Doomsday America

Chapter 124 Initial Establishment of Internal Affairs, Field Target: The Howler (10k)

After suppressing my laughter, I managed to satisfy myself by watching the crosstalk performance by this couple from Northeast China.

Gavin found a zombie survival manual and camp life guidelines, gave them to the couple, and told them to study them on their own.

Needless to say, Gavin has been constantly updating and refining the zombie survival manual since its inception, adding new content every day.

As for the camp survival guidelines, that was a little surprise Bella prepared for Gavin this afternoon.

She summarized all the rules and regulations issued by Gavin, including the division of responsibilities between logistics and field staff, and also tried to create a simple shift schedule for the guard posts for the following week.

After Bella showed it to Gavin, Gavin thought it was worth a try, so he decided to give this freshly made thing a trial run with a crosstalk couple from Northeast China.

While the couple retreated to their room and quietly studied the dozen or so pages of paper...

Gavin sat on the sofa, playing with the dogs lying beside him while holding a bottle of red wine, quietly waiting for eight o'clock to arrive.

Their journey to Livingston Lake today took nearly two and a half hours round trip. Adding the time lost picking up the new survivors, they didn't get home until almost 6:50.

It was already past seven o'clock after dinner, so Gavin didn't go out to hand out flyers anymore and simply sat on the sofa to rest.

Seeing that Gavin had finally given himself a moment's rest, old Bert chuckled and came to Gavin's side, holding the wheelchair's control lever as he smiled at Gavin.

"Gavin, it's good that you're here. There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin took out a cigarette and casually tossed one to old Bert as well.

Old Bert took the tobacco, endured his back pain, pushed the ashtray on the tea table between the two of them, and then laughed.

"Gavin, I think you shouldn't stay in the broadcasting room tonight."

"Really? So you're planning to take my place?"

Upon hearing Old Bert's words, Gavin asked him a question.

Old Bert nodded and explained to Gavin while smoking.

“That’s right, child. You have a lot to do during the day, and if your actions outside are affected by fatigue, we absolutely cannot bear the consequences.”

"As for me, I am old, children, and old people naturally sleep in short, fragmented sleep."

"Even without the sound from the space station, I wake up many times every night. Damn it, my aging body makes me open my eyes involuntarily, and memories of the past keep attacking me when my eyes are closed. You can understand, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert shook his head helplessly, letting the fragments of memories fade from his cloudy old eyes.

After a moment's thought, Gavin spoke softly.

"Old man, whether it's myself or you, making someone stare at the radio all night is a bit of torture."

"So, for the time being, let's both take charge of the radio at night."

"I will decide whether to relieve you before or after my shift, depending on my daily shift schedule."

"Of course, this is only a temporary measure. As for the future..."

At this point, Gavin thoughtfully lit his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray.

As the ash fell, Gavin continued softly.

"In the future, if we have a second radio, I hope we can publish some scripts so that our members can continue broadcasting the radio 24 hours a day."

"At that time, we will add a broadcasting post, which will also be staffed every two hours, and the posts will be assigned by the logistics personnel."

"On the one hand, we cannot miss the astronauts' calls, and on the other hand, we must keep a close eye on radios in Texas and other parts of the United States once we have new radios."

"I believe that as the apocalypse continues for longer, more and more people will use radios."

At this point, Gavin suddenly remembered something.

Did Feng Minglu say he could convert a walkie-talkie repeater into an amateur radio?

Since that's the case, I'll have him try modifying it tomorrow. Hopefully, that guy's talk of knowing a little bit isn't just bragging.

Beside him, watching Gavin deep in thought, old Bert pondered for a moment, then smiled.

"It's good that you have your own ideas. That puts my mind at ease. In that case, I'm going back to my room to rest, child."

"An elderly person like me who has difficulty moving around doesn't want to be next to you, watching you jump around and annoy me."

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert slowly drove away in his wheelchair.

Gavin then asked Old Bert a question as Old Bert moved away.

"Wait a minute, old buddy, how long do you think it will take for your condition to recover?"

"The symptoms have improved somewhat, but as for recovery, I think it will take at least another two weeks."

As Old Bert responded, he stopped and turned to look at Gavin.

He pondered for a moment and then asked Gavin.

"Kid, do you have any urgent work to assign me? If so, I might actually be able to swing a hammer."

"It's alright, just rest well. No matter how urgent things are, we can't do in a day what we'd be doing for a lifetime, can we?"

Gavin waved to old Bert and then stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Old Bert walked further and further away, eventually heading to the broadcasting room to rest.

After the initial excitement of establishing radio connectivity wore off, the astronauts on the space station had virtually no time for extensive communication with the ground.

The plan to return home requires a lot of computing power to ensure its success, and at this point, they were already exhausted from just researching the plan.

After old Bert left, Gavin rested for more than 30 minutes and even drank two glasses of red wine.

He couldn't help but laugh as he took a rare moment to rest.

A few days later, old Bert's personality underwent a significant change compared to before the apocalypse.

Old Bert used to be so foul-mouthed it was creepy, and he was always spouting Texas jokes and tough-guy jokes.

But now, alas, old Bert is gradually taking on the appearance of a kind old man.

After all, he was now the only elderly person in the camp, and as the only elder, even old Bert gradually became more serious.

After seeing off old Bert, Gavin rested happily for about half an hour. Around eight o'clock, he changed his clothes and went to the gym to work out.

Most people are here; exercising at eight o'clock seems to have become a tradition at the camp.

Even Feng Minglu, who had just joined, was sweating it out on the treadmill.

Seeing Gavin arrive, Feng Minglu glanced at him, then quickly got off the treadmill and went to Gavin's side, who was doing bench presses.

Looking at Gavin's terrifying bench press weight, he couldn't help but swallow hard, then whispered to Gavin.

"Boss, can I talk to you about the division of labor? I'm planning to... include both logistics and field operations, how should that be done?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin paused for a moment, then continued his bench press warm-up while asking Feng Minglu a question.

"You mean you want to help with cooking at the camp while also doing exploration work? Are you sure you can do it?"

"It'll be a little tiring, but it should be fine, boss."

Faced with Gavin's question, Feng Minglu gritted his teeth, nodded heavily, and explained.

"After dinner, I carefully studied the field work and found that there was a gap in patrol schedules. In other words, we lacked at least one person who could conduct fixed patrols within the camp's area of ​​influence."

“Boss, your farm is too big. Even if you drive around it, it will take more than 30 minutes. If we only patrol along the farm roads, it will be difficult to cover the edges of the surrounding pastures and farmland.”

“I think we need at least one person to keep a constant watch on the farm, to keep track of the cattle’s movements and prevent them from leaving the farm completely, and to ensure that no zombies gather on the edge of the farm.”

“I chatted with Steve for a while. Isn’t he your chief cowboy? I learned from him that our farm has a simple wire fence around the edge.”

"In that case, the barbed wire fence might cause various gatherings of zombies outside the fence. Once the zombies gather into hordes, they will be more difficult to deal with than when they are scattered."

At this point, Feng Minglu smiled憨厚ly and tentatively continued to ask Gavin.

"So, boss, I'm thinking of volunteering to be in charge of the regular patrols in the camp."

"Once I discover a large horde of zombies gathering outside the barbed wire fence, I fly the helicopter low to attract them to areas outside the farm, thus preventing the horde from breaking through the barbed wire fence and rushing into the farm."

"On the other hand, if possible, I hope other explorers can bring back some solar panels."

"In that case, I can also, during my patrols, restore the streetlights on the main roads leading to the farm to photovoltaic power generation as much as possible to ensure convenient passage at night."

"If I were to take on this kind of job, I could not only control my working hours, but also take time to help prepare ingredients and cook in the kitchen."

“I spoke with Doris for two minutes. She’s a very motivated woman, but as the camp’s population grows, she’s not up to the task of cooking all by herself. My husband and I can help her out.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Minglu waited nervously for Gavin's response.

This idea was the result of him and his wife spending a full half hour in their room trying to come up with it.

Originally, Lao Feng's wife was determined not to let him take on fieldwork.

After all, field work may seem to avoid all kinds of hard and tiring work, but the core of field explorers is risk-taking and risking their lives.

Cao Xinyan would rather both of them go out and work hard than let her husband risk his life!

But on this point, Feng Minglu's attitude was very firm.

In his view, as the apocalypse continues, field explorers will be of paramount importance to the camp.

They will be the eyes and hands of the camp, the source of all special supplies and urgent needs, not to mention anything else, even just toilet paper and sanitary napkins.

Without field crews to replenish supplies, everyone in the camp will soon be in trouble.

In addition, Feng Minglu knew one more thing:

If none of the three members of their family are available for field work, then the entire family will become the ones in need, and when a family has an urgent need, they will have no choice but to seek help from explorers to solve the problem.

Now, although their son is two and a half years old, there is no longer a huge need for formula.

But apart from that, Feng Minglu didn't want to have to rely on asking others for help to solve problems like diapers.

Therefore, no matter how dangerous field exploration is, he must go out, have the right to explore for resources, and become someone who is in need, so that his family of three can have a better future.

However, if he only does ordinary field work, it would undoubtedly be a waste of his core skills.

For him, adventure is the way to earn respect, the right to explore is the leverage he uses to take care of his family's needs, and feeding everyone in the camp is the key to finding his place in the team.

So, after much deliberation, he and his wife decided to focus on patrolling the farm.

Previously, Gavin was short-staffed, with only one sentry post in the camp, making it impossible to take on patrol duties.

But now, Feng Minglu feels that his timing for joining is just right. If he can take on both field and logistical roles through patrols, then his position in this camp will naturally be much more secure!

As for Gavin, after listening to Feng Minglu's idea, he did two more presses, then propped the barbell on the rack, sat up, and looked at Feng Minglu.

Looking at Feng Minglu's honest smiling face, Gavin narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"Fixed patrols, huh? If I imagine the explorers as soldiers who need to fight, then the job you're hoping for is more like that of a policeman, Feng."

At this point, Gavin gave Feng Minglu a deep look.

The kind of work that Feng Minglu is talking about now sounds no different from field work, but in reality, this job is closer to office work.

Gavin had thought about this before. As the camp population grew, the rules within the camp would also increase, and naturally there would be more troublesome and potentially dangerous individuals like Horst.

At that time, roles such as internal security guards will have to be created. They will need to patrol regularly and protect the camp personnel to prevent them from doing things such as fighting, drinking, drug use, insulting women, or even killing others.

Over the past few days, the camp population has been quite small, so Gavin managed to get by with the job.

Before Eugene's ear was injured, this job was essentially taken over by William.

With Eugene injured and Martin recovering from his herbal remedy, they ended up juggling this job as well.

As for now, the fact that Feng Minglu brought up this matter proves that Feng Minglu does indeed have good judgment.

He accurately chose the most suitable position for himself, which not only ensured he had a role in the team but also allowed him to take care of his wife. At the same time, he was able to create team needs, which gradually made him an indispensable member of the team.

Thinking of this, Gavin scrutinized Feng Minglu's eyes once more.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Feng Minglu secretly took a breath. He finally began to realize what made Gavin different from others!

Gavin's eyes didn't look like those of a man in his twenties at all.

Although those eyes were healthy and clear, the light in them was full of judgment and thought.

When Feng Minglu faced that gaze, he immediately felt as if he were being seen naked. In addition, he even felt that at this moment he had become a fish on Gavin's chopping board, being picked and weighed by Gavin at will!

The longer that gaze lingered on him, the more Feng Minglu couldn't help but swallow again.

Just as Feng Minglu was about to speak slightly, intending to add something,

Gavin suddenly spoke up, stopping Feng Minglu from saying what he wanted to say but couldn't, and said to Feng Minglu.

"Are you sure you can drive a tractor, a bulldozer, an excavator, and a helicopter?"

"Yes, yes, that's right, I really can, I'm not bragging!"

Feng Minglu quickly responded, then let out a long sigh.

At the same time, Gavin nodded slightly, a faint smile finally appearing on his calm face, and continued speaking to Feng Minglu.

“Feng, the tasks you’ve proposed don’t sound like fieldwork.”

"I think you've already figured it out. It's actually a very important job. It comes with responsibilities and certain rights. You've really chosen a great path for yourself."

At this point, Gavin stood up and patted Feng Minglu on the shoulder.

Feng Minglu's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Gavin with slight surprise.

More than half an hour earlier, Feng Minglu, who was studying the zombie survival manual and camp life regulations with his wife, had already remarked on how small but perfectly formed the mosquitoes at Camp Gavin.

Their only opinion on this matter was...

Although Camp Gavin may seem like a makeshift operation, Gavin himself has a far-sighted vision that makes them worthy of expectation.

Researching and summarizing zombies, as well as tracking and exploring the zombie virus, are not things that ordinary post-apocalyptic survivors should consider.

As for Gavin's gradual approach to institutionalizing and standardizing the makeshift team, it gave Feng Minglu hope that the camp could truly grow bigger and stronger.

And now...

Feng Minglu had to admit that the foreigner in front of him was just a star athlete in the past.

But his sensitivity to power is almost like that of someone from a family of American civil servants!
As for why Gavin and he emphasized the importance of administrative work, how could Feng Minglu not understand?

So Feng Minglu swallowed hard, then quietly leaned closer to Gavin and whispered something.

"Boss, I still have a wife and kids to take care of, so... hehe, I really couldn't resist finding myself a job that's easier to look after them. I hope you'll be lenient~"

"Hmm, not bad, you're a real man."

Upon hearing Feng Minglu's words, Gavin grinned.

Although these people from the three northeastern provinces always like to use language barriers to tease people, he is still quite sensible.

Gavin just emphasized the nature of rights to Feng Minglu. Was he really emphasizing rights? He was clearly questioning Feng Minglu.

Why should I believe you?

Feng Minglu answered quickly, because he has a wife and children, which are his natural weaknesses and vulnerabilities!

If field agents, while needing to risk their lives, also enjoy a status and respect recognized and respected by everyone in the camp.

The status of field staff is actually only honorary.

As for the rights of field agents, Gavin had always kept those rights in his own hands. As the camp's main gunner, he naturally had to hold onto them firmly!
He wanted to ensure that there was no dissent among all the field staff, to the point that Gavin could command them to obey without question!
Therefore, the status and honor of other field staff do not actually carry any real weight.

So where exactly does the weighting lie?
It is common knowledge that power has always been concentrated in the hands of the gun, words, official positions, and money.

Gavin had a firm grip on both the gun and the words.

The remaining tasks naturally fall to logistics and internal affairs, especially logistics!

In terms of logistics, anyone who is qualified to feed the camp naturally possesses a certain degree of power, but Doris has never used this power.

Her personality, at least for now, completely lacks the qualities of a manager.

So Doris just kept her head down and cooked.

If Gavin wasn't the camp leader, and he was in charge of cooking.

He will definitely make the canteen's power and influence clear, on the one hand promoting the planting plan, and on the other hand relying on large-scale planting operations to centrally command logistics personnel.

On the other hand, relying on the canteen's function, Gavin constantly made various demands on the field staff, thereby expanding his authority and extending it from logistical work to the entire camp. Following this, Gavin would even propose large-scale logistical plans, such as digging ditches, building protective nets, and even going so far as to envision plans like constructing city walls and digging bunkers.

And through continuous planning and collective action, they continue to expand their influence!

Compared to logistical work, office staff have more direct rights.

For example, if the office staff needs to prevent members from getting into trouble, shouldn't they have the right to regularly inspect members' rooms to prevent members from hiding gambling items?

The influence of the office staff will naturally be gradually built up through constant interactions with other team members.

By the same token, even if Gavin wasn't the team leader at first, he was confident that he could start from every position on the team, gradually expand his influence, and eventually defeat any other leader to take the top position.

And Feng Minglu...

Gavin grinned as he looked at Feng Minglu.

This guy is at least someone who knows how to manipulate power!
So should Gavin be worried about him?

What a joke!
Feng Minglu just emphasized that he has a wife and children, and that he has a huge weakness.

If Gavin doesn't trust and exploit someone with such a huge weakness and absolute vulnerability, then what should Gavin believe in?
Do you believe in single men who have no wife, no children, and no ties?

Or should we trust each member's own moral compass?

Thinking of this, Gavin released Feng Minglu and said softly.

"Here's what we'll do: go talk to William tonight and try partnering with him. William's foot should be mostly healed soon; at least walking and jogging should be no problem for him."

"After breakfast tomorrow, I will take some time to talk to you about your duties and responsibilities. As for your identities, I think 'field operative' and 'explorer' are not enough to describe your duties."

"What do you think of the back-office staff? Or perhaps they could be combined with the explorers and supporters and called the Vigilant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin gently patted Feng Minglu on the shoulder.

Feng Minglu smiled憨厚ly and answered softly.

"I'll do whatever you say, boss!"

"alright."

Gavin didn't say anything more to Feng Minglu and went to the boxing ring.

He put on his boxing gloves and smiled at Martin, who had just been knocked down by Madison, from a distance.

"How's it going, buddy? Still gotta keep fighting? Want to practice a bit?"

"Of course! I wouldn't miss a sparring session with my idol, but I won't hold back, so watch out, idol!"

After Martin finished speaking, he quickly spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and stood up excitedly.

Then, in just one second, Gavin completely overpowered him.

Gavin gained a lot of knockdown experience from his teammates while playing football.

Moreover, although he is not a professional boxer, his physical attributes alone would allow him to completely dominate anyone in the ring.

Even if Tyson and Harry stood in front of Gavin, Gavin didn't think he would lose.

As Gavin swiftly took down Martin, Eugene grinned wickedly and leaned close to Feng Minglu, shouting something.

"Hey, Eastern Agent, how about coming up into the boxing ring with me and showing me what you've got?"

"That's great! Come on, it's been a while since I've practiced!"

Feng Minglu would certainly not refuse such a thing, after all, fighting is the simplest way for men to get closer.

Even if Eugene doesn't come looking for him, he'll still slowly play a few matches with each member of the team.

Thus, the two replaced Gavin and Martin in the boxing ring.

Gavin watched the fight between the two with great interest.

Eugene is 177 cm tall, and Lao Feng is 183 cm tall. The height difference is not that big, and the weight difference between them is not very large either.

After Lao Feng took off his vest, Gavin noticed that Lao Feng's muscles looked quite defined, suggesting that he might have been working out regularly and had a low body fat percentage.

This is not a good thing in combat, as a low body fat percentage means lower endurance and resistance to blows.

As for Eugene, his body fat percentage is actually much better than that of Lao Feng.

And so, the two fought for two rounds before finally ending with Old Feng managing to wrestle and subdue Eugene.

Gavin believes that if Lao Feng fights for another two rounds, his stamina will probably run out.

As for Martin...

Gavin glanced at Martin.

Martin's body is truly a superb physique built for wilderness survival. While maintaining a high muscle mass, his body fat percentage is close to 20%, and he possesses immense strength!
Don't be fooled by the fact that Gavin knocked him down in just one second; in reality, it was Gavin's numerical superiority that completely overwhelmed him.

People like Martin probably engage in many challenging activities like knife hunting, such as hunting wolves and cougars with just a dagger.

Gavin estimates that, apart from Madison, even Steve would have a hard time beating Martin.

Having read this far, Gavin probably had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

In terms of unarmed combat ability, he and Mike are naturally in the first tier, Martin and Steve are in the second tier, and Eugene and Von Leigh are in the third tier.

Old Feng was not a special forces soldier after all; he lacked combat experience and had been retired for some time.

Eugene's situation was similar; their physical limitations meant that it would be difficult for either of them to overtake many people unarmed.

As for armed combat ability...

Gavin felt that if everyone were to fight with knives and daggers, he and Martin would be in the first tier, Eugene and Von Leigh in the second tier, and Steve and Madison would fall to the third tier.

Steve mainly practices with revolvers and doesn't use daggers much, while Madison isn't good at either. If they were armed, their combat effectiveness would be so-so.

After all, when it comes to weapons, those who are skilled can truly crush those who are not.

After observing, Gavin called a few more people to practice, and casually knocked each of them down at least once.

He took a shower around 9:40 and then went to stand guard from 10 to 12.

While he was on guard duty, he was in Old Feng's room.

Seeing the bruises on Lao Feng's body, Cao Xinyan came to his side and whispered after putting the child to sleep.

"How did you get beaten up like this, honey? Were you bullied?"

"No, how could that be? It was all just a joke~"

Old Feng agreed and stretched his arms at the same time.

Gavin punched him below his right collarbone, knocking him out of breath and rendering him unable to fight.

It made his right chest and right arm very uncomfortable.

Seeing Old Feng's grimacing face, Cao Xinyan sighed and gently rubbed his arm.

As she massaged him, she remarked with emotion.

"I helped the cook wash the dishes last night, and I also heard that little girl talking nonstop in my ear. Although I couldn't understand her, the happiness in their eyes and their welcome to me were genuine. This campsite is really great, we've met some good people!"

"Yes, this camp is really quite good. Our village chief has a plan in mind, and the overall atmosphere of the camp is half family and half military. This kind of atmosphere is very suitable for outsiders like us to integrate into."

Old Feng nodded, then took his wife's hand and hugged her tightly.

Feeling her husband's body temperature, Cao Xinyan took a deep breath and murmured with emotion.

"Honey, are we... never going to be able to go home again?"

"This……"

Hearing his wife's sigh, he put his arm around her belly and shook his head.

"Your husband really doesn't know how to fly a commercial airliner. I don't understand anything about those things. Besides, in this apocalyptic world, the most important thing is to be able to live safely. Home is where you and the children are!"

At this point, Lao Feng grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her down onto the bed.

Feeling the warmth of the mattress, Old Feng sighed and gave a wry smile.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep early. Let's get up early tomorrow morning and help their chef. Try to do as much as possible in general. It doesn't matter if we're tired or not, safety is the most important thing!"

"Yeah, I know. This isn't a job. If it were a job, you could just quit if you didn't want to. But if we miss out on a camp like this, I'm really afraid we'll end up with one of those awful camps. How are we supposed to survive then? Sigh..."

The two chatted briefly, one sentence at a time, before falling asleep one after the other.

After finishing his post, Gavin went back to the broadcasting room and slept for four hours before taking over from the exhausted Bert and chatting with the astronauts.

This time, Gavin focused on discussing the situation of Feng Minglu's family with the astronauts, specifically how all three of them caught a cold but didn't turn into zombies.

The astronauts made many judgments in response, but without real-world support, they ultimately could not rely on their judgments to gamble on luck.

After another chat with the astronauts.

Gavin checked the time; it was already 6:20.

At this hour, he could still sleep for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep; he was both sleepy and unable to sleep.

So he simply left the broadcasting room and decided to take the dogs out for a walk.

But when he arrived in the hall, he found that Old Feng's family had already gotten up early.

At this moment, Cao Xinyan, carrying her son and accompanied by her dog, was tidying up and sorting everyone's clothes in the hall.

Feng Minglu carried two large boxes of eggs as he walked through the corridor toward the restaurant.

Seeing this, Gavin couldn't help but shake his head.

This couple is also under pressure. Look at them, they're too expressive, and they seem a bit overwhelmed.

Thinking this, Gavin came up to Cao Xinyan, snatched the clothes she was packing, and casually piled them aside.

Then, he pointed to the child on the woman's back and laughed.

"Children need more rest. As long as you take good care of your child and don't let the child bother others, you are already a qualified mother. You don't need to do more than every other team member."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Lao Feng, who pursed his lips, put down the eggs, and went to talk to his wife.

Watching the two of them chat, Gavin couldn't help but eavesdrop on their crosstalk for a while before taking his dog outside for a walk.

When he returned from walking the dog, Cao Xinyan had already disappeared; she probably took the child back to her room to rest.

Old Feng, on the other hand, mingled with Doris as if they were old friends, frying eggs and bread together, while also making Doris beam with joy.

With an extra person in the kitchen, the amount of breakfast was slightly higher than yesterday. Even though Gavin and the others ate a few more fried eggs, there were still seven or eight fried eggs left to feed the dog.

After Gavin finished eating, he gathered all the members in the hall and briefly arranged the day's work.

In terms of logistics, things remain the same. They already have enough work to do at home, and there won't be any major changes in logistics until they start farming.

Except for Bella, since she didn't distribute flyers yesterday, she didn't need to print flyers today, so Gavin replaced William at the sentry post with Bella.

He pointed at William and Old Feng and said.

"Starting today, in addition to field and logistics positions, we will create additional office positions, which will be temporarily filled by William and Feng."

At this point, Gavin asked William a question.

"William, Feng has already discussed this topic with you, hasn't he?"

"That's right, boss. Feng and I talked for ten minutes last night. I know what I need to do!"

As William answered, he instinctively puffed out his chest, displaying the police badge on his chest.

In recent days, although William has treasured his police uniform and put it away, even when he changes into denim clothes, he still wears his police badge on his chest.

Before last night, William had been longing for a speedy recovery so he could work in the field with Eugene.

But after Lao Feng talked to him about Gavin's plans for the office last night...

Honestly, William was really attracted to the responsibilities of the office staff!
Whether it was the duty of patrolling the camp or the duty of defending the camp, these things struck a chord with William.

In other words, isn't the work of an office clerk the same as that of a police officer?
Let William do this; it's a perfect match for his expertise!

So before going to sleep, William clutched the police badge in silence for a long time, and then chatted with Eugene for a long time.

Eugene didn't care what his little cousin did; in his opinion, as long as his little cousin didn't do anything stupid or foolish, that was enough.

Or rather, as long as my little cousin is alive, that's fine; it would be even better if he could live a happier life.

At this moment, seeing William raise his badge, Gavin nodded and continued to give instructions.

“William, your legs aren’t very strong, so your job is mainly to guard the camp, receive any new survivors who might arrive, ensure that no one in the camp is secretly playing with marijuana, and prevent anyone from doing anything to harm the rest of the team.”

"When I'm not at the camp, if any special circumstances arise, you are permitted to kill the person if necessary. You and Feng will decide based on the specific situation."

"Understood, boss. I'll definitely do my job well!"

William saluted Gavin excitedly, then smiled smugly.

Then, Gavin pointed to Feng Minglu and began to explain.

“Feng, I need you to patrol the edge of the farm at least once today on your motorcycle, while tracking the cattle to prevent them from crashing through the fence and leaving the farm in large numbers.”

"At the same time, I also need you to try to modify the walkie-talkie repeater to see if it can be converted into a radio. If you can, you can directly hand the radio over to old Bert."

"If you encounter any special situations during the operation, such as an excessive number of zombies or encountering special zombies, then immediately call Eugene's field team, and they will provide you with support as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin waved to Lao Feng, who immediately nodded and gave an exaggerated salute.

After arranging the work for the office staff, Gavin turned to the field staff and said with a smile.

“It’s just us left, guys. Today’s schedule is the same as yesterday. Eugene and Martin, you two stay home. Continue to prepare the machine gun posts and continue to build the makeshift barricades.”

"The four of us will continue exploring Richard Town. This time, before we go to the library to move the books, we must try to find the next howler of this horde, try to record its voice, or simply capture one of those things!"

At this point, Gavin looked up to his right, where, a few hundred meters away, five zombies with different injuries were still tied to wooden stakes.

Gavin looked at the zombies, pondered for a moment, and continued.

"After lunch break this afternoon, let's take the logistics team to practice their courage. Five zombies should be enough for each of them."

Not everyone in logistics needs to be brave. Even Winnie once shot a zombie with her own hand, and she has run over and killed several others, including William's...

Forget it, let’s not talk about that.

In short, the only people in the logistics department who need to put in the effort right now are Doris, Horst, and Cao Xinyan.

As for Bella and Sariel...

Bella's marksmanship is decent, and she's quite skilled with guns, so Gavin doesn't need to worry about her.

And Sariel...

Although he has difficulty moving around, he has a record of killing zombies and does not need extra practice.

With the arrangements made, today's work was basically sorted out, and everyone immediately dispersed to get busy with their respective tasks.

Gavin, also in his battle shield, continued toward Richard Town.

While Gavin was driving, Madison couldn't help but look back.

Right behind the shield, on top of the sealed cargo hold, are six rather rudimentary-looking bollards, each about half a meter high.

Looking at those things, Madison pursed his lips and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, are we really going to catch the Howler today?"

"Of course!"

In response to Madison's question, Gavin gave a very straightforward answer.

“We must record the howlers’ voices as soon as possible and try to devise an effective trap that can quickly kill anyone remaining in the town.”

"Otherwise, the crows in the nearby sky wouldn't be able to finish eating all that rotten meat in the town."

"If I could, I really wouldn't want to set such a big fire in the town!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin couldn't help but frown.

Another day passed, and there was still that pile of rotting flesh in Richard's town.

It must smell even worse now...

(End of this chapter)