They were attracted by the airdrop.
It was purely coincidental that they ran into Shawn. Shawn estimated that they didn't know about the Prison's existence.
However, at that moment, the White Skull Mask gave Shawn a different feeling.
He was unlike his brainless teammate in the black combat suit.
His awareness and agility were both extraordinary.
"Could he be a core member of the Reapers?"
"Carver?"
Shawn's guess wasn't baseless.
Firstly, it was due to the White Skull Mask's skill and working style.
Secondly, it was his earlier probing invitation.
Carver was absolutely loyal to the Reapers's superiors. If he had hesitated for even a moment, he definitely wouldn't have been Carver.
It was precisely because he remained silent that Shawn made this speculation.
However, thinking this way, something still seemed off.
Carver was clearly a ruthless character, would he really care about the lives of his teammates?
At this thought, Shawn simply shook his head.
"Forget it, the more I think, the more questions arise. I'll just stop thinking."
"Maybe it's just because of the timeline, so Carver isn't the future Carver yet."
In this encounter with the Reapers, Shawn achieved a crushing victory.
But Shawn didn't become complacent.
Special forces have strong physiques, but their strength isn't just physical.
They are a team, and tactics are their core. Underestimating them could lead to heavy losses.
After collecting the airdrop, Shawn turned and walked towards where the car was parked, his steps gradually quickening.
"I didn't expect the Reapers to appear so soon. We must speed up the development of the Prison."
A thousand-person Camp, unlimited electricity, sustainable fast food cultivation.
But Shawn was still not satisfied. To help Rick and the others survive better, the Prison needed to become even stronger!
...
Prison, High Platform.
Rick still stood on the high platform, on alert, just as he had when he saw everyone leave.
He rested one hand on the revolver at his waist, while narrowing his eyes and looking into the distance.
Until the small car appeared in front of him, he immediately turned and walked down to meet it.
"What, is it your turn to be on duty today?"
"Shane said you left midway, I was just worried something might happen and wanted to be prepared in advance."
Shawn stepped forward and put his arm around Rick's shoulder, and Rick lightly punched him.
"You need to show up at dinner. Everyone wants to hear you speak."
Speaking of this, Rick also felt a bit helpless.
The original members who had been in the Prison from the beginning were fine, but the new members Shawn brought later trusted Shawn more.
Especially after the last'seed incident', Shawn's prestige soared, and the request for Shawn to speak had been mentioned to Rick countless times.
"I'll try."
Shawn couldn't promise Rick, after all, no one knew what would happen the next second.
Stabilizing morale was important, but there also needed to be a priority order for handling things.
Pushing open the main gate, when Shawn and Rick appeared simultaneously, greetings echoed endlessly.
The children stood curiously behind the adults, looking at Shawn.
In fact, they didn't know much about Shawn either; they only knew that Shawn was the authority figure here, and their food and housing were provided by Shawn.
"Is he really that amazing?"
In the crowd, Ron looked at Carl beside him, seemingly unconvinced.
Carl, mimicking his father, had a calm expression.
Carl knew that Ron wasn't unconvinced by Shawn, but by himself.
It was only because he admired Shawn that Ron would belittle Shawn in front of him.
And tracing it back to its roots, the reason for all of this was simple.
Carl glanced at the cool-faced girl standing to his left. Her name was Enid, from Alexandria, and her parents were deceased.
Turning his head, Carl adjusted the bow in his hand.
"I was personally taught by Shawn, you can try to surpass me first."
Carl's tone was flat, but full of provocation.
Sunflowers that grew up in the downpour were definitely not comparable to these hothouse flowers.
Although Lori had been inseparable, Carl still grew.
Looking down at the bow in Carl's hand, Carl also had arrows stained with Walker blood in his shoulder strap at his waist.
Ron's lips moved, but he still didn't have the courage to continue with provocative words.
The Prison now was actually a very interesting place.
It was like a very fragmented society, where the gap between people was not generally large.
However, the good thing was that the survivors Shawn brought back from outside all had their own strengths. With them joining various positions, the Prison could continue to operate on its own as it did now.
Even if Shawn was away for a long time and didn't return, the Prison's development curve could still be upward.
Labor and combat power could be considered complementary.
...
Hospital Floor.
The walls were painted white on all four sides.
Maggie caressed her abdomen twice, then lifted her outer wool sweater, revealing her slightly protruding lower abdomen.
"If you feel any contractions, be sure to tell me," Dr. Steven instructed while applying the gel.
Beside them, Glenn, who hadn't had time to change out of his combat uniform, held Maggie's hand, who was a little nervous.
Then Dr. Steven picked up an instrument with a rounded probe and gently pressed it onto Maggie's abdomen, sweeping it back and forth.
Maggie undergoing examination
"Oh..."
Dr. Steven's hands didn't stop, his gaze fixed on the black and white screen of the instrument beside him, watching carefully.
Hearing the doctor's prolonged voice, Glenn and Maggie's hearts were in their throats.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Glenn was even more nervous than Maggie at this moment, immediately gripping her hands with both of his, sweat seeping from his palms.
"No, nothing's wrong."
"The baby looks very good, and there are no signs of deformity."
"The most important observation point... you can see a pulsation or flicker in the fetal bud area, which is the fetal heartbeat."
"From the frequency, it's completely within the normal range, you can rest assured."
Hearing Dr. Steven's explanation, both of them sighed in relief simultaneously.
It had to be said, after spending so much time together, this couple had become increasingly synchronized.
After the examination, Steven took a piece of paper and wrote down some precautions.
"The army is absolutely off-limits, and you must avoid any physical labor. It's best not to labor at all. You can apply to Shawn and Rick for this, I'm sure they'll agree."
...
"And the most important point, it's best to pause your personal life for a while; the early embryo is not yet stable."
Steven looked at the young couple, emphasizing this last point.
"That... you should ask her."
"I'm, right now, just passive."
Glenn rarely showed an embarrassed expression, looking to the side.
"Ahem... well, I mean, no matter who it is, you both need to be careful."
A moment later, Glenn helped Maggie walk out of the Hospital Floor.
"My abdomen hasn't changed much yet, you don't need to help me," Maggie rolled her eyes at Glenn.
"Better safe than sorry."
Glenn's face showed a relieved smile.
But the next second, when he looked up and saw Shawn's figure, his smile instantly froze on his face.
Shawn was leaning against the wall, a smile on his face.
"Oh, he's passive~~~"
Hearing Shawn imitate his words, Glenn was instantly mortified and exasperated.
"Shawn?!!"
"Why are you here!"
Don't let Glenn's fierceness fool you, he was probably dying of embarrassment inside.
"Why am I here? Let me think..."
"Ah!"
"I remember now, Rick told me that Maggie needed maternity leave, so he specifically asked me to inform you. Since you're unwilling, I'll leave."
"No, don't!" Glenn panicked.
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