Chapter 50 Secret

　　"Karl, what else are you going to do?"

　　"Sean, what did you find today?"

　　Carl turned around after he finished.

　　"In addition to the truckload of purified water, there were also some snacks and other things, but most of them are inedible. Oh, and we did find a few pistols and bullets."

　　There are so many guns in this country, which is a good thing in the end times. You can find guns and ammunition everywhere.

　　"I want you to accompany me to find something. Don't worry, it's nearby and there's no danger." Carl said, and walked directly to where the vehicles were gathered in front.

　　"Hey, Carl, what are you doing?" Sean quickly caught up with Carl and pressed Carl's shoulder. "Don't be so impulsive, okay?"

　　"Come with me and find a red vintage car." Carl smiled and walked forward because he knew Sean would follow him.

　　"Why are you looking for it?" Sean walked up to Carl and looked around vigilantly. There could be danger everywhere in the darkness.

　　"Use a flashlight. Do you have a gun?" Carl handed Sean a flashlight.

　　Carl was well prepared. He had everything ready, even how to explain it to Sean.

　　"I have my gun. I'm pretty comfortable using that Beretta. By the way, Carl, how about my Glock? Is it useful?"

　　"It's quite useful. Do you miss it?"

　　"No, no, no, it's just a gun, why would I want it?" Sean forced a smile.

　　"I found a better gun. I'll return the Glock to you after I'm familiar with it."

　　"You found it? What gun? Where did you find it?"

　　Sean stopped and relaxed a lot after walking for so long without seeing any danger. He looked at Carl with some curiosity.

　　Without hesitation, Carl pulled the Apocalypse Eagle from his holster and handed it to Sean, "See for yourself."

　　"This..." Sean took the Doomsday Eagle with some surprise and confusion, "Is this the Desert Eagle? But it seems a little different, maybe it's a modified collector's edition.

　　Shit, Carl, I envy your luck. An ordinary collector's edition Desert Eagle can be sold for thousands of dollars, and your special model may cost tens of thousands.

　　Where did you find it?"

　　Karl shrugged. "The police station found it. It might be the collection of that unlucky guy. It was confiscated by the police."

　　"Is that so…" Sean was a little unconvinced, but didn't think much about it, then he smiled and said, "The recoil of this thing is not small.

　　How about I keep it for you first, you can use my Glock first, and I will return it to you when you are stronger."

　　"Hey, don't even think about it." Carl snatched the Eagle of the Apocalypse, and Sean had no intention of holding on to it, so he let go.

　　"I'm just kidding you. Would I steal your things? You still don't believe me? Then I'll be sad." Sean rubbed Carl's head with a smile on his face.

　　"Can you please stop rubbing my head? You know, your behavior is really hateful!" Carl was helpless.

　　Karl showed a mysterious expression, "I trust you very much, so I am going to tell you a secret today."

　　"What secret?" Sean also cooperated and pretended to be curious.

　　"Find the car first, and I'll tell you when I find it."

　　"Okay! A red vintage car? Let me think." Sean motioned for Carl to follow, while he looked around.

　　Carl suddenly thought of something: how long have Sean and Rick known each other, if they knew each other before Lori gave birth to him.

　　Plus, Sean is so good to me, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is my biological son, even more so, could it be...

　　I dare not think about it. I dare not think about it.

　　Carl shook his head quickly. He couldn't think too deeply about it. Rick was miserable enough with just Judith...

　　"Is that the one?" Sean suddenly asked.

　　Carl looked and saw that it was indeed a red old-fashioned car, somewhat similar, but he couldn't be sure.

　　"Just go and take a look and you'll know. Come on, Sean."

　　"Fine."

　　Sean and Carl came to the red car. When Sean opened the door, Carl warned, "There may be zombies, be careful."

　　Sean nodded, bit the flashlight with his mouth, pulled out the dagger, and then slammed open the car door.

　　There was indeed a corpse in the driver's seat. Without thinking, Sean inserted the dagger directly into the corpse's head, but after inserting it, Sean realized something was wrong.

　　He took out the flashlight and shone it into the car. After making sure there was no danger, he said,

　　"This is a dried corpse. What are you looking for? And what do you want to say? Tell me now."

　　Karl didn't reply and got into the car. Sure enough, there was a black cloth rolled into a tube on the passenger seat.

　　Carl picked it up and it was a little heavy, that's right.

　　"Carl, what are you doing?" Sean was confused, but there was no threat in the car, so he just let Carl do what he wanted.

　　Carl came out holding the black tube and put the black cloth tube on the hood. Sean curiously shone the flashlight at the black cloth.

　　"Watch this, Sean." Carl smiled and spread out the black cloth tube.

　　There were nearly ten knives of various colors, including machetes, hunting knives, sabers, and some strange-shaped knives.

　　For example, there is a strange blade body that looks like a large inverted hook behind the blade. This is to increase the weight of the front of the blade and make the swing more powerful.

　　"I bet this bastard doesn't have a license." Sean was a little confused.

　　"License? What's that?" Carl asked.

　　Sean explained, "According to Georgia state law, you need a permit to carry a knife with a blade longer than five inches, and none of these are shorter than eight inches."

　　"This..." Carl was speechless. A country that doesn't even care about guns actually cares about knives. Well, it's not that they don't care, but guns also require a license.

　　Sean suddenly reacted, "Karl, did you come here specifically to find these?"

　　Carl nodded, "Yes, these knives are more useful than guns for fighting zombies on a small scale, but let me make it clear first, I have to pick one."

　　Following the original trajectory, Carl discovered these knives and wanted one, but Rick did not agree. Naturally, Carl would not let this happen again.

　　"Hey, Carl!" Sean's voice became serious, "How did you know there would be a knife here?"

　　"Don't be nervous. Remember I told you that I was going to tell you a secret? It's about this." Carl leaned against the car body and smiled at Sean.

　　"What secret?" Sean was really curious this time, and a little serious.

　　"Remember Jim?"

　　"Jim? Why are you bringing him up all of a sudden?"

　　"Do you remember what he was doing?"

　　"Hey, Carl, can you please just speak frankly? Do you know this is torture?" Sean was indeed curious, but more of a weirdo.

　　"Of course." Carl smiled. Next, he would see if his deception skills were up to par.

　　Carl asked another question, "Sean, do you remember what Jim was doing last? Answer me, please?"

　　Carl looked at Sean.

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