Doomsday America

Chapter 134 Planning: A Safe Way to Eliminate It (10k)

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin let out an anxious sigh, then simply held his breath and jogged toward the front of the heavy truck.

The raven, Fookkin, was clearly not used to Gavin's running pace, so it flew into the air and waited until Gavin stopped outside the truck door before landing back on Gavin's shoulder.

Adriana quickly opened the car door for Gavin, then reached out and pulled him into the car.

Gavin followed the natural flow of the road, climbed onto the vehicle, passed Adriana, went to the rest cabin, sat down next to Old Man Mac, and said to Eugene.

"Eugene, drive, home!"

"it is good……"

Eugene didn't say much this time, but silently started the car.

In the rest cabin, upon seeing Gavin return, Old Mike, who had been silent since boarding the vehicle, finally couldn't help but grab Gavin's wrist and say to him, still shaken.

"Boss, is my Achilles tendon ruptured? Am I completely finished?!"

"I can't look at my left foot, damn it, it hurts so badly, I just flew!"

At this point, Old Mai's expression turned extremely grim. For an athlete like him who needs to run and jump a lot, ankle injuries are a source of considerable psychological trauma!

Because if an athlete suffers an injury, especially to the Achilles tendon, even if they can continue their athletic career after repair, their peak period will definitely be over...

Looking at the terrified Old Mike, Gavin took a deep breath, shook his head, and put on a relaxed smile as he spoke to Old Mike.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, buddy. Even though you flew really high, when you landed, the point of impact wasn't your Achilles tendon, it was your ankle."

"So, I suspect you've at most twisted your ankle. Let me take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin patted Old Mac's chest and told him to turn over and lift his left leg.

Although the cab of an American heavy truck is spacious, it's still difficult to squeeze five people in, especially with a super big guy like Mike inside.

So if Old Man doesn't curl up his legs, Gavin will have a hard time seeing his ankles.

Hearing Gavin's words, Old Mike nodded, panting, and tried to curl his left leg up, stretching his ankle toward Gavin.

And Gavin... he immediately noticed that Old Mac's ankle was swollen into a ball!

After seeing Old Mai's ankles clearly, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Okay, although Old Mike's foot was swollen like a small watermelon, there was no sign of deformation in his ankle joint.

As for Old Mac's concern about the Achilles tendon...

It looked like nothing was wrong, because the swelling was concentrated on the instep of Old Mai's foot, and not on his heel.

After determining the shape of the injury, Gavin grabbed Old Mac's leg, took off his shoes and three layers of socks, and pushed Old Mac's trousers up to his calves.

Fortunately, given Old Mike's physique, he couldn't find suitable jeans at the ranch, so he was still wearing the sportswear he had brought from the party villa, which saved him a lot of trouble.

With Old Mai's calf fully exposed, the swelling became even more noticeable...

Well, it wasn't really that clear. Old Mike's skin is quite dark, and Gavin couldn't even see if there was any bruising on the swollen area.

However, Gavin chuckled and patted Old Man Mack's leg, saying...

"Damn it, I don't think your ankle injury is as bad as William's back then."

"So stop fucking acting like you're going to die. It's just a little injury, don't even think about slacking off, Brother Ni~"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin smiled and gently patted Old Man Mack's ankle.

Old Mike stared silently at Gavin for a long while before trying to control his nervous breathing and making a teasing remark to Gavin.

"Boss, if I were in this situation a hundred years ago, wouldn't I have been dragged out and shot by those farm owners?"

"How could that be, buddy? I won't allow you to underestimate yourself. With a physique like yours, even if you broke both your legs, the ranch owner would still drag you out for breeding!"

Gavin laughed and said to Old Man, patting Old Man's arm and then flicking his hand toward Old Man's calf.

Seeing this, Old Mai understood and straightened his legs as much as possible, continuing to lie there and rest.

Gavin then turned to the three people huddled together in front of him and laughed.

"Guys, good news. Old Mike's injuries aren't serious. He'll be back to his original behemoth form in no time."

"And us, haha, we just escaped death! Even death couldn't do anything to us!"

"Isn't this fucking good news? Damn it, and that huge thing isn't even dragging its hundred-ton body around the town like that!"

"As long as he stays there quietly, we'll always find a way to take him down, won't we?"

At this point, Gavin chuckled and patted Eugene's leg.

It's ridiculous to shake your leg while driving. Luckily, it was only your left leg shaking for now, so it didn't affect the accelerator.

Sensing Gavin's movement, Eugene took a deep breath, turned around and forced a smile, and said.

"I like a boss like you. You always talk like a cowardly john, one line after another."

"That damn pile of dog shit can move, but as long as it doesn't chase after us to our manor and lie on our disgusting grounds, we'll be able to kill it in no time, Steve, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene raised his hand and nudged Steve.

And Steve...

He shook his head in confusion, pondered for a full two seconds, and then spoke to Eugene.

"That's great! Old Mike's foot is alright, that's really wonderful!"

"what?"

Upon hearing Steve's words, Gavin was startled and then quickly looked at Steve.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Steve's eyes became slightly unfocused. Noticing Steve's dazed look, Gavin hesitated before asking him a question.

"Steve, look at me, tell me what number this is!"

As he spoke, Gavin held up four fingers to Steve.

Steve looked at Gavin with a puzzled expression, frowned, remained silent for a couple of seconds, then hesitated before turning to Eugene and cursing.

"Eugene, don't fucking use such vulgar language as 'client of a prostitute' to describe the boss, even though your description is quite apt..."

"you……"

Hearing Steve's words, Gavin sighed in frustration, then reached out and grabbed Steve's shoulder, taking off his cowboy hat.

"Ok?"

The cowboy hat suddenly disappeared, and Steve shook his head uncomfortably. That was the old hat he had worn for seven years!

When Gavin took off Steve's hat, he immediately saw a fist-sized lump on the back of Steve's head!

"Fake..."

Looking at Steve, who resembled a gourd-shaped character from the Chinese folktale "Calabash Brothers," Gavin shook his head with a wry smile, then leaned over, grabbed Steve's head, and tried to check the injuries on his head.

Steve twisted his head uncomfortably and spoke to Gavin with a puzzled look.

"Boss, if you want me to count on my fingers, then hold up your fingers! Why are you shoving my head like that? You don't think I have a concussion, do you?"

"grass……"

Hearing Steve's words, Gavin slapped him on the back of the neck in an annoyed tone.

Okay, although Steve has a big bump on his head, he's still somewhat conscious; at least he knows he has a concussion.

As for the extent of his injury?
Gavin isn't a doctor, and even if he were, it would be difficult for him to judge the severity of Steve's head injury just by looking at him...

So even though he was worried, Gavin could only put the hat back on Steve's head after confirming that there was no blood on his head.

It was only then that Steve belatedly realized his head was swollen, because his head had been hurting terribly when Gavin put the hat on him!
"His!"

He took a breath, then hesitated for a moment, touched his hat, and asked.

"Why does my head hurt so much, boss!"

"It's okay, don't worry, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep at home!"

Gavin patted Steve on the shoulder.

Belatedly, Eugene glanced at Steve and said to Gavin with a wry smile.

"Boss, Steve's concussion... could it be getting worse?"

Gavin knew what Eugene was asking; he wanted to know if Steve had a possible brain hemorrhage.

Gavin shook his head in response.

"Don't say that, it's not that bad. When we get back, let old Bert take a look. Hopefully, he has experience in treating this kind of thing."

"Ha, he definitely has that experience, because farms are never short of cowboys getting kicked in the head by cows and horses. Of course, there are even more unlucky guys who get kicked in the basket by cows and horses, but I really didn't expect someone's basket to swell up that big~"

Eugene tried to tell a joke, but after he finished, he couldn't even laugh at himself.

The team only has a few field agents. Apart from Adriana, who is a newcomer, the four people who went out today are all absolute key players.

The results of it……

Four key players went out, and three of them almost died outside. Even though everyone else is still alive, Old McGee has a foot injury, Steve has a head injury, Gavin has an eye injury, and Eugene's own eardrum hasn't healed yet!
In this situation, how can Eugene be happy...?

Gavin, who was standing nearby, noticed Eugene's mood and smiled as he put his arm around Eugene's shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't worry, buddy, as long as you're alive, whatever the outcome, it's the best outcome you can hope for!"

"You're right, boss, that was really close. We're lucky we're still alive. But damn it, what the hell was that thing?!"

Eugene rolled down the car window, cursing, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

His question made Gavin hesitate for a moment, and then Gavin shook his head in response.

"I don't know what that thing is either, but I think we need to give it a dangerous name and avoid creating anything like it in future operations!"

"Besides that, I'm afraid I'll have to have a good talk with the astronauts. I hope their expertise can be of some help to me!"

"But before we talk to them, we still need to get rid of that thing first. Once we get home, we'll figure out how to deal with it..."

"Haha, you're right!"

Just as Gavin finished speaking, Steve suddenly burst into laughter and said...

"Before that guy showed up, I'd never seen a basket swollen that big, hahahahahaha!!!"

"Uh... fine, whatever makes you happy, sigh..."

Gavin couldn't help but roll his eyes, then silently leaned back in the passenger seat.

Although he had just suffered an accident, he only moved for a few dozen seconds.

But he really felt so tired...

At this point, the truck silently crossed the road and finally returned to the vicinity of the manor.

Meanwhile, at the manor...

Nikita finally got out of bed.

She checked the time and realized she had slept until 10:20, which was the best sleep she had ever had.

Although my right shoulder still hurts a lot, the swelling has subsided a lot. Although the skin on my shoulder is still bluish-purple, it doesn't stop me from moving my arm.

So she took a nice shower, stretched her arms, and walked out of the room.

From a distance, her gaze crossed the corridor and landed on Cao Xinyan, who was on guard duty.

So she pursed her lips in slight disappointment, because she couldn't greet the sentry anymore; Cao Xinyan only knew a few basic English phrases.

However, since we've met, it would be inappropriate not to say hello.

So, Nikita nervously walked towards the sentry post, and with a forced smile, she spoke to Cao Xinyan.

Good morning! Damn!

"what?"

Cao Xinyan was slightly taken aback; she had thought Nikita had come specifically to scold her!
However, she quickly understood, and then her face lit up with joy—the person was greeting her.

And she's learned that phrase before!
So she happily took her son's little hand, and together they waved to Nikita, saying enthusiastically.

Good morning!

After exchanging greetings, Cao Xinyan suddenly found herself in a bit of a predicament. She wanted to explain the pronunciation of "Cao" to Nikita.

This sound cannot be pronounced in the fourth tone...

But after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't remember how to say it.

Old Feng has been very busy these past few days and hasn't had time to teach her English. Besides, even if Old Feng taught her for a few days, she wouldn't be able to reach the level of fluent communication with foreigners in a short time.

Across from her, looking at Cao Xinyan who didn't know what to say, Nikita pursed her lips understandingly and muttered to herself with a smile.

"Maybe I should ask my superior to tutor me in Chinese, so that once I've mastered it, I can teach you English in return."

Hearing Nikita's words, Cao Xinyan awkwardly pursed her lips. She didn't realize that Nikita was talking to herself; she thought Nikita had a long conversation with her...

Nikita, seeing that her presence had caused Cao Xinyan a lot of trouble, smiled and shook her head, then bent down and tentatively touched Xiao Feng's head.

After touching the child, the social etiquette can end, right? That's how mothers teach their children.
At the same time, seeing Nikita's actions, Cao Xinyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She knows how to do this problem; she's seen this kind of action so many times since having her baby.

So she handed the baby to Nikita, instinctively wanting to say, "Would you like to hold him?"

But before she could speak, she remembered that she didn't speak the language, so she sighed helplessly and let Nikita pat her son's head.

Feeling the warmth of the children, Nikita couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart.

Then, she spoke to Cao Xinyan.

Your baby is so cute!

Cao Xinyan understood what he was saying, since each word in the sentence was very simple.

Cao Xinyan smiled and nodded to Nikita, who then nodded in response before leisurely leaving her post and heading to the library across the botanical garden to browse for a while.

Carrying a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude, Nikita came to the door, then couldn't resist crouching down and reaching out to grab a kitten that was crowding at the doorway.

This is one of the litter of kittens that Eugene and Steve brought back. The kittens are all huddled at the doorway, clinging to the door frame and looking enviously at the adult cats sunbathing outside the manor.

Nikita then carefully moved the kittens aside one by one, and rushed out the door as fast as she could.

Noticing Nikita's appearance, Sariel, who was milking cows in the distance, raised her right hand and waved to Nikita from afar.

After responding, Nikita sat down on a deck chair next to the flower bushes with her novel in her arms and chose a comfortable position to read.

But she had only been gone for two minutes when Gavin's voice came through the walkie-talkie on her waist.

"This is Gavin. I'm here to report if anyone is outside the manor grounds!"

Shortly after the walkie-talkie conversation ended, Lao Feng's voice came through.

“Boss, this is Feng. William and I are patrolling the boundaries of the planting area.”

After Lao Feng finished speaking, Martin's voice rang out.

"Boss, this is Martin. I'm loading hay in the dairy area. Yes, hay, not hay. Our cowshed needs a restock."

After those two voices spoke, the walkie-talkie went silent, and Gavin continued a few seconds later.

"Winnie, take over for old Bert in the broadcasting room for a while. Doris, take old Bert to the medical room at the old manor. We'll be back in five minutes."

"what?"

At that moment, Nikita instinctively sat up and slammed the book shut!

Sariel paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and silently increased the speed of milking.

In the kitchen, Doris panicked slightly and dropped the spoon she was holding.

Winnie took a deep breath, put down the carrot she was cutting, and went to the sink next to her to wash her hands.

"Mom, hurry up and wash your hands so we can take Grandpa Albert to him. Our eldest son will be back in five minutes. We can't delay the wounded!"

While washing her hands, Winnie said to her mother, as was her habit.

Doris nodded quickly and did as her daughter said; she had recently gotten used to listening to her daughter.

At the same time, Arturo's hesitant voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Boss...who's injured? Is Adriana alright?"

"what?"

Hearing this, Eugene on the truck grinned, turned on the intercom, and cursed, "Adriana's doing just fine, but she's not your cousin. What the hell are you paying attention to? Do you want to play along with her too, you…"

"Alright, Eugene."

Gavin stopped Eugene from speaking, telling him to shut up.

Eugene is always like this; whenever he gets nervous or stressed, he not only talks more, but his tone also becomes fierce.

Inside the manor, upon hearing Eugene's reply, Arturo pursed his lips and showed the walkie-talkie to Abel.

"So, you can rest assured now, your cousin is doing well."

"Hmph, I wish she were dead out there. That bitch kicked... hiss... she kicked my balls!"

Abel cursed, then couldn't help but glance at his crotch.

Although all that came from there was a faint pain, Abel still felt empty.

Even though he only lost a few ounces of flesh, he felt like he had lost half his life...

Leaving aside Abel and Arturo, Martin's voice continued to come through the walkie-talkie.

"Hey, you son of a bitch, Red Hair, you're still alive, haha. I'll bring some hay to come see you in a bit, but who's hurt?"

When asked this, Martin simply threw the hay onto the car and drove off towards the estate in the half-loaded vehicle.

Logically, he should have filled the car to the brim.

But he had no interest in doing chores at that moment!

On the hood of the heavy truck, upon hearing Martin's words, Eugene couldn't help but grin, glanced at the walkie-talkie with Gavin, and said.

"Boss, what should I say?"

"Just tell the truth. They'll find out anyway once we get there."

Gavin said softly.

Upon hearing this, Eugene nodded and then turned on the intercom.

"Zi..."

On the courtyard bench, Nikita listened nervously to the silence on the walkie-talkie, while Eugene spoke after a brief silence.

"You'd never guess what we ran into. We fucking encountered something straight out of a manga! You've seen Naruto, right? That zombie was like a slug, at least two stories tall, shit!"

"As for the wounded, damn it, Adriana and I escaped, but the rest, including the boss, all need doctors!"

"Fake!"

Upon hearing this, old Bert was jolted awake and almost fell off his wheelchair.

With Doris's help, he steadied himself and quickly spoke into the intercom.

"Gavin, where are you all injured? Do you need surgery? What should I prepare?"

"Just get ready for the check-up, old Bert. Our injuries aren't serious enough to warrant surgery, but we can't really say for sure how bad they are."

Gavin answered with a voice call from the walkie-talkie, then looked up at the car in the distance.

That was Martin's car; they had arrived near the dairy farm.

Martin saw the front of their car, so he turned around and ran over, then turned back to follow them, opening the car window and shouting to Eugene.

"My God, what did you encounter? You went there in three big carts, three of them!"

"Yeah, but the car was totaled, yet we're all still alive. We're all fucking geniuses!"

Eugene stuck his hand out the car window, gave Martin a thumbs-up, and then continued driving, stopping the car in front of the old manor.

At this moment, everyone except Cao Xinyan and her child was gathered in front of the old manor.

Looking at the lonely front of the car, their hearts tightened involuntarily, and this tension only increased after Gavin got out of the car.

Although Gavin had wiped the blood off his face, the wound on his brow bone was very stubborn, causing blood to trickle down his face every few minutes if he didn't wipe it.

However, the people standing here had all been through a lot, and after a brief moment of tension, they could tell that Gavin's injuries were not serious.

After all, Gavin wasn't the type to close his eyes. Even with blood flowing freely and his eyelids and eyebrows swollen, his eyes remained wide open, which reassured everyone.

As for Old Mac, he was helped off the car by Eugene, exposing his thick ankles, and made a helpless gesture to William.

William couldn't help but open his mouth and stand there stunned. How come Old Mai's injury was so similar to his own?
As for Steve, Adriana forcibly dragged him out of the car, who was slightly disoriented, and led him all the way to the old manor.

Gavin waved to the crowd.

"You've all been checked, so don't worry. We're fine, just a few minor injuries."

After chuckling, Gavin went to Old Man Mike's side, helped Eugene support him, and took him to the medical room.

Old Bert had been prepared all along. Seeing everyone rushing in, he immediately smiled at Gavin.

"Haha, kid, now you're going to have a really cool scar on your face~"

"Yes, old Bert, I just named this raven Fokin, and then I hurt my eye. Is that damned Odin watching me? Haha~"

Gavin laughed and helped Old Mike to sit down on the hospital bed, while Old Bert came to his side and gave him a quick look.

After glancing at him, old Bert curled his lip and cursed.

"No wonder you asked me to examine it. Laymen like you really can't tell the severity of this kind of injury."

“But compared to his situation, your injury will be treated much faster. Lower your head, Gavin.”

As he spoke, old Bert raised his right hand to Gavin, who then bowed his head in response.

As Gavin approached, old Bert took an alcohol-soaked swab and vigorously wiped away the blood from Gavin's brow bone, while also thoroughly cleaning his wound.

While cleaning it up, old Bert glanced at the wound and couldn't help but grin.

"It's three centimeters long and six millimeters deep. It's a minor problem, but you'll have some difficulty seeing things for the next two weeks. Just bear with it."

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert raised the stapler that looked like a stapler and swiftly and decisively nailed five times into Gavin's eyebrows.

Kaka!

The suture machine made several loud noises, and Gavin, enduring the pain, rolled his eyes.

If he weren't the boss, he'd really like to snort a couple of times.

The area between the brow bone and the eyelid is a highly sensitive area for pain, and when old Bert cleaned his wound, his methods were as cruel as if he were treating a bull!
However, when it came to the suturing step, old Bert was incredibly fast. Gavin only felt a few pangs of pain before old Bert finished.

He put down the sewing machine, looked at his work, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You're all better now. Go take a shower and take some antibiotics. I'll take care of things here."

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert patted Gavin on the waist, and Gavin nodded and said.

"Alright, I'll leave them to you. I'll go rinse them off and come back."

He doesn't know how to cure diseases, so staying here and just watching is a complete waste of time.

So he went against the flow of people out of the medical room and left the old manor.

Old Bert was a veterinarian; patients could never be pampered by him.

If it were another doctor, they might have carefully cleaned Gavin's wound, reminded him not to get it wet, or given him other medical advice.

But with old Bert, he just did the work, leaving everything else—whether it was sterile or not, whether it would cause infection—to the antibiotics.

Seeing Gavin leave, Steve couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"You finished so quickly, old Bert? Are you really a veterinarian? You're so skilled!"

"Heh, bullshit. If I hadn't practiced on cattle and horses, how could I have developed such proficiency? After all, practicing on humans is a bit stressful."

Old Bert grinned and leaned over to take a look at Steve's head.

Upon seeing the fist-sized lump, old Bert frowned and then waved his hand dismissively.

"In your condition, what's the point of me getting any tests done? There's absolutely no need."

"Judging from your concussion symptoms, it's only moderate. But to say that there's absolutely no problem, I can't say for sure. After all, the human brain is the most complex thing."

"You can only go back and take a nap, try to sleep on your side, don't wash your hair, and see if there are any signs of improvement afterward."

"Although we do have the equipment at home to take X-rays for you, I only know anatomy, not radiology, so I can't understand the images."

"Besides, if your head injury is serious enough to cause a brain hemorrhage, even if I were to find the bleeding point on the X-ray, I still wouldn't be able to perform the surgery."

"You'll just have to get through this on your own, buddy. While you're at it, take some anti-inflammatory and antibiotic medications you recognize. After I finish dealing with Madison, I'll find some medications to improve blood circulation and speed up absorption for you as a preventative measure. Go on."

At this point, old Bert patted Steve's butt, telling him to get lost.

This is what happens when you suffer a head injury from an external blow. If it's minor, the symptoms of concussion will disappear after a few days of sleep.

People who recover quickly don't even need to sleep; their symptoms disappear within a few hours.

However, if the situation is serious, such as the presence of minor hemorrhages in the brain, even if it is serious enough to kill Steve, old Bert would not have the means or ability to perform craniotomy.

So what else can be done? In this situation, Steve can only rely on himself to get through it.

Upon hearing this, Steve nodded and then sauntered out.

Seeing this, Martin quickly stepped forward, grabbed Steve's arm, and started cursing in Madison's direction.

“I’ll take you back to sleep, buddy. Otherwise, I’m afraid if I miss you, I’ll have to take that damn black guy home later.”

"Fuck you, Martin!"

Madison raised his hand and gave Martin the middle finger, but Martin didn't look back and led Steve away.

At the same time, old Bert came to Madison's side and reached out to touch Madison's ankle.

As he gently rubbed the swollen area, old Bert grinned and said.

"This kind of injury is my favorite. I have countless experiences treating cow legs and hooves, and seeing your feet makes me excited, haha~"

As he spoke, old Bert grabbed Madison's foot and gently moved it.

As they moved around, old Bert offered some reminders.

"Relax your muscles and let me guide your feet to move. Don't resist my strength."

"If you feel pain, don't just endure it all. Try to tell me how much pain you feel when you do each movement."

So, old Bert examined Madison's foot for a long time, until Madison was sweating profusely from the pain, before he finally spoke to him.

"The good news is that your situation is similar to William's; you both twisted your ankle."

"Of course, there's also bad news. The bad news is that your situation is much more serious than his. Although you don't have a fracture yet, I think you might have a minor hairline fracture."

"In short, prepare to recover from your injury. William will be fully recovered within the next week, but you, I estimate you won't be able to run for another month and a half!"

"But that's not bad either. You can walk my dog ​​at home and throw the frisbee for my Laura. Laura will be very excited when she runs towards the frisbee, and she will be even more excited when she picks it up and runs towards you. Isn't that double the fun?"

"Uh……"

Madison stiffened for a moment after what old Bert said, if it weren't for the fact that it was inconvenient for him to take action, and that old Bert was too old.

Madison wants to get old Bert into the ring with him tonight.

As for now.

After assessing Madison's injuries, old Bert, with a regretful expression, patted Madison on the shoulder.

"Hey, you bunch of rascals, you even try to avoid getting hurt because of my hobbies and profession."

"Why can't you guys learn from Abel and let me use a knife occasionally? That's what life is all about."

"Forget it, I don't want to lose a basket too..."

Madison smiled and shook his head, then looked happily at his feet.

Although my foot hurts a lot, I won't be able to run for the next month and a half.

But the Achilles tendon is fine, and the bone is fine too, isn't that great news!

Meanwhile, Gavin had already returned to his bathroom.

He placed himself in the shower, letting the hot water flow over his head, enduring the pain of the wound being rinsed, and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Hehe, today was quite a mess."

He began to speak to himself.

"Did you do something wrong, Gavin? If you had set fire to that pile of rotten flesh the moment you found it, wouldn't this trouble have been avoided?"

At this point, Gavin braced himself against the full-length mirror, tilted his head back to face the falling water, closed his eyes, and pondered for a moment.

Then, he opened his eyes again and continued muttering to himself with a calm expression.

"No, I'm not wrong. At that time, what deserved more attention were the hundreds of living zombies that were able to roam the town. If those zombies weren't cleared out, even if I wanted to burn that pile of rotten flesh, I wouldn't have had a chance to build a containment zone."

“I haven’t forgotten that the zombies in Richard Town were only cleared out last night, which is why we had the opportunity to drive large vehicles into the town today.”

"Killing nearly five hundred zombies in two days and getting the construction vehicle in today is already quite fast. I can't forget the crisis that almost wiped out the entire team last time just because the pile of corpses is very dangerous today!"

"Moreover, in the absence of sufficient manpower to ensure absolute safety, arson is always the worst possible course of action!"

“The forests in the Richards Region stretch for nearly 170 kilometers, and that’s just the Richards Region. Almost every town in central Texas borders forests and grasslands.”

"Unless I have the ability to open the floodgates of Lake Richards and be ready to release floodwaters and fight the fire at any time, once the fire spreads, even the rivers will not be able to stop it!"

"The wildfires that struck Australia were a stark reminder, but the climate and forest conditions in central Texas are no less challenging than those in the Australian fire zones!"

"That fire burned in Australia for more than six months, and even with more than 80,000 firefighters involved in the rescue, it was all in vain. Besides, I couldn't even get eight firefighters to work, and the fire pipes in the town were out of water!"

At this point, Gavin raised his hand to smooth his hair, exposing more of his wound underwater.

The pain helped him calm down as much as possible at that moment.

Tasting the pain, Gavin opened his mouth, took a sip of water, spat it out, and continued speaking.

"Yesterday, I didn't have the means to set fire, but today... I seem to have even less of the means to set fire."

"If it's just a pile of rotten flesh, then after I clear out the zombies in the town, I might be able to burn it by using construction vehicles to create a buffer zone."

"But now it can move, and it's not slow!"

"I can't be sure how long it can survive in the flames, let alone how it will react to them. What if it starts to flee with the flames, spreading them throughout the town, or even fleeing into the forest with the flames..."

Suck……

Gavin took a long breath.

What if I dig a hole?

He suddenly asked himself a question, then shook his head with a laugh and continued talking to himself.

"How far away should I dig the hole so that it doesn't chase after the excavator?"

"How wide a pit do I have to dig so that it absolutely cannot escape?"

"It's a clumsy method, but I can use it as a last resort. If there's no better solution, I'll just have to dig a big pit in the town, try to lure it into the pit alive, and once I'm sure it can't get out, I'll burn it down."

Thinking of this, Gavin took a deep breath and then turned off the tap.

As he dried his hair, Gavin gave an interested smile, and continued speaking with that smile.

"Besides digging a hole and burning it, I believe there must be other ways. After all, it is a living creature, and I must be calm enough to find its weakness."

"If it is truly being controlled by the mycelium, then why are other zombies still dying? If fungi can bypass the human brain and directly control the zombie's body, then even if a zombie's head is blown off, shouldn't the mycelium still be able to control it to continue moving?"

"But mycelium clearly doesn't have that ability!"

"After all, there are still nearly five hundred corpses lying in Richard Town, and those five hundred corpses show no signs of moving at all!"

"Therefore, although it may seem enormous and terrifying, what truly controls it is ultimately one or more heads that were not completely crushed from the pile of corpses!"

"The role of the mycelium may be to promote their binding together, making them form a whole, but behind this whole, as a type of zombie, it should also have a brain-like part. Once it is destroyed, it should revert to ordinary rotten flesh!"

"So how am I supposed to find this location, bring my few RPGs, and just go and blast it, hoping for the best?"

"No, since it's as big as a small mountain, why not use the methods for dealing with mountains to deal with it?"

"As long as we find the detonator used in mining and transmit the shockwave of the explosion to its entire body, even if the few heads controlling it are hiding deep in the pile of corpses, their brains will probably be destroyed by the shockwave!"

Thinking about this, Gavin licked his lips; he had found a solution.

However, this is just a thought; whether it can be implemented depends on whether one can find high-powered detonators for mining.

On the other hand, he also needs to talk to the astronauts about his plans and see what suggestions they can give.

(End of this chapter)