Doomsday America

Chapter 136 Your Feelings Are Budding (10k)

"Ah... ice cream... thank you Steve, you've made me disagree with something so delicious for the first time."

Hearing Steve's words, Gavin immediately fell into a state of depression, and even his eyes rolled back slightly.

My poor chief cowboy, have you finally evolved from Captain America into my best friend Patrick Star?
But you can be silly, and I'm really not that lewd, my brother!
Thinking of this, Gavin rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and said to Martin next to Steve.

"Martin, take Steve back to his room to rest."

"Okay, boss."

Martin nodded, then got up and led Steve away. Steve wasn't very good at navigating, and followed Martin for a couple of steps in a daze. Then he turned to Gavin and said something.

"Boss, I want mango flavored ice cream, mango flavor is the best!"

"Mmm, mango flavor! I hope we still have mango sauce. I'll definitely treat you to ice cream tonight!"

"quack!"

Gavin responded helplessly, and as if sensing his frustration, the giant raven cawed twice at Steve.

Accompanied by birdsong, Steve disappeared at the end of the corridor, and Martin soon returned on his own.

Seeing Martin sit down, Gavin sighed wearily.

Steve's concussion was definitely not minor, but thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, Steve wasn't hit by someone else; he fell on his own when the excavator overturned, so his injuries have to take his weight into account.

Steve was as strong as a bear, with a body full of muscles and a considerable weight, so his head would naturally bear a lot of weight.

Sigh, I hope Steve recovers soon.

Gavin silently prayed, then tapped the table and addressed the group.

"Everyone, please remember that no matter whose room you need to go to or who you need to find, you must knock before entering, including if you need to go to my room."

"Especially the rooms for wounded soldiers like Steve and Abel!"

"While I sincerely hope they are safe, let's not forget that we all have viruses inside us... no, we should call them spores now!"

"In short, if we die unexpectedly, we will become zombies, and knocking on the door is to distinguish whether the sound inside the room is coming from a living person!"

"I don't want to see our own people turn into zombies and wreak havoc in our camp. Knock on doors, and be ready to grab your gun at any time. Got it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin patted the Colt python around his waist.

Noticing his actions, some people gasped, some nodded, and some sighed, but their eyes were all fixed on their respective weapons.

Only Horst, at this moment... his eyes finally stiffened slightly, and he weakly raised his hands.

So, if a zombie crisis really breaks out in the camp, will you be the only one left in the entire camp, all unarmed?

Oh... not really.

And what about Abel the One-Tested God and Feng Yicheng, Old Feng's son...?

Thinking of this, Horst swallowed hard, and then he finally made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes!
He placed his hands on the table and spoke to Gavin in a very low voice.

"Boss... I... I have one more thing..."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Horst's words, Gavin immediately looked at him and said.

"Is there anything else, Horst? Please speak freely."

"It's like this, boss, I...I..."

When confronted by Gavin's question, Horst hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and speaking to Gavin with a ferocious expression.

"I want to join the field team and become an explorer!!!"

He practically shouted those words, and the content of his statement stunned everyone, including Gavin.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Eugene immediately cursed dismissively.

"Field work? You? Get lost! Guess who wants to partner with you? I'd never entrust my back to you! I certainly don't want to take care of your back! Bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene simply gave Horst the middle finger.

Horst fell silent, speechless, and then involuntarily glanced at Adriana.

At this moment, Adriana was looking at Horst with an interesting expression. In her opinion, Horst's change today was something to look forward to.

Besides, she's new here herself, and she really needs to have a voice in the camp, or at least a sycophant she can use.
Eugene is no good. This kind of soldier, who clearly bears the scars of war, is heartless and indifferent to everyone except when he encounters true love that touches his soul. You can't count on him.

So why don't you support Horst?
Thinking this, Adriana chuckled and turned to Gavin.

“Boss, I think Horst has the potential to be a field agent. If you’re all afraid to team up with him, how about we leave him to me? I’ll take him on patrol first, and then we’ll find some low-risk houses in the resort area and pull off a heist.”

"Everyone changes, and just because someone was unreliable before doesn't mean they'll never be. I support Horst becoming an explorer!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Adriana nodded to Gavin, then turned to Horst and gave him a captivating smile.

Horst licked his lips with excitement and looked at Gavin expectantly.

As for Gavin, he doesn't need to consider other people's opinions at all on this kind of issue.

Because no matter what, he could not overturn the first disciplinary rule he had issued in the camp!
However, since Horst had finally shown some signs of change, I also had to take care of his feelings.

So Gavin smiled and began to speak.

"Host, I've seen all the changes in you. In fact, since this morning, you've basically possessed the potential to become an explorer."

Upon hearing this, Horst was overjoyed, and Adriana also smiled with delight.

But their joy was short-lived, as Gavin continued.

"but……"

But as soon as it was revealed, Eugene burst out laughing, and Martin smacked his lips twice with a smile.

They never cared about expressing their opinions, nor did they care if their opinions offended anyone; they simply disliked Horst!
Gavin, seeing the excited looks in their eyes, continued speaking to Horst.

"But Horst, you may have the courage of an explorer, but you do not yet possess the ability of one!"

"This morning, you fired an entire magazine at a zombie twenty meters away, but you still missed the head. With marksmanship like that, you're not qualified to be an explorer!"

“Look at our current explorers. Even the two ladies among them are quite capable. Nikita is skilled with shotguns, and Adriana is a ruthless woman who single-handedly killed Cassius and his henchmen. In every respect, they are worthy of my trust.”

"And you, I'm glad you've made changes, but changes in personality alone are far from enough."

At this point, Gavin glanced at Horst, who was clearly disappointed, and then, as if making a concession, continued.

"Here's what we'll do. For the next month, I'll allow you to enter the shooting range with someone by your side, and you can also train with a gun at the range."

"In addition, you can't miss the nightly workout sessions and various classes, including Eugene's gun maintenance class."

“Adriana, when you have free time, spend more time practicing your marksmanship with Horst. You need to be able to hit the target exactly where you point at it, at least on the 30-meter pistol target and the 50-meter shotgun target.”

"If Horst is diligent enough, I can welcome our new explorer next month!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin looked at Horst, who nodded expectantly.

Noticing Horst's satisfied smile, Gavin chuckled to himself.

He knew it; that bastard Horst was simply being controlled by the basket below!
Forget about fieldwork; he just wanted to make contact with Adriana as ordered.

With that, the midday meeting was essentially over, so Gavin waved to everyone and said...

"If there's nothing else, I'll arrange the work for this afternoon."

"After this afternoon's rest, Martin, Nikita, you two come with me to the Indian reservation to take a look at the prison and oil fields."

“Adriana, tonight, please take some time to prepare a simple prison map for me. Just try to reconstruct it from your memory. It doesn’t need to be extremely accurate, but be sure to mark a few points that you think are key for my reference.”

"Besides the three of us, Eugene, Adriana, and Old Feng, you three form a team, clean up the resort area, and collect all the fire extinguishers you can find."

"Bella!"

Gavin suddenly mentioned Bella, which made Bella sit up straight nervously.

Gavin continued speaking to her.

"Keep printing the flyers, but in addition to the flyers, I need you to write a slogan that's more suitable for broadcasting."

"Old Feng converted the walkie-talkie repeater into an amateur radio. We can't let the radio sit idle. This afternoon, Old Bert will go to the broadcasting room to review the radio lessons provided by the astronauts and try to make the most of the radio."

At this point, Gavin suddenly remembered something, so he reached into his pocket, pulled out a printed zombie survival manual, and tossed it to old Bert.

"Regarding the broadcast content, in addition to promoting the camp and seeking survivors to join, we will also broadcast all the contents of the zombie survival manual."

"Hopefully, this news will encourage more survivors to persevere!"

"Perhaps they will become our future companions, or perhaps we will become their enemies, but in any case, I will always hold one thing in mind: the living are the most scarce resource in the apocalypse!"

"That's enough for now, everyone get some rest."

After saying this, Gavin stood up, nodded to everyone one last time, and then took the big raven to the sofa to catch up on sleep.

After watching Gavin's departing figure, everyone at the table remained silent for a few seconds before dispersing one after another.

However, Nikita did not return to her room this time, but instead took her novel to the living room, chose a sofa, and began to read.

Gavin then rolled over, turning away from his injured eye and lying on his side, glancing at Nikita.

As he glanced over, his eyes met Nikita's. Nikita pursed her lips and whispered.

"Sir, your eyes are swollen, you look a bit ridiculous. Why don't you rest for the afternoon?"

“If it’s just about observing the situation, Martin and I can go and take a look around.”

After saying that, Nikita raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, then awkwardly took off her shoes and curled her legs up on the sofa.

Seeing Nikita become restless just because she cared about him, Gavin shook his head with amusement and teased her.

“You should know how many eyes you need to aim, Nikita. My left eye is swollen, but my right eye sees better.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin closed his eyes, not caring that Nikita was not far away, and fell into a deep sleep.

Only those who know how to rest can better cope with the apocalypse.

Although Gavin didn't give himself much rest time, he didn't want to waste a single second of it.

Seeing Gavin start snoring softly in the blink of an eye, Nikita pursed her lips, then put the book aside and sat there with her legs drawn up, staring at Gavin.

On the second-floor corridor, noticing Nikita's gaze, Cao Xinyan couldn't help but smile like an aunt while eating the mini hamburger that Lao Feng had brought her.

Just as Cao Xinyan smiled like an aunt, Old Bert went back to the broadcasting room and replaced Winnie.

So Winnie had only taken a few steps when she saw Nikita through the smile of Cao Xinyan's aunt.

"Humph!"

With a loud snort, Winnie walked through the lobby with her head held high and went straight to the restaurant for dinner.

Nikita tilted her head at Winnie's retreating figure, then curled up and closed her eyes.

Having just slept through the entire morning, she couldn't fall asleep again, so she just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

However, after trying to keep her eyes closed for a while, she eventually got up and continued reading.

Because she found that she couldn't help but look at Gavin while reading.

But even when she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, Gavin was always in her sight.

It's better to just open your eyes and look openly...

So, about fifty minutes later...

Nikita checked the time, then went to Gavin's side, raised her hand and nudged Gavin's crow, which caused Gavin's clothes to sway.

“Sir,” Nikita said.

"Um?!!"

Gavin was momentarily stunned, then suddenly sat up and looked at Nikita with a puzzled expression!
In Gavin's own memory, he shouldn't have fallen asleep at all, and his last memory was of him peeking at Nikita peeking at him.

For some reason, he fell asleep immediately and slept very soundly. He was actually woken up by Nikita coming close to him!
Seeing Gavin's shocked face, Nikita smiled and pointed to her watch.

"Sir, it's one o'clock, it's time to move out, but I still advise you to rest for the afternoon."

"I understand, I know."

Gavin nodded with a sullen face, then sat up, exhaled a breath of stale air, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

As he lit the cigarette, he raised his hand and touched his forehead.

really!

Gavin's complexion worsened; he had a fever!
No wonder I slept so soundly; I've been healthy for so long that I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have a fever!
but……

After quickly assessing his temperature, Gavin exhaled a puff of smoke, concluding that his temperature should be fine.

"Pack your gear, Nikita, let's get going."

Gavin then gave Nikita some instructions, then got up and went back to his room to get all the firearms.

When he walked out of the room fully armed, the other field staff also came out.

They spontaneously split into two groups outside the hall.

Martin and Nikita came up behind Gavin and got into the Kebergren's Shield.

Eugene and his two companions drove the Knight XV and headed towards the resort area first.

After they had gone some distance, Gavin threw his cigarette butt into the river, then got into the driver's seat and spoke.

“I’ll drive. Watch out the window. To get to the Indian Reservation, we need to leave the farm from the direction of the airport, then cross the farm region, go through Anderson County, and then the Indian Reservation.”

"The middle distance is about 110 kilometers. Considering that we also need to avoid some buildings in Anderson County, the round trip is about 230 kilometers."

"It will take quite a while. This time we'll only investigate, not take any action. Just watch out for zombies on the road and make sure you don't get surrounded. Is that alright?"

"No problem, sir."

"Of course no problem~"

After the two agreed, Gavin said no more and drove off.

Passing by cows still strolling in the pasture, ignoring two zombies wandering on the edge of the forest, we passed through a large planting area that had not yet been tilled this year.

The farm town and the airport were naturally also bypassed by everyone.

Looking at the planes at the airport, Martin grimaced regretfully.

Unfortunately, he never had a moment to rest; otherwise, he would have loved to learn helicopter piloting skills from Steve and Old Feng.

It's such a shame that the farm has so many planes, but only two people can fly them!

Not long after leaving the farm, Nikita's family farm came into view.

As Gavin passed by, he unconsciously slowed down and glanced at Nikita in the passenger seat.

"Want to go down and take a look?"

He asked Nikita.

Martin looked over curiously from the side.

Meeting Martin's gaze, Nikita offered an explanation to him.

That's my home.

"Oh...ha, that's really...great. At least your home is close by, unlike mine, which is over a thousand kilometers away. Haha~"

Martin chuckled and then dropped the subject.

Before the end of the world, family is still a suitable topic of conversation, since no matter what one's impression of family is, it carries memories of ten or twenty years.

However, in a post-apocalyptic world, how many people can truly calm down when discussing family?

And who hasn't experienced life and death?

Even the Feng family, despite having all three members, actually has both sets of parents in Dongguo.

It's not like every family has its own problems.
It's like every family has someone who has died...

As Martin avoided Nikita's gaze, Nikita remained silent for a moment, then shook her head and spoke to Gavin.

"Sir, if I get really carsick, I might ask to stop and rest for a while."

"But now, a home without family is probably not worth our time."

"And also... sir, your face is red, oh, no, your face is a little red, do you have a fever?"

Throughout the journey, Nikita didn't dare to stare at Gavin too much, after all, Martin was still in the back seat.

But as they were talking, Nikita glanced at Gavin a few more times and noticed that Gavin's face was strangely red.

In the back seat, Martin, who had heard this, couldn't help but lean forward, lean against the back of the driver's seat to look at Gavin, and then said.

"Boss, Nikita is right, you have a fever, didn't you? Did you take your medicine at noon?"

"I ate this morning and before I left. The wound might be a little inflamed, but it's not a big problem."

Gavin shook his head and let out a slightly uncomfortable sigh. Before Nikita brought it up, Gavin hadn't thought much of it.

But she specifically mentioned to Martin that she had a fever...

Gavin genuinely felt a little uncomfortable.

So Gavin pointed to the refrigerator and said.

"Could you get me a bottle of iced Vitamin C? I'm not drinking Coke today, I want something healthier."

"But iced Vitamin C is not healthy at all; it has more sugar than cola, sir."

Nikita rolled her eyes and handed the drink to Gavin, who then pressed the cold beverage to his forehead, and then especially pressed his wound.

"Gaga!"

The large crow approached and examined the wound carefully with its bright black eyes, then turned away uninterested.

Gavin, energized by the beverage, drove all the way into Anderson County.

Anderson County is a scattered small county on the other side of the Farm District. It doesn't even have a clustered urban area like Richardstown. The county's residents' homes and shops are extremely scattered.

How powerful is it?

Anderson County is a full nine kilometers long!
But the entire county has fewer than three hundred buildings!
The reason this is a county is because Anderson County was originally a major religious area, with three churches in the small county town!

Surrounding these three churches, Anderson County also has a total of twenty-six hotels, whose main function is to provide accommodation for worshippers who come to Anderson County for prayer.

In addition, there are a total of 35 funeral service providers throughout Anderson County.

The large cemetery near Anderson County is also the first burial choice for all believers in four cities and fifteen towns, including the Richards Region and Palestine.

In short, this is a service-oriented county town. The number of people in the county depends entirely on whether there are any large-scale religious activities taking place in the near future.

However, Gavin is not worried about this, because during the days he won the championship, even if the congregation encountered religious activities, they had to give way to his championship party!

Keep in mind that Dallas's usual population is only around three million.

But ever since he won three consecutive championships, Dallas’s population has briefly surged to over ten million for a full week after the Super Bowl every year!
See? The reason Gavin never underestimates his fame is because during the days he won the championship, he was more famous than God!

In short, due to various reasons, Anderson County does not have a large population, and the few zombies that exist are scattered in a few places.

Since there isn't even a proper urban area here, each hotel is hundreds of meters apart.

Gavin then chose to take a side road that avoided the main roads.

Therefore, they didn't even see a tiny group of five zombies along the way.

After easily passing through Anderson County, the Indian reservation jail was right in front of us.

Because the prison is located on the border between Anderson County and the Indian Reservation.

Gavin turned onto a side road, crossed the forest, and finally parked the car outside the prison.

After getting out of the car, Gavin took out his binoculars and looked towards the prison area.

It was a medium-sized prison in the typical American style, with an outer fence and an interior brick and stone building. It looked very rugged and sturdy, and its style was similar to the prison in The Walking Dead.

After all, apart from a few star prisons that cater specifically to wealthy criminals, most prisons in the United States are not easy to run.

Although outsiders say that running a prison in the United States is quite profitable, in reality, whether a prison is profitable or not depends on the various policies introduced by the local state government.

Texas is an extremely old-fashioned state, and its laws are not like those in Los Angeles, which provide many benefits to criminals and offer little financial support to prisons.

Even Texas prisons have to pay additional property taxes.

This is also why most prisons in the western United States are not as beautiful and clean as those in the east and north.

Western prisons are not as profitable as prisons in other places.

In short, looking at the prison before him, Gavin put down his binoculars with satisfaction.

Suddenly, Nikita raised her hand and touched Gavin's forehead.

Her hand suddenly approached, causing the great raven to instinctively flinch, as did Gavin.

Gavin's dodging action left Nikita frozen in embarrassment.

Martin, watching this scene from the side, couldn't help but whistle.

Whoosh~

With a whistle, Gavin chuckled, grabbed Nikita's hand, pressed it to his forehead, and said...

"Don't focus on me, little girl, look around."

"No, boss, you two just have fun. I'm keeping an eye on things, haha~"

Martin interrupted Gavin, then leaned against his shield with a chuckle and called out to the two of them.

Nikita pursed her lips, nodded, and asked Gavin.

"Sir, this prison is very suitable as our backup base. The terrain here is open, and the prison is on higher ground than the surrounding area. It is similar to a farm or estate."

"Although its blast protection is certainly not as good as our manor, zombies don't use firearms, and the prison's brick and stone structure should be able to protect against small groups of zombies."

"If anything happens to the farm, we can take a helicopter and hide here at the prison."

"But before that, we need to spend time clearing out the prison."

At this point, Nikita awkwardly smoothed her temples.

Gavin's recent dodging made her feel a little insecure and anxious...

And Gavin.

Hearing the girl's words, he nodded slightly and smiled.

“Prisons are actually a suitable place for us post-apocalyptic people to live.”

"Besides, given enough time, and after we've transformed from post-apocalyptic humans into wastelanders, prisons will be even more suitable for us. After all, future wastelanders certainly won't care about their living conditions as much as we do now."

At this point, Gavin took the binoculars and continued to look at the searchlights on the prison building.

He continued speaking while observing.

"However, we are not at the point where we need a backup camp yet, unless the zombies also carry out large-scale migrations in extreme weather conditions such as winter and summer, like in the game."

"Otherwise, I really can't imagine what kind of threat our farm would encounter from a massive zombie horde."

"So, for now, we should focus on the searchlight. Help me remember its location so we can come back later to lure away or kill the few zombies outside the cell, and then take the searchlight home."

“Yes, sir, but…”

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Nikita muttered a complaint under her breath.

"But sir, it seems like you're the only one who cares about the living environment. I think everyone enjoys the environment of your home, but none of our homes are as luxurious as yours, yet we've lived there for a long time!"

"Aha?"

Gavin immediately looked at Nikita and said to her with amusement.

"Hey girl, this is the first time I've heard you complain about me. It's quite a novel feeling, haha~"

"However, regarding living conditions, my attitude is to pursue the best possible environment. The apocalypse is already bad enough, so let's enjoy life as much as we can."

"And to be honest, Nikita, don't you like my home?"

Gavin chuckled and asked Nikita, who, sensing something, looked down at her toes and answered.

“I really like it, sir. I really like your library.”

"Pfft, hahaha, is the library all you like? Don't be ridiculous!"

Martin laughed and whistled at Nikita, who immediately glared at him.

Meeting Nikita's angry gaze, Martin spread his hands mischievously and said softly.

“Don’t worry about me laughing at you, Nikita, because I don’t think liking Gavin is a bad thing, because even I like him a lot.”

"He's my idol, and my last idol was Yao Ming. Like Gavin, he played for a Texas team!"

At this point, Martin took out his cigarette case and tossed one to Gavin from a distance.

Gavin took the cigarette, lit it, and then exhaled smoke as he spoke.

"I'll take notes of the roads we've traveled. There are very few zombies on this road, making it a good option for our future operations."

"There's also the issue of searchlights. I did a quick estimate, and this prison is only one-fifth the size of the manor, with only eight searchlights. If the operation goes smoothly, we can bring them all back in one vehicle."

"Tomorrow morning, the three of us will come to the prison again and try to do everything we can."

"As for the prison interior, we'll skip that today. After this cigarette, we'll head straight to the oil field area. Searchlights are ultimately less important than liquid carbon dioxide."

At this point, Gavin took out a map and casually accepted the pen that Nikita handed him.

After making simple route markings at a few intersections on the map, Gavin put the map in his pocket, took a couple of puffs of his cigarette, and then threw it away.

Seeing Gavin about to get into the car, Nikita was taken aback for a moment, then quickly followed up and said to Gavin from behind, sounding annoyed.

"Sir, you haven't given me back my pen yet!"

"This is the fourth pen you've taken from me. Don't you have your own pen?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Nikita bit her lip and took the initiative to reach into Gavin's shirt pocket and pulled out three ballpoint pens!
Gavin then grabbed Nikita's paw, separated her fingers one by one, and took one out and put it back.

Feeling Gavin's body temperature, Nikita was a little hesitant to look at him, but an involuntary smile appeared on her lips.

Seeing this, Gavin grabbed Nikita's paw and scratched her palm, laughing.

"Forgive me, little girl, everyone has their little quirks, and mine is probably... I like forgetting to return your pen?"

"It's nothing, sir. Ballpoint pens are everywhere anyway, so I'm glad I could help you."

Nikita replied, blushing.

Gavin looked at Nikita seriously. He wasn't emotionally naive; he knew that Nikita's feelings for him were rapidly growing.

Nikita's active desire for physical contact and the pleasure she derives from it is consistent with the behavior of a woman with little romantic experience.

However, feelings are feelings, and actions are actions.

Gavin grabbed Nikita's hand, and then, while Martin had already gotten into the car, he leaned close to Nikita and whispered something.

“Nikita, I’m reminding you one last time, don’t focus all your attention on me.”

"If you still can't stay rational in the following operations, then you can patrol your home for a week."

"I don't!"

Hearing Gavin's words, Nikita panicked for a moment before her defenses crumbled.

She abruptly pulled her hand away from Gavin's, then raised her head and explained to him with great seriousness.

"Caring about you is something every camp member should do. Everyone is just as worried about your health as I am. It's just that I'm the only one around right now, so I might be a little overly concerned. I'll be more mindful of that!"

"Also, Steve's current condition is unclear, and Madison is unable to travel far due to a foot injury. Sir, you will need Eugene, whom you trust, to lead another field team!"

“How can I rest or patrol from home under these circumstances? If you insist on drawing people from Eugene’s group, it will be unsafe for both of our groups!”

"And you don't need to emphasize anything. I know how to adjust myself. I'm not any woman you've ever met before. I'm different from them, and I'll prove it to you!"

At this point, Nikita was completely unaware that she had said too much. Instead, she gave Gavin a resolute look and then turned to leave.

But just as she turned around, Gavin grabbed her arm and slammed her against the door of the Shield.

The heavy car body supported her back, and Gavin's slightly feverish forehead was pressed firmly against hers.

Nikita suddenly felt hot too, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed from a cool, aloof model with fair skin into a Disney princess with a steamed crab makeup look.

As for Gavin...

Feeling Nikita's warmth, receiving Nikita's breath.

He leaned close to Nikita's ear, at a distance where it seemed as if the fine hairs on their faces were touching, and asked her a question.

"How much longer until your birthday, Nikita? How much longer do you want me to wait?"

"I...I...I..."

Nikita was instantly numb, completely frozen in place, and didn't even react when Gavin kissed her cheek.

Even after Gavin let go of her and stood beside her, teasingly watching her for a long time, she still couldn't come to her senses.

Until Martin suddenly rolled down the car window and shouted something to Nikita.

"Hey, it's almost three o'clock. Are we going to leave or not? Or I can go hunting in the nearby forest and give you two the car space!"

"what?"

Hearing Martin's words, Nikita belatedly came to her senses.

After giving a reminder, Martin closed the car window again.

Looking at Nikita at this moment, Gavin shrugged and laughed.

"You wanted to prove something, so what exactly are you trying to prove? How fragile are you?"

"I don't know, sir. This is the first time I've experienced something like this. Did we go a little too fast? I... should I have closed my eyes just now?"

Nikita pursed her lips in confusion. She swore her heart had never pounded so hard before, even harder than when she first beat her mother in a mock defense!
Seeing Nikita's disheveled reaction, Gavin smiled and sighed, then said...

"That's why I don't like working couples. My former assistants and agents, if they dared to have a romantic relationship with me, they would be fired."

"As for you, it's an honor to be liked by you, and I also want to congratulate you, your feelings are budding."

"But it sprouted at the wrong time, and the current environment is not a suitable place for dating."

At this point, Gavin put his arm around Nikita's shoulder, forcibly pulling the resistant and nervous Nikita into his arms, while wrapping his arms around her slender neck and pointing the binoculars at Nikita's eyes.

Inhale...exhale...

Nikita didn't know whether she should look ahead or feel Gavin's breath.

Gavin then spoke to her.

"Look at the southwest corner of the prison, there are twenty-two zombies gathered there, some of them wearing prison uniforms?"

"Um???"

Nikita was a little sad; she didn't want to hear those words at a time like this.

Even if she knows what she should do, feelings can make people betray their true selves.

"Speak up, how many zombies are wearing prison uniforms!"

Seeing that Nikita did not answer, Gavin raised his voice and asked again.

After observing for a moment, Nikita bit her lip and said in a trembling voice.

"Four."

"Okay, look to the east side of the prison. Are there any zombie figures in the windows of a few cells?"

"That's quite a lot," Nikita replied softly after a moment of consideration.

Seventeen.

"No, it's twenty-one. You need to look not only at the zombies, but also at the shadows inside the room."

After Gavin corrected Nikita, he finally let go of her, letting her hold the binoculars in a daze.

Gavin sighed as he looked at Nikita, who was deep in thought, and continued.

“Staying at home is a good option, honey. You should understand that I do need someone to help me manage the entire logistics team, especially after we start farming.”

"No!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Nikita abruptly put down her binoculars, then gritted her teeth and emphasized to Gavin.

"Sir, aren't you being a bit too narcissistic? What makes you think that what I'm thinking is exactly what you think?"

"I'll adjust, I swear. Give me some time, okay? Time is the last thing we need."

At this point, Nikita took a deep breath and then shoved the binoculars into Gavin's hands.

Gavin shrugged and gestured to the passenger seat towards Nikita.

"Get in the car, let's continue to the oil field area. If possible, I'd like to take some liquid carbon dioxide home today to conduct a blasting experiment with the explosives at home, to test the power of the explosion."

"I appreciate you adding a little something sweet to my apocalyptic mind. You may have done me a great favor in this respect, but I still hope you only add sweetness and not trouble, little girl."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin abandoned Nikita and got into the driver's seat.

Nikita stared blankly at Gavin's figure, secretly gritting her teeth.

He's so infuriating, really infuriating, but I also like him a little more.

Mom, you didn't teach me these things! Am I seeing ghosts?

(End of this chapter)