Doomsday America

Chapter 119 A Two-Way Journey (10k)

Around two o'clock in the morning.

At the door of Nikita's room.

Eugene Ha breathed a sleepy sigh and gently tapped the door with the butt of his TAC rifle.

"call……"

After knocking, he leaned against the wall and briefly placed the gun on the ground.

As Nikita rubbed her arms and stretched her legs, she opened the door a crack.

With the help of the soft light in the corridor, Nikita exchanged a glance with Eugene through the crack in the door, then picked up the sprayer and pushed the door open.

After glancing at the TAC sniper rifle Eugene was carrying, Nikita frowned and asked softly.

"You actually brought such a heavy gun to stand guard?"

"It's all minor stuff, I'll just treat it as exercise. My physical condition has deteriorated a lot in recent years, so I need to get back in shape as soon as possible while I'm eating really well lately!"

Eugene responded to Nikita with a sound of agreement, then curled his lip in displeasure.

These past few days, he's had enough of being constantly pounced on by zombies!
On his first visit to the manor, he was tackled to the ground by a zombie maid.

He then went to the cow dung composting center, where he was tackled to the ground by a female zombie.

Then, during his first visit to Richard Town, he was tackled by zombies in his car again—how many times has this happened before!
He was always the one who got tackled. If it were Gavin, Mike, or even Steve, the zombies would probably have been easily smashed away by those guys as soon as they pounced on them!
Upon hearing Eugene's words, Nikita remained silent for a moment, then looked up at the top of Eugene's head, assessing Eugene's height.

Then, Nikita nodded expressionlessly.

"You're really hardworking."

"Heh, of course, I'll get my turn to pounce on a zombie sooner or later!"

Eugene grinned, revealing a fierce smile, while simultaneously stretching his arms.

In his opinion, why is he always the one being tackled?
Of course, it's because my core strength is lacking, and my arm strength isn't quite there either!

At least that's what he thinks; he absolutely refuses to admit that it has anything to do with his own height and weight.

And Nikita.

Seeing Eugene's wicked smile, she finally showed an expression. She nodded strangely at Eugene and said...

"Taming down zombies? What a brilliant idea. Good luck!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nikita picked up the shotgun and headed towards the sentry post. As he approached the post, he couldn't help but stretch his right shoulder a couple of times.

Seeing Nikita walk away, Eugene picked up his sniper rifle again and headed towards the third floor.

Upon arriving at the door of the broadcasting room, Eugene couldn't resist tentatively pushing the door open.

Click...

The door opened, and Gavin, who was sitting at the front of the radio station, turned around abruptly, using the blue light of the radio and other equipment to look at Eugene, who was grinning outside the door.

Seeing that Gavin hadn't rested yet, Eugene grinned and asked Gavin from a distance.

"Want a beer, boss?"

"Of course, it would be best to bring a few cigarettes as well."

Gavin quietly released the pistol and then buried his head back in the table.

Eugene strolled around the corridor and headed towards the bar.

From his post, as Eugene approached, Nikita couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Has the commander not rested yet?"

"Hehe, he's a very busy man, otherwise how could he be the boss? I'll go have a beer with him, do you want one?"

Eugene gestured with his chin toward Nikita, who hesitated before nodding and speaking.

"Cola, preferably iced."

"Haha, you're so cold. You've never been to a bar with a man before. You don't know anything, okay?"

Eugene smiled and waved to Nikita, then went into the bar to pick up a carrying bag, carrying two bottles of Coca-Cola and a bottle of Mexican Coke, and came back.

Taking the iced cola, Nikita smashed the bottle cap off with the muzzle of his shotgun.

Eugene bypassed Nikita and went straight to the third floor, carrying a beer to Gavin's side.

Eugene pulled a chair over from the side, opened a beer for Gavin, and tossed him a cigarette.

When the cigarette flew towards Gavin, Gavin was still engrossed in writing. But when the cigarette was about twenty centimeters away from him, he reached out and caught it without turning his head.

Gavin pulled out a lighter, lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and took a large gulp of the beer Eugene offered him.

Feeling the stimulation of alcohol and cigarettes, Gavin squinted, feeling his eyelids getting heavy.

Eugene pushed the bottle over and clinked it against Gavin's, laughing.

"How many times have you talked to the people flying in the sky?"

"Twice, they taught me the basics of radio operation and also talked to me about the virus."

Gavin responded while patting the radio and continuing to laugh.

"Let's leave this radio for now. In the next couple of days, I'll take some people to look around the area and see if we can find any other radios. We might find something in the office near Mayor Richard's town."

"In short, once we find a new radio, we'll try our luck on other frequencies. I don't believe we're the only ones left in the whole US who can use radio. Even if others can't do it now, they'll eventually get radio service available!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin picked up his beer bottle and clinked glasses with Eugene, and the two of them downed their drinks in one gulp.

Holding the bottle, Gavin looked into Eugene's eyes and asked.

"Tell me, what do you want to see me about?"

"Ha, I knew you could see through my little scheme."

Eugene chuckled, then crossed his legs, beer bottle in hand, and began to explain to Gavin.

"Gavin, are you going to make me stay home again today?"

“That’s right, you’re with Martin. I need you to keep an eye on Martin, and most importantly, make sure Horst doesn’t do anything out of line!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his hand and flicked his cigarette ash.

Eugene couldn't help but purse his lips in response.

"Can't you just let Old Mike stay home? My ears are fine, noise-canceling headphones are very useful!"

"No."

Faced with Eugene's questioning, Gavin simply shook his head.

Eugene remained silent for about ten seconds, then smiled helplessly and continued.

"Alright then, I always manage to put my superiors at ease. But my previous superiors always assigned me to do shady jobs, but now they've made me babysit. What the hell?"

"But boss, if you're sure you want me to stay home, I have another suggestion I'd like to discuss with you!"

At this point, Eugene scratched his red hair.

Upon hearing this, Gavin took a sip of beer and then laughed.

"Tell me."

"Okay, that's how it is, boss!"

Eugene immediately said to Gavin.

"Host's incident has given me a wake-up call, boss. I think we need to bring back some living zombies, whether they are physically healthy or have their movements restricted."

"Cowards like him need some zombies to practice on. Let the able-bodied ones shoot and kill them, and let the immobilized ones kill them with knives!"

"Or we could just pull out the zombies' fingernails and teeth, and let the logistics guys have a good sparring match with them bare-handed!"

At this point, Eugene raised his arm and grinned as he struck a bodybuilder pose.

Meanwhile, he continued to boast to Gavin.

"Boss, as you know, when we're out there, we've come close to zombies and even fought with them more than once."

"If we pull out their teeth and nails, then even if logistics personnel have a gunfight with zombies, they shouldn't be in much danger,"

"I don't want to encounter Horst again, something that disgusts me. This time there was no danger, but if there's a next time, things might not be so easy!"

"So, could I take Martin with me tomorrow and take a walk around our controlled area, especially near the forest, and try to catch a few lone zombies?"

"Let the logistics guys see some blood; at least it'll reduce our troubles, right?"

At this point, Eugene looked expectantly at Gavin.

Gavin nodded, amused.

"can."

He finally raised his beer bottle to Eugene, and the two of them immediately drank the beer down.

Then, Gavin said as he shoved the empty bottle into Eugene's arms.

"I allow you to find all sorts of ways to go out and have fun, but whatever you do, stay cautious and be careful!"

“Eugene, I care about your health more than you do. I care about the health of every one of you. I don’t want to hear you peeing your pants over the walkie-talkie again…”

"Stop, stop, stop! OK! I know! I'm being extremely careful! You're the boss! Please, stop talking!"

Eugene quickly interrupted Gavin, then took Gavin's cigarette butt and threw it into a beer bottle to extinguish it.

Although beer bottles can be used to make Molotov cocktails, which are essentially burning bottles.

But to be honest, they don't lack bottles; the milk bank still has hundreds of thousands of milk bottles!
After disposing of the trash, Eugene left the broadcasting room satisfied.

Although he still has to stay at home to take care of the kids, at least he got the chance to go out and have fun, didn't he?
As for Gavin, watching Eugene close the door, he chuckled softly and turned back to continue organizing the various documents he had recorded.

They were busy like this until about four o'clock when the door to the broadcasting room was pushed open again.

This time, it was Nikita who arrived. After pushing open the door, she couldn't help but lean against the doorway, watching Gavin chat quietly with the astronauts on the space station.

At that moment, the astronaut's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and biologist Richard spoke to Gavin.

“Mr. Gavin, I tested each of us, but with the existing equipment on the space station, I found nothing unusual, which indeed confirms your judgment that the virus spread began at most 68 days ago.”

"However, I think even if we return to the ground, it will be difficult to detect anything unusual. If this virus were so easy to detect, it wouldn't even have a chance to fully break out!"

"Yes."

Gavin nodded and responded over the radio.

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, Naoya Kobayashi's Kansai-accented English came through the radio.

Then Kobayashi Naoya spoke up.

“Gavin, this is Naoya Kobayashi. After discussing it, we have basically determined that even if we can manage to survive on Earth by having Ivan manually operate the return capsule, we will inevitably come into full contact with the zombie virus after we leave the capsule.”

"Regarding this, Gavin, no matter what happens then, I hope you won't be discouraged or sad. Instead, carefully record everything that happens to each of us in detail!"

“That’s right, Mr. Gavin!”

Big Ivan snatched the intercom and continued speaking to Gavin.

"My good buddies in Texas, believe me, since we lost contact with the ground, we've considered countless possibilities. Whatever happens, we may not be able to face it calmly, but we're prepared to bear the consequences!"

"And you, and every one of you who has survived the zombie virus."

"Remember, if we can actually climb out of the return capsule, then we will be your best test subjects. You will have the opportunity to witness the entire process of a completely healthy human being, from contact with the virus to infection and then to the outbreak!"

"That will be the most valuable first-hand information in the world since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Even if it's just for this information, I must do everything I can to ensure that the six of us can return home successfully!"

At this point, Ivan exhaled a long, stale breath.

Gavin involuntarily moved his lips, then closed his eyes.

Slurp slurp...

The sound of fabric rubbing came from behind Gavin. Gavin immediately turned around and saw Nikita sitting silently in the chair next to him, wiping away her tears and holding Gavin's arm.

Feeling Nikita's movements, Gavin nodded heavily, then opened the communicator and spoke to the astronauts.

"My friends, everyone must die, but I promise you all will be immortal."

"Compared to immortality, a fleeting moment of brilliance is far more anticipated. Gavin, this is Charlie. Perhaps on the day we return, you'll still see the fireworks we set off!"

Charlie took the radio with a smile and cheerfully spoke to Gavin.

"When that time comes, you'd better remember how spectacular the fireworks of my fanatic fanaticism will be. I don't believe in that bastard Ivan's skills at all; he even needs a bottle of vodka to calculate parabolas!"

"Idinakhayu! Charlie, you sissy will never understand the romance of our Northern lands!"

Ivan immediately cursed at Charlie over the background radio.

Hearing the two exchange a brief barrage of insults, Gavin took a sad breath and then spoke to them.

“Charlie, Ivan, I’d rather see you two have a good fight in my house boxing ring than see who becomes the brightest firework.”

“Starting today, I will take my people on a helicopter trip to explore the area around Lake Livingston and gather as much geographical data as possible about Lake Livingston before you decide to return.”

"Thank you very much, my friend~"

Charlie took the time to respond to Gavin.

After receiving a response, Gavin remained silent for two seconds, then couldn't help but speak to Charlie.

"Also, my astronaut friends, didn't Richard and Kobayashi raise the issue of the influence between the body's environment and the virus?"

"In that case, could you put your bodies into a state of illness before returning to Earth, especially creating a feverish environment, in order to avoid the first wave of infection after returning to Earth?"

"If you can avoid the first wave, you might make more discoveries, and those discoveries might lead to even better results, right?"

After he finished speaking, Gavin waited expectantly for the astronaut's reply.

As for the astronauts, they were silent for a few seconds, then exchanged glances inside the space station.

After taking one look, Richard couldn't help but purse his lips and speak to his companions.

"Look, guys, humanity will definitely get better in the future, because at least people like Gavin will be left on Earth!"

“If we were talking to officials we knew in the past, they would definitely be hoping we would get infected and turn into zombies so they could get first-hand data.”

"After all, the entire process of a healthy person going from contact to infection and becoming a zombie is almost more precious than an entire country, given the widespread infection!"

"Without this space station, no matter how hard they try, it would be very difficult to obtain that kind of data!"

"The only thing on Earth that could have the opportunity to complete the entire infection process from scratch after a disaster has broken out, like us, is probably a submarine that has been on a submerged mission for at least two months!"

"Even submarines surface to breathe from time to time, so I'm afraid that all of humanity can't find experimental subjects as clean as the six of us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Richard couldn't help but give a forced smile.

The people around him forced a smile.

Then, Ivan asked a question.

"Yeah, that guy's a good fellow, so someone should go and explain things to him. Anyway, don't make me say anything; I don't want to say anything that would hurt my friend."

“Then let me do it, Ivan. I understand your gentleness, but we must face reality.”

Naoya Kobayashi floated over, picked up the communicator, took a deep breath, and spoke to Gavin.

"Gavin-kun, I am Naoya, and there are a few things I must explain to you."

"First of all, all our current speculations are just speculations. Even if they sound plausible, without actually contacting and investigating the virus situation, all our speculations are merely unrealistic conjectures. We don't even have any data to support them!"

"At the same time, after staying on the space station for so long, our bodies are already in a sub-healthy state, and our mental state is much worse than our physical state, because we have to do a lot of calculations and verifications, the amount of calculations is comparable to that of a supercomputer."

"Secondly, although the return capsule's time back to Earth is not long, that process is still a great test of the physical fitness of each of our astronauts!"

"Finally, this time when we returned, we had absolutely no information or data support from the ground. The success rate of this operation was extremely low. Moreover, during the operation, each of us had to maintain the best possible condition in order to have any hope of standing on the ground again!"

"During the return process, whether it's a fever or any other situation that affects our condition, especially if Ivan, who is responsible for manually operating the return capsule, has any problems, it will cause us to crash to Earth like a meteorite, or deviate from the expected landing point by hundreds of kilometers!"

At this point, Kobayashi Shin also took a deep breath.

Gavin paused for a moment, then picked up the intercom and continued speaking.

“I understand. I understand how difficult it is for you, and I understand that all I can do is pray for you as much as I can, my friends.”

"However, I think that the process of human existence and development is achieved by breaking one seemingly impossible miracle after another."

"And in this day and age, my friends, even if fate doesn't want to favor us, fate has no one else to favor us."

"So, we will definitely meet someday. When that day comes, will you prefer a hug or a handshake?"

After speaking, Gavin waited quietly for the astronaut's reply.

As for the space station...

After Kobayashi Naoya finished speaking, the space station heard Gavin's last words, which then became...

"Sizzle...meeting...sizzle...I like...hug...sizzle..."

At this point, the astronauts shook their heads regretfully.

Charlie tossed the manuscript to Ivan while forcing a smile and saying something.

"He's going to give us a hug, guys. I'm already looking forward to meeting my idol. Richard, what about you? Are you a Gavin fan?"

"Uh……"

In response to Charlie's question, another American astronaut, the biologist Richard, couldn't help but purse his lips.

"I'm a New Yorker, I'm a Jets fan, I hate you Cowboys, but thankfully, the Giants are the ones I hate the most!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Richard took his manuscript and handed it to Edwin, the British astronaut who was standing not far away.

Edwin was a proper mathematician, and the data that everyone helped Ivan calculate always went through him, both for verification and supplementation.

As for the manor, after the radio went completely silent, Gavin took a deep breath and then glanced at his watch.

4:09 AM.

After setting the time, he raised his hand, patted Nikita on the shoulder, and said.

"Go and rest, Nikita. Don't miss breakfast at eight."

"You too, sir. Given your condition tonight, I don't think you'll be able to participate in tomorrow morning's exploration!"

Nikita emphasized this to Gavin, who raised his eyelids, smiled, and waved to Nikita.

"Don't worry about me, they all call me the Superman of Texas, and I'm about to go to sleep now, wanna join me?"

At this point, Gavin got up and left the radio station, went to his bed and lay down, patting his bed as he did so.

And Nikita.

She paused for two seconds, then answered rapidly.

"I'm still a few months away from turning 18, sir! You've already broken the law!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Nikita strode out of the broadcasting room and rushed back to her room.

After Nikita left, Gavin lay wearily on the bed and rubbed his face with his hand.

"Hey……"

After letting out a long sigh, Gavin took out his phone and set an alarm for himself ninety minutes from now.

He didn't know when the astronauts would rest; he only knew that he would never give up any opportunity to make contact with the space station, no matter what!
After all, there are barriers to the transfer of knowledge; just take the radio knowledge that the astronauts talked about with Gavin tonight.

If Gavin were to learn those skills solely from books, it might take him hours or even days to gain a basic understanding, and he would likely be hesitant and timid in practical application due to a lack of experience.

But what happens when that knowledge ends up in the mouths of the astronauts?

In just two communications, less than half an hour, the astronauts had covered most of the topics. In addition to basic operations, they even mentioned more than fifteen ways to deal with special situations to Gavin.

Knowledge and experience can be transferred much more quickly by people than by books.

In this process, the only thing that books stand out from people is their immutability and preservability.

Thinking of this, Gavin raised his hand to cover his eyes, then turned over in bed.

He must hurry and get as much sleep as possible.

So, more than an hour later, Gavin rubbed his eyes again, got up, and continued to talk with the astronauts about a series of questions regarding the power plant.

On the one hand, the astronauts' mental state was extremely worrying while they were in space. They were so eager to find a formula that would allow them to land perfectly that they would not have to sleep.

On the other hand, each of them felt that their chances of survival were slim, so they wished they could cram all their knowledge into Gavin's mind.

The astronauts didn't find these points bothersome, and Gavin didn't find them tiring; it was a purely two-way effort between them.

After ending the call, Gavin continued to rest until around 6:40. Suddenly, Gavin noticed the sound of the door bolt being turned. He calmly gripped his pistol, lay on the bed, and looked towards the door.

The door was opened first, and then old Bert's wheelchair slowly drove in.

Noticing Gavin's open eyes, old Bert glanced at Gavin's hand, which was slightly moving under the covers, and nodded knowingly.

“Your keenness alarms me, but I think you need to relax a bit more, child.”

Old Bert walked up to Gavin, lifted the blanket, and took out the pistol that Gavin had released to admire it for a moment.

Gavin turned slightly to face old Bert, yawned, and said.

"Nobody dislikes relaxing. I can finally get a good night's sleep now. Keep an eye on the radio for me and make sure you don't miss any communications from the space station."

"Although they spoke to me in a lively tone, I could feel the pressure they were under, just as they kept acknowledging how hard I was working."

"If we lose contact a few times, the rope that holds the space station, this isolated island, will loosen, and what awaits the astronauts may be a psychological tsunami and storm. They are going through a tougher time than we are, and they cannot bear any more."

After saying this, Gavin patted old Bert's knee, then closed his eyes on his own.

Seeing Gavin's breathing gradually even out, old Bert shook his head and chuckled as he scolded.

"You bastard, keep pretending! I don't believe you can fall asleep in front of someone with a gun, even if that person is me!"

At this point, old Bert irritably returned the gun to Gavin's pillow and then covered Gavin and the pistol with the blanket.

He then moved his wheelchair to the front of the radio station, took out a bottle of liquor from his pocket and took a sip, then pulled out the novel he had brought with him and started reading.

From a distance, Gavin squinted at the book in Old Potter's hand.

That's Mark Twain's Million Pound Note, a great satirical novel, and also an even better read for those who want to feel good. Mark Twain was a master of the art of showing off and getting slapped in the face.

Recalling the plot of that book, Gavin's lips curled slightly before he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he heard old Bert talking to Charlie about the cowboys' great achievements over the past five years.

Seeing this, Gavin got up and went behind old Bert, placing his hands on old Bert's shoulders and gently pressing them.

He then turned and left the room, heading to the dining room to sit down at his seat.

Gavin ate quite a lot of the simple apple salad with sweet milk and toast for breakfast.

While he was eating, he noticed that Horst hadn't joined the breakfast; instead, he had gone to the hall to start cleaning.

Seeing how enthusiastically Horst was working, Gavin couldn't help but frown.

He always felt that something was strange about it.

Horst was a little too proactive in his response to punishment, which didn't quite fit his outward personality.

It's possible that Horst was trying to make amends for something, or perhaps Horst was afraid.

But compared to that, Gavin always felt that Horst was more like he had made some kind of decision.

However, he couldn't read minds, so he could only give Eugene a look before speaking to Martin, who had almost finished eating.

"Martin, you're planning to join the field operations team, right?"

"Of course, my idol, you finally mentioned me!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Martin answered while wearily rubbing his eyes.

His long-term habit of smoking marijuana left him feeling slightly lethargic after last night's stress. In the past, he would have needed to smoke another marijuana to recover.

However, when asked by his idol, Martin managed to muster his spirits and continue speaking.

"I'm not cut out for sweeping, wiping tables, or washing clothes. Leave those chores to that coward Horst. I much prefer to wander the wilderness and forests with my crossbow!"

At this point, a glimmer of expectation appeared in Martin's eyes. As he scooped up the last piece of fried egg, he asked Gavin.

"So what kind of work do I have today? Can I come with you guys to fight zombies? Yesterday I only saw a few scattered zombies near Fairfield Airport, and I even managed to shake them off on my motorcycle. That's such a shame."

After saying that, Martin put the fried egg into his mouth and chewed it vigorously.

At the head of the table, in response to Martin's question, Gavin tapped the table with his hand and smiled.

"I have my own plans. Today's logistics will continue as usual, but in addition to the daily routine, we also need to set aside extra time to be ready to receive information from the space station at any time."

"Regardless of whether the astronauts on the space station are resting or not, and regardless of whether they have not contacted us several times, we need to make sure that communication is still working, because at this moment, the radio is the astronauts' lifeline!"

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

There's just too much logistical work to do.

There are really too many.

On the one hand, Doris was responsible for thirteen people, a number that exceeded that of most families.

Therefore, every meal Doris cooks now is at least the size of a small party; even this morning she fried over a hundred eggs.

But all of the more than one hundred were still eaten up. Everyone's fighting power was just too strong, especially Gavin, Old Man Mike and Sally Yeh. The three of them could easily eat the food for eight to ten people!
Gavin guessed that, given Doris's personality, she would definitely prepare more fried eggs for breakfast next time!
Moreover, Gavin felt that Sariel would probably start reducing her food intake soon.

This gentle, chubby man will definitely pay attention to Doris's work and start by relieving her stress.

Aside from cooking, Bella has been spending her time on flyers these past few days, and she still has plenty of printing paper left, enough to keep her busy for a while.

Although sanitation was contracted out to Horst, the dairy cows and horses were contracted out to Sariel.

But apart from the four of them, the only logistics personnel left were Old Bert, William, and Winnie, and the three of them practically had to shuttle back and forth between the sentry post and the broadcasting room!
Thinking of this, Gavin turned to William and the other man and said encouragingly to them.

“William, Winnie, it might be a bit tough for you and old Bert to work together. Each of you will have two hours on guard duty, two hours on the broadcasting call, and then two hours of rest. Can you handle that arrangement?”

After he finished speaking, Gavin waited patiently for their response.

Winnie didn't answer immediately, but looked at William instead.

Noticing Winnie's gaze, Gavin couldn't help but smile.

In just a few days, this precocious little girl has become even smarter. Perhaps she is worried that if she answers "no problem" too early, it will put pressure on William to answer correctly?

As for William, he would certainly be the one to answer Gavin's question.

He nodded emphatically and answered quickly.

"I'm OK!"

"I don't have any problem either!"

Winnie immediately followed, puffing out her little cheeks with great confidence.

Gavin then got up, patted Winnie on the head, and waved to the field staff.

"Field staff, pack your equipment and assemble in the lobby in five minutes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin went back to his room first, found his weapons and equipment, and put them on.

Finally, after putting on clean gloves, Gavin left the room and ran into Madison as he went outside. The two of them went to the lobby together.

As they passed Horst, Horst suddenly straightened up from wiping the floor and bowed respectfully to Gavin.

"Boss Gavin!"

After bowing, Horst didn't say much, only calling him "boss" before continuing his work.

Seeing this, Madison couldn't help but grin, then leaned closer to Gavin and said.

"Tsk tsk, boss, this guy's got a pretty good eye for things."

Upon hearing this, Gavin turned his head and his gaze lingered on Horst for a moment.

A moment later, Gavin spoke to Madison in a voice that Horst could definitely hear.

“It’s really good. It’s a waste to only have him clean. Once his punishment is over and we have more people, maybe I can give him some more important work.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin pushed open the gate and came out to the meadow, taking the dogs out for a stroll.

The big cat, who was terrified of dogs back then, now leaves the manor with its head held high and walks into the old manor with its cat-like steps.

Meanwhile, the golden retriever, with cat scratches on its nose, led the three female dogs to a lush, promised land and began to display its masculine prowess.

Amidst the heavy breathing of the golden retriever, all six field team members gathered around Gavin.

Gavin handed out cigarettes to all the smokers in the field team, and while smoking to ward off fatigue, he said...

"Eugene and Martin, stay home and don't interrupt me. You two have your jobs: protect the manor from zombies and prepare to welcome other survivors like Martin who come looking for you."

"Besides that... you two take some time to patrol the territory briefly, and try to catch a few lone zombies while you're at it."

"Oh yeah!!!"

At that moment, Eugene let out an excited cheer.

Martin clapped his hands listlessly and nodded to indicate that he was fine.

At this point, the field team split into two groups. Gavin, along with Steve, Mike, and Nikita, once again boarded the battle shield and headed towards Richard Town along the road leading to the hydroelectric power station.

As Gavin drove, Nikita pulled out a map from his pocket, took off his gloves, and used his slender fingers to point to a mark on the map, saying...

"Sir, last night I recalled the exploration process yesterday afternoon and marked the houses we explored on the map."

"Is it?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but smile and offer a compliment.

"You have a really great memory."

Faced with the emotional value offered by Gavin, Nikita remained silent for a moment, then lowered her head, pursed her lips, and said regretfully.

"It's a pity that I spent all my time studying legal provisions, which didn't provide us with the most timely help. Maybe I should have chosen science and engineering."

Upon hearing Nikita's words, Gavin was slightly taken aback, then looked at Nikita with even greater satisfaction.

Yes, Nikita, who has been practically raised and nurtured by her lawyer mother, is naturally familiar with many legal provisions!

In this way, if the survival camp has the opportunity to exceed thirty people and gradually move towards becoming a large camp, perhaps I can have Nikita take the lead and put in some effort to develop the first version of the camp's laws.

In this respect, even though Nikita hasn't graduated from her mother's school yet, she's still much better than someone like me who's only half-baked!
In the passenger seat, noticing Gavin's smiling expression, Nikita seemed to have guessed something.

So she breathed a long sigh of relief. What her mother taught her must be useful. How could her mother hold her back?

As Nikita continued to calculate, Steve looked at the map marked with many points and couldn't help but speak up.

"Boss, I just suddenly realized, will the location of the Richard Town resident really remain unchanged?"

"Yeah, holy crap!"

To Steve's left, Madison suddenly shouted, then frowned and continued speaking.

"If those resident groups gradually change their location, then all the house we cleaned yesterday was for nothing, wasn't it?"

"Even if we can take down some zombies, we can never let our guard down in Richard Town until we kill the last zombie!"

"Most importantly, if every town we encounter in the future is this troublesome, wouldn't a challenge that is difficult for a team like ours be an even greater challenge for those lone survivors who can't contact us?"

At this point, Madison silently pulled out the recording equipment that Gavin had asked him to prepare the night before.

Uh……

What kind of recording equipment could there be on a farm? They're just workers, not secret agents.

So, Madison actually brought the cell phone with him.

Meanwhile, Gavin, in the driver's seat, looked ahead and said...

“I’ve thought about this too, so last night I had you prepare recording equipment. If we encounter any screamers, we can try recording those sounds to see if it can attract other future residents.”

"I brought it, boss, I brought Steve Jobs's work!"

Madison quickly and proudly raised his phone.

Steve licked his gums with his tongue and then spoke to Madison.

"Old Mike, have you ever tried to figure out how long it takes from taking out your phone and opening the recording app to actually starting to record?"

"It only takes about two seconds because I turned off all passwords and put the recording function in the most convenient position."

Madison answered immediately.

Hearing what Old Mike said, Gavin nodded and smiled.

“Start recording at two seconds, and record for about two to three seconds. That way, at least in Richard Town, we can afford to take the risk.”

"So if we encounter a howler, we must not instinctively kill it, but try to make sure that Old Mike can record the howler's voice."

"But it doesn't matter if I can't record it, because I brought a rope that's hanging on my lower back."

"If the situation on site is too chaotic to record, I'll try to tie up the howler and take it back to a farm town far from the manor to study it slowly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin gave a confident smile.

In terms of action, Gavin believes he is absolutely no less capable than even the exaggerated protagonists in spy movies!

(End of this chapter)