl shrugged, slid his body against the wall and squatted down, as if there was nothing for him to do and he just had to wait for the result.
The noisy gunshots were even a little harsh, and there was a pungent smell of gunpowder, which created a somewhat anxious atmosphere.
This is not a good place to be in a daze, but Carl, squatting here, has fallen into his own world, thinking about all kinds of messy things, and these things have no effect on him.
Not long after, Sean leaned against the wall again, holding the gun, and took two deep breaths, but his face was more joyful. He looked at Carl and instructed:
"Karl, I need to go out to pick up Moore and the others. If you don't go in, then you should just hide here and don't run around."
"Karl!"
"Ah? What's wrong?" Carl raised his head with some confusion.
"Did you hear what I just said?" Sean frowned slightly.
"Yeah, I heard it, I understand." Carl nodded, then lowered his head again.
Sean frowned slightly, but as time had passed, he didn't say anything else. He called T and a few others to open the door and quickly rushed out.
After Sean left, Carl still kept his head down and thought for a long time, then he stood up, leaned against the wall, and looked inside the prison.
Perhaps because he was homesick, Carl didn't know how to walk inside.
My room will still be my room. Will Judith, Lori and Sean still care about me? Has Beth really not forgotten me? What about others?Carl had a lot of messy concerns, but as he raised his head, blinked, and looked at the figure running towards him in the distance.
He was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his eyes. Yes, it was the person he had been thinking about day and night.
Carl laughed, a very happy laugh, but the sound of gunfire that did not stop suddenly woke Carl up, and he ran towards Beth and shouted, "Beth, don't come over here, it's very dangerous here."
Seeing Beth walking without stopping, Karl couldn't help but quicken his pace, feeling a little nervous.
Damn God, please don't play a joke on me. Don't let a stray bullet happen at this time like in a soap opera.
If life is compared to a TV series, could it be more outrageous than this?
Fortunately, it seemed that because of the actions of Sean More and others, the gunshots, although not completely stopped, were much less frequent, and the target was no longer the gate of the prison.
There were no surprises, and the pace did not slow down until the two of them hugged each other tightly.
Carl's body was somewhat stiff; such an active and enthusiastic hug was not like Beth's style.
Beth hugged her very tightly, and Carl's arms unconsciously wrapped around Beth's back, stroking and patting her gently.
Smelling Beth's scent, Carl had never wanted time to stop at this moment so much.
Until the wet touch on her left shoulder, where Beth buried her head.
Carl's cheek pressed tightly against Beth's body, and he opened his mouth and called out softly,
"Beth."
"Karl, I know, I know, you will come back, I know..."
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