The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 180 Party time!

The governor opened his eyes and said quietly, "I had a feeling they would continue, but I didn't expect it to be in this way."

Milton was completely confused. After a long pause, he hesitantly asked, "You mean Michonne's group?"

The governor nodded.

Milton scratched his head, even more puzzled.

"Why didn't they just storm in instead of resorting to assassination?"

This was clearly illogical. In his view, Michonne's group was powerful, well-equipped with guns and cannons, and even had sniper rifles.

They could have just stormed in and killed people in secret, causing panic in Woodbury. What would have been the point?

The governor's lips curled into a smile. "This proves one thing."

"What's the problem?"

"They are undermanned and not enough to face all of Woodbury. They are just a small tribe and don't have enough manpower."

The governor wore an air of pride, feeling he knew those people inside and out and could see through their every move.

The governor then explained with certainty.

"They were outnumbered, so they chose to raid that night with the aim of kidnapping Michonne and causing some damage and panic in Woodbury."

"The same logic applies to suddenly killing people now. It's meant to spread panic in Woodbury, causing more and more residents to flee. Once there are fewer people, they will launch a large-scale attack, annihilate us, and then seize our guns, ammunition, and medicine."

The governor's tone was very firm, and it perfectly explained all the actions of the other side.

Milton nodded his head slowly as he listened. "I understand."

"You're the one who understands things best."

The governor smiled, then his expression darkened.

"I can see through all their schemes, but if I can't find their camp, it's all useless."

"We can't find anyone, so we can only defend passively. Not to mention that Woodbury is now riddled with holes and we can't defend all areas at all. We're too short-handed."

The more he spoke, the darker the governor's face became.

Previously, Martinez lost a group of his men in Atlanta. Just when he had recovered, he was ambushed by Michonne's group, resulting in many casualties.

Right now, the number of armed men in the entire Woodbury is less than twenty.

The governor was not only worried about his own safety, but also worried that he would not be able to take revenge.

Every night when he falls asleep, he often dreams of Penny being shot dead in his arms by that group of people. Every time this happens, he wakes up in a fright, unable to sleep well and becoming irritable.

Such torment undoubtedly deepened his hatred.

"Just wait, they'll definitely kill more people."

"Aren't you going to remind your men?" Milton asked in surprise.

He thought that now that the governor knew about the other party's scheme, he would come up with a way to deal with it, instead of just giving up like this.

The governor sighed. "Would it have been of any use reminding us? If they were to charge in recklessly, we would be doomed."

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Milton paused for a moment, and his high intelligence finally came into play; he suddenly understood what the governor meant.

The other party wanted to weaken the governor's forces, and the governor deliberately allowed them to do so, otherwise, if they were pushed too far, they might come to his door to assassinate him.

It can be said that they traded the lives of their subordinates for their own safety.

Milton felt as if a water-soaked sponge had been stuffed into his chest, blocking him from going up or down.

He had thought the governor was still the same as before, only ruthless to outsiders, but he never expected that after being injured, the governor would be so heartless to his own people.

Milton made no attempt to hide his emotions, and the governor noticed his emotional shift immediately, but the governor had no time to comfort him.

Even though the governor told Milton this, after leaving Milton's laboratory...

He still summoned his remaining core subordinates.

The men stood before the governor, heads bowed timidly, as if studying the grain of the floor, not daring to look him in the eye.

The governor spoke coldly and indifferently, "Have you all heard about what happened last night?"

He was murdered in the middle of the night when someone broke into his room and killed him on the spot, along with his female companion.

After he died, his head was cut off and hung at the door.

The scene was chilling to behold, let alone the fact that they were the ones handling the bodies.

So they answered sporadically.

"I've heard about it."

"Good to hear." The governor nodded. "From now on, you'll be living together to prevent assassins from finding an opportunity to strike. Understand?"

"Understood."

Again, there were disjointed responses.

One of them looked up at the governor, as if to ask something, but the person next to him pulled him back and warned him with his eyes not to ask.

The governor didn't even look up, as if he had seen through their little tricks. "The assassin will be found out soon, so don't worry too much."

Then, waving his hand, the governor leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Perhaps due to the loss of his arm and the excessive strain on his body, the governor has been feeling very tired lately.

The key subordinates left the room as quietly as possible and closed the door.

Following the governor's instructions and because they were genuinely afraid, they decided to live together in the house of a key member of the family.

Of course, none of them were exactly law-abiding citizens.

One of the key members said, "Isn't it boring to have just a dozen or so men without women?"

Upon hearing this, many of his men's eyes gleamed with greed, and they chuckled.

The key member then said, "How about I bring some women over to have some fun?"

The suggestion was met with immediate response, and the crowd was excited. Some even thrust their bodies forward, howled like wolves, and wiggled their genitals.

Another subordinate suggested, "Wouldn't it be too boring to just play around like this? Why don't we bring some alcohol?"

The wine he was referring to was not the wine in the warehouse; those things required the governor's approval to obtain.

He was referring to their respective treasured wines.

There were women and wine, and many people even suggested bringing some leaves and other things.

This plan, which was originally tedious and boring, and accompanied by worries about the assassin, turned into a fairly large bachelor party.

Various items were moved into the room, and everyone was excited about the party, hoping to release stress.

When some residents on the street, with whom they had a good relationship, asked, they simply brushed them off.

Of course, we can't involve outsiders in such a good thing.

Preparations continued until evening before the brothers reluctantly left for their patrol.

Before closing the door, he shouted, "Hey, leave us some wine or something, don't smuggle it all in, you bastards!"

"Okay, okay."

The room was filled with perfunctory voices.

After the patrol left, they couldn't wait to start the party.

The cork was forced out of the bottle by the immense pressure and slammed against the ceiling.

As the foam from the wine sprayed out, the crowd suddenly became excited.