Doomsday America

Chapter 125 Frenzied Slaughter and the Bull Hunters (10k)

Muttering about that lump of rotten meat, Gavin drove at a steady pace.

Not long after, they saw the thing again in the center of Richard Town.

From a distance, Gavin could see hundreds of crows circling above the pile of rotting flesh, cawing incessantly.

Although I know that crows are among the most beneficial birds.

But honestly, the sound of their voices echoing through the desolate town gave the living a truly ominous feeling...

Enduring the slightly eerie bird calls, Gavin glanced at the pile of rotting flesh.

The color of the rotting flesh was darker than yesterday, and in some places, blood, pus, and tissue fluid were beginning to dry and scab over. It was not as badly rotten as Gavin had imagined.

From a distance, the pile of rotting flesh didn't look any more disgusting than yesterday; in fact, it appeared slightly cleaner...

This discovery gave Gavin a jolt, but after a brief moment of thought, he felt that it was probably acceptable.

It's February now, and the cold weather has obviously slowed down the rate at which the pile of rotting flesh decomposes. Meanwhile, the dry, cold winter air quickly removes the moisture from the surface of the pile of rotting flesh.

Perhaps the flesh outside the pile of rotting flesh hadn't had time to completely decompose before it was dried out by the cold air?
Thinking of this, Gavin's gaze fell on the two crows above the pile of rotten flesh.

The two crows were pecking at the scabs on the pile of rotten flesh, and they easily broke through the scabs, pulling out some of the flesh and blood inside and swallowing it.

Seeing this, Gavin couldn't help but swallow.

He wasn't craving it; it was just a bit of physical nausea.

So he quickly moved away from the pile of rotten flesh and parked the car again in front of the library.

They had previously explored the police station and weapons shop, but had not encountered the Howlers.

So, besides taking a huge chance and venturing into every house to search for the Howler, Gavin naturally had to see if the Howler would reappear in the library.

Gavin stopped the car and began to speak to the crowd.

"Guys, set up simple bollards around here. If there are still howlers in the library, the bollards will not only prove that the howlers have a fixed location, but also help us get more opportunities to record!"

"Okay, boss, if there are still Howlers in the library, then things will be much easier for us."

Madison responded with a chuckle, then went to the back of the car to untie the ropes and remove two of the makeshift bollards that had been tied up. He placed them on the left and right sides about eight or nine meters away from the battle shield.

Gavin picked up four of them and piled them on the two sides of the shield, which was where the zombies had mainly rushed towards them when they were first attacked.

At this moment, the corpses of zombies are still piled up in those locations.

Even without the bollards, the haphazardly laid-out corpses would have been enough to create a barrier.

But when it comes to security, no one can ever have too much.

After removing the barriers, Gavin waved to Nikita and Madison, and the three of them cautiously entered the library.

As Madison walked forward, he took out his phone, switched to the recording interface, and only needed to press the button to start recording.

Gavin led the two through the library, and as they passed two rows of bookshelves, they immediately saw a zombie huddled in the corner of one of them.

Just as they were looking at the zombie, the zombie turned back and stared intently at Gavin and his companions.

Unfortunately, this zombie was not a Howler. After spotting its target, it immediately charged towards Gavin and his companions.

Seeing this, Gavin swung his ram's horn warhammer, smashing the zombie's skull off and slamming it against the bookshelf.

Wow!

Many books were scattered on the ground, and Gavin couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He should have been more careful; what if there were some important books among them...?

"Ahhhh!!!"

Just as Gavin was still thinking, suddenly...

A chilling scream suddenly erupted from the library!
This time, the howler was farther away from Gavin, which made it easier for Gavin to hear it.

Indeed, the zombies' voices were disgusting, but in any case, they hadn't reached the level of a sonic attack!

This time, Nikita only grimaced in discomfort and didn't vomit.

As for Madison.

The moment the sound rang out, he instinctively pressed the button to record it.

Gavin quickly located the howler by following the direction of the sound, then turned to look at Madison.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Madison shook his head in disgust, then nodded heavily, raising his phone in the process.

After confirming Madison's nod and the gesture of raising his phone, Gavin immediately yelled.

"Let's go, get in the car!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin strode out of the library, followed closely by Madison and Nikita.

As they rushed out, the two resident members who were following closely behind in the library also leaped over the bookshelves and pounced on Gavin and his group.

Gavin completely ignored the resident, and directly led Nikita past the battle shield, first helping Nikita into the passenger seat, and then quickly climbing into the back seat.

As he got into the car, Madison had already closed the rear door on the side closest to the library, and watched as the zombie slammed its head heavily against the window of the Shield.

Boom!
Boom boom boom!
The zombies' movements were ferocious and vicious; the speed at which they swung their heads and smashed the car windows was like setting off firecrackers, making a continuous banging sound, reminding Gavin of the night Gigi died.

But this time, nobody's worried about how good they are at head-shaking!

What does six centimeters thick bulletproof glass mean? At least the Russian manufacturers claim that an RPG loaded with an anti-personnel warhead cannot penetrate it with a single shot.

As for the zombie's head...

Carbon-based organisms are ultimately carbon-based organisms; the strength of their muscles and bones has its limits!
At that moment, looking at the zombies so close at hand, Madison turned off the recording, then grabbed Gavin's arm and said.

"Haha, boss, look outside the car! The way they're working so hard is really inspiring!"

"Stop joking around, drive! Let's go!"

Gavin closed the car door and urged Steve to drive off quickly. Steve immediately stepped on the gas, shoved the two zombies in the direction of the library aside, and sped off in his War Shield.

Aside from the two residents in the library, the time it took for the shield to charge was short-lived.

The zombies inside the other buildings hadn't even gotten within fifteen meters of the shield!

Seeing that he had easily shaken off the increasingly dense horde of zombies, Steve excitedly honked the horn and laughed.

"Boss, how did you guys end up like that last time? It's so simple, they couldn't even touch us!"

Upon hearing Steve's words, before Gavin could respond, Madison slammed his fist on Steve's car seat from behind and yelled at him.

“Steve, you have no idea how dangerous our last crisis was!”

"Do you even know what 'first encounter kill' means? Don't you play World of Warcraft? If you don't know the mechanics of a boss, you have no idea how troublesome it can be!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison nudged Steve's chair again.

Steve then quickly waved to Madison.

"OK, don't get excited, I was just joking to celebrate our successful operation~"

At this point, Steve turned to Gavin and asked softly.

"So, boss, you guys got the recording, right? What's our next step? Should we go outside town and use a megaphone?"

When they were looking for a radio at the police station, they also found a car loudspeaker, the kind that patrol officers use to broadcast messages while driving.

When faced with Steve's question, Gavin grabbed Madison's phone and patted Steve's chair.

"Go outside the town and park about two hundred meters away from it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin took the earphones Madison handed him, plugged them into his phone, and listened to the recording.

"Fake!"

In just a moment, Gavin uncomfortably pulled off his headphones.

That dog shit-like sound kept drilling into his ears, and it felt even more disgusting than if it were indoors!
However, Madison did record the howler's voice, and for more than three seconds.

Having confirmed this, he nodded, suppressing his nausea, and patted Madison's arm as he spoke.

"Well done, Mike!"

"Of course, boss!"

Madison grinned and gave Gavin a thumbs up.

Meanwhile, the Shield Warriors had already rushed out of the town, leaving the zombies far behind.

After the car left the town, Steve suddenly drifted and swerved, turning the car around and skillfully reversing away from the town.

As for Gavin, he held his phone, silently watching the zombies constantly pouring out of the town, and couldn't help but say something.

"Slow down, open the window, and fire. This is also a good opportunity to kill them."

"I'll listen to you, boss!"

Upon receiving Gavin's order, even Steve immediately rolled down the car window and then quickly slowed down.

As the car slowed down, the zombies quickly pounced within fifty meters of them.

At this point, Gavin and his men opened fire, with buckshot and revolver bullets raining down on the horde of zombies.

Even with bullets in their faces, the zombie horde continued to chase them for over twenty seconds before scattering like birds and beasts, each fleeing back into the town.

Seeing the zombies quickly run away, Steve, who was reversing, stopped the car and asked in surprise and excitement.

"Just like you wrote in the book, boss, they started running about two hundred meters from the town, but even with just those two hundred meters, we can wear them down!"

"That's right! We're going to wear them down today!"

Hearing Steve's words, Gavin excitedly knocked on the car window and laughed.

"If we don't have enough bullets, we'll go home and resupply. In any case, the zombies in Richard Town must be dead by tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his hand and pointed towards the town.

"Steve, charge in, then connect to the police car's loudspeaker and see if the screamers' recordings have any effect on them!"

"Okay, boss!"

Steve immediately pulled off the walkie-talkie, while Nikita placed his phone next to the walkie-talkie and pressed play.

Immediately, the shield, accompanied by amplified, nauseating noise, charged into the town once more.

The distant inhabitants had not yet finished their individual escapes when the howling voices were heard again.

They paused briefly, then had no choice but to charge at Gavin and his group again!
Seeing that the zombies had been successfully attracted, Nikita covered her ears and shouted.

"Great! The recording works!"

As he spoke, Nikita removed his hands from his ears, enduring the piercing noise, and leaned his upper body out of the car window.

The same was true for Gavin and Old Mike; gunshots rang out again throughout the town.

Facing zombies charging straight at them, they didn't even need to aim too much. As long as they kept their crosshairs near the upper body of the zombie, there was a high chance they could blow its head off with buckshot!
Seeing another seven or eight zombies fall to their guns, Gavin laughed excitedly as he changed the magazine on his shotgun.

That's right, he also brought a shotgun with him when he went out this time. After all, the shotgun is just too effective at shooting zombies within a hundred meters!

Just as Gavin finished changing the magazine and was about to stick the gun out of the car window to fire again...

Suddenly, another loud roar rang out from nearby!

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sound came from the southeast direction of the shield, about 130 meters away!

After this sound rang out, the zombies that had just been rushing towards the shield suddenly all turned around and charged towards the new roar!
"Fake!"

Seeing this, Madison pulled his head back and cursed.

"Those damn zombies all ran away, they were chased away by other howlers!"

Just as Madison was cursing, Gavin growled at Steve.

"Steve, stop the sound!"

Suddenly, their car loudspeaker stopped working, and Steve simply stopped the car in the middle of the road.

Seeing the car stop, Gavin pointed out of town.

"Turn around and go outside, wait the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, and then try again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin put the gun back in the car window and turned off the safety.

While Gavin was organizing his weapons, Steve turned around and said to Gavin.

"Boss, when you last encountered the Howlers, did you encounter a similar situation, like when many Howlers sounded the alarm at the same time?"

"No."

Gavin shook his head and answered with a frown.

"When we first encountered the screamers, we held them off outside the library for a full half minute before we finally found an opportunity for everyone to board the vehicle and evacuate safely!"

For a full half minute, apart from the already dead howlers, no other sound rang out in the town!

"Now it seems that I am worried that these zombies have some kind of anti-counterfeiting measures of their own."

"This method is obviously not very effective, because the sounds we record can attract people to stay."

"But the sounds we recorded are clearly not high enough priority compared to the actual screamers!"

By the time Gavin finished speaking, the car had already left the town and stopped more than 200 meters outside of it.

Seeing the car stop, Gavin reached out and took out a cigarette. After lighting one for himself, he casually tossed one to Steve.

After lighting his cigarette, Gavin exhaled a puff of smoke and continued speaking.

"After we finish this cigarette, let's go into town and try again. This time, we'll all wear noise-canceling headphones and turn the loudspeakers up to the maximum!"

"If even the loudest recording can't outpace the howler in terms of priority, then our plan to lure zombies with recordings alone is going to be far too inefficient!"

"By the time……"

Gavin pondered for about a second and a half, then decisively pounded the seat and said.

"Then we'll go straight back to the library and tie up that howler!"

"I'll bring a rope and try to gag the howler while we're moving. Let's get it out of town!"

"Then, we tied the howler to the car, and when we needed it to make a sound, we untied the rope binding its mouth and let it scream to its heart's content!"

"If recording isn't a priority enough, then I'll see if any other howlers will compete for the zombies' attraction after the living howlers send out their signals!"

After saying that, Gavin exhaled a heavy puff of smoke.

At the same time, the group, who had been slightly downcast due to the change in plans, immediately rallied and nodded to Gavin.

The time it takes to smoke a cigarette passes quickly.

After Gavin threw his cigarette butt on the road, everyone took out noise-canceling earmuffs and put them on.

The reason they wore noise-canceling earmuffs was because Eugene's ear injury served as a reminder to them.

Of course, because their earcups are independent, unlike special forces which directly install noise-canceling devices on synchronized helmet modules.

Therefore, their noise-canceling ear tips are actually not very convenient in actual combat, and there is a possibility that they will fall off.

That's why they didn't wear earmuffs at the beginning.

but now……

All the people needed to do was sit in the car, fire their guns, and drive; there was no need for strenuous running, so they didn't have to worry about their earmuffs falling off.

Gavin will most likely try to capture the Howler at close range a while later.

To prevent the howler's voice from having a greater impact when the distance is too close, now is the time for noise-canceling earmuffs to come in handy.

At this point, the shield-wielding warriors charged into the town once again.

Five or six minutes later, the howling voice had disappeared, and all the residents had vanished from the town without a trace.

Gavin instructed Steve to drive the car 130 meters into the town and then turn the loudspeaker up to the maximum!
Immediately, a deafening roar, more than three times louder than before, burst forth from the loudspeaker.

In an instant, the zombies in the town erupted in uproar, rushing towards their car in a frenzy.

Gavin and his two companions continued shooting to reduce the number of zombies after they rushed close to them.

But this time the situation was no different from the last time; they only got less than fifteen seconds of shooting time.

Not long after the horde of lingering corpses gathered, the other howlers in the town began to roar one after another.

The zombies that remained were directly drawn away by the sounds, completely ignoring Gavin and his group.

Perhaps Gavin and his group had turned the volume up too high, because this time there wasn't just one howler, but three in total, and even the howlers in the library joined in the howling.

Through noise-canceling headphones and the loudspeaker right next to him, Gavin vaguely heard something different, so he quickly patted the seat and said something.

"Steve, stop the car and turn off the sound."

Upon hearing this, Steve knowingly turned off the loudspeaker and stopped the car.

Gavin quickly took off his earmuffs, opened the car door, and climbed onto the roof of the car before the car had even left the town, using binoculars to observe the surroundings.

Seeing Gavin climb onto the roof of the car, Steve immediately yelled at Gavin.

"Boss! Isn't this a bit risky? If we encounter an emergency and have to drive, I might just throw you off the roof!"

"Quiet! Even if I fall, the zombies won't be able to catch me!"

Hearing Steve's words, Gavin lightly stomped on the roof of the car and growled to silence Steve's voice.

He then continued to follow the howlers' voices and located the approximate locations of the three howlers.

One of them was in the library, and that was the closest howler to them, only about seventy meters away.

The other one is 130 meters to the southwest, in a seemingly ordinary house.

The last sound came from at least 260 meters away, so much so that Gavin was unsure whether it came from inside the bar or from the car repair shop across the street.

Of course, just roughly determining the location was enough. After finding the direction of the three howlers, Gavin immediately turned his attention to the remaining troops who were divided into three large groups and charging towards the three howlers. He was observing the number of troops in each group.

The library has the most locations, accounting for more than half of the zombie horde, followed by residential areas, which make up about one-third of the zombie horde.

The howler at the farthest distance only lured away one-fifth of the horde of corpses.

After observing for a short while, Gavin confirmed that when the roars of multiple howlers sounded simultaneously, the effect of these sounds on the resident would decrease with distance!

This discovery brought Gavin a slight sense of relief.

Since the howler's voice has weakened, the fact that a single howler could summon the entire town's zombie horde is no longer a supernatural sound transmission.

For example, ultrasound and infrasound, which can travel farther or even directly into the brain of the inhabitant.

If the howler's voice is significantly attenuated, then the howler at one end of the town obviously cannot cross a distance of more than 500 meters so that the residents at the other end of the town can hear it.

Even so, the sound of a howling creature could still get all the residents of the town to move. Why was that?
Gavin thought about it carefully and then came to a simple conclusion.

Perhaps after the large-scale action of the town's residents, the remaining residents in the distance will no longer need to rely on the howlers to call out, but the chain reaction generated among the residents alone will be enough to affect the entire town!
However, the actions of one or two residents are clearly insufficient to mobilize the entire town's horde of zombies. As such, there is likely a significant dividing line in the scale of the chain reaction that could occur.

As for the extent to which the chain reaction among residents needs to reach in order to get more residents to respond, what exactly is the threshold of how many residents act simultaneously?

Gavin is not yet able to confirm this.

However, he already knew that, in any case, when they explored other towns and places in the future, even if they did not encounter the Howlers, they could not leave much room for the resident groups they encountered to maneuver.

They must act quickly.

The operation to clear out lone occupants must not be expanded to the point where it could trigger that threshold!

Just as Gavin was pondering this, a full ten seconds had passed.

The howler's voice abruptly stopped the next second.

Once the disgusting sounds had completely disappeared, Gavin jumped out of the car and then sat back in the back seat.

He put on his earmuffs as he spoke.

"Steve, turn the megaphone on again. I need to confirm how long the second response will take after the Howlers take control of the Residents from us, or whether there will be no second response at all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin picked up his spittoon and looked out the window with a serious expression.

Steve gave Gavin a deep look, then turned on the loudspeaker and turned the howler's recording up to the maximum.

"Ahhh!"

The screams rang out again, and the lingering people who hadn't yet rushed to the three places where the sounds had come from immediately rushed back towards Gavin in a daze.

But this time, only four seconds after Gavin's voice rang out, the voices of the three howlers rang out again!

"Four seconds..."

Gavin remembered this data and then instructed Steve to turn off the speaker.

This time, Gavin silently calculated the duration of the howler's howl.

One second...two seconds...

Fourteen seconds later, the howler's voice stopped abruptly, and Gavin recorded this data as well.

At this moment, the zombie residents in the town were truly tormented by the constant noise.

But this wasn't Gavin's limit. When he thought the resident had probably reached the vicinity of the three howlers, he immediately patted the front seat and continued.

"Steve, one more time. I want to try to destroy the communication system between the Residents and the Howlers manually!"

At that moment, Gavin looked out the window with interest. He really wanted to know if there was a "boy who cried wolf" phenomenon among the zombies!

in the case of……

Gavin didn't like that answer because it would likely prove that zombies also have emotions!

And emotions...

That thing would be terrible on a zombie, because emotions are far more terrifying than the brain!

This is similar to the relationship between AI and humans. In terms of computing power, memory, and learning ability, AI far surpasses humans!

But no matter what, AI will never be able to understand the feedback that emotions bring to them!
Without emotions as a vehicle, even if AI's computing power could reach beyond the Milky Way.

They themselves will never be able to reach the edge of advanced intelligence.

In short, after Gavin gave the order, the loudspeaker blared again.

The residents rushed over...

"Ahhh!"

The howlers continue their efforts.

The zombies returned.

For the next fifteen minutes, the loudspeaker and the howler's voice rang out more than thirty times!
Even after more than thirty times, the resident creatures mechanically responded to each howl, never letting the howler's scream go unanswered.

After witnessing yet another instance of the resident being lured away by the howlers, Gavin finally patted the back of Steve's chair.

"Alright, buddy, let's give the horde some time to regroup. Let's wait outside the town!"

"receive."

After responding, Steve drove away from the town and parked about 300 meters outside of it.

As soon as he parked the car, Gavin couldn't wait to take out a Coke and give everyone a bottle.

As Steve opened his Coke, he glanced at the fuel gauge.

"Boss."

I saw him speak.

"We need to fill up the tank first. The gas station at the east entrance of the town is pretty good. There's a generator in the car that we can connect directly to."

At this point, Steve took a nice sip of his cola, then couldn't help but look at Gavin's face.

Gavin was laughing, and he was laughing very happily.

Noticing this scene, he couldn't help but say something to Gavin.

"Wait, boss, how long has it been since I've seen you smile like that? What happened?"

"Hey!"

Gavin's smile vanished abruptly. He angrily slammed his fist on the back of Steve's chair and cursed.

"That's not a fucking grin, you idiot, that's happiness, I'm happy right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin downed the entire bottle of Coke in one gulp and then threw the bottle far away.

With a faint shattering sound as the bottle fell, Steve grinned and continued.

"It's great to be happy, haha, I'm having the time of my life right now, boss!"

"Although the fact that those zombies have become more categorized makes me deeply uneasy, no matter how many roles they have, they are all brainless at heart. This is fucking good news!"

As Steve finished speaking, Nikita and Madison couldn't help but break into big smiles.

Gavin smiled and tapped on the car window, gently reminding him.

"Don't let your guard down, buddy. Take a three-minute break, then go refuel and catch the howlers."

Three minutes later, the group drove through the now quiet town to a gas station to refuel their War Shield, and then stopped again in front of the library.

Seeing the slightly shifted positions of the barrier posts around them, Gavin and his group adjusted the wooden posts.

Then, Gavin put on a pair of leather gloves, fastened his noise-canceling earmuffs, and took a rope as he crawled into the library.

This time, Nikita and Madison didn't follow him; instead, they stopped at the library entrance and waited to pick up Gavin later.

In case of any special circumstances, the two of them would have to help Gavin maintain a path to the car before he got in.

However, given Gavin's efficiency, a mere Howler was not enough to cause him any trouble.

The two guards at the door, Nikita and his companion, only heard a scream for a moment before it abruptly stopped.

Two seconds later, Gavin forcefully pulled on the rope that was tightly binding the zombie's mouth and head, dragging the zombie out.

A few zombies were still attracted by the howler's brief voice, but the howler's voice was so short that it attracted no more than twenty-five zombies.

As Gavin dragged the howler into the car, he added two more ropes to the howler's mouth and hands.

After confirming that the howler was not capable of harming anyone, he quickly called Nikita and the other man to get into the car.

This time, the large-bodied Madison went to the passenger seat, while Nikita went to the back seat, shrinking by the window to make room for the zombies and Gavin.

The group didn't intentionally kill the twenty-odd zombies that arrived; instead, they simply led the Howler away from the town.

Once they reached a safe place, Gavin and Mike worked together to strap the Howler to the top of the War Shield's enclosed cargo hold.

The howler's head was firmly fixed to the rear window near Gavin's side, and the rope in her mouth was replaced by a piece of wood by Gavin.

In this way, Gavin could simply lean out of the car window to reach the howler's mouth and the wooden stake, and decide when to untie the mouth and let it scream to its heart's content.

At this point, Gavin believed that the zombie trap was essentially perfected and was complete.

As for the black female zombie who is now in charge of screaming, Gavin affectionately named her Screaming Sister.

Immediately afterwards, they brought Screaming Sister along and appeared on the road at the exit of the town.

Seeing everyone preparing for battle, Gavin reached to the edge of the warehouse, grabbed the wooden stake blocking the zombie's mouth, and whispered a reminder.

"Guys, let's not be stingy with bullets anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin suddenly released Screaming Sister's mouth, and a scream immediately burst out.

In an instant, the zombies swarmed towards them again, while the group blocked the town's exit, clearing away the approaching zombies one by one.

As for Gavin, he nervously watched the passage of time while firing his gun.

Ten seconds... twenty seconds!

For a full fifty seconds, no other howling voices rang out in the town!

As for Screaming Sister...

For the entire period of time, her voice never stopped!
Gavin felt relieved after confirming that most of the howlers would not respond to the sounds of other living howlers.

But just then, Screaming Sister's voice suddenly dropped a few decibels!

This startled Gavin, and he quickly covered Screaming Sister's mouth again.

With such a great voice, she can't easily become mute. Even if Screaming Sister herself doesn't know how to take care of herself, Gavin has to help her take care of it!

As time went by, the number of zombies gathered further back increased, eventually reaching a point where four guns could no longer handle them.

When everyone felt it was too much to bear, Steve drove away from the town, and they found a place to hide for a while.

Once they had hidden themselves enough, they returned to the outskirts of town and let the screaming girl yell for a few more seconds.

In this way, the alarm screamed by Screaming Sister became a death knell for the zombies.

Each time this death warrant sounds, it takes the lives of at least thirty to forty zombies!
Meanwhile, the team members are currently wreaking havoc...

"Fuck you, you filthy bastard, eat my big gun!" That's Madison.

"Come on, zombies, you're doomed!" That's Steve.

Even Nikita's skin unconsciously flushed slightly, giving her a rosy appearance.

As for Gavin...

His gun barrel was getting hot!

While Gavin and his group were spraying all sorts of bullets with great enjoyment.

Regarding the manor...

Eugene, holding welding tools, connected another piece of sheet metal and wire from the warehouse to the machine gun post on the far left corner of the roof.

After finishing this step, he put down the welding torch, took off his sunglasses, and then took out a cigarette.

As he lit the torch, Eugene waved to Lao Feng, who had just ridden back from the resort area on his motorcycle.

"Hey, fucking Eastern agent, wanna have one?"

"what?"

Old Feng was startled when he heard Eugene's greeting from the rooftop.

After glancing at Eugene, he immediately looked around, instinctively searching for his wife.

When he was certain that his wife was not outside the estate, and even less so within his sight.

He quickly waved to Eugene.

"Friend, you're such a good friend! Quick, throw me one, I haven't tasted cigarettes in ages!"

On the rooftop, upon hearing Old Feng's words, Eugene paused slightly, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ah ha, damn it, you're such a pathetic middle-aged man~"

With a joking remark, Eugene opened the cigarette pack and glanced inside.

After discovering that there were less than eight cigarettes left in the box, he simply closed the box and threw the half-box of cigarettes at Lao Feng like a tossing card.

Old Feng happened to stop his motorcycle and saw that the cigarette box was flying a little crooked, so he changed his position and jumped up to grab the cigarette box.

At the same time, Eugene thoughtfully tossed down a lighter as well, and Old Feng quickly grabbed it.

After cautiously looking around and confirming that his wife was not there, Old Feng let out a long sigh of relief and furtively lit a cigarette.

Just after he took a third of his cigarette and exhaled a beautiful smoke ring.

Eugene asked him from the rooftop.

"Eastern country man, you just went for a stroll around the resort, didn't you?"

"Indeed... phew... this smoke is pretty strong. Thanks, friend~"

Old Feng savored the taste of the tobacco and responded with a chuckle.

Upon hearing this, Eugene scoffed and waved his hand.

"Come on, just call me Eugene. I like soldiers, no matter where they're from, they're much better than cowards!"

"Ha~"

Hearing Eugene's words, Old Feng flicked his cigarette ash and smiled憨厚ly.

"If I were a coward, I wouldn't dare to do our camp patrol job. I just went to the resort area and saw at least twenty zombies, all in the forest!"

"You guys haven't really cleared the resort area properly, have you? I've taken care of three zombies near the road this time. As for the rest, we'll have to kill them slowly."

"But before that, Eugene, you go ahead with your work. I need to hurry and take a walk around the ranch and farmland to check the farm boundaries, then I'll come back and add a dish or two to your meals so you can try my cooking a bit more."

Before his wife could discover that he was smoking, Lao Feng quickly got back onto his motorcycle.

Seeing this, Eugene sat on the edge of the rooftop and chuckled wickedly, cursing at Old Feng from afar.

"Damn it, we're all busy, and we don't know when we'll get a proper vacation. This damn apocalypse is fucking awesome!"

"As for you, watch your step and don't fucking die out there, or I'll despise you for pretending to be stupid!"

After saying that, Eugene casually waved to Old Feng, who in turn gave him a thumbs-up from afar before riding his motorcycle toward the farm's boundary, patrolling along the farm's boundary marked by the barbed wire fence.

Gavin Farm is enormous, even larger than Singapore as a whole.

Even if Lao Feng only takes a quick look around, it won't take him an hour or two to get down.

Old Feng patrolled from 9:20 to 10:40, but he still hadn't covered half of the farm.

However, at least in the third of the border areas he has already checked, there are no signs of zombies gathering, and he hasn't even seen a single zombie.

After confirming that it was almost 11 o'clock, Lao Feng gave up the idea of ​​continuing to check and decided to leave the rest for the afternoon.

And so he left the farm's border, crossed the pasture back onto the highway, and sped back to the estate along the road.

But just as he was about to bypass the farm town.

boom!
boom!
Two gunshots rang out suddenly from the farm town!

Old Feng hadn't used many firearms; he hadn't reached the point where he could distinguish every type of gunshot.

But he can still tell the difference between a shotgun and a pistol!
After a brief moment of stiffness, he frowned and muttered something.

"What the heck? Am I really that lucky? I've only gone halfway around and I've already run into a survivor?"

At this point, Lao Feng sighed, then gritted his teeth and rode towards the farm town.

At the same time, he turned on the walkie-talkie and connected to the logistics channel.

"I am Feng. I heard two gunshots in the farm town, one shotgun and one pistol. I'm not sure of the models."

"Eugene, Martin, if you can, you'd better take a look. After all, there are at least two people on the other side."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Feng parked his motorcycle on the edge of the town and picked up his binoculars to observe the town.

In his eyes, about 300 meters away on the edge of the town, two men were dissecting a bull they had just killed, wielding knives.

After confirming the situation, Lao Feng pursed his lips and muttered to himself.

"Isn't this a zombie hunt, but a bull hunt? That's strange. There's food everywhere in the convenience store. Do foreigners really prefer to go through all that trouble to eat fresh beef? Are they that particular?"

At this point, Old Feng narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, then looked around the town and confirmed that no zombies had appeared.

At the same time, Eugene's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and he spoke quickly.

"Feng, you're really lucky. I wish a couple more bastards would come and help me with those damn chores!"

"Wait for us, we're leaving right away and will arrive in fifteen minutes at the latest. Until we get there, you'd better take good care of those lucky ones~"

(End of this chapter)