If Salvation Army 2
It's no exaggeration to say that we've boarded a pirate ship; the group is huge, with all sorts of scoundrels.
If she hadn't been forced onto the ship, Lena would have advised Negan to reorganize the personnel structure and establish rules, instead of just watching their self-destructive actions with indifference.
She was actually looking forward to Negan teaching Rick a lesson, and then she should be able to leave this place.
Her situation in the Salvation Army was quite awkward. She didn't want to participate in the Salvation Army's "salvation" activities, and Negan's attitude towards her was also strange. She ate and drank at the same standard as him, or even better, but Negan never gave her any missions or manpower.
Does it look a bit like a mascot?
It only took Negan's five most important henchmen a week to go from being wary of Lena to ignoring her.
He was just a plaything that Negan wanted to keep.
Lina knew that most people thought that way, but she didn't care. Anyway, this place was a little too good to be true; there was plenty of alcohol.
She successfully became a drunkard.
No one dares to violate the rules of the Salvation Church—no going out, no socializing—so it seems they can get by.
Lina was already tired enough of her own life and had no desire to go out and save others.
She didn't bother Negan, who was a very busy man, and of course, everyone in the Saviour Church was very busy.
The decadent lifestyle was addictive; she would get drunk and sleep every day, then wake up and continue drinking. Regularly, someone would come to replenish her refrigerator and tidy her room. Her life was even better than before the catastrophe.
Of course, once Negan finished dealing with the important matters of the Saviour's Hall, he was ready to turn his attention to Lina. Although he was busy before, he had been observing Lina's thoughts. Now it seemed that she was completely finished.
Negan himself didn't know what to do with Lina. The current Lina was no different from the homeless people and drug addicts on the streets before the cataclysm. To be honest, he was very angry.
But then again, he didn't know what to do.
He and Lucia had no children, or rather, they had some, but due to Lucia's health condition, they couldn't keep them.
Furthermore, although he is a physical education teacher, this experience is not enough to make him a parenting expert.
Seeing Lina like this, Negan felt only sadness and anger.
No one knows when they will die in this world, but by general standards, he might die sooner than Lina, and after his death, the Salvation Hall should rightfully be in Lina's hands—that's a given. But now, well...
Negan glanced casually at the workers below. He needed more workers, a doctor, and the zombie network outside. Manpower, manpower, manpower—these were truly scarce resources.
Turning around, Negan swung Lucille in his hand and then swayed towards Lina's room.
Lena has a basement in her Virginia home, filled with survival supplies. He needs the password, and ideally, Lena could lead the team there herself.
First, we need to change her current terrible behavior.
Negan stopped at the door of Lina's room. He picked up Lucille and knocked on the door, but as expected, there was no response.
Negan pushed open the door and went in. As soon as he entered, there were bottles of liquor rolled to his feet. There was almost no place to step on the floor. There were all kinds of bottles. Lina was hanging on the bed with her head drooping on the ground. If you didn't know better, you would think she was dead.
The room was filled with a sour, foul smell mixed with the stench of alcohol, which made Negan's head throb instantly.
Negan, his face cold, kicked away the wine bottle on the ground, walked up to Lena, and grabbed her. Lena barely opened her sleepy eyes, and before Negan could speak, her cheeks puffed up.
Negan's pupils constricted, and the next second, he was covered in vomit.
"..." Negan gripped Lena stiffly, an unidentified liquid slowly sliding down his leather jacket, the sour smell almost making him faint.
Drunkard, damn drunkard.
After vomiting, Lina struggled to escape from Negan's grasp, staggered to the ground, and within two seconds, she collapsed to the ground again, snoring loudly.
Damn alcoholic.
Negan walked out the door, and Laura, who had rushed over, was surprised to see Negan's disheveled appearance. Her eyes kept glancing into the house, wondering if the people inside were still alive.
"...Don't give her any more alcohol!" Negan said through gritted teeth. "Clean this place up and bring her to see me when she wakes up!" Negan went back to his room to take a shower with a dark face; he simply couldn't hold back any longer.
Lina smacked her lips inside the room, turned over, and went back to sleep.
By the time Lina sobered up, it was already the next day. She had a terrible headache and an upset stomach. Her request to drink alcohol was rejected, and she had to accept the real effects of her hangover.
She would have remained unconscious as long as she was drunk, but they had to wake her up. Before the person who should be angry could even get angry, Lina had already started to get angry.
Laura and Arat dragged her into Negan's room, threw her on the sofa, and left without looking back, leaving Negan staring at the languid Lena.
“Let’s talk about your job,” Negan decided to get straight to the point, though he was a little worried that his alcohol-fueled head might only understand blunt language.
"No way, let's find someone else." Lina said lazily, sprawled on the sofa. Believe it or not, she'd get a rocket launcher and blast the Salvation Hall to smithereens? Order her around? In your next life.
“No arguments,” Negan frowned. “Everyone here has a job, and you’re no exception. Everything comes at a price. They work so you can have all that wine you can drink. And what about you? What can you bring to this place? Sure, manpower is a valuable resource right now, but you, you’re just trash.”
“That’s why I told you,” Lina said nonchalantly.
“...If you don’t work, you won’t be able to have the same life you used to have,” Negan threatened.
"It doesn't matter. Can I go home now?" Lina yawned.
Damn it, I forgot she didn't want to stay at all. Negan's lips twitched. This girl is so stubborn.
“...What do you want me to do to cheer up?” Negan asked desperately.
Lina didn't speak, but simply held up two fingers. "Two bottles of whiskey, thank you."
"..." He'll die of alcohol poisoning sooner or later, Negan rolled his eyes.
"Two more bottles of vodka would be even better," Lina continued.
Negan sighed. He hadn't intended to resort to drastic measures. Negan looked up and calmly addressed Lena, "Gavin's team discovered a camp, or rather, a convoy, a couple of days ago. I know you're not interested, but that's alright. I need you to come with me."
Lina raised an eyebrow. "Then you'll have to pay me when I get back. I said it would be double."
"..." Did he owe her something? Negan gritted his teeth inwardly, but still didn't say anything. He just stood up, picked up Lina, and walked outside. "Where's Gavin?" Negan asked Arat at the door.
“Downstairs, waiting for your orders,” Arat said coldly.
“Okay,” Negan nodded and led Lena downstairs. The car was ready. Gavin stood at the door and frowned when he saw Negan, or rather, when he saw Lena in Negan’s arms.
“You drive,” Negan said to Gavin as he helped Lena into the back seat.
“Okay,” Gavin didn’t argue and obediently got into the driver’s seat. “I didn’t think we were going on a picnic today.” Gavin said tactfully.
“Of course not,” Negan was already annoyed and in no mood for a verbal battle with Gavin. He just gave a few perfunctory replies and then closed his eyes to rest. Gavin also obediently shut his mouth. This was one of the better things about him than Simon. Gavin was obedient enough and always stopped short of making a point.
When the car stopped, Lena had already woken up. Gavin and Negan were talking, "...we've surrounded them all."
“Let’s just go straight there,” Negan glanced at Lina, “quietly.”
This was not in line with their usual style, but Gavin glanced at Lena as well and did not refute Negan.
He didn't know what Negan was going to do, but all he had to do was follow Negan's instructions.
When it was completely dark, only a bright, round moon hung in the sky, with clouds drifting by, casting intermittent light and shadow on the ground.
But the camp opposite was not troubled by this; they lit a dim campfire, maintaining a relatively stable light.
Lena followed Negan. They were on this side of the woods, opposite the group in the open area. They had surrounded themselves with their cars. The sounds inside were quiet, but there were quite a few: laughter and sobbing.
Every now and then a short scream could be heard, but it quickly subsided.
Lena's eyes darkened as she looked at Negan. Was this what he wanted her to see?
Negan waved his hand, and a car sped over, ramming into the vehicles at the opposite camp, exposing everything inside to everyone.
No one found it strange; it was just a pastime after a meal.
Beside the campfire were many naked women of varying ages, while the men, one or two of them, appeared to be properly dressed, except for their genitals, which were wide open.
Lina narrowed her eyes and began to get angry.
Yes, that's how the world is. Those with ability, regardless of gender, will have a place, while those without ability will only be dominated.
The proportion of those who are oppressed is often that of women and children, which is irrelevant to the disaster.
“Who’s their leader?” Negan asked Gavin, who pointed to the curly-haired man who had stood up opposite him. “That’s the one, his name is Enzo.”
“Sounds like a dog’s name,” Negan chuckled. The Saviors surrounded the other side with guns drawn, and the other side didn’t dare to move. Negan glanced at Lena, then walked through the crowd and forward.
“Enzo?” he asked, looking at the curly-haired man who had stood up.
“Yes,” Enzo said, trying to appear calm. “What do you want? We can share half of our supplies with you, as long as you don’t kill us.”
“Wow, interesting,” Negan laughed. “You see, this is a dialogue between the leaders of the two sides, you know, it’s not that simple.”
“I don’t like your tone, it sounds like we’re some lowly bandits or something,” Negan turned to Enzo. “Now, everyone, kneel down before your new master.” Negan smiled amiably.
"..." Enzo glanced at the gun in the Saviors' hand, then obediently knelt down, and the people around him also knelt down in front of Negan one after another.
Judging by their numbers, there are thirty strong laborers, which is quite a large number.
There were also about ten women and children, two old men, and two old women.
“Tsk, seriously, I’m a friendly person, but I’m not friendly enough to greet your second brother. I mean, isn’t this progressing a bit too fast?” Negan said.
They zipped up the fly with a rustling sound, looking at Negan with fear.
“We have our own set of rules. In short, you are all mine now,” Negan said without further ado. “Gavin, have you decided which one you want? You’ve been looking at them for days, you must know more about them than I do.”
Gavin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Well," Gavin pointed to the man closest to the campfire, "you know, I actually agree with what you said, after all, children are hope."
“Oh,” Negan nodded. “That is indeed true.”
The man panicked; he certainly didn't think being called out like this would be a good thing. "I'm so sorry, it's just a misunderstanding, no, I didn't..."
Negan slowly walked up to him. "Shh!" He looked at the naked little boy not far from the man, narrowed his eyes, and clicked his tongue unhappily. "Look, the facts are right in front of you."
The man stood up and tried to run, causing panic among the surrounding crowd. Negan impatiently raised his hand, firing his gun repeatedly at their feet. Everyone knelt down in terror. Negan looked at the fallen man, picked him up, and forced him to kneel on the ground.
“I don’t like to resist. You’d better keep your eyes peeled. If there’s a next time, then pray that you’re not next.” Negan swung his baseball bat and smashed it hard on the man’s head until he was smashed into a pile of mud.
“Phew…” Negan shrugged. “Warm-up complete,” he said, pleased to see fear on everyone’s faces. “Very good, we can move on to the next step. I think after this in-depth understanding, you should also know me to some extent. Now…”
"What are you going to do? Take them back?" Lina pushed through the crowd and stepped out, looking at Negan.
“Of course, we need manpower,” Negan replied good-naturedly.
"You collect all kinds of trash?" Lina asked.
"Come on, for those who survived, finding trash is much easier than finding people," Negan said with a grin. "So, do you have any different opinions? Tell me."
He was looking forward to it, and Lina clearly understood this, but it was this group that, of all people, brought her along.
asshole.
Lina drew her knife. "I don't really want to talk, but I'll try to finish this quickly."
Gavin pointed his gun at Lena, but Negan shook his head at him.
Having committed murder so many times, it's no different from slaughtering a pig. However, since she has never slaughtered a pig, she will not bear any responsibility for these remarks.
Of the thirty-odd laborers, half were gone in the blink of an eye. The remaining ones began to resist in terror, especially when they realized that the Salvation Army was not making any moves. They started to fight Lena desperately.
Anyway, killing someone is easier than killing a zombie.
completely annihilated.
Lena looked at Negan, "I want my squad."
“Okay,” Negan nodded in satisfaction. “Also, could you leave me some manpower next time?”
“No,” Lina wiped the knife and sheathed it.
“Here’s what we’ll do. You can cut off their penises, but you have to keep the men for me to work,” Negan said. Although he was glad that Lina finally wanted to do something, he dared to say that if things continued like this, Lina’s team would not be able to bring back any male laborers besides the girls.
Good men were as rare as needles in a haystack before the catastrophe, let alone after the catastrophe when humanity completely collapsed.
“…I don’t want my knife to do such a filthy thing,” Lina said with a look of disgust.
“Tsk, I’ll find you someone to help you,” Negan said after thinking for a moment.
Laura.
An unexpected expert at cutting off testicles.
The Salvation Army's Women's (Testicle-Cutting) Squad was thus formed.
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