The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Randall lowered his head and looked down, not even daring to look at Moore; his mental defenses had long since collapsed.

She cried like a helpless child.

Seeing that More was about to continue using such methods, Caesar stopped him.

"Moll, wait a minute."

"Boss?" Moore turned around and paused for a moment.

As Caesar approached Randall, the dampness of the cell, the thick stench of blood, and the rusty smell of torture instruments mingled together to create a scent known as despair.

Caesar's cold voice echoed in the cell, "Randall, I need some interesting information. Tell me everything you know, whether you've seen or heard it."

Randall's gang was a group of wanderers, and if Caesar remembered correctly, Dave and Toby were even from Philadelphia.

Unfortunately, the two of them had no way of knowing the current situation in Philadelphia, otherwise they would never have left Philadelphia.

Moreover, Caesar didn't trust Toby and his old hands.

However, Caesar believed that he could pry some good news out of Randall.

At least he had heard a lot of news from other people.

Randall opened his mouth with difficulty, and saliva mixed with blood and foam dripped down the corner of his mouth. He shakily raised his head.

"I don't know much, and I'm not sure if it's true or reliable."

Caesar did not answer, waiting for Randall to continue.

"Toby and Dave are from Philadelphia. They always brag that the North is completely finished."

Caesar curled his lip. Life in the north was much better than in the south. At least now that the three cities had been established, they could accommodate millions of people.

Caesar did believe that Toby and Dave were from Philadelphia. Before the CRM was established, Philadelphia had been bombed by the National Guard and was once invaded and occupied by the walkers.

But the National Guard was powerful enough to easily retake Philadelphia and establish CRM on the ruins of Philadelphia.

As for the other two cities, Omaha and Portland, Caesar is more inclined to believe that they did not fall, but were just lucky.

Unlike cities like Atlanta, Los Angeles, and Philadelphia, which were bombed and lost their manpower, leaving them vulnerable to being devoured by hordes of zombies.

"There was an old soldier in the team who escaped from Benningburg. He said that the area fell very quickly, but some soldiers managed to escape."

"He also said there's another base nearby called Nunuan, which is also about to fall, and panicked soldiers are even trying to escape in helicopters and armored vehicles..."

Caesar narrowed his eyes, intrigued.

Helicopters, armored vehicles, soldiers, fleeing in a panic—what comes to mind?

Caesar thought of the group of soldiers who had been harmed by the governor.

They were ambushed and killed by the governor's men in a single encounter. Perhaps they were unsettled, or perhaps they believed the dog tag the governor had produced was sent by their comrade.

In short, they are a pretty good combat squad; they have no camp, no affiliation, and they have helicopters.

Air power is extremely rare in the apocalypse.

Caesar's mouth watered at the thought of the helicopter that crashed at the start of the game.

"Ahem..." Caesar interrupted Randall, "Where is that group of soldiers' base?"

"..." Randall's muddled brain stirred slightly. "Newnane is only 61 kilometers from Atlanta, very close..."

After hearing the location provided by Randall, Caesar turned around and looked at Morales and T-boy, who had come to the prison with him.

Morales calmly held out a notebook, which Caesar took and saw was the address Randall had just mentioned.

Caesar nodded in satisfaction and gave Morales an encouraging look.

T, standing next to him, also glanced at Morales, but his eyes held not encouragement, but resentment.

Morales kept his eyes straight ahead, still holding a pen and notebook, ready to record important information at any moment.

Then, Randall rattled off a whole bunch of useless information.

Caesar had returned to his office to attend to official business until Morales burst into the office.

"Morales?" Caesar frowned and looked up at Morales.

Seeing Caesar's expression, Morales, slightly out of breath, handed him a piece of paper.

Just like the scene in prison where Morales recorded Randall's intelligence, Caesar's brows relaxed, and even a hint of joy appeared between his brows.

"Sit down, sit down!" Caesar took the paper, pointed to the chair in front of the desk, and gestured for Morales to sit down.

Caesar focused his attention on the piece of paper he had just torn off, which had an address written on it. It was not far from Atlanta, but some distance from Black Pine Valley.

Just as Caesar was about to find a map to compare, Morales handed him an unfolded map. "Here it is, boss."

Caesar looked at Morales and smiled. "You've done a very good job."

Morales bowed slightly, appearing very humble.

T, who was following behind and running into the office panting, paused when he saw the harmonious scene between the ruler and his subject.

The situation was awkward for a second. T took a step back and carefully closed the door.

Caesar, oblivious to T-boy's movements, had already located the address. "What's here?"

Although the location was found on the map, there were no markers on it, no name of the town, no mine, or any other geographical name.

Morales replied, "According to Randall, there is a large construction site here."

"Some minerals have been discovered here, and the government plans to build a mining town here. A small portion of the buildings have already been constructed, and the building materials are plentiful and abundant."

"Then the gate to Buffalo Pass will be secured." Caesar's lips curled into a smile.

Finally, finally.

After spending so much time, Caesar was still worried that the gate to Buffalo Pass had not been blocked and feared that he would encounter a horde of zombies.

As far as Caesar knew, Atlanta would inevitably experience a massive zombie migration in a few months, with large numbers of zombies pouring out of Atlanta and migrating towards Black Pine Valley.

The impregnable walls built with these materials are impervious to the zombie hordes. As long as a certain period of quiet is maintained, the zombie hordes will naturally migrate to other places.

It's worth mentioning that in the original series, it was this zombie migration that destroyed Green Farm.

Now that the Hershel family has joined Blackpine Valley and the farm was destroyed beforehand, there's no need to worry about the destroyed farm being destroyed again.

With the heavy weight lifted from his heart, Caesar couldn't stop smiling and burst into genuine laughter.

"It came so easily! I never expected to get this much!"