"Shane?"
"Shane!!!"
Now that he was exposed, Shawn no longer had any thoughts of continuing to hide.
Inside The Terminus, gunshots echoed through the night, and Shawn loudly called out Shane's name.
"I'm here!"
Shane strode over from the adjacent factory building, a few drops of blood staining his mask.
"Take half the army to guard the perimeter of the train station; don't let anyone escape."
"Tonight, we will show no mercy!"
"Understood."
Shane responded in a deep voice, then turned and led his men to scatter towards the four corners of the train station.
Shawn, meanwhile, led the remaining men, slowly searching factory building by factory building.
Kicking open a large door, a figure holding a short knife immediately rushed out.
Shawn backhanded and grabbed the man's neck, lifted him high, and then slammed him heavily to the ground.
Pfft—!
A large mouthful of blood spurted from the man's mouth, mixing with the dust on the ground, bringing with it a smell of rust.
But before he could shake off the dizziness and raise his head.
The next second, bullets instantly arrived, piercing his body, and even adding a bullet hole to his skull.
After eliminating the man, Shawn led his army back two steps.
This small factory building only had one large door; they had no chance to escape.
"Guillermo."
Shawn's voice was steady.
Upon hearing his name, Guillermo walked out from behind Shawn.
He carefully placed the cloth bag he had brought on the ground, then pulled out 8 transparent glass bottles from inside.
Viscous liquid sloshed inside, appearing translucent in the moonlight, with coarse cloth strips stuffed into the bottle mouths.
After lighting all these Molotov cocktails, Guillermo and Philip exchanged glances, then threw them in with all their might.
Whoosh—!
The Molotov cocktails exploded, and the flames, fueled by the combustible material at the bottle mouths, rapidly spread through the factory building.
In no time, the factory building was almost completely ablaze, with flames shining through small openings, seemingly illuminating the entire night sky.
Shawn heard screams from outside the burning flames.
But his expression remained unchanged; he simply held the muzzle of his automatic shotgun, quietly standing outside the door and waiting.
And everyone following behind him was the same.
After about five seconds, figures with flames clinging to their calves rushed out.
Shawn raised the gun in his hand and fired directly at the man's body.
Taking a full spray at close range, he was knocked back half a meter, hitting the wall, and after a slight twitch, he lost all movement.
And this was just the beginning.
The Cannibal Tribe members inside the factory building were like rats whose holes had been dug out.
Under the torment of the intense flames and thick smoke, they uncontrollably ran outside, even though they knew stepping out that door meant death.
Shawn led the army to fan out outside the factory building, raising their guns and firing in unison.
The army members initially didn't know who they were slaughtering tonight, until they witnessed them eating people firsthand not long ago.
The last trace of compassion in their hearts completely transformed into the power to pull the trigger and unleash bullets.
The flames spewing from the muzzles of the guns formed a stark contrast with the scorching inferno inside the factory building.
When the crowd pouring out of the factory building's large door began to thin, until the last Cannibal Tribe member, covered in flames and with charred skin, stepped over the threshold, the gunfire gradually ceased.
However, Shawn did not lead his men away immediately.
Instead, he aimed his gun at the factory building's entrance, quietly waiting.
After about 3 minutes, when the fire was about to engulf the entire factory building area.
A seemingly slender figure cautiously poked her head out from the doorway.
But when she saw countless figures wearing the 'raider set' surrounding the factory building's only exit, a pleading look appeared on her ash-covered, pale face.
"Please…"
But the only response she received was Shawn's automatic shotgun.
The flames completely engulfed the factory building, and Shawn had confirmed that no one had survived.
"Next."
Shawn turned around indifferently.
He knew that the Prison army was not an army that had lost its humanity, so when a decisive choice was needed, Shawn would fire without hesitation.
Shawn never said he was a good person; he showed no mercy to his enemies!
However, the part of the army Shawn took with him consisted of Glenn, Guillermo, and others.
If Kenny and the others had been with him, Shawn's gun probably wouldn't have even been raised before they would have already opened fire.
'Indeed, letting Shane lead them was the correct decision.'
If it were Shane, he would be even more ruthless than Shawn.
While Shawn and his men stopped firing in front of the factory building's large door and patiently waited.
The gunshots from the outskirts of The Terminus never stopped.
It was as if they were fulfilling Shawn's words of 'show no mercy,' so regardless of gender, age, or identity, Shane would never hold back.
To some extent, this could be said to be Shane's talent.
And under Shawn's command, this talent was unleashed to its fullest extent.
Behind them, thick smoke billowed, and the gunshots from the periphery together created a chaotic and tense atmosphere.
Gradually, the footsteps of the army merged with Shawn's footsteps, like a regularly beating drum, mercilessly striking the hearts of the Cannibal Tribe members.
This was a massacre, an overwhelming defeat!
These survivors who lived by cannibalism.
They could only kill and eat by lowering the guard of incoming survivors.
But once they faced a force far stronger than them, one that planned meticulously and showed no mercy, their weaker side, beyond their bloodlust, was revealed.
Shawn led his men to clear out 2 more factory building areas, and they witnessed similar situations many times.
Sorrow, weeping, wailing, regret, pleading…
Often, when faced with these people's surrender, Shawn would only say one thing.
"You don't know you're wrong; you just know you're about to die, and you're going to die terribly."
He would drop a sentence, along with a shotgun blast for them.
The buckshot embedded in the center of his forehead, and other pellets shattered his face, blood gushing from his face, he widened his eyes, falling incredulously to the side.
He seemed to not understand even at the very end.
Why are these people who massacred the Camp so strong?
Where did they come from?
Why are they using such cruel methods to slaughter everyone?
And his last sight was Shawn coming before him, raising his foot, and crushing his skull with his heavy 'raider boots.'
Only then was the threat completely neutralized.
Shawn turned his head to look, and smoke billowed throughout The Terminus.
The Cannibal Tribe, who had once plunged Rick's group into a major crisis, was effortlessly crushed under Shawn's leadership.
Many people hadn't even woken up from their sleep before their throats were pierced by sharp blades.
Just the next second, Shawn saw someone running from a distance; Shawn recognized him, he was a member of the Kenny Party.
He arrived in a hurry, and upon seeing Shawn, he shouted loudly.
"T-Dog is in trouble!"
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