Doomsday America

Chapter 113 The Eagle of War and the New Survivors (10k)

"Uh, boss, what if the leader of the horde can only control a few hundred zombies?"

"Or what if the leader of the horde appeared after you lured the zombies away?"

Madison persistently asked Gavin a couple more questions, prompting Gavin to look over at Madison.

Seeing the worry in Old Mike's eyes, yet still full of inquiry, Gavin said to Old Mike with amusement.

“Old Mike, you seem to really like the concept of intelligent zombies, or you’ve already assumed that this horde already has a leader.”

"Let me guess, you've seen Will Smith's I Am Legend, and you really liked that movie?"

"of course!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Old Mike immediately grinned.

“Will and I are great friends. He was my idol when I was a kid, but now that I play football, I’m his idol!”

Madison said to Gavin with a mix of pride and nostalgia.

Upon hearing this, Gavin immediately raised his fist and bumped it with Madison's.

Looking around at the interaction between the two, Eugene couldn't help but mutter something to Madison and Gavin.

"Tsk tsk, you're all big shots, friends with Will Smith. I must be a god to have run into you two, right?"

After saying that, Eugene looked at Steve and Nikita, and continued speaking with a smirk.

"Why aren't you two surprised? Don't tell me you often hang out with those big shots too, you..."

"Uh, Eugene, I'm the chief cowboy of Gavin Ranch. I even drank with Michael Jackson when the boss and his friends came back for parties before!"

Steve immediately said to Eugene.

Upon hearing this, Eugene's expression froze for a moment, then he looked at Nikita with displeasure and asked.

"See, little girl? Among us field agents, you and I are the only ordinary people. They're all big shots..."

“I’m sorry, Eugene, I don’t think there’s anything special about celebrities. When my mom and I were in New York, she would help many celebrities with all sorts of legal matters, and I was often taken by my mom to parties that she deemed safe.”

Nikita chuckled and said to Eugene, then gestured with his hand as he talked about the celebrities he had met.

"For example, Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber both have my mom's and my number, and they've even invited me to hang out with them, but my mom has never agreed."

"Aha, okay, shit, fuck..."

Hearing Nikita's words, Eugene cursed in frustration, then picked up a cigar and said sarcastically.

"Turns out I'm the only loser in our field team, damn it. Looks like I really have to thank the apocalypse. This damn apocalypse actually put me at a big shot's table for dinner, haha~"

As he spoke, Eugene started laughing, and Gavin and the others couldn't help but laugh along with him for a while.

After laughing, Eugene raised his hand to scratch the slightly itchy skin near his earmuff and asked softly.

"But boss, while I absolutely don't want to see a zombie leader like the ones in legendary movies who have gained intelligence among the zombies, if you assume that leader zombies don't exist, isn't there a possibility that our future action plans might be misjudged?"

"I've fought in wars, and I know very well the importance of intelligence. Even clues that we speculate or hypothesize can influence our subconscious choices at crucial moments!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene lowered his eyelids and looked at Gavin with a deep gaze.

Meeting his wary and worried gaze, Gavin shook his head and smiled.

"If the Richard Town zombies do have a leader, and it has the ability to control and command the howlers and the residents, but it still chooses to act passively, then its intelligence is not yet qualified to be a threat."

"Don't forget, the trouble we encountered in Richard started when we met the Howlers. Before that, all the actions of the zombies in Richard were passively unfolding based on our encounters."

"What if our target isn't the library, but the Richard Town gun shop? Are there bound to be Howlers there?"

"Or perhaps our target is a fruit and vegetable store, and we're trying to find vegetables that haven't yet rotted. Surely there will be screamers there too?"

At this point, Gavin raised his hand and pressed the map, then continued to explain.

"Judging from the current situation, most houses in Richard Town have at least one or two entourages hiding quietly, and for us who were completely unaware of this environment, it is undoubtedly like walking into a spider web woven by zombies."

"If we describe our encounter with the zombies in Richard Town as a war, then the zombies undoubtedly have a complete advantage. So, despite having the upper hand, they can only passively react to our actions?"

"Even if there is a zombie leader with the ability to command, if he cannot urge and control the zombies to attack on their own initiative, and cannot devise various temporary tactics for us, then he is essentially no different from having no wisdom at all."

"Moreover, even for us living people, progress in the mind is a chasm that is difficult to cross."

At this point, Gavin pointed to his temple.

"For me, the fact that there are multiple types of zombies doesn't feel too strange, after all, we have already proven that zombies are another kind of living creature."

"Living organisms divide themselves into different roles, just like we humans have different jobs, or like a porter quitting his job to deliver packages. There's nothing strange about that."

"So what is surprising?"

"For example, an uneducated middle-aged porter suddenly gains the ability to analyze advanced mathematics, or a chef who owns a restaurant suddenly closes down the restaurant and becomes Musk's chief engineer, leading the Starlink project."

"These are the real evolutionary states of the mind, but have any of you heard of similar examples? After all, the improvement of intelligence and the mind is a gap that even billions of years of biological evolution cannot bridge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin gently tapped the table, then drew everyone's attention to the map.

"Alright, guys, stop wasting our brains trying to figure out if zombies have brains."

"Even if they have brains, they must have their own behavioral logic and life patterns. What we need to do is explore and discover those patterns, summarize them, and turn them into tools for defense against and against zombies!"

From this point on, Gavin stopped chatting with his teammates and continued speaking seriously to everyone.

"There have been enough problems this morning, and it's already around 10:40, so we won't be continuing our fieldwork this morning. We'll be resting until after lunch."

"However, this afternoon, Eugene replaced Steve to take charge of restoring the power source at home. Eugene, you know how to connect electricity, right?"

"no problem."

Eugene nodded to Gavin and smiled.

"If you ask me to repair the entire power plant, I don't have the skills, but I do have some experience with small things like connecting electricity."

"Alright, Steve, Madison, Nikita, this afternoon we'll continue our operation and explore Richard Town one more time."

At this point, Gavin glanced at Madison and Nikita, and asked softly.

"So, do you two have any objections or questions? If so, say them immediately!"

"No, what problem could I have? I was just thinking of going back to get revenge on those damn zombies!"

Madison growled as he answered Gavin.

Nikita swallowed hard and unconsciously looked at his hands.

Noticing Nikita's hesitation, Gavin pressed on.

“Nikita, if you’re feeling stressed, take a half-day break at home, or…”

"No, I'm fine with it, but I need to sit in the front passenger seat. I don't want to get carsick this time!"

Nikita suddenly looked up and interrupted Gavin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but smile and nod.

"No problem, we'll just have to make Old Mike suffer a little. Besides, we'll be using armored vehicles this afternoon."

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but rub his hair.

When facing zombies, he originally didn't want to use the treasures in his garage, namely the bulletproof monster Pikachu, which is worth an average of over 1.5 million dollars.

Gavin planned to wait until longer after the apocalypse before using that valuable resource to deal with human problems.

But given the situation today, Gavin had to admit that if they had been driving an armored car this morning, they could have simply crawled inside and opened a crack in the window wide enough for their guns to stick out, and had withstood the zombie attacks until they ran out of bullets.

Of course, this is just a joke. After all, even if the armored vehicle is completely surrounded by hundreds of zombies, the zombies would definitely be able to overturn the vehicle.

Even driving an armored car doesn't guarantee absolute safety, but in any case, an armored car is definitely safer than a regular car.

Gavin now has an even greater need for security!
"An armored vehicle?"

Eugene, standing nearby, immediately grinned regretfully.

"Damn it, why did I have to suffer this awful injury? I want to drive a bulletproof car and show off too!"

"What are you showing off? Who are you showing it to? Me, the car owner?"

Gavin interrupted Eugene with a laugh, then continued gesturing on the map.

"Regarding the afternoon's action plan, there's nothing special to it. For now, all we need to do is use the most basic method: gradually move around the edge of the town, clear out the houses one by one, and gather as much information as possible about the zombies!"

"On the one hand, we need to verify whether attacking a single resident will trigger a chain reaction among other residents."

"On the other hand, I'm more looking forward to encountering a few new howlers and trying to figure out the general pattern of howler locations based on their positions."

"Logically speaking, the howler should at least stay in a position that can attract the most visitors."

"But the howlers we encountered were not in the very center of the town. Perhaps that means the howlers' voices were not enough to cover the whole town, or perhaps the howlers relied more on the extra noises caused by the movement of the residents to trigger a chain reaction throughout the town's horde of zombies."

"In short, we have a lot of things to verify. From this afternoon until Richard Town is cleared out, we'll be extremely busy!"

"As for whether Richard Town is worth our time, I think it certainly is, whether it's for the library in Richard Town, the radio and police equipment at the Richard Police Station, or the gun shop in Richard Town..."

"Ha, a gun shop!"

Suddenly, Steve couldn't help but cheer. After cheering, he quickly put his hands on the table and laughed.

"Boss, Pirlo's gun shop has a lot of useful stuff. Besides grenades and body armor, he even has proper machine guns and RPGs. Of course, he keeps those things very well hidden, and he never sells them publicly."

"Of course!"

Upon hearing Steve's words, Gavin laughed and pointed to his chest.

“I know this better than you do, Steve. After all, Pirlo, who runs the gun shop, has always seen me as a big money-maker.”

"When I came back last time, Pirlo even showed me his shopping list during the party."

"Unfortunately, I didn't have much interest in high-powered weapons back then, and I didn't want to have a bunch of explosives at home. Besides, most of the guns he had came from the militia, which wasn't high-profile enough, so I only bought a lot of bullets from him."

"But a guy like him who always likes to sell explosives to big clients must have plenty of explosives in his shop and warehouse!"

After saying that, Gavin pointed to the table and emphasized one last thing.

"In short, when we explore in the afternoon, the car must be kept running at all times, and all doors must be open so that we can get in and out at any time. Of course, someone must always be in the driver's seat."

"That's all for now. Everyone, take a rest. If anyone wants to go for a drive around the area, feel free to go for a quick look around our territory."

"Lunch will be served promptly at 12:00 PM, and the operation will commence promptly at 1:30 PM. That's all for now!"

After saying that, Gavin stood up from the sofa and strode outside.

Behind him, the group exchanged glances, and Madison immediately nudged Steve and Eugene's arms, laughing.

"Guys, I have an idea. Would you like to hear about it?"

"You guys talk. I'm planning to get some medicine from Old Bert. I think I have a bruise on my right shoulder. I can't let the injury get worse and cause trouble for future operations, so I won't participate."

Nikita waved to Steve and the other two, then walked over to old Bert's door and knocked.

Seeing Nikita walk away, Madison quickly put his arm around Steve and Eugene and whispered something.

"Guys, I have an idea..."

Meanwhile, Gavin came over to William, checked on the raptors, and played with the dogs that came close to him for a bit.

Seeing Gavin approach, William quickly looked up and asked.

"Boss, are you in a hurry to get a car? I can get it done in fifteen minutes at most!"

"No rush, buddy. Besides, it's almost eleven o'clock. I don't have any other plans this morning."

As Gavin responded, he brought his dogs to the front window of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

His gaze also fell on the broken car window.

Noticing Gavin's gaze, William pondered for a moment, then gave a wry smile and said to Gavin.

"Boss, are you worried about the car window?"

"There's nothing to worry about. After all, even without car windows, we can weld an iron plate with an observation port onto the front of the car to strengthen our defenses."

"I'm just a little disappointed that I'm afraid I'll have a hard time driving a car with such a wide field of vision in the future."

Gavin replied with a smile, then patted William on the shoulder.

William nodded understandingly and said...

"Actually, we could find another Dodge Tyrannosaurus Rex, then remove its glass and install it on... uh... never mind..."

At this point, even William himself felt something was off.

So he shook his head and chuckled at himself.

"I was really stupid. Putting aside the issue of the limited Tyrannosaurus Rex, even if we found a new car, why don't we just drive the new car, right, boss?"

“Yeah, buddy, you’re much more perceptive than when I first met you.”

Gavin smiled, picked up the rag next to him, and decided to help William finish the last bit of work.

Seeing Gavin reach out to help, William sighed with emotion, then continued working while saying something.

"I never imagined I'd be working alongside Gavin, and I wonder if I'll even have the chance to be your best man at your wedding!"

"Haha~"

Gavin smiled as he pulled the pedals out of the car and gently wiped them on the grass.

He replied to William as he wiped.

"If I ever have the chance to have a wedding again, how can I be without you as my best man, buddy?"

"Haha, I can't wait!"

William's face flushed slightly, and his hands moved much faster.

Working together, the two finished installing the last pedal in just six or seven minutes.

Looking at the car, which was basically clean, William stared at the bucket and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, boss, has the helicopter from last night still been cleaned? I haven't forgotten the smell of Sariel. Luckily, all the tools are here, I'll go clean the helicopter."

"Then it's hard work for you."

Gavin washed his hands in the river and glanced at William, who was carrying a bucket and walking toward the manor.

Although only three or four days had passed, William's foot had improved considerably, and Gavin strongly suspected that old Bert had tampered with the veterinary medicine.

However, injuries like broken bones require a few more days of rest. Gavin wasn't worried about William being unable to participate in the exploration while staying at home; he was just afraid that William might suddenly slip and cause even bigger trouble while exploring!

While Gavin was pondering this...

Madison, Steve, and Eugene walked toward the garage together.

Once they arrived at the garage, Madison turned on the intercom and spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, can you see us? The three of us are planning to drive around for a bit."

"Go ahead, keep an eye on your surroundings on the way, and report any incidents immediately."

Gavin waved to them, and the three of them immediately drove off for a spin in their KABH Shield.

Gavin glanced in the direction they were heading; they were driving towards the resort area.

Damn it, did these three guys go fishing?

Gavin couldn't help but chuckle, and then, surrounded by the dogs, he approached the cows.

Seeing Gavin approach, Sariel stopped what he was doing, forced himself to stand up, and greeted Gavin solemnly.

"Don Gavin!"

"What the hell?"

Hearing Sariel's address, Gavin chuckled and sat down nearby, gesturing for him to sit down as well, and said...

"What kind of way are you calling me, buddy? I thought I'd wandered onto the set of The Godfather."

That's right, the way of addressing someone as "Boss Gavin," which is basically a way of addressing them by adding "Don" before their name, originated from the Italian Mafia and spread to all the major gangs in the United States.

For example, in the movie, the Godfather is referred to as Don Corleone.

Seeing Gavin's strange reaction, Sariel sat down, wearily supporting his legs, and continued speaking to Gavin.

“Boss Gavin, maybe I’m a bit too old, but I’ve only seen those old movies. The Godfather is definitely at the top of the list, so I think this way of addressing him is fantastic!”

"And your name is even better, Gavin! Your name represents the White Eagle, the war eagle that the Welsh people worship, and it also represents independence and courage!"

"This may be a sign, Gavin. I believe you can gather more people in the apocalypse and lead us to rebuild our civilization and nation, as the Hawk of War!"

"Haha, okay, I'll try my best to meet your expectations, buddy, but I hope you'll also take it seriously and persevere in meeting my expectations of you!"

Gavin patted Sariel's arm, then wiped his sweat on the cow.

After taking a shower, Sariel still had a slight body odor, but it was much better than before, and Gavin didn't have much of a problem with it.

He continued speaking to Sariel.

"Just as you have expectations of me, so do I for you. Sariel is also a very good name; he is an angel under the throne of God, isn't he?"

"Therefore, I also believe that you can become an angel in our camp, inspiring each and every one of us with your perseverance. At least I can already feel the inspiration you bring!"

"Boss Gavin!"

Upon hearing this, Sariel wiped the sweat from his brow and, with the help of the sweat, brushed the few stray white hairs that had fallen down to his head.

Then, he said to Gavin with emotion.

"I will. Whether you believe it or not, I know I can do it." "Me too!"

Gavin patted Sariel on the shoulder one last time, then went to the side to find some hay for the cattle and horses.

As Gavin approached, Octavian raised his head and whimpered twice, slowly moving closer to Gavin while simultaneously turning his rear end and thighs toward the dogs.

Octavian really dislikes the fluffy things that surround Gavin!

Seeing this, Gavin slapped Octavian's face in an annoyed manner.

In the past day or two, Octavian has undoubtedly lost his temper, whether it's because the quality of the hay is not as good as before or the living environment has deteriorated significantly.

Even though a horse is a horse, does a wild horse die when no one takes good care of it?
But Octavian was just facing this change, so it's normal for him to be a little temperamental.

So he untied Octavian, mounted the horse himself, and rode around the meadows surrounding the estate a few times.

Incidentally, he also let Octavian run wild a few times to unleash Octavian's natural instincts.

While he was walking his horse at the manor.

On the Kaibaihe Battle Shield in the direction of the resort, Madison, holding the steering wheel, said with a smile.

"Guys, I've had this idea for a while now, because I'll never forget the shock I felt when I first saw that suit of armor!"

"But the boss seems to have forgotten about the armor and hasn't taken us to get it yet. This won't do!"

"So let's surprise him! Bring back that sparkly treasure and put it in the most prominent place in the living room!"

At this point, Madison, with his left hand on the steering wheel, gave Eugene and Steve a high-five with his right.

After the high-five, Steve grinned and said...

"Should we put it in the most prominent place in the lobby? I have a spot I can recommend. What do you think about us putting it next to Gavin's sofa?"

"good idea!"

Eugene immediately nodded, and then continued Steve's suggestion.

"Doesn't the eldest brother like to lean against the left armrest of the big central sofa the most...?"

"That's the right-hand armrest!"

Madison interrupted Eugene.

Upon hearing this, Eugene kicked the back of Madison's chair in annoyance and said.

“I know he’s leaning against the right side of the sofa, but when we look at him, isn’t that the left side?”

"Anyway, that's not important. What do you think about us putting the armor over there by the armrest?"

"He always liked to lean there and discuss various plans with us. In the future, when we look at him, we can also admire his exquisite armor."

"That way, we won't have to worry about where to look when he's angry!"

"Hmm?" ×2
Upon hearing Eugene's words, Madison and Steve immediately looked at him.

After noticing Madison's gaze, Steve immediately nudged his shoulder.

"Drive well!"

"Okay~"

Madison quickly continued looking at the road and took a look at the surrounding environment.

Steve then turned to Eugene and asked.

"So you also have times when you're afraid, observing your hands?"

"You're talking nonsense! I was just giving an example. Damn it, I'm not one of you bootlickers. I'm not afraid of him!"

Eugene retorted loudly, and at the same time, the Keberheath Shield rushed into old Bert's yard.

Just as the three were about to get out of the car, Steve suddenly remembered something and quickly grabbed Madison and said something.

"Old Mike, stay in the car, don't turn it off, and don't forget what the boss said: caution comes first!"

"No problem~"

Madison sat back in the driver's seat and waved to Steve and his companion, who then rushed into the villa and ran to the room where the armor was located.

Looking at everything in the armory, Eugene excitedly admired the magnificent suit of armor.

Steve kicked the ammunition box on the ground and said...

"Let's move all the bullets while we're at it, it's just a quick thing to do, and so are the guns."

"no problem."

Thus, the move officially began. After Eugene and his companion made three or four trips, Madison asked Eugene to drive and relieved him of his duties.

After all, Eugene's small stature isn't suited for this kind of work; he should stick to being a ranged assassin.

Madison and Steve carried the ammunition boxes for over twenty minutes, filling almost the entire warehouse.

Finally, Steve and Eugene carefully lifted the frame supporting the armor and managed to move the suit of armor, which had been sitting there, out of the room while keeping it upright.

But after the armor was delivered to the vehicle, the two of them encountered a problem.

This thing can't just be kept in the warehouse.

On the one hand, although the structure of the KABH Battle Shield is the same as that of a pickup truck, the KABH is an all-terrain, all-round bulletproof armored off-road vehicle.

Although its cargo space is no smaller than that of a pickup truck, its cargo space has a lid!

The three of them studied the armor for a while before carefully placing it horizontally on the back seat.

As for where people sit?

"Cough cough, you bastard, you better not sit too accurately!"

Steve, sitting in the passenger seat, said helplessly to Eugene, who was sitting on his lap.

Unfortunately, Madison was too big to be squeezed in with others, so he was put in the driver's seat.

As for Eugene...

Eugene shifted his legs unhappily in Steve's arms, then got up and moved his bottom, grinning mischievously.

"Don't fucking think that just because you named yourself Captain America, I'll throw myself at you. If I had a choice, I'd rather lie in the warehouse than put my ass on your crotch..."

hum hum...

"Ok?"

Just as Eugene finished speaking, a few sounds suddenly came from afar, causing him to pause in surprise.

Beneath him, Steve's eyes widened, and he quickly stuck his ear out of the car window to listen.

A moment later, Steve said excitedly.

"Great, that's the engine of a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy! Someone's riding a motorcycle this way!"

"Fuck, haha, there's an unexpected bonus! Old Mike, hurry up and drive, let's pull over!!!"

Eugene immediately patted Madison's arm excitedly, while Madison sped off, driving the Kerberus Shield at high speed.

Steve stomped his foot hard on the ground and laughed loudly as he cursed.

“I knew our numbers would keep growing, buddy. Maybe one day we’ll be able to gather a few thousand armed men and take over the whole of Texas and America!”

"And the guy riding a Harley Fat Boy motorcycle is at least a decent-looking tough guy!"

"Hey!"

Seeing the excited Steve, Eugene quickly punched him in the chest and cursed.

"Go easy on me, don't ruin the bear skin!"

Indeed, the unique features of the Kaibaihe War Shield, besides being entirely handcrafted and being the only armored vehicle that can be registered in China, are...

It also features a crocodile-skin roof trim and a plush, luxurious carpet made from a single bear skin!
Eugene is a car enthusiast, and he was really worried that Steve would step on the bear skin and break the fur.

Steve rolled up the car window and pulled out his gun, saying...

"Stop talking nonsense, who cares about a bearskin? Tell the boss to bring a fast car over here!"

“If the survivor sees us and doesn’t stop to chat, but instead runs away, I’m worried our car won’t be able to catch him!”

That's right, when the Kaibaihe Shield was an armored SUV, it was basically a perfect vehicle.

But what if you want to use it for racing?
Stop kidding me. Whose car can withstand an RPG bombardment and outrun a motorcycle?

The KABER Shield is almost the fastest armored vehicle, with a top speed of 180 kilometers per hour.

Although the Harley-Davidson Fat Boy motorcycle wasn't very fast, its top speed was at least 250 kilometers per hour. If the survivors were determined to escape, they would have absolutely no chance of catching up!
Upon hearing Steve's words, Eugene quickly turned on the walkie-talkie and shouted to Gavin.

"Boss, this is Eugene. We heard the voice of a survivor in the resort area. He's riding a Harley Fatso!"

"But we haven't met him yet, so we don't know if he's easy to talk to. You'd better drive a fast and powerful car and come over in person!"

"I see!"

At that moment, Gavin didn't even need to react; he turned his horse around and charged straight for the garage.

At the same time, Winnie, who was on guard duty, heard the message on the walkie-talkie and ran to the garage with Nikita!

By the time Gavin stopped the horse in front of the garage door, Winnie and Nikita had already opened it.

Gavin didn't say much to the two of them. He glanced around the garage and chose to ride a Neiman Marcus.

The survivor is riding a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy, so he should also like this Neiman Marcus motorcycle, which is worth over 11 million dollars and is limited to only 45 units worldwide!
After all, although the Neiman Marcus and Harley Fat Boy are priced very differently, their styles are quite similar, both belonging to the rugged motorcycle category.

At the same time, Nikita walked toward Gavin with his gun in his hand, shouting.

"Together we will!"

"I'll let it slide this time, because Neiman Marcus never gives rides, little girl~"

Gavin shook his head at Nikita from a distance, then, with only time to put on his helmet, started his motorcycle and sped off towards the resort.

Although Neiman Marcus is much slower than racing cars, he can still easily reach speeds of 300 kilometers per hour.

As Gavin began his operation, he headed towards the resort area.

The sound of the motorcycle was approaching, and then its engine was drowned out by the exceptionally deep engine sound of the Kaibaihe Battle Shield!

Steve had no choice but to lower the window by a few centimeters to listen as much as possible to the sounds from afar.

"Madison, head to the highway!"

"no problem!"

Madison accelerated all the way, and the engine noise became more and more frantic.

After they officially entered the highway, they saw a Harley-Davidson Fat Boy make a U-turn in the distance and speed off into the distance.

"Hey! Shit! He really got away!"

Eugene cursed in annoyance, then quickly shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, I saw him, but he turned around and started running. You'd better hurry up and catch up with him!"

Gavin did not respond to Eugene's words. He was wearing a helmet, which was inconvenient for him, and he was already driving at over 200 km/h, and was even continuing to accelerate!
On the other hand, Madison also upgraded the Kerber Shield to around eighty.

They then noticed that the distance between the tank and the motorcycle was not increasing; on the contrary, the distance between the two vehicles was rapidly decreasing!
After confirming that they were gradually approaching the Kebern's Shield, Steve laughed excitedly.

"Haha, it seems the newcomer has no ill intentions towards us, only wariness. The five or six hundred meters he's keeping from us is probably a preparation for us to fire!"

“If we shoot him, he’ll run away fast, but if we just get close to him, I reckon he’ll stop and talk to us soon!”

As Steve put the pistol back into its holster, he accidentally bumped into Eugene's thigh on the way.

Eugene then placed the rifle on the back of the seat and drew his pistol, saying...

"You better not touch me up, cowboy. I'm afraid you'll regret it later. And don't always think so highly of people. There might be more people hiding behind this survivor. Maybe the guy on the Harley is just bait to lure us in!"

"Stop joking, Red Hair. The apocalypse has only been going on for four days. How could they possibly get together so easily? Besides, even if it's a movie, we'll still be fighting to the death over food for at least a few months!"

In the driver's seat, Madison shouted to Eugene as he accelerated.

Then, just as Steve had predicted, when they accelerated without firing, the Harley-Davidson fat guy a few hundred meters away also began to slow down slowly.

As they got closer, Eugene took a look through his binoculars and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Aha, fucking! Guess what I saw? I actually saw a crossbow on that guy's back! Does he think he's some kind of crossbowman? Hahahaha!"

"Alright, Eugene, that guy does look like a tough guy. In this freezing weather, his leather jacket isn't even zipped up!"

Steve interrupted Eugene and then rolled down the car window.

Despite the strong wind blowing into the car, Steve stuck his head out, pressed his cowboy hat down, and shouted ahead.

"Hey! Guy! We're field agents from Camp Gavin... we don't mean you any harm!"

As he finished speaking, the person on the motorcycle in front seemed to have vaguely heard something, so the person turned around to look, and then accelerated slightly.

"Fuck, this bastard is a redhead just like me, and he's sped up again!"

Eugene continued cursing as he pulled Steve back.

"And you, you fucking get back here, don't stick your head out, what if he shoots you!"

"Are you kidding me? Nobody can be that accurate!"

As Steve answered, he eventually pulled his head back into the car and rolled up the window.

Hearing Steve's words, Eugene grumbled and put down his binoculars in reply.

"Who says there isn't? I just experienced that a few days ago. The Scar fired three shots in quick succession, and the bullets flew right over my head every time. I rarely experience that kind of thrill even in war. That bastard was as accurate as a war god!"

"Stop talking, Eugene, he's stopped the car!"

In the driver's seat, Madison yelled loudly, then quickly slowed down, preparing to stop the car in front of the motorcycle.

Meanwhile, the survivor on the motorcycle drew his heavy crossbow and aimed it at the shield, then took two steps back and stood next to a sign.

Inside the car, as Madison slowed down, Steve looked ahead and shouted.

"Look at his location, isn't that our signpost?"

"That's right, this bastard led us to this sign. It seems he came here specifically for us, but he's still unsure of our identities!"

Madison responded excitedly, and then boldly parked the car only twenty meters away from the motorcycle.

The moment the car stopped, Eugene opened the door, jumped out, and stood behind the bulletproof door.

He pointed his pistol at the ground and shouted to the survivors from a distance.

"Hey buddy, you've got the place. We're Gavin's men, and we're the ones who put up that sign!"

"Put the gun down. Nobody believes your stupid talk. Don't think you're safe just because you're hiding behind a car. If I wanted to, I could easily shoot your ankle!"

As soon as Eugene finished speaking, the survivor holding the crossbow fired an arrow.

The arrow was incredibly fast and made almost no sound. By the time Eugene noticed it, it was already stuck in a small patch of ground right between his feet.

Eugene was slightly taken aback, then quickly raised his pistol, aimed at the crossbowman, and began to curse.

"You fucking shot me, you bastard! Do you believe I can blow your head off with one shot, you lunatic!"

"Ha! The moment I saw you, I knew you were a bastard son of a bitch! There wasn't a single good word written on your face! Now you've finally shown your filthy nature!"

The crossbowman roared at Eugene, while quickly putting down his composite crossbow and drawing his pistol.

At the same time, Eugene stared blankly for a moment, then turned around and said fiercely to Steve.

"Did you hear that? Fuck you, this idiot is insulting my appearance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene quickly pointed his pistol at the crossbowman again, while shouting a curse at him.

"You fucking bitch bastard, I'll count to three, put the gun down right now, or I'll shoot! One!"

"If you really only want to recruit people, then you should put down your guns, because you outnumber them and have the upper hand, you shorty!"

The crossbowman immediately cursed at Eugene.

"Besides, the sign says you're Gavin's men, but where's Gavin? How am I supposed to know if you're telling the truth? You might just kidnap me and cut my scalp off."

"Fuck you, we're not some old Indian turtledoves, damn it!"

Eugene immediately retorted, finding the red-haired man on the other side increasingly unpleasant to look at!
Steve then got out of the passenger seat and grabbed Eugene's arm.

"Hey Eugene, don't get excited. Let him see Madison, and he'll believe us!"

Just as Steve was speaking, Madison got out of the car.

He poked his head out, placed his large face on the bulletproof car door, and shouted to the crossbowmen from a distance.

“Hey man, look at me. I’m Madison Konasek, Gavin’s former teammate, and now I work for Gavin!”

"Fuck you niggers! I can't tell your black faces apart! I want to see Gavin!"

The crossbowman immediately responded, and his words made Madison's eyes turn red.

"Fake!"

Madison turned around and shouted angrily at Steve.

"He not only attacked Eugene's appearance, he also attacked my skin color. This is absolutely insane!"

(End of this chapter)