The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 218 is done.

With his hands behind his back, Neil could only curl up as much as possible to avoid injury to vital areas.

But after the beating, his relaxed body was filled with pain.

"Hey, what's your name?" Moore asked with a wicked grin, giving Neil a kick.

During the beating, Neil did not beg for mercy or shout, swallowing his pain silently.

Although Moore didn't think there was any point in resisting like this, if he were captured, he would definitely beg for mercy immediately and spill all the information that could save his life.

affim.

Thinking this, Moore glanced at Daryl. Well, maybe.

"My name is Neil," a weak yet cold voice rang out.

Neil lay on the floor, his eyes somewhat vacant.

As a member of the powerful CRM team, he had never been so disheveled, nor had he ever imagined that he was so close to death.

CRM possesses formidable military strength, but complementing this strength is the immense pride and confidence within its members that, in this apocalyptic world, CRM is the most powerful force.

However, in a single encounter, his squad was wiped out by the four people in front of him, with little ability to put up a fight.

Neil took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and looked at Caesar beside him with a determined expression. "Why don't you kill me?"

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He knew perfectly well why Caesar hadn't killed him: he simply wanted to know where he came from and what benefits he could gain from him.

After all, they have a powerful CRM system.

Through his observations, he astutely realized that Caesar was the leader of the other three, and that if he could get rid of him, he might still be able to survive.

Caesar turned around and stared directly at Neil without saying a word, but his chilling gaze sent a shiver down Neil's spine.

After watching for a while, Caesar smiled, a smile that seemed to be a sudden realization after seeing through something.

"You're from CRM, right?"

"What? How could you—" Neil was shocked. He looked at the smiling Caesar, and a chill ran through his veins to his limbs.

Who is he? How would he know about CRM?

Could he be someone who left CRM? Impossible, impossible. People who leave CRM are all killed.

CRM won't let go of someone who has a certain understanding of CRM and who is detached from reality but can still have an impact on it.

How did he find out about CRM?

That's impossible.

Could it be that he has worked at CRM?

Neil stared blankly, his mind racing with wild guesses about why Caesar knew about CRM.

However, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Seeing Neil's blank expression, Caesar knew he had guessed correctly.

Not only Neil was surprised, but Moore, Daryl, and Glenn also glanced at Caesar in astonishment.

They didn't know why Caesar knew about this CRM thing, but they trusted Caesar completely.

Caesar noticed the three men's gazes, and seeing that they didn't press him for answers, he quickly realized their trust in him.

A slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, followed by a restraint of his emotions, made his words even colder.

"Neil, all the forces around Philadelphia have been almost wiped out, right? You must be living a very comfortable life in Philadelphia."

Caesar's words carried a hint of reminiscence, suggesting he understood the CRM plan and some aspects of it, but was not very familiar with the current situation.

Upon hearing this, Neil's eyes focused, and he raised an eyebrow: "You're the one who once fled CRM?"

Under Neil's disappointed gaze, Caesar shook his head and said in a forlorn tone, "I'm not fleeing Philadelphia; I'm choosing to leave."

The CRM's predecessor was the Pennsylvania National Guard, a violent force that survived almost intact amidst the collapse of order, possessing overwhelming military strength, equipment, and infrastructure superiority.

They easily swept through Philadelphia, clearing out the entire city of walkers in a very short time, and also eliminating all walkers within a certain radius of the city.

They are the true embodiment of humanity's military strength in a post-apocalyptic environment.

However, in the early days of CRM, there were several leaders, not just Major General Bill, but several others. However, due to differences in their philosophies, conflicts arose within CRM.

Major General Bill was clear about his objectives and ruthless in his actions. He eliminated the other leaders before the incident escalated, seized power, and began massacring their confidants.

So some people joined forces with their comrades and fled Philadelphia.

They practically crawled out of Philadelphia, and yet this guy still tries to justify it by saying he chose to leave.

Neil thought this to himself, but didn't show it.

"Alright, tell me what this mission is?" Caesar changed the subject.

He knows a lot about CRM, even more than Neil himself, such as its future development.

The alliance formed by uniting with two other surviving human cities, the assassination of allies, and the subsequent massacre plan, etc.

It's safe to say that no one understands CRM better than him now.

Since there's nothing to know about CRM, the only valuable thing about Neil is his understanding of that task.

"Uh—" Neil's face stiffened, avoiding Caesar's gaze. He was a soldier, albeit just a "militiaman" in the guard.

That's right. The U.S. National Guard is not full-time; they are civilians most of the time. They only spend one week each month on military training and two weeks of intensive training each year.

They are different from American soldiers; this is a part-time job.

As a soldier, he cannot reveal his mission intentions.

Caesar observed his expression, a thought flashing through his mind, and tentatively asked, "Are you going to look for something like the Ebola virus?"

"No," Neil quickly shook his head in denial.

"That's for finding information."

"How is that possible? The viruses and paper materials inside have all been burned to ashes."

"Oh~ You went to look for the experimental records?" Caesar raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

His words were very casual, without the slightest urgency.

Neil nodded obediently. "Yes, uh—"

He instantly realized what was happening, shut his mouth and closed his eyes, making a gesture as if he would no longer give any answer.

Caesar had gotten the information he wanted. He turned around and gave Glenn a high five. "Done."

Looking at Caesar's retreating figure, Glenn glanced at Neil on the ground and said sincerely, "Impressive."

Daryl's eyes also held a hint of something different.

In his view, Caesar was using his pure information advantage to launch a powerful attack on Neil, testing him one by one.

Even if it weren't for this reason, Daryl felt that Caesar would definitely be able to find out.

The zombies outside had long since left. Caesar stood behind a pile of furniture, looking at the view outside the glass door.

The scene after the zombie outbreak.