Doomsday America

Chapter 116 Tie Him to the Hood (10k)

As the sunlight gradually waned, Gavin and his group walked down the street, and the sense of oppression grew stronger.

After all, the town's roads and layout aren't circular, allowing them to explore evenly from the outside to the inside, like peeling an onion.

Richards has only one main road that runs through the town, which is the road that enters the town from the east entrance.

After the main road turns into the center of the town, it branches off into two roads, one leading to the northwest and the other to the southwest.

To make it easier for Steve to drive and pick everyone up at any time.

So, although Gavin and his group started exploring from the edge, as they cleared more and more houses, they gradually moved closer and closer to the center of the town along the road beneath their feet.

Following the road, Gavin swept through the yard where the ambushers were, then led Madison and Nikita to the other side of the road and into the next house.

Without deliberately searching for supplies, cleaning a room takes only about two minutes on average, even though they check each room as carefully as possible.

Two hours passed quickly, and Gavin and his group reached a depth of only about 140 meters from the town center.

At that moment, Gavin stopped in front of the town's police station.

Gavin shook his head as he looked at the familiar words on the building ahead, then waved to Steve and Nikita.

"Guys, we need to search this area thoroughly. Our primary target is the police station's radio, but we can't miss any other good stuff, like bulletproof vests or something!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, we might have to assign a few people to sit in front of the radio and broadcast non-stop starting tomorrow."

After saying that, Gavin pulled out a map of the town, glanced at the location of the police station, and then strode towards it.

As they wandered further and further into the town of Richard, back at the camp...

Not long after Gavin and his group left, Eugene kicked out while cursing, slamming his foot hard into the Raptor's tire.

"Fake!"

Eugene then burst into a tirade of curses.

"What the hell did Steve do this morning? All he did was pile up a lot of lumber next to the stables. Didn't the boss tell him to connect the electricity first? What the hell did he connect?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene patted the generator mounted on the pickup truck with annoyance.

Most of those miniature generators were brand new, just like the work Steve left for Eugene—new and untouched.

Yu Jingang helped Bella deliver six boxes of leaflets to the helicopter, but then he had to accept a reality.

He had to install all the lights in the surrounding area within four hours!
That's great, you've given him all the chance to install the lights, haven't you!
Thinking of this, Eugene got into the car unhappily and waved to Horst.

"Hey, you insurance salesman, come with me!"

"what?"

When Eugene greeted him, Horst quickly shook his head.

"Buddy, I don't know how to do these things. I didn't even study art class properly in elementary school."

"Fake!"

Upon hearing this, Eugene retorted without hesitation.

"What the hell is this difficult job? Just remove the circuit protection devices from those streetlights and connect the wires to the generator. Haven't you ever fixed your own light bulbs at home?!"

"Uh... I really haven't done any repairs. My dad does all the work at home..."

Horst shook his head helplessly, while Eugene snorted heavily and waved his hand at him.

"Alright, shit, but don't expect to be idle. Come with me, just help me hand over some tools!"

At this point, Eugene turned and pointed to the curious Martin, and began to speak.

"Go with my cousin and get your RV ready. That's what the boss told us to do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene waved to Horst again, signaling him to get in the car quickly.

Seeing this, Horst looked at Martin as if pleading for help.

He really didn't like running around outside; he always felt it was too dangerous. He actually preferred doing Bella's work to going to the farm to connect the electricity.

Unfortunately, Gavin didn't have time to arrange anything for the two of them at noon.

As for Martin, he had no interest in paying attention to him.

Just as Eugene was assigning tasks, William, with a gun slung over his shoulder, staggered toward Martin.

Noticing William's posture, Martin grinned, ignoring Horst, and asked William.

"Kid, are you sure you can do any work, looking like that?"

"As long as I don't lift anything too heavy, I'll be fine. Also, if you keep calling me 'kid,' I'll show you just how heavy a kid's fist can be!"

William responded to Martin with a sullen face, then walked towards Martin's RV on his own.

Seeing this, Martin scoffed and said as he followed.

"Then what should I call you? Tsk tsk, young and inexperienced policeman? I'm already thirty-seven, and you? How old are you? Are you twenty-four, young man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin caught up with William, overtook him in just two steps, and then turned to give him a mocking smile.

Seeing this, William chuckled and patted the gun at his waist.

"My legs are definitely slower than yours now, but my gun is definitely faster. You can try it if you don't believe me!"

"Haha, alright, you guys are all pretty quirky. I'm starting to like you guys, except for the black guy!"

Martin laughed and waved to William, then got into his RV and started tidying it up himself.

When William arrived at the RV door, Martin was holding two beautiful fox pelts and showing them off to William.

"Come and see my good stuff. I bet your girlfriend is missing a pure, natural fox fur like this around her neck. These two are from Kentucky, which I had last month!"

At this point, Martin proudly held the fox fur head up to William's face, pointing to the eye sockets.

"See that? The entire fox pelt has no perforations. I shot it right in the eye with one arrow. That's right, I'm that accurate. I'll be even more accurate after using it, haha~"

"I wouldn't sell this kind of pure wild winter fox fur for five hundred yuan, at least six hundred yuan, no bargaining!"

"Besides me, who else can hit their eyes so accurately while they're moving? I'm fucking accurate, I..."

"wait!"

Suddenly, William interrupted Martin, and asked him hesitantly.

"Martin, if I remember correctly, February is the closed season, even in Kentucky. You're fucking hunting illegally, aren't you?"

"grass……"

Martin paused for a moment, then disdainfully hung the fox fur around his neck.

"Don't fucking talk to me about breaking the law, buddy. There's no law in this damn world anymore. If you're so tough, get the Kentucky cops to arrest me! Come on, come on!"

"On the first night after the apocalypse, I thought I had caught a cold and slept very soundly in the RV. I didn't see the news of the apocalypse until the next day!"

"From that moment on, I knew that no one could talk to me about any more bullshit rules. All the pre-apocalyptic rules were gone. Dude, you think you can use the old laws to arrest me now? Are you kidding me?"

"As for now... well, I admit your camp is quite attractive. There are big houses, farms, and forests where I can make my mark, so I can barely accept your rules."

"But I don't care what rules you have now, I can guarantee that there's no rule prohibiting hunting in your rules, right?"

"Even if Gavin won't let me hunt, once I hunt a tiger for him and stew that tiger's dick into soup, I don't believe he won't be eager to drink it, haha~"

Amidst laughter, Martin continued rummaging through the RV, pulling out his spoils one by one.

Gorilla finger bones, Bengal tiger claws, Siberian wolf teeth, bald eagle skulls, and so on.

Seeing Martin's smug look, William shook his head helplessly.

That's right, the rules from before the apocalypse have indeed disappeared.

Even if he knew that Martin was secretly poaching while working as a forest protection technician, and had even killed bald eagles!
But he wouldn't do anything to Martin because of that.

However, seeing that Martin didn't seem to care about the old rules at all, William secretly pursed his lips.

He suddenly felt that perhaps he should find an opportunity to have a serious talk with the leader about the camp's legal issues.

Meanwhile, on the raptor's side...

Seeing that Martin had followed William away, Horst had no choice but to climb into the passenger seat of the Raptor.

Seeing Horst looking nervous in the passenger seat, Eugene grinned mischievously for a moment, then nodded and said.

"That's right, damn it! A man should act like a real man, a man should go further than a woman!"

"Look around, buddy, Gavin's farm is quite beautiful. Even though it's not the season when the hay is at its most abundant, the spaciousness of the farm makes me look forward to the sunset every day!"

"Bullshit, I can't believe I actually said something so poetic! Anyway, use your eyes to see what dangers are around you!"

"Screw the danger! Zombies aren't meteorites that will just randomly hit us on the head!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene floored the gas pedal with a satisfied thud, while the roaring engine made Horst nervously tighten his seatbelt.

Seeing Horst gripping the seatbelt tightly, Eugene laughed mockingly, then executed a stylish drift, parking the car sideways next to the nearest lamppost.

"Hey buddy, don't fucking pee in the car, get out and help me move my stuff!"

Eugene punched Horst, causing all of Horst's muscles to tense up.

Then, Eugene got out of the car on his own and started carrying the generator while shouting to Horst.

"Get down here right now and find that damn toolbox for me, or I'll throw you into the cowshed and make you serve the cows and bulls with your mouth, you idiot!"

"OK! Stop yelling, I'll get off the bus right away, right away!"

Seeing Eugene getting more and more ferocious, Horst raised his hands with a bitter face and prayed for a moment.

"God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, please keep me safe and sound, Amen, Amen!"

After offering a few random prayers, Horst swallowed hard, then cautiously pushed open the car door and stepped out with trepidation.

As Eugene placed the generator on the ground, he glanced up at Horst's disheveled appearance.

"Shit."

He couldn't help but curse.

"How the hell did you survive, buddy? You were scared to death on the empty farm, what about when the apocalypse first started? Don't tell me you had your fill of the zombies chasing you before you escaped their jaws!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene went to find fuel, then dragged the generator and oil drum over and laboriously moved to the side of the street lamp.

Meanwhile, Horst, who had gotten out of the vehicle, held onto the Raptor's body, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings while his hands rummaged haphazardly through the Raptor's cargo bed.

Seeing that he had prepared the generator and fuel, but the toolbox had not yet arrived, Eugene spat in annoyance and strode over to Horst.

Eugene looked up at Horst with displeasure, cursing under his breath.

I'm actually ten centimeters shorter than this coward. When my mother was pregnant with me, couldn't she have drunk more milk?
Frustrated, Eugene raised his foot and kicked Horst away.

"Get lost, go over there and use your binoculars to look around, you spineless piece of trash!"

After saying that, Eugene angrily found his toolbox and waved it at Horst, whose face was full of fear and grievance.

"Do you see it? The toolbox is right next to you, but you don't dare to look at it. Since you like looking around so much, then go and keep a close eye on it!"

After speaking, Eugene tossed the binoculars to Horst, then returned to the streetlight and got back to work.

Watching Eugene's busy figure, Horst stood there blankly, clutching the binoculars tightly in his hand.

"God... God..."

He muttered something to himself, then cautiously raised his binoculars and looked around.

As he looked around, he continued to back up to the car, constantly shifting his position against it, cautiously surveying his surroundings.

Eugene, who was removing the protective cover from the streetlight wiring, couldn't help but turn around and glance at Horst, who was circling the car.

"Pooh!"

He suddenly spat to the side.

It seems the only use of a coward is that he might be a little more attentive than the braver people when on guard duty.

However, regardless of whether Horst was suitable for guard duty, Eugene held the guy in utter contempt for someone whose basket looked like it had been chewed up by a dog!
Thinking of this, Eugene couldn't help but spit again, and then busily started connecting the wires.

Open the cable cover, locate the main cable, divide the cable, and then find the spare cable that Steve prepared that morning.

Having done this much, Eugene glanced at the plug and chuckled to himself.

That bastard Steve actually prepared the plugs, which saved him a lot of trouble.

By plugging the plug into the streetlight's power cord, the streetlight instantly becomes a simple light fixture that can be turned on simply by plugging it in.

Then Eugene brought in a generator and placed it next to the streetlight.

The reason he installed plugs on the streetlights was so that when it rained, he could connect the plugs and wires together and tuck them into the streetlight's own wiring cover.

As for the generator...

Eugene pursed his lips, finding it a bit troublesome.

What if it rains on the farm tonight?

So he also had to get some wooden planks to lift the generator off the ground, and at the same time build a simple rain shelter on the generator.

"This is fucking a pain, I still prefer shooting!"

Eugene couldn't help but curse, then poured gasoline into the small generator and started it up to test the streetlights' effectiveness.

Great, the effect is obvious, the streetlights are on again.

At this point, Eugene pursed his lips in satisfaction, then looked at the generator's power output with dissatisfaction.

"Tsk tsk, these rich people are really wasteful. If you ask me, they could just go out and find a few cars and take some batteries from them, and that would be enough to light up the streetlights."

Eugene couldn't help but mutter to himself, and decided to take some time to ask his boss if they could leave the farm and go to the resort or town to find some cars and remove their batteries.

As for why Eugene didn't remove the batteries from the cars in Gavin's garage?

Don't be ridiculous, how could he possibly part with those precious treasures!
Even if it can't be opened, it's still pleasing to the eye just sitting there!
As for the generator's fuel consumption...

Eugene glanced at the generator's power output and thought it was acceptable. Steve had mostly chosen gasoline generators with a power output of three to five kilowatts, which could practically be called miniature generators.

And the fuel consumption of this type of generator...

Eugene had never used this type of generator before, but he guessed that it probably wouldn't even last an hour to use a liter of gasoline.

With that in mind, Eugene stopped worrying about fuel consumption, since Gavin's gas tank was really full!
Because the planting season is approaching, the farm's tractors and helicopters will soon be put into use, so Gavin Farm's oil depot is nearly 90% full.

For super-large farms like theirs, one or two gas stations simply cannot meet the fuel consumption when operating at full capacity, so building oil depots is a basic requirement.

Eugene had also seen the four oil depots at Gavin Farm.

The nearest small oil depot to the estate has a capacity of only about 800 cubic meters and is located near the dairy farm. It is probably specifically prepared for the trucks and forklifts from the dairy farm.

There are also two medium-sized oil depots near the manor airport and the resort airport, each with a capacity of about 4,000 cubic meters.

As for the large oil depot near the planting area, that depot has a capacity of at least 38,000 cubic meters, which is almost the limit of a level three oil depot!
The four oil depots in the farm area have a combined volume of nearly 47,000 cubic meters.

Even after deducting 10% of the spare parts, Gavin Farm still has at least 40,000 cubic meters of fuel stored.

That is more than 40 million liters of fuel.

After all, Gavin Farm has more than 50 helicopters in total, except for a few small helicopters. Most of them are transport helicopters, which take at least several thousand liters of fuel to fill a tank.

What's more, there's Gavin's Gulfstream G650 at the airport. To fill that thing's fuel tank, you'd need at least 30,000 liters of fuel!

Not to mention the hundreds of tractors near the planting area...

Thinking of this, Eugene couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at the miniature generator in front of him.

Fuck, I really underestimated the wealth of this big dog.

How could I possibly be worried about the fuel consumption of a mere 3,000-watt gasoline generator?
Don't bring up the fact that this thing doesn't even use 25 liters of oil a day.

Even if Gavin Farm consumes tens of thousands of liters of fuel a day, the remaining fuel in the oil depot is enough to last them for more than four thousand days...

It would take ten years to use it all!
Moreover, Gavin Farm's oil depot is naturally equipped with the conditions for storing fuel oil, with sufficient sealing and strong oxidation resistance.

Even if the fuel in the oil depot is stored for five or ten years, it probably won't precipitate and oxidize to the point of being unusable!
That's why Gavin didn't rush to get fuel from outside after returning home.

After all, they really wouldn't need any more fuel for the time being...

At this point, Eugene sighed and rubbed his stubble-covered face vigorously.

He stood there rubbing his face, sighed, and cursed himself inwardly.

Eugene, Eugene, you damn bastard, did you suck all the luck of your sister and nephew onto yourself so that you could run into Gavin, who is an even bigger bastard than yourself?

"Damn it, stop going in circles, let's go to the next streetlight!"

Eugene, grumbling, stopped thinking and carried the oil drum back to the Raptor.

As he pushed Horst into the car, he took out a walkie-talkie and spoke to William.

“William, I’m your cousin. After you and that redhead finish tidying up the RV, cut some planks and get them ready for me. I need to make some rain shelters for the generator.”

"Okay, cousin, but you yourself are red-haired, isn't it a bit inappropriate to say that about Martin?"

William replied quickly, and his words made Martin look up in surprise, staring into William's eyes.

Meeting Martin's gaze, William waited for a response on the walkie-talkie.

A moment later, Eugene's curses came through the walkie-talkie. "Fuck you, William!"

"Fuck you!"

William laughed and retorted, and their banter immediately filled the walkie-talkie with laughter. Almost every logistics member turned on their walkie-talkie and laughed a couple of times, even Winnie.

Amidst the laughter, William tucked the walkie-talkie back into his waistband and met Martin's gaze with a resolute and serious look.

Meeting William's gaze, Martin exhaled through his nose and spoke.

"I didn't expect you to speak up for me."

Yes, just now, he was arguing with William. They were arguing so fiercely that they almost came to blows in the RV.

As for the reason they argued...

Hearing Martin's words, William took a deep breath, then raised his hand to pat the intercom and said.

"Buddy, listen to everyone's laughter. To hear sounds like that in the apocalypse, isn't that a miracle created by the boss?"

"So stop resisting, obey the boss's orders, and hand over all your 'high grass,' OK?"

"I……"

Despite William's attempts to persuade him, Martin sullenly placed his hand on the jar filled with hyacinth leaves.

That's all the hemp grass he painstakingly planted. It took him more than half a year to accumulate just one jar, enough to roll at least a hundred hemp grass rolls!
He usually wouldn't take this precious jar of tobacco out of his own hands. Even if he didn't smoke it, just looking at the jar of tobacco was enough to satisfy him!
He wouldn't dare smoke any of these things if they were in his possession!
He was truly terrified of poverty, especially when it came to grass and leaves!
Martin's eyes flickered violently; he truly hated William's damn nose!
Are you a police dog? I hid grass leaves in the urn, and you still managed to smell it!

You deserve to die!

Across from him, seeing that Martin still refused to hand over the canister full of tobacco, William took a deep breath and instinctively reached for his gun.

To be honest, William isn't a rigid person. If Martin had only hidden a few herbs, William might have been more flexible.

But how many cigarettes can Martin roll with one jar of tobacco?

That's enough to turn everyone in the entire camp into little speckled people!

Therefore, William absolutely would not allow these things to circulate in the camp under any circumstances!
On the messy bed in the RV, as William reached for his pistol, Martin instinctively slipped his hand under the pillow.

Although Steve took the gun from him, he had more than one weapon hidden in his car!
But just before he reached for his pistol, Martin suddenly remembered the laughter coming from the walkie-talkie.

Damn it, do I really want to turn a survivor camp filled with laughter and joy into a cemetery filled with weeping and sadness?
The reason he abandoned Horst, that cowardly uninvited guest, and rode away from his campervan on his favorite Harley fat car was simply to find more living people and give himself some psychological comfort.
Humans are social animals; there is no doubt about that.

Anyone who claims to be able to endure loneliness indefinitely is probably someone who has become accustomed to using their phone and is even more used to receiving information while lying at home.

If we take away all their electronic devices, such as cell phones, TVs, computers, and game consoles.

How many people can endure loneliness indefinitely?

Even if they could endure it, how many people would be willing to put up with that kind of life?
There needs to be at least one woman to use, right?

Even if you're just trying to comfort yourself, you still need some magazines, right?
In short, after spending an afternoon at the campsite and enjoying a lavish lunch there.

Recalling the expressions on everyone's faces in the camp, Martin sighed, then withdrew his hand that was reaching for his gun and hugged his canister tightly.

Meanwhile, at William's place.

When he noticed Martin's hand reaching towards the headboard, he instinctively drew his gun.

But just as he was about to aim at Martin...

But he suddenly hesitated.

In his heart, he was constantly asking himself these questions.

If the boss were to handle the situation personally, what would he do?
Would you pull out a gun at the slightest disagreement?

Thinking this, William couldn't help but sigh, then simply put the gun back in his waistband.

He wanted to learn from Gavin, the perfect and radiant figure in his mind, and communicate well with Martin through words!
But just as he was putting away his gun, Martin also withdrew his hand that was reaching for something!

Seeing this, William narrowed his eyes in excitement.

See, learning from Gavin really works; he should continue to learn from his boss.

Clearly, the Gavin in William's mind seems to differ considerably from the real Gavin.

After all, William's view of Gavin was filtered through a lens, while the real Gavin...

If someone pulled out a gun and pointed it at him, he would probably knock the person down or simply kill them immediately...

In short, after William and Martin both realized the concessions the other had made.

Their mindset actually changed a little.

After a moment, William spoke.

"You can only keep enough for three cigarettes. I'll tell the boss about this and vouch for you so you can gradually quit... huh?"

William was stunned, because at the same time he spoke, Martin also spoke.

"Fuck it, take it! Take it all! I don't want it... What the hell? What did you just say?"

Martin froze before he could finish speaking, then asked excitedly.

"You mean I can keep three more?"

"No, not even one. You said you'd hand them all over. A man keeps his promise, buddy!"

William quickly shook his head in refusal, then rushed forward and tried to snatch the jar from Martin's hand.

Martin, clutching his tobacco jar tightly, replied with a face full of resentment.

"You just said men should keep their promises, so what about the three cigarettes you promised me?!"

"Mazefak, didn't you call me a brat? Well then, just pretend I'm not old enough to be a man yet. Give me the jar, you bastard!"

At that moment, the boomerang struck them both accurately, and the two began a new round of struggle around the tobacco can.

But just as they were fighting over the jar...

boom!
boom!
The sudden sound of two gunshots stunned them both!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, William immediately released the can, braced himself against the wall, and pulled out his pistol, heading towards the RV door.

As for Martin, he glanced nervously in the direction of the gunshot, then quickly put the can aside and reached under his pillow to pull out his Glock 17.

He took the gun to the bathroom of the RV, tucked it into his waistband, and pulled out a light crossbow covered with plastic film from behind the toilet.

As Martin loaded the crossbow with an arrow, he got out of the vehicle and went behind William, who was hiding behind the RV and peeking out.

"What's going on!" Martin asked William, clutching his crossbow.

William picked up the binoculars with one hand and continued observing while responding to Martin.

"The location of the gunshot is blocked by the old manor, so I can't see it, but Eugene should be there... Wait, the Raptor is back?"

Before William could finish speaking, the Ford Raptor in the distance changed direction, trying to avoid the old manor and continue driving towards the garage.

Looking in the direction of the raptor, William quickly put down his binoculars and cursed.

"Damn, Eugene ran so fast! Could it be that a large number of zombies have appeared?"

At this point, William quickly took out his walkie-talkie and shouted to all the logistics personnel.

"Everyone go home immediately and don't linger outside. Who else is out there? Is it only Sariel out there?"

As he spoke, William left the protective area of ​​the RV and staggered toward the cattle pen.

Seeing William's unsteady running posture, Martin spat and then strode after him, saying...

"You want to save that fat guy?"

"Of course, if it were just a few scattered zombies, Eugene could have taken care of them with a shot; he would never have driven away so fast!"

William answered in rapid succession.

"There must be some serious trouble that's been brewing. I have to bring Sariel home!"

"Damn it, I got it, it's that fat guy, right!"

Upon hearing William's words, Martin gritted his teeth and then grabbed William's clothes.

"listen!"

He growled at William.

"You and that fat guy are both trouble, you know that? Don't try to save one trouble from another!"

"I'm going to save that fat guy. Damn it, I promise I won't abandon him as long as I have a chance to survive!"

"As for you, you should just drag your injured leg back to the house!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin pointed to the manor gate and said this to William.

His RV was parked only about 30 meters away from the manor gate.

At the same time, the Ford Raptor charged another two hundred meters, leaving it only about four hundred meters from the garage.

As for Martin himself, he turned and ran straight towards the cattle pen seventy meters away.

Sariel stopped feeding the horses at this point. He put down the hay bucket, shuffled his legs with difficulty, and walked briskly towards the manor step by step.

Beside the RV, watching Martin's retreating figure, William was momentarily stunned before simply putting away his binoculars, gripping his pistol, and standing at the door, aiming at the old manor!
The area around the manor entrance is flat, except for a slight blind spot in the direction of the old and new manors.

If there is danger, it can only come from the direction of the two manors!
Just as William became alert, Winnie's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie.

Winnie spoke calmly into the intercom.

"William, hurry and go to the highway to rescue Uncle Eugene! That newbie has left Eugene stranded on the highway."

"what?!"

At that moment, William roared in disbelief, then quickly took out his binoculars and looked at the rapidly approaching raptor.

After he examined the bird of prey closely...

as predicted!

Only Horst was sitting in the driver's seat on the Raptor!
"Heh...haha...fuck your mother!"

William laughed in anger, then cursed through gritted teeth.

While cursing, he continued to ask questions over the intercom.

"Winnie, how many zombies are attacking? Is Eugene still safe?!"

"I can't see very well, the zombies are even farther away, and Uncle Eugene is standing on the highway aiming towards the forest. Quick, find a way to pick him up..."

boom!
boom!
Before Winnie could finish speaking, Eugene fired two more shots.

Immediately afterwards, Eugene's cursing came through the intercom.

"Don't fucking panic, kid. There were only two zombies showing up from the direction of the forest. I've already taken care of them!"

"Mazefak, where's that damn bitch Horst? He's faster than Bolt, where the hell did he drive his car?!"

With that, Eugene slung his rifle back over his shoulder and picked up his binoculars to observe the forest.

In his eyes, the zombie 800 meters away was already lying on the ground, and there were no other zombies around.

After confirming that it was safe, Eugene spat with a cold laugh, picked up the walkie-talkie, and continued speaking.

"William, if you still know you're my cousin, then tie Horst up and send him to me!"

"He dumped me, but I'm not going to dump him. I'm going to tie that bastard to my pickup truck!"

"Once I'm done with my work, I'm going to tie him to the hood of the engine, drag him around the Cossica area, and let him get a good look at zombie faces, fuck it!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene instinctively raised the walkie-talkie high, intending to smash it to the ground.

But after raising the walkie-talkie...

Eugene glanced at the walkie-talkie out of the corner of his eye, then put his hand down in frustration and tucked the walkie-talkie back into his waistband.

Meanwhile, the raptors had already crossed the old manor and were within 100 meters of the new manor.

William took a deep breath, holding his pistol, and watched coldly as the car gradually came to a stop in front of him.

The moment the Raptor stopped, Horst jumped out of the car and scrambled toward the gate, shouting all the while.

"The zombies are coming, the dead are coming, they are the messengers of death, they are God's flood, they..."

Just as Horst finished speaking, he ran up to William.

William gritted his teeth and punched Horst hard in the face.

Boom!
William's fist collided heavily with Horst's face, knocking Horst off his feet and causing William to stagger.

Feeling dizzy, Horst nervously rolled over on the ground and scrambled toward the manor gate.

"Zombies are coming! Zombies are coming!!!"

He didn't care at all about the punch William had given him; at that moment, Horst's heart was filled only with fear of zombies!
Seeing the disheveled Horst, William suddenly raised his pistol and fired a shot into the sky.

boom!
The gunshot stunned Horst for a moment, while William raised his gun, pointed it at Horst, and cursed.

"Stop right there, you son of a bitch, or I'll shoot your legs off!"

"What are you doing? Damn it, why are you aiming at me? The zombies are coming! We have to hide, hide!"

Faced with William's shouts, Horst ran into the hall in a disheveled state, standing fearfully at the door with his hands raised.

Meanwhile, inside the hall.

Old Bert, sitting in his wheelchair, held the gleaming gold-plated S686 rifle barrel and pointed the muzzle at Horst's head!
"Look at me, you son of a bitch!"

Old Bert yelled at Horst, then slammed his gun down.

With two guns aimed at him from the front and back, Horst swallowed hard and didn't dare to move.

At the same time, old Bert called out to William from afar.

"William, keep a close eye on the other newcomer; they're working together!"

“But Martin…” William couldn’t help but ask.

But before William could finish speaking, old Bert quickly interrupted him and shouted.

"Stop talking nonsense. Have Bella drive to pick up Eugene. We'll keep an eye on these two bastards; who knows what stupid things they might do next!"

"No need, old man, I'm not with that cowardly guy without a basket. I've only known him for two days, and I'm fed up with him too!"

Just as old Bert finished speaking, Martin, carrying a crossbow, escorted Sariel to the door and said something to old Bert with displeasure.

Upon hearing this, old Bert looked at the panting Sariel with his old eyes.

It was confirmed that Martin had been following behind Sariel throughout the entire process, rather than running back first.

Old Bert pursed his lips, then nodded.

"Kid, you're better than that guy without a basket. Go find Eugene in your Raptor."

At this point, old Bert continued aiming with one hand while using the other to maneuver his wheelchair to Horst's side.

After nudging the trembling Horst with the muzzle of his gun, old Bert gestured toward the sofa with his lip.

"Go sit on the sofa so I can see you all the time."

"I know, I'll go, just don't let it go wrong!"

Horst nodded hurriedly, then nervously found a sofa to sit down.

Martin glanced at the disheveled Horst, gave a disdainful sneer, and then drove the Raptor toward Eugene's location.

At the manor gate, William stared blankly at the departing raptor for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.

So he quickly hopped onto the RV, grabbed a tobacco canister, and dumped it all into the river!

Martin's mind was probably so fogged up by the hymn that he didn't remember his tobacco tin until late into the night.

After Horst was also brought under control, the manor finally returned to normal.

Martin and Eugene worked together for an entire afternoon.

Bella continued printing until she had used up only two packs of printing paper before stopping. Then she went to the laundry room to fold the clothes that had been washed in the washing machine and put them there.

Winnie spent the entire afternoon guarding the sentry post, while old Bert kept a close eye on Horst.

Time passed by, and around 5:40, just as the sun was about to set.

Gavin and his three companions parked the War Shield at the garage entrance.

The four of them got out of the car and approached the hall, Madison said.

"Today's been pretty good, boss. We've been killing all afternoon and haven't run into a single Howler. We even brought back his damn radio! Ha... Huh? What's going on?"

Madison was halfway through his speech when he noticed that everyone was sitting in the hall, while Horst was conspicuously lying on the floor.

As for Horst's face, well... his face was badly swollen, but there wasn't much blood.

Clearly, the person who beat up Horst was very skilled, managing to beat him up perfectly without interfering with Horst's work.

(End of this chapter)