Doomsday America

Chapter 114 The Thirteenth Man and a Revisit to Richardtown (10k)

"Alright, Madison, stop arguing with the survivors outside. They're not like us; who knows how hard they've been!"

Hearing Madison's angry curses, Steve helplessly tried to smooth things over, then shouted to the crossbowmen from a distance.

"Hey buddy over there, you win. Gavin is on his way and will be here soon. We can just wait here for a bit!"

"Wait my ass, damn it, I'm going to kill him with my own hands!"

Eugene interrupted Steve and then continued to berate the crossbowman from a distance on Steve's behalf.

"You idiot with the crossbow, I'm about to count to two, put the gun down or I'll blow your basket to smithereens!"

"Bullshit, your bragging gives me a headache. Otherwise, I'll count to three for you! Come on! If you've got the guts, get out of the car and kill me!"

The crossbowman retorted with a disdainful curse.

Upon hearing this, Eugene immediately flew into a rage and roared as he continued to curse.

"If you're so tough, then don't hide behind a motorcycle!"

"Don't hide behind the car door either!"

"Fuck you, you think I'm afraid of you? Come at me if you dare!"

"If you're not afraid, then fucking come out from behind the door!"

"Come here!"

"Come out!"

In the blink of an eye, within the span of a few words, Madison had not yet had time to recover from the hurdle of racial discrimination.

He could only watch helplessly as Eugene and the crossbowman opposite him began a pointless exchange of insults, like dogs separated by a door...

The two were arguing so fast and fiercely that Steve tried several times to join in, but couldn't manage to get a word in edgewise.

Seeing that the two were getting more and more into their argument, Steve sighed heavily, then grabbed Eugene by the shoulder and pulled him hard.

"Come out here!" the crossbowman on the other side was still yelling.

"You... Holy crap... How did I get out here?"

Eugene was stunned, because Steve pulled him out of the car!
He stared blankly at the bulletproof car door, then quickly glared at the crossbowman and continued to curse.

"Fuck you, did you see that? I'm out now, come at me if you dare!"

"Fuck you, you shorty, you think I wouldn't dare!"

Seeing that Eugene was completely exposed to his view, the crossbowman immediately put down his pistol, casually jumped over his motorcycle, and walked towards Eugene while cursing.

Immediately afterwards...

The crossbowman walked right up to Eugene, and the two began to stare at each other.

Looking at the crossbowman less than half a meter away from him, Eugene hesitated, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The crossbowman seemed to feel the same way. He had been holding back his anger, but when he stood in front of Eugene, he didn't know what to say.

Looking at the two redheads who had fallen silent...

Yes, the crossbowman is taller than Eugene, probably over 1.85 meters.

In short, after staring at the two silent men for a long time, Madison finally asked Steve in a low voice.

"Steve, aren't you being a bit impulsive? What if he actually shoots?"

"Shoot? Based on how loudly they're arguing? Don't be ridiculous! A dog that bites doesn't bark!"

Steve responded immediately.

"Didn't you grow up on the streets of Chicago? Haven't you ever seen Chicago gangsters showing off their toughness to each other? When it comes to actually shooting, nobody's in the mood for trash talk!"

After Steve finished speaking, he took out cigarettes from his pocket and gave one to Eugene and the crossbowman.

When Steve offered him a cigarette, the crossbowman opened his mouth, then remained silent for a long while.

Immediately afterwards, the crossbowman did not take the tobacco, but instead ran back to his motorcycle, opened the storage box, took out a plastic package, and pulled out a few hand-rolled tobaccos.

Holding the hand-rolled cigarette, the crossbowman reluctantly handed the cigarette to Eugene and Steve, while putting his pistol back into his waistband.

"Only sissies smoke your stuff, this is what real men should smoke!"

As he finished speaking, he reluctantly offered his hand-rolled cigarette to Eugene.

Seeing this, Eugene frowned, took the hand-rolled cigarette, sniffed it, and cursed.

"Damn, it tastes pretty fresh. Did you grow it yourself?"

"You guessed right, I did plant them myself, but I only planted a few. If you want more, I don't have any!"

The crossbowman responded and promptly lit a cigarette.

Across from him, Eugene grinned as he watched the crossbowman puffing on a cigarette.

"I advise you to save your grass for when you die, otherwise, with your grass-fueled brain, I dare not let you stand behind me with a gun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene reached out without hesitation and precisely pinched the cigarette burning in the crossbowman's mouth.

Enduring the slight burning sensation, Eugene quickly stubbed out his cigarette and then stuffed Steve's regular cigarette into the crossbowman's mouth.

Seeing this, the crossbowman stared blankly at the extinguished grass and cursed at Eugene in annoyance.

"No way, man, don't tell me you guys don't allow sex!"

"If you want to get high, then wait until you're resting at night to get high secretly, don't get high before you take action during the day!"

Eugene patted the crossbowman on the shoulder, then pointed at Madison.

"Stop talking nonsense, you crossbow guy, come over and introduce yourself, this is Old Mike."

"Well, I actually know you. I've seen you play basketball. As for what I just said, if you mind, I don't want to apologize."

Following Eugene's introduction, the crossbowman, looking rather grumpy, made a casual remark to Old Mike.

Upon hearing this, Old Mai was so angry that his teeth clenched.

"I'm fucking playing rugby!"

"Haha, did you get angry? Okay, I'm a fan of Gavin. I know you're his teammate. What I said before was just a joke. I apologize, okay?"

The crossbowman finally apologized to Old Mike and shook his hand.

Eugene then pointed to Steve and continued explaining to the crossbowmen.

"That's the ranch's chief cowboy, Captain America Steve!"

"Wuhu, that's an impressive name! I grew up reading Captain America comics!"

The crossbowman was much more enthusiastic this time, and his enthusiasm for Steve made Old Man's face darken even more.

Steve shrugged indifferently and shook hands with the crossbowman.

After introducing the other two, Eugene patted the crossbowman on the shoulder and said softly.

"As for me, Eugene Lampard, I used to coast through my time in the army, and then I made a living at Ennis's house. What about you?"

"Martin Kenyon, professional hunter."

As Martin answered, he stuffed the hexa back into his pocket and then patted Eugene on the shoulder.

Upon hearing Martin's self-introduction, Steve was slightly taken aback and said to Martin with amusement.

"What the hell is a professional hunter, buddy? Can't anyone register for that? I remember there are over three million female hunters registered in the US alone, right?"

"Hey!"

Hearing Steve's words, Martin gave Steve the middle finger with disdain and cursed.

"Don't compare me to those guys who just register casually to dabble in this. Brother, I'm a forest conservation technician. I've participated in dozens of hunts to capture large wild animals alive, and I regularly contribute to the BBC. I'm a professional!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin grinned, then went back to his motorcycle and pulled out a slightly worn magazine.

He turned back and flipped to page eleven of the magazine, where, sure enough, there was a photo of him with an albino bison!

"Fuck!"

Looking at the photos in the magazine, Eugene was immediately filled with envy.

He had assumed that the red-haired guy riding the Harley across from him was just another loser like himself.

But she's been featured in a magazine!

And the names of professional hunters and forest conservation technicians sound so damn prestigious!
Looking at the spirited Martin in the magazine, Madison, not far away, spit out a mouthful of saliva and spat it to the side.

Seeing this, Martin looked at Madison with displeasure and asked.

"What are you doing, buddy? If you just got shoved into a corner with milk, go find a corner and clean yourself up. Be careful not to spit it into my magazine!"

"Fuck you, Red-haired Hunter, how many years have you kept this magazine? I bet it's been at least eight years. Do you really not know when you'll be featured in it again?!"

Madison gave Martin the middle finger with disdain, then pointed to Martin in the picture.

Indeed, Martin in the magazine looked eight or nine years younger than the Martin we know today.

Hearing Madison's words, Martin was slightly taken aback, and then, as if touched by some unseen force, he immediately rushed towards Madison.

But before he could get close to Old Mac, Eugene grabbed him and forcefully pushed him away.

After shoving Martin away, Eugene turned around and patted Madison's arm.

"Don't take his bullshit to heart. That piece of shit probably just got high not long ago. Luckily, he only got high on grass, or he probably would have run himself over and killed himself."

While Eugene was calming Madison down, Steve took over for Eugene and stopped Martin, who still wanted to fight Madison, while cursing at Martin.

"Hey, you red-haired bitch, Gavin doesn't like scumbags who smoke high-flying stuff. If you want to join us, you'd better quit that stuff, or at least don't smoke it in front of the boss during the day!"

"what?"

Upon hearing Steve's words, Martin narrowed his eyes in confusion and asked incredulously.

"What the hell are you talking about? Doesn't Gavin like to have sex? Stop kidding me. All those celebrities and athletes, which one of them doesn't have some of this stuff at their parties? There are no exceptions. How could he possibly..."

Just as Martin finished speaking, the faint sound of an engine suddenly came from afar.

Upon hearing the voice, Steve grinned, Eugene let out a sigh of relief, and Madison gritted his teeth.

Across from him, Martin squinted, keenly observing the subtle changes in the three people's expressions.

The mere sound of the engine was enough to make those three bastards feel like they'd found their backbone.

This change made Martin involuntarily nervous. He scratched his red hair and pursed his lips warily.

Steve grinned and said...

"Ha, the boss is here. Looks like you don't need to deal with us anymore~"

After saying that, Steve patted Martin on the shoulder heavily, smoking a cigarette as he waited for Gavin to approach.

Meanwhile, from a distance, Gavin saw Eugene and his two companions surrounding a red-haired man.

Steve waved to him from a distance.

Seeing this, Gavin slowed down, took off his helmet, and steered his motorcycle to a stop beside the group.

The moment the motorcycle stopped, Gavin got off and casually tossed his helmet onto the motorcycle.

Gavin strode up to the crowd, casually reached into Madison's pocket, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and then spoke while puffing out smoke.

"You guys seem to be having a good time, all gathered together smoking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin extended his hand to Martin, who grasped it with slightly trembling hands.

“Hey… Gavin…I…I…”

He held Gavin's hand tightly, reluctant to let go, his face flushed with excitement, and even his previous arrogance had vanished when he spoke.

Looking at Martin's expression, Gavin chuckled and couldn't help but sniff him. Then he released Martin's hand and continued to ask with a smile.

"Dude, are you high?"

"what?"

Martin was taken aback by Gavin's question, and quickly took the grass out of his pocket again, excitedly pulling it out and handing it to Gavin as if presenting a treasure.

Want one?

"You fucking bastard, hahaha~"

Martin's appearance amused Gavin, who gently slapped Martin's hand away, slapped the straw roll to the ground, and then crushed it with his foot to practice his martial arts.

Seeing the straw rolls trampled to pieces, Martin stared in disbelief, his mouth agape, and asked Gavin.

"No way, Gavin, you're really not into this!"

"What, is it strange that I don't get excited about grass? Well, it is a bit strange in the sports and entertainment industry."

Gavin poked Martin in the chest in an annoyed tone.

As for Martin's high-alcohol remedy...

Well, there are twenty-three states in the United States where it's not illegal to have sex; in those twenty-three states, it's not a crime at all.

Gavin was even certain that Steve and Eugene must have had their share of wild encounters when they were young.

After all, this thing is a trend among young Americans; it's so common.

Texas has a strong ban on phytosanitary herbicide, but what good does that do? Several neighboring states, including Oklahoma, do not ban it.

Even if timid young people in Texas are too scared to have sex in Texas, they can simply take their ID, take a train for a few hours, and travel to a nearby state to buy some sex from a few official stores.

At that point, they can party in front of the state troopers without any problem; the troopers might even ask them for a couple of cigarettes.

Therefore, when faced with this legacy of American history, Gavin only intends to manage the team's future; he cannot delve into the past experiences of each member.

So, after dealing with the straw roll in Martin's hand, Gavin casually put his arm around Martin's shoulder.

"Hey buddy, stop thinking about that junk. A man should be playing with guns and cars more. Come on, take a look at my motorcycle. You like Harley Fatso, right? Well, how about mine?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin, in a very familiar manner, pulled Martin to the front of his motorcycle.

Martin, with a bewildered expression, shifted his gaze back and forth between Gavin and Motorcycle.

After glancing at it more than a dozen times, Martin finally turned his gaze away from the motorcycle and asked Gavin a question.

"Gavin, can I ride one of these things someday?"

"Then you have to tell me your name first!"

Gavin chuckled and patted his arm.

Upon hearing this, Martin quickly introduced himself to Gavin, then eagerly pounced on Neiman Marcus and tentatively asked Gavin a question.

"This is... Neiman Marcus!"

"Yes."

"Three and a half hundred million dollars for Neiman Marcus!"

"It's not that expensive; the 350 million one is a concept product."

"I don't care, it's the most expensive motorcycle in the world anyway, and it's sitting right under my ass, I...I..."

"Haha, alright buddy, once you get to our camp, you'll have plenty of opportunities to ride these big toys."

Gavin chuckled and kicked Neiman Marcus's tire. At the same time, while Martin was focused on the motorcycle, he turned and exchanged glances with Steve and the other two.

At that moment, Madison spat in annoyance, Steve nodded almost imperceptibly, and Eugene grinned wickedly.

Gavin nodded knowingly after seeing the three of them clearly.

Although Madison seemed to have some reservations, the three of them were generally accepting of Martin.

After confirming the three men's attitudes, Gavin turned to look at Martin's Harley Fatso.

That is, the Harley-Davidson motorcycle that Schwarzenegger rode in the Terminator movies.

This motorcycle has been the best-selling motorcycle in the United States for 28 consecutive years, and its popularity is undeniable. It is also the first choice for entry-level tough guys in the United States.

As for why it's an entry-level tough guy?
Once a tough guy gets into the swing of things, he starts to get into the custom motorcycle culture. If he doesn't make his motorcycle unique, can he be called an American tough guy?
Of course, once they upgrade to the level of hardcore tough guys, they start chasing after all sorts of older models.

Putting aside his chaotic thoughts, Gavin returned to Martin's side and asked him with a light laugh.

"So, buddy, want to join my camp?"

"Join your camp... Can I drive this nice car as much as I want?"

Martin asked Gavin impatiently, and Gavin simply nodded.

"of course."

"That's great! Haha, I was planning to come find you anyway. I saw the sign you put up on the road this morning, and that's what I wanted to do!"

"You're my idol, you're the idol of every tough guy and macho man in America! Of course, there are more girls who love you, but I guarantee we tough guys admire you more than any of those girls, buddy!"

Martin shouted as he jumped off the motorcycle and gave Gavin's hand a firm shake.

Then, before Gavin could ask about his background and experience, he couldn't wait to tell Gavin.

"I've joined, but what constitutes official membership? Is it considered official now? Are there any conditions?"

"By the way, I'm not alone. The day before yesterday, an insurance salesman contacted me. I owe him a lot, because that's how I found out this damn world has finally ended!"

"I……"

"Wait? What did you say? There are more than just yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin quickly interrupted Martin and asked him a question.

In response to Gavin's question, Martin nodded readily and explained in rapid succession.

“That’s right, Gavin. I also have an insurance salesman in my family, but he’s a coward. He’s been hiding in my RV ever since he saw me and he’s too scared to leave.”

“I’m from Los Angeles, but every hunting season I go west and I know a lot of good places to camp temporarily.”

"Besides, you just won another championship in the last few days! That's an unbelievable five-peat! You're practically a god in the world of rugby!"

"So I made a special trip here to celebrate, went to Dallas and drank beer for two whole days before returning to my forest camp near Moore Airport to rest for a day."

"Maybe I drank too much alcohol. I had a bad cold those few days. After I recovered, that insurance salesman inexplicably came to my RV and told me that the end of the world was coming. He even said that he and I were Moses chosen by God, haha~" At this point, Martin smiled and reached out to Gavin, seemingly wanting to pat Gavin on the shoulder.

But after a brief hesitation, he still didn't dare to take the picture, so he awkwardly put his hand down and asked.

"How about it, Gavin? I'll take you to my campsite. Let me bring my RV over!"

"can."

Gavin accepted Martin's invitation without hesitation.

Seeing Gavin agree so readily, Steve and his two companions, who were not far away, were slightly taken aback.

At the same time, after receiving a response, Martin immediately went back to his motorcycle and glanced at the fuel gauge.

Steve and his two companions seized the opportunity and quickly gathered around Gavin, with Madison being the first to ask Gavin a question.

"Boss, are we just going to go with him like this? Are you sure this isn't a trap?"

"So what if it's a trap? Because a trap also represents many more people, doesn't it?"

Gavin answered decisively, then pointed to the KABH shield, which was bulletproof and could also protect against non-armor-piercing grenades, and laughed.

"Besides, we have that big guy; ordinary gunmen can't get the better of us."

At this point, Gavin patted Madison's arm.

"Old Mike, relax. No matter what, I don't want to miss any living people."

"Whether Martin leads us into a trap or into new recruits, as long as they're not the kind of guys who need us to wipe their asses every time they go to the toilet, I'll still try to win them over."

"Besides, Moore Airport isn't far from here, only about fifty kilometers away."

At this point, Gavin glanced at the time.

It's already half past eleven.

So he picked up the walkie-talkie, switched to the logistics channel, and said something.

“I am Gavin. I have met up with Eugene and the other two, but the survivor we just met said that there is still one living person in his house.”

"So we'll miss lunchtime. We need to head towards Moore Airport to bring them both back. If all goes well, we should be home by 2 p.m. at the latest."

Plans never keep up with changes, do they?
Even if this trip is destined to delay the afternoon's exploration of Richard Town.

Gavin couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity to give the team two more people!

At this point, Gavin patted Eugene's arm and urged him on.

"Get in the car, guys, let's bring back that cowardly insurance salesman that the professional hunters were talking about."

"Wait, boss!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Madison couldn't help but lean closer to Gavin and whisper something.

"Actually, the three of us can go with him. It's still not safe for you to ride a motorcycle!"

At this point, Madison glanced at Martin from afar. Martin was sitting on his motorcycle, waving to Gavin and the others.

And Gavin.

Hearing Madison's words, he chuckled and shook his head.

"With your armored vehicles here, even if I'm riding a motorcycle, I can quickly find cover in the event of an attack."

"To prevent him from having another chance to shake us off halfway, we really need to bring the motorcycle and the War Shield together."

"That's fine, get in the car quickly, we'll come back for dinner after picking them up, I'm getting a little hungry."

Gavin urged him on, then got back onto his motorcycle on his own.

But just as he put the helmet on his head...

Not far away, Eugene and Steve awkwardly approached the front of the shield, enduring Gavin's idiotic gaze, and stiffly squeezed into the passenger seat.

"What the hell is this?"

Just as Eugene awkwardly sat in Steve's lap before the passenger door closed, Gavin chuckled as he got off the motorcycle and knocked on the War Shield's window.

"Boss..."

Steve lowered the glass and looked awkwardly at Gavin, who glanced at their ambiguous posture and grinned, asking...

"What's going on? Are you two dating, or are you hiding something in the back seat?"

As he spoke, Gavin glanced out the window at the back seat.

When he saw the armor, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, then patted Steve and Eugene on the shoulder.

"So you went to the resort just to get this armor?"

"Fake!"

"It's over!"

"The surprise is over..."

Seeing that Gavin had already discovered the little surprise, Madison and Eugene were immediately disappointed, and even Steve sighed regretfully.

Gavin smiled gratefully and nodded.

"Don't be so disappointed, I'm already pleasantly surprised, whether it's this armor or the way you two are being so intimate it's an eyesore, haha!"

Amidst the laughter, Gavin slammed his hand on the car door, then got back on his motorcycle and rode up to Martin.

Martin glanced enviously at Gavin's motorcycle, then started it and led the way. The group followed him for more than 50 kilometers on the highway away from Dallas.

When everyone arrived at Moore Airport, Gavin saw the signs outside the airport.

This was clearly done by Steve and Eugene. They managed to put the signs this far away in just one afternoon yesterday!
No wonder Martin said he saw the sign!
After everyone passed Moore Airport, Martin left the highway along the airport route.

Instead of approaching the town of Fairfield, which is about twelve kilometers from Moore Airport, he turned onto a fairly well-maintained road and into the dimly lit forest area.

After walking only four kilometers further, Martin led everyone to where he had parked his RV.

Originally, Gavin heard Martin say that he was a professional hunter and lived in the forest.

He genuinely thought Martin would live in a very remote location.

When they arrived, Gavin discovered that Martin's RV was actually less than fifteen meters from the road.

The road was lined with forests on both sides, but there was a river where Martin was camping. The river flowed through the nearby forest, making several bends, with the closest bend being about fifteen meters from the road.

There weren't many trees blocking the way in the dozen or so meters between the road and the river bend, so Martin's RV easily crossed and parked by the river.

In the distance, the sound of more than one vehicle could be heard. At that moment, inside the RV, a slightly balding head was pressed against the window, staring intently at Gavin.

After parking the car, Martin yelled at the RV.

"Host, you fucking get out here and see who I've found!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin walked over to Gavin's side with a carefree grin.

“Gavin, that guy’s name is Horst, and he says he ran away from Fairfield Town.”

"When he found me, I was roasting rabbit by the river, and he stole two of them, haha~"

Amidst laughter, Martin casually shook his leather jacket and strode towards the RV.

He continued shouting as he walked.

"Come on, Horst, stop hiding there, Gavin's here, it's Gavin from the Cowboys!"

At this point, Martin strode to the RV door, pulled it open, and forcefully dragged the bald, dark-haired man out.

Dragged along by Martin, Horst, who was slightly balding but not overweight, reluctantly came to Gavin.

He looked at Gavin with a pained expression and tentatively reached out his hand to Gavin.

Gavin quickly grabbed Horst's hand and shook it, laughing.

“Gavin King, perhaps you’ve seen my face before.”

"Horst Lawrence, I never expected to meet someone like you... a celebrity who was all the rage in America before the apocalypse, after the apocalypse. I'm truly... honored!"

Horst gritted his teeth excitedly and said to Gavin, who smiled, released his hand, and gently patted his arm.

"Your pre-apocalyptic identity won't be of much use in the apocalypse. After all, zombies won't give me any special treatment because of my face. Besides, we'll be seeing each other every day from now on, so you'll get tired of seeing my face eventually."

"How about it? Just come with me. I have a decent survival camp near Richard Town."

"Of course, I wish for it!"

Martin and Horst joined without any hesitation, so Gavin didn't exchange many pleasantries.

As long as it's not a trap, Gavin is waiting to eat.

So he called Eugene and his group over, chatted briefly with Martin and his duo, and then quickly made arrangements to begin their return journey.

Martin and Gavin still rode motorcycles, Horst drove a campervan, and Madison and Steve drove a War Shield.

But Eugene didn't want to sit on Steve's lap anymore, so he climbed into the RV and followed Gavin back to the farm.

After Gavin and his group approached the farm.

From a distance, old Bert, who had replaced Winnie at the sentry post, shared the news of Gavin and his group's return with everyone.

At this point, everyone couldn't help but gather at the entrance of the hall to wait.

Looking at the large estate in front of him, which was almost entirely covered by floor-to-ceiling windows and exuded a modern and technological feel, Martin's eyes practically turned green with envy.

After parking his car in front of the garage, Horst strode out of the car and looked into the hall.

Upon seeing the diverse crowd in the hall, Horst was initially taken aback, then his eyes lit up.

He likes crowded environments. God, who knows how he's been these past two days? Martin is such a brainless chatterbox!

And Martin...

When he saw the waiters in the hall, he couldn't help but shout out.

"Gavin, what's going on with your camp? What kind of combination is this?!"

"Damn old man, troublesome kid, middle-class housewife, Latina girl, typical arrogant white woman, middle-aged fat man, crippled policeman, and the red-haired soldier and redneck cowboy behind you."

"Oh, right, there's also a fucking nigger who loves working out!"

At this point, Martin completely disregarded the fact that he had incurred the wrath of everyone present.

He grabbed Gavin's arm and shouted as he continued.

"The guys in your camp are so damn politically correct, are you trying to run for president of the United States?"

"If so, I will definitely vote for you. Yes, I have the right to vote, I..."

"Shut the fuck up, you idiot!"

Eugene quickly reached out with his boot and kicked Martin hard in the shin.

As Martin stumbled, Eugene grabbed him by the neck and forcefully dragged him into the room.

Steve followed behind them, offering a wry smile to the crowd in the hall who were staring intently at Martin, as if they wanted to devour him whole.

"Guys, the new guy's name is Martin. He's been high on drugs recently, so don't take it personally. Let him cool off first!"

"Ha, hey grass, hey grass is great~"

Upon hearing Steve's words, old Bert chuckled mischievously and pointed to the floor.

"Don't let my veterinary background fool you, I'm quite skilled at treating reading addiction. Lock him in the basement, give him only one meal every three days, and he'll be cured in less than three weeks!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Bert steered his wheelchair toward the stairs, and the wheelchair immediately began its intelligent stair-climbing mode.

Seeing that old Bert was leading the way, Gavin quickly led everyone to the dining table.

Seeing that it was almost 12:40, everyone didn't say much. After a brief introduction of the newcomers, they started eating.

For lunch today, Doris put a lot of effort into preparing several Wellington steaks, which were served with mushroom soup and cheese pasta. Everyone enjoyed the meal immensely.

After a hearty meal, Gavin extended his rest time to 2 p.m., and then had Steve show the two newcomers around the manor.

He then led William and Eugene to sit down in the hall.

Seeing that Gavin had something to say to them, Eugene and William didn't rush to move the bullets and armor from the shield.

Instead, he picked his teeth while listening to Gavin.

Gavin pointed to the third floor, the floor where Steve had shown the two newcomers around, and said.

"Eugene, this afternoon's operation is quite important, so I won't be bringing any new recruits to participate in the exploration."

"Since they're both staying at home, you two should keep an eye on them and try to keep a close eye on them."

"William, this afternoon you go with Martin to sort through the things he left in the car, especially to find out as much of the remaining hemp as possible from his hands."

"If he continues to do that stuff, even if he's willing to do fieldwork, I wouldn't dare let him work with me, damn it!"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but curse.

William nodded heavily, and casually touched his police badge.

Nearby, Eugene grinned and gave Gavin a thumbs-up.

"Don't worry, boss, with me here, no one can cause trouble on our turf!"

"Unless you yourself are the troublemaker, right? Now get your battle shield ready!"

Gavin cursed irritably, and only then did Eugene and William gather everyone together to send the bullets from the shield vehicle to the armory.

As for the armor, just as Eugene had agreed, they placed it next to Gavin's sofa.

Gavin ignored the armor and went to lie down on the sofa to catch up on sleep.

Seeing that Gavin was sleeping soundly, Steve led the two newcomers away from the lobby and arranged for them to have their own rooms, where they began to read zombie survival manuals.

Gavin slept exceptionally soundly, not getting up from the sofa until exactly 2 a.m.

As his daytime work became increasingly busy, and his nighttime sentry duty sacrificed his sleep, Gavin would feel sleepy even by noon.

Meanwhile, Madison, rubbing his eyes, entered the hall fully armed.

Gavin glanced at Madison's appearance; the guy had brazenly wrapped several layers of leather around his arms and calves and had even brought an extra drumstick.

Nikita was still wearing the same outfit as in the morning. She was petite and her strength was average. If she added too much equipment, she probably wouldn't be able to run.

As for Steve, he also switched from rifle to shotgun this time, and it was the same shotgun as Madison's, but he carried two fewer drum magazines than Madison.

After confirming the equipment, Gavin and the three of them checked the weapons together, then strode towards the gate.

On the second-floor corridor, old Bert looked at the crowd and waved to them with a smile.

May you live a brilliant life and die a swift death!

"Live a brilliant life, die a swift death!"

Gavin gave a solemn reply, then strode out.

As they left, Eugene, with two newcomers, leaned against the railing of the corridor outside the second-floor room, watching the four depart from afar.

After watching them disappear into the distance, Horst pondered for a moment, then smiled and asked Eugene.

"What are they going to do? Go find other people, just like they found us this morning?"

"Stop joking! We didn't find you; that bastard Martin came looking for you himself!"

Eugene responded with a cigarette dangling from his lips, then flicked the ash downstairs.

At the same time, Bella, who had just come out of the room, saw this scene and immediately yelled at Eugene.

"Red Hair, if you keep flicking cigarette ash around, you'll be cleaning the hall floor!"

"Ha, I'm not fucking doing cleaning work. I was born to work hard. Do you know what working hard means? It's about seeking out fucking thrills!"

Eugene gave Bella the middle finger from a distance, and Bella returned the favor by giving him two middle fingers.

Seeing this, Horst pursed his lips and whispered to Eugene.

"Are they always this unruly? I mean, I thought women would have more respect for field personnel like you, explorers!"

"what?"

Hearing Horst's words, Eugene glanced at Horst, then chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

"What a load of rubbish about respect! Do you know what the best thing about the apocalypse is? It's that there's no one in the world more noble than me, um... okay, except for the boss~"

"Besides, I don't like the feeling of being a big shot. If you make me act like a boss and put on airs, I'll be disgusted to death."

"Besides, without logistical support, we'll have to cook for ourselves, do our own laundry, raise cattle and horses, and milk them ourselves when we come back from outside. In the future, we'll also have to grow our own crops, harvest our own vegetables, and maintain our own lawns. It's tiring and a waste of time, isn't it?"

"So don't fucking say such stupid things. Newbies and smart people all know that explorers and supporters need each other, it's just that the explorers' job is a little more dangerous."

"But have you two thought about your future choices?"

"Martin, especially you, how about it, do you want to be an explorer with me?"

At this point, Eugene grinned widely, looking at Martin with a wicked smile.

Martin spat and muttered something under his breath.

"Of course I can't stay at home. Even if you don't take me, I still need to go hunting occasionally. But does Gavin not think much of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin looked at Eugene with concern.

Upon hearing this, Eugene paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"The boss doesn't like high-energy stuff, buddy. As long as you're still going all out, he'll never be able to stick with you."

"Me too, so I advise you to stop playing with that stuff. Fortunately, it's not as hard to quit as rock candy or flour. If you can't quit, I can help you!"

"Believe me, I have a hundred ideas to help you get rid of that stuff. I quit the army using those ideas!"

"How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

"Trust me, those ideas are awesome!"

(End of this chapter)