"Cough cough..." Carl was a little choked, but he still swallowed most of it forcefully, revealing a smile that looked a little hideous due to the violent coughing.
"It's a pity that I couldn't have such a wonderful childhood."
Joseph took the bottle of wine from Carl and said, "I think that time was just wasted. You are very good and smart, but you are more than just smart."
"If the time you waste makes you feel happy, then it's not a waste." Carl smiled.
Joseph was slightly stunned, then smiled, "That makes sense."
"Of course, this is the philosophy of life."
Karl's head felt a little dizzy, and his stomach began to feel uncomfortable, and he wanted to vomit, but Karl still held back.
"I came to you this time not with the intention of killing you, but to capture you at most, because I admire you very much. Come to prison, and you can sleep peacefully every night. You can get everything you want, even if you don't have it now, you will have it in the future. I can promise that."
"Promises are sometimes worthless."
"But sometimes it's more important than anything else, depending on who made the promise."
Perhaps because he was drunk, Carl put aside many of his concerns and looked at Joseph unscrupulously.
"You think your promise is very important? So did you make a promise to the Governor? Did you keep it?"
"Yes, I did."
"oh?"
"You don't have to believe it. I won't lie, and I don't want to explain anything."
"Very well, then tell me, why do you admire me? I'm not a nice person."
"These days, good people can't survive. You're very strong in combat, and I'm going to need you."
"You have quite a few good fighters in your prison, right? I remember."
"I'm talking about me, not the prison."
Under the influence of alcohol, Carl grabbed Joseph's shoulders and looked straight at him.
"Joseph, you won't believe the ideals and ambitions that the person in front of you, me, Carl Grimes, has.
I,
Carl Grimes is destined to be extraordinary. I need you. I need some people to help me.
Joseph, the world is already so broken, why not give it a try?
Maybe you will think I am bragging, well, let's talk about the timing, enter the prison, I know you are born free, you won't have too many constraints.
You don't have to care about other people, you just need to help me when I need you, and you will have an easy life, a rare peace in the end times."
"Grimes, you're drunk, and you don't seem to be able to handle alcohol well." Joseph pushed away Carl's drink that was pouring towards him.
"Ahem, it doesn't matter. Let's go back to prison."
"Hey, what are you thinking? Do you think I will trust you so much?"
Karl said vaguely, "Turn around, the prison is..."
…
The prison does not have many staff, but as the gateway, and also the most important gate, there are always two guards.
There are four people in total, working in two shifts. This job seems to take a long time, but in the end times, it is easy enough.
At least compared to the guards in other watchtowers, they have someone to chat and brag with.
"Michonne doesn't seem to be in a good mood."
"It's obvious. Don't mess with her. It's definitely Moore again."
"No, it's not him. Daryl came back on a motorcycle this afternoon, and then changed a car to pick someone up, but Carl didn't seem to come back."
"Karl?"
"Brother, have you forgotten? Carl, that special kid. I remember him interrogating me in the barn."
"Interrogation? What an inappropriate metaphor."
The guards at the prison gate are also veterans of the team, brothers Brian and Brady.
"Whether it's appropriate or not, I just want to say that no one ever told me that the end of the world would be so boring."
"Beep!"
Just then, a shrill whistle sounded from outside the door.
Brian quickly tightened his grip on the rifle and looked at Brady, "Brother, do we have anybody else out there?"
"Mor's team didn't go out today, only those few people, and if there were any, it was only Carl."
"Notify Sean first, I'll go take a look."
Brian walked to the door and was slightly startled when he saw the familiar pickup truck, but he heaved a sigh of relief and opened the door.
Brady also came over at this time, "Sean and the others will be here soon. Maybe Carl went out for a ride again. To be honest, I'm a little envious."
The door opened and the pickup truck slowly drove in.
However, it did not drive directly into the interior as usual, but stopped after entering the door.
Brian closed the door first, then approached the pickup truck with some confusion and wanted to ask.
Just then the door of the pickup truck opened and a strange strong man got out. "Hi, I..."
"Stop!" Brian and Brady immediately raised their rifles.
"Who are you? Don't move. Put your hands on your head and step aside." Brian threatened with a rifle.
"He is the prey we have been looking for." Moore came.
Not just Maul, but Daryl, Sean, Michonne, Rick, and Glenn.
Except for Rick who had no gun, Daryl was holding a crossbow, and everyone else raised their crossbows and aimed them at Joseph.
"Where's Carl?" Michonne drew her knife.
"Oh, shit, it's really weird, I actually believed this guy's lies." Joseph sighed with a bitter smile, wanting to cry.
"Where's Carl?" Sean threatened with the gun and took a few steps closer.
"In the car, guys, can we put our guns down first? It would be bad if they went off accidentally." Joseph said with a wry smile.
"What did you do to Carl?" Rick ran to the pickup truck and was shocked when he saw Carl lying in the pickup truck. He quickly opened the door.
As Rick spoke, the crisp sound of guns being loaded was heard.
"Oh shit, my God." Joseph tried to put on a kind smile, "He just fell asleep. Although Grimes told me that you might welcome me, I didn't expect it to be this way."
"Ahem, put down your guns. Even if this guy has some courage, he wouldn't dare to send that kid's body up here."
Rick carried Carl out of the car with a helpless smile. He smelled the alcohol on Carl and saw Carl's slightly rising and falling chest and slight snoring.
"Carl, it's okay. This kid is actually drunk. Let me send him back first." Rick said.
"What should we do with this guy?" Michonne asked, pointing a knife at Joseph.
"I think we should lock him up in the cell first and wait until Carl wakes up. Then let Thomas watch him. He is good at this job anyway." Moore said with a smirk.
Daryl looked at Moore and frowned slightly. He was sure that there seemed to be some secret between Moore and Carl.
Sean made the decision, "Then let's just leave it at that. Put him in jail first."
"Guys, don't you have to ask for my opinion? Okay, I know you don't have to ask, but Grimes promised me that when I come I can take a nice bath, have a good meal, and finally have a woman to accompany me. You probably don't want to break his promise."
Joseph shrugged and looked at them with a smile.
Michonne said coldly, "Dream on."
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