The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Chapter 220 A Terrifying Plan

As the sun sets, light and warmth are enveloped in darkness.

The ground fell silent.

Yellowstone town, council chamber.

All the high-ranking officials gathered together, found their seats, and turned their attention to Caesar, who stood in the center of the room.

Caesar didn't say much, but gestured with his chin toward Amy standing beside him.

Amy nodded knowingly and placed an acrylic sheet in front of Herschel, gesturing for him to take a look.

Herschel glanced at Caesar, puzzled, before his gaze fell on the acrylic panel.

The acrylic panel depicts a map of the United States, including some important cities in various states, with one city highlighted in particular.

That's Philadelphia.

Seeing that Herschel had noticed the unusual city, Caesar explained, "Today I'm going to tell you about Philadelphia."

With his hands supporting him on the table, his tall and muscular body exuded a sense of oppression, and a deep voice rang out.

"CRM, short for Citizen Republican Army, originated from the National Guard. They have tens of thousands of soldiers, a large number of helicopters, advanced weapons and infrastructure capabilities."

Tens of thousands of soldiers?

A large number of helicopters, as well as advanced weaponry and infrastructure capabilities?

Who are they? Why do they possess such a powerful military force? Even the National Guard couldn't be this strong.

A multitude of questions, as numerous as the stars in the sky, arose in everyone's mind, along with fear and anxiety about CRM.

The current situation clearly indicates a conflict with CRM.

Moore, on the other hand, put on a serious face for a moment, then reverted to his nonchalant demeanor, slumped in his chair, and chuckled as he looked at the others' long faces.

He patted Daryl beside him and said hoarsely, "What are you worried about? They haven't even attacked yet, and you're already this scared."

"If they attack, you'll wet the bed."

Moor pointed at almost all the combat captains' faces and cursed them, calling them cowards and sissies.

Rick, Glenn, Wilson, Frank, and the others jumped to their feet, glaring fiercely at Moore.

Moore crossed his legs and gave a mocking smile. "What? You have no confidence in the enemy, but you do have confidence in me."

"you!"

"Alright!"

Caesar interrupted, straightened up, and swept his cold gaze over the several combat captains who had stood up, before turning his attention to Rip, Jimmy, and Lloyd.

They manage the cowboy team, which numbers over a hundred, no less powerful than a combat squad, and their fighting spirit is truly strong.

Almost every day, cowboys get into fights, and then Rip drags them into the horse training grounds for a beating.

Some people even went so far as to provoke others every day just to have a fight with Ripley.

Caesar said, "Lloyd, you're an old man with experience, tell me, what's your thinking?"

Lloyd chuckled, a strained smile etched on his slack face. "On the prairie, cowboys die in battle, not from cowardice."

"A coward doesn't deserve to be a cowboy."

"Besides, the enemy hasn't even attacked yet, and we're already throwing ourselves into disarray. We might as well disband as soon as possible."

Lloyd's words were resolute and represented the attitude of all cowboys: they would fight to the death and would not back down.

Clap clap clap! Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Caesar clapping.

Caesar lowered his hands and said with a smile, "Yes, CRM is very powerful, and they are much more brutal than we imagined."

"They are the men's dogs, and their powerful force is used for only one thing."

Caesar held up a finger and shook it. "That means killing everyone."

"That's right, it's about killing everyone, killing every survivor except CRM, and becoming the sole overlord of the entire post-apocalyptic world."

"Then gradually clear out the walkers, making this world their private property."

The cold, cruel words pierced the hearts of everyone present, causing their pupils to tremble.

Aren't they all human beings?

Why—why do they do this? Don't they have any conscience?

Herschel, in particular, was a devout Christian who believed in the truth, goodness, and beauty hidden in human nature.

But could such a terrifying plan really be conceived by a human being?

Just thinking about it made his eyes darken considerably.

Everyone at the table fell silent. The most evil thing they could think of was that CRM wanted to rule the world and then enslave everyone.

But no, CRM isn't that kind of conscience. CRM wants to kill everyone and then build a new empire on everyone's bones.

Seeing the somber expressions on everyone's faces, Caesar raised his voice and said with a slightly louder tone, "The fact that CRM came to the CDC to look for the black box means that they are still working on developing a vaccine."

"The longer they take to develop a vaccine, the better it is for us, because if they don't succeed in developing a vaccine, they won't be able to launch that terrible world-ending plan."

"They have at least another ten years, and we also have ten years to grow. Everyone, I believe in you, and I believe in Huangshi. We have the ability to fight CRM."

"They are human, and so are we. Their combat skills are not as high as ours. What we lack now is industrial capacity, manpower, and sufficiently powerful weapons."

Caesar spoke gently, calmly explaining every possibility that could make Yellowstone stronger and defeat its opponents. His voice was filled with certainty, giving everyone a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps, they really can defeat this terrible force.

As the meeting was about to end, Caesar said, "What happened today must be kept secret from the residents below."

Caesar did not give a reason, but everyone knew it in their hearts.

Such terrible news could easily put every resident of Yellowstone under pressure and cause them to lose hope of survival.

If panic spreads, Yellowstone will be ruined.

"Yes, we understand."

It's late at night, in the stone house.

Caesar stared out the window at the pitch blackness, his eyes deep and unfathomable, lost in thought. He then raised his hand and took a sip of wine.

With a creak, the study door was pushed open.

A pair of delicate hands encircled her waist, and a faint fragrance wafted from behind her as she embraced Caesar tightly.

Amy placed her hands on Caesar's stomach. Caesar reached out and squeezed her hands. "What's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Amy buried her head in Caesar's back and hugged him even tighter.

After a long while, the sound of sobbing finally broke out intermittently.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Caesar. I didn't know you were under so much pressure. I... I've never really understood you. Why are you always in such a hurry, always rushing around?"

"I, I, I didn't realize it at all."

Caesar turned around and saw that Amy's eyes were red and her tears were dripping down her fair face, making her look particularly pitiful.

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