Doomsday America

Chapter 139 The Survivor Tide and Difficult Choices (10k)

Upon seeing Gavin approaching, the survivor paused slightly in his kneeling motion.

Because he could see the raven on Gavin's shoulder more and more clearly!
The raven was like Gavin's second head, silently scrutinizing him with its dark eyes as Gavin approached!
So he immediately sped up and knelt down with a thud.

The way he slammed his knee into the ground startled Gavin.

Gavin chuckled as he approached him, grabbed his shoulder, lifted him up, and laughed.

"Dude, what are you doing here? Do you think I'm some kind of American cop? When I'm on the court, have I ever made anyone kneel down to me? Have you even watched me play?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin bent down and gently patted the survivor's knee.

Watching Gavin brush the dust off him, the survivor swallowed hard.

He grabbed Gavin's wrist and said excitedly.

"Don't do this, cowboy, it's only right that I kneel before you!"

"I won over two million dollars just from betting on your five consecutive championships. I'm the owner of Pisco Construction Industries, and I even participated in the parade on the first day of your victory. I was on the seventh parade bus!"

"And, haha, cowboy, you have no idea how shocked I was when I heard your broadcast!"

"When the zombies first appeared, I was drunk in my apartment. I woke up and the world had collapsed!"

"Luckily, I was at my old home in the suburbs, not at my mansion in Austin. But even though I avoided the first wave of zombies, I still couldn't move an inch. Those things were just too agile."

“I thought I would have to stay at home for a long time before I could find anyone else, since I haven’t seen a single living person in the past week.”

"But I actually heard your broadcast! God, you are my savior! I quickly drove my pickup truck all the way out of the suburbs!"

At this point, the survivor excitedly pulled Gavin to his pickup truck.

He patted the hood heavily, and the survivor pointed to the bloody stain on the hood, excitedly continuing to speak.

"Look, this is my kill marker. I knocked over more than a dozen zombies in a row, a whole dozen!"

“God, I usually only buy sports cars, but there happens to be a pickup truck at my house in the suburbs. My dad used to drive it when he went to visit someone, and he hasn’t driven it since he got drunk.”

"My father left me his last gift, and you have brought me new hope!"

"Honestly, Gavin, I've had thoughts of shooting myself more than once in the past week. I can't bear being alone in this world. I really can't take it, but then you came along!"

"No one understands the hope you gave me better than Gavin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the survivor excitedly rushed towards Gavin and hugged him tightly.

Feeling the survivor's overwhelmingly warm embrace, Gavin chuckled and patted him on the back, softly comforting him in Texas.

"Be strong, don't act like a woman. Now that you've come to my manor, while I can't guarantee your absolute safety, I can at least guarantee that you won't be alone anymore."

"Besides, at least you'll live in a community of relatively orderly living people, based on human civilization. We're not into cult stuff, haha!"

"This is my guarantee to you, buddy, so can you tell me your name now?"

"Of course!"

Faced with Gavin's question, the survivor reluctantly let go of Gavin, and then solemnly said to Gavin.

“I am Jon Fletcher, you can just call me Jon.”

“Okay, Jon, this is Gavin, you already know him. Over there are Martin and Nikita, my good buddies.”

Gavin introduced Martin and Nikita to Jon, and Jon quickly came over and shook hands with the two of them warmly.

After exchanging greetings, Gavin led Jon toward the manor.

Looking at the vast manor in the distance.

Or rather, looking at that lonely manor in the distance, Jon was first startled, then delighted, and then quickly became confused.

He pondered for a moment, then smiled and said to Gavin.

“Gavin, your estate… is a bit too big. I suspect even Gates’ estate isn’t as big as yours.”

"However, although the manor is large, it doesn't lack cover. Is it because we have too few people that we can't build any cover?"

At this point, Jon looked at Gavin with concern, while Gavin nodded with amusement.

See? All that so-called light of hope! The words spoken by humans are always the least reliable!

To truly control someone, you must start with practical needs and a hollow idealism; any other so-called emotions are just empty talk.

You see how well Jon described Gavin, but in reality, when Jon saw the camp, his first thought was still about the camp's safety, which is to say, the safety of his future life...

But Jon, being from a construction company, is certainly living up to his reputation; he's barely arrived at the camp and he's already starting to pay attention to the camp's civil engineering projects...

Thinking of this, Gavin patted Jon on the shoulder and answered softly.

“That’s right, buddy, we are indeed short-handed, but besides the lack of manpower, there are some other reasons why I’m not in a hurry to build fortifications.”

At this point, Gavin paused for a moment, then turned and waved to Martin.

"Martin, please drive the War Shield and Jon's Raptor back to the garage. I'll take Jon for a walk around the camp and we can chat about our situation."

"Okay, boss. But please don't use the word 'trouble' anymore. It makes me feel so flattered, I even thought you were about to fall in love with me, haha~"

Martin laughed and agreed, then left the group to drive away into the distance.

Gavin, leading Nikita and Jon, spoke as they walked toward the manor.

“Jon, my estate is too big. It covers an area of ​​almost eight football fields. If we want to build defensive facilities on an estate of this size, even if it is just a simple wooden fence, it would have to be at least a kilometer long to make any sense.”

"Or we could dig a moat connecting the surrounding rivers, but that would have to be at least 1.5 kilometers long to be effective, and we'd also need to leave room for roads."

"As for roadblocks or anything else, although there is a highway in front of the manor, the highway has no guardrails and there are flat grass fields on both sides. Even if a sports car doesn't care about its chassis, it might be able to run off the highway."

"I can't just fill the surrounding grassland with roadblocks, can I? That's a vast grassland spanning several kilometers!"

"Moreover, buddy, our manor is almost nuclear-proof. Even if it were hit by two Hellfires head-on, the only danger would be the temperature. All the entrances and exits of the manor are mechanical structures, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"So, given that the manor itself is highly defensive, why would I attempt to complete such a massive workload with so few people?"

"Whether the enemy is a zombie or other survivor, if they can break through the nuclear-proof manor, then simple roadblocks and the like are child's play to them."

"If simple roadblocks can cause them trouble, then they are not qualified to pose a threat to my manor at all. After all, even if they bring a hundred Gatling guns, it would take tens of millions of bullets to have any chance of breaking into the manor."

"And that possibility is at most no more than five percent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin released Jon and then turned to look at the sound of the car behind him.

Although he knew Martin wouldn't drive straight at him, caution was his instinct, and whenever he heard a car nearby, he couldn't help but look to see if it was heading straight for him.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Martin raised his hand and gave a thumbs up, then walked past the three of them.

As Martin was being helped by the others, the faint sound of the Knight XV's engine could be heard in the distance.

Upon hearing the car, Jon, who had just relaxed about the security situation, immediately looked in surprise into the distance.

As he watched, he couldn't help but say something.

"Gavin, listen, another car is coming. Could it be another survivor?"

"Ha~"

Hearing Jon's words, Gavin smiled and shook his head in response.

“I would have preferred more survivors to appear, but this is definitely not the case. Those are my fellow survivors, and they are probably at the resort you came from, which is on the other side of the bridge across the lake.”

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Jon frowned in surprise.

"Why didn't I see them when I arrived?"

"Of course you can't see them. They stopped their cars and were moving, and when they were chasing you, you were driving your own car at at least 110 miles per hour. How could you possibly hear them?"

Gavin offered an explanation, then led him onward.

Shortly after, Knight XV slowly slowed down and arrived beside Gavin and his group. Eugene opened the driver's side window, glanced at Jon, shook his head regretfully, and said...

"Tsk tsk, I thought the guy driving that fast would be someone with some skills, but the newbie looks like some kind of capitalist. Did you used to sell insurance, newbie?"

"what?"

Hearing Eugene's words, Jon looked at Gavin with a bitter expression and asked.

“Gavin, who is this…”

"Eugene, the camp's chief sniper, you can get to know him later."

Gavin gave a brief introduction, then turned to Eugene. Noticing Gavin's gaze, Eugene grinned and asked.

"Boss, the accident is over, right? So what do we do? Go back to the resort and continue working?"

"No need, just rest. You and Lao Feng can take some time to work on the time bomb. Be careful, I don't want to hear an explosion in the house."

Gavin answered, glancing at his watch in the process.

He took Martin and Nikita on a trip to the Indian settlement, which covered more than 230 kilometers. They set off at 1 p.m. and didn't return until around 4:30 p.m.

Adding in the time taken by radio, it's already 5:10 now.

It would take another fifteen minutes to get to the Manor Island Resort. Why would he send Eugene back to the resort at this point, only to spend another ten minutes searching, and then rush home before sunset?

So let's rest. After all, given the current situation at the camp, no matter how busy we are, a few tens of minutes won't make a difference.

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Eugene and his two companions cheered and then drove the car back to the warehouse.

Gavin then led Jon across the courtyard back to the manor and introduced him to everyone.

Gavin adhered to the old rule for newcomers: they didn't have to do anything on their first day at camp.

Let's take a day off, let the new recruits read the zombie survival manual and the camp rules, and take some time to think about their future roles. We'll discuss everything tomorrow.

Moreover, Gavin's mind is still on the radio.

Especially after Jon's appearance proved the effectiveness of radio broadcasting, Gavin became even more interested in it.

So even after dinner, Gavin stayed in the broadcasting room until around eight o'clock.

Incidentally, he also thoroughly reviewed the records left by the astronauts several times.

Gavin was somewhat numb to Xiaolin's speculations. The mystery and complexity of fungi were truly giving him a headache.

Moreover, as Gavin learned more and more about the zombie fungus, he felt more and more that these zombies were starting to look more and more like the zombies in the American post-apocalyptic world.

That game also has another name, The Last of Us, which was supposed to be released in 13, but it hasn't been released yet.

If there hadn't been an apocalypse, The Last of Us would probably have been released in June 13.

The zombies in this game are also fungal, and I heard that a TV series was later made about them...

And myself...

Damn it!
Gavin couldn't help but purse his lips, because he knew one thing: the zombies in The Last of Us had undergone a great migration.

This is Gavin's least favorite word, but it's also the word he least wants to face.

Based on the current situation where zombies are gradually attaching to fungi, starting to be classified, and giving rise to different types of zombies.

Even if he used the head of a great raven to think for him, he wouldn't dare deny the immense possibility of the Great Migration.

Gavin sat in the broadcasting room in silence for a long time.

He felt that the construction of the camp should enter a new phase.

During this phase, the camp needs to free up manpower as much as possible to slowly build defensive fortifications, since the external impact of defensive fortifications on people is enormous.

Even if those fortifications are useless, they will at least boost the morale of the camp members and give the inevitable increase in camp members something to do.

We can't let people be idle. When people are idle, they are prone to causing trouble, both in their mindset and actions!
Of course, building defensive fortifications is still the job of the logistics personnel.

For field staff...

Gavin felt that with the increasing number of field agents, it was necessary for him to start establishing branch bases and supply points around the core of the manor!
At the same time, he also needed to set up simple observation posts in different directions of the camp to prevent the manor from being directly approached by someone without the manor's knowledge.

In short, these are all destined to be fieldwork tasks.

With that in mind, Gavin took out a map and started looking at it in the broadcasting room. He wanted to select several locations about 100 kilometers away from the manor to be used as targets for branch bases.

The Indian reservation prison was certainly one option for a subbase, but in addition to that, Gavin also needed to select several other locations in different directions that could also serve as subbase options.

If a large-scale zombie migration occurs in the coming months, the camp's personnel must be ready to transfer to a branch base at any time to effectively avoid the potential harm caused by the migration.

As for when Gavin's speculation about the zombie migration will occur?
Gavin could never be absolutely certain of this, since he was neither a zombie nor a fungus.

However, Gavin believes that if zombies really need to migrate, then what they will be dealing with is undoubtedly something like changing weather.

Therefore, even if the Great Migration occurs, it will only happen in summer and winter.

Perhaps in the summer, the zombies in the American West will migrate north to escape the hot and dry environment of the West.

In this process, Mexican zombies might even flood into the United States...

And in winter, damn it, there's a high chance that nine out of ten Canadian zombies will flood into the United States, and the zombies in the northern United States will also very likely continue to migrate south...

In short, no matter how they migrate, once the migration occurs, Texas is destined to be affected.

During the summer migration, Texas, located on the Mexican border, is at the forefront.

And if they migrate in winter... part of Texas is also close to the equator, so Texas is truly a treasure trove, sigh...

Thinking of this, Gavin couldn't help but sigh.

But just as he was sighing, Madison's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie.

After injuring his foot, Lao Mai rested for a short afternoon and took a full nap in his room.

However, after his afternoon nap, Old Mai didn't want to be idle, so he simply set up camp at the sentry post.

Old Mike certainly had this simple idea of ​​using his injured self to contribute more to the camp.

So even now, Old Mike is still standing guard there.

At that moment, Old Mai spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, there are vehicles approaching from the direction of the farm town!"

"Roger that!"

Upon hearing Madison's words, Gavin replied "Received" and then quickly made arrangements over the intercom.

"Eugene, Martin, Nikita, Old Feng, get ready in the hall."

After speaking, Gavin put down the walkie-talkie, slung the HK416 over his shoulder, put on his cowboy hat, and left the broadcasting room.

After he left the broadcasting room and went up to the second floor, he happened to see Steve also coming out of the room with a gun.

Upon seeing Gavin, Steve paused slightly before speaking.

"Boss."

"You're out too! How's it going, buddy?"

Gavin came over to Steve, exchanged pleasantries, and casually circled around to look at Steve's head.

Seeing Gavin approach, Steve grinned and replied.

"My head is still a little dizzy, and I have some tinnitus, but anyway, after taking a nap this afternoon, at least I don't want to eat ice cream anymore, haha~"

At this point, Steve couldn't help but chuckle, then shook his head instinctively, trying to dispel the tinnitus in his head.

Gavin patted him on the shoulder and laughed.

"You know yourself that ice cream isn't quite right, huh? I haven't heard you ask for ice cream since you were thirteen. Thinking about it now, it's kind of nostalgic."

"But anyway, it's good that you're alright. Since you think it's okay, then come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin strode into the hall, with Steve following behind him.

Meanwhile, apart from the people Gavin had called, everyone else in the manor left the gym and gathered in the hall.

Upon seeing the crowd, Gavin nodded and offered a reassuring word.

"Don't worry, guys, this is a good thing, isn't it? With the radio broadcast, our camp is probably going to see a surge of survivors."

At this point, Gavin waved to Eugene and Old Feng, who had already entered the hall with their guns.

"Eugene, go up to the roof and set up a gun. Wait for my orders."

“Old Feng, the machine gun post on the roof near the left corner of the manor’s main gate is yours. If the survivors are hostile, you should judge for yourself whether the environment is safe, since the machine gun post isn’t properly protected yet.”

After saying that, Gavin looked at Old Feng, who pursed his lips, nodded, and smiled.

"Don't worry, boss, I know what to do."

After saying that, Lao Feng and Eugene exchanged fist bumps, then walked together to the third floor and settled down on the rooftop.

Gavin then took the lead and stood in front of the gate, looking beyond the lights outside the manor at the approaching car lights in the distance.

Once the headlights were truly in everyone's view, Arturo couldn't help but rub his bald head and say something.

"Hehe, that's great. There's only one vehicle. Nine times out of ten, it's not coming to attack us. We'll probably have more people now." "Heh, so what if there are more people? What are you so happy about? It's not like the apocalypse will end just because there are more people in the camp!"

Adriana looked up and cursed Arturo, while also checking her own firearms.

As Adriana loaded the gun, not far away, construction boss Jon couldn't help but take a deep breath, then whispered to William beside him, "What do you mean?"

"Ahem, Officer William, right?"

"Yes, hello, what can I do for you?"

William glanced sideways at Jon, but his eyes were fixed on the approaching car.

After receiving William's response, Jon swallowed hard, then leaned closer to him and asked in a low voice.

"Well, I was thinking, could I take out my gun and use it too? I see almost everyone else is carrying a gun, and I don't want to be the odd one out."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Jon's words, William looked at him suspiciously and said...

"Doesn't Boss Gavin tell you to use a gun? No, he doesn't."

At this point, William took two steps forward and came up behind Gavin to ask.

"Boss, did you forbid Jon from using guns? This guy came unarmed!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin put his right hand on his waist, his fingers instinctively sliding along the gun handle, and looked at Jon with amusement, saying...

"Jon, what the hell are you doing here without a gun? Go get your gun, my camp doesn't ban guns!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin waved to Jon, who quickly left the hall and went back to his room to get his gun.

He didn't even bring Gavin's gun, because when he arrived at the manor, his Raptor had more than thirty guns on it, many of which were gold-plated.

Compared to Gavin's preference for engraved firearms, this construction group executive clearly prefers the luxurious gold color scheme.

Gripping his gun, Jon felt a little safer, and continued to watch as the car approached the manor.

Gavin didn't go out; he just stood at the door waiting for the car.

Now that it's so dark, the brightly lit manor is like a lighthouse; the survivors can just drive their own cars over.

About a minute and a half later, a Chevrolet pulled up in front of the manor.

The driver parked the car directly at the entrance of the manor, and then got out of the car himself.

Gavin noticed that the driver made a gesture of putting his gun away when he got out of the car.

Clearly, the survivors living in the outside world were not lacking in vigilance before actually coming into contact with Gavin and his group.

But after actually arriving at the manor...

Especially after the survivors saw the men, women, and children in the manor, particularly the children...

Unless the survivors who arrive are antisocial lunatics, he obviously wouldn't want to shoot at such a group of people.

This is why Americans, despite the existence of widespread racial discrimination, still insist on fighting racial discrimination and promote diversity and immigrant nations as key characteristics.

Because from an outsider's perspective, when they see a truly diverse camp with people of all ages and children, their instinctive feeling is obviously better than seeing a large group of bald, tattooed men like Arturo standing together.

At this moment, after the survivor got out of the car, he raised his hands high and spoke to Gavin through the transparent gate of the manor.

"Gavin, it really is you! I heard your broadcast!"

“I am Kelvin Hernandez, and I came all the way from Taylor City. My God, you actually managed to set up a camp! This is wonderful!”

“My gun is in my butt. I didn’t bring any other weapons, just one gun, and no one else was with me.”

"So can I go in? Believe me, I have no ill intentions towards you. No normal person would harbor any ill will towards a survival camp in the apocalypse!"

At this point, Kelvin couldn't help but take two steps forward, his gaze fixed intently on the raven on Gavin's shoulder.

Honestly, that crow is so cool! Gavin in real life is way cooler than the one on TV!
While Kelvin waited silently, inside the manor, over the walkie-talkie...

Eugene said softly.

"Boss, there's only one vehicle, and I can't see any other possible support within a range of about 1.8 kilometers."

"receive."

After receiving confirmation from Eugene, Gavin nodded, then stepped out of the crowd and slowly pushed open the door.

Gavin's doors are a full 38 centimeters thick, and the bolts are mechanically pulled, but the mechanism is currently in very good condition and moves very smoothly.

Once Gavin integrates the manor gate into the security system, with the gate locked by electric current, even three heavy trucks wouldn't be able to pull it open from the outside.

As for now.

Gavin walked out of the manor and shook hands warmly with Kelvin. After that, the evening's program turned into introducing Kelvin to everyone.

After welcoming the new survivors, Gavin didn't rush to train. Instead, he chatted with the two survivors for a while.

The main topic of discussion was the professional skills of the two survivors.

Jon, without a doubt, doesn't have much to offer as a boss, but his experience as a boss can still help Gavin develop new plans and solutions for the existing camp layout.

As for Kelvin...

Gavin never expected that this guy was actually a professional angler who made money by catching tuna at sea every year during the fishing season.

The reason he avoided the zombie apocalypse was that on the night the apocalypse broke out, he found a good spot in a big river and went night fishing!
Damn it, fishing really did save my life!

After talking with the two of them, they both joined the logistics team.

It was already close to ten o'clock.

Seeing everyone return to their rooms to rest, Kelvin and Jon also chose their rooms.

So Gavin finally headed to the bar, intending to have a couple of drinks and then take a nap.

When he entered the bar, William was sitting at the bar, mixing himself a drink.

Gavin was taken aback when he saw William mixing drinks, and then asked him with a smile.

"Hey buddy, you can make this too? If I'd known sooner, I should have asked you to make some for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin smiled and sat down in the booth, pointing to the wine list and asking William.

"Can I order, buddy?"

"Uh, boss, actually I only know a few kinds, and they're all convenience store cocktails. I don't know if you'll like them."

After saying that, William tried to pick up the cocktail glass and looked at Gavin expectantly.

Following his gaze, Gavin, as expected, frowned and asked in confusion.

"Convenience store cocktail? I've never heard of this kind of cocktail before."

"Ha ha!"

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, William smiled contentedly, explaining to Gavin as he did so.

"I knew you wouldn't know this, haha, after all, you're a big tycoon, boss~"

"Convenience store cocktails are cheap cocktails prepared by young people like us who don't go to college, and young people who go to college but don't have money. They are cocktails that can be made in a convenience store."

"Jägermeister Bomb is Jägermeister plus Red Bull, Beach Vodka is vodka plus Gatorade, and Cinnamon Whiskey Apple Juice is naturally whiskey plus apple juice~"

At this point, William casually took out a bottle of whiskey and prepared some apple juice, and simply mixed Gavin a glass.

After presenting the cinnamon whiskey apple juice to Gavin, William shook his head regretfully and smiled wryly.

"Boss, the alcohol and drinks at your place are too expensive. No matter how I mix them, I can't get the taste of a real convenience store cocktail."

"But that's good, I always dreamed that one day I wouldn't have to drink cheap liquor anymore, and now that dream has come true. But I didn't dream about zombies though~"

As soon as he finished speaking, William raised his glass and clinked it against Gavin's.

But Gavin had barely swallowed his drink when Madison's voice came through the walkie-talkie again.

"Boss, this is a sentry post. There are lights approaching from the direction of the resort area. Could it be another group of survivors?"

"What? Here we go again!"

Upon hearing Old Mike's words, Gavin quickly put down his glass and spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Received. Same as before, Eugene and Lao Feng go to the third floor. Other field staff who are available, gather in the lobby."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin led his men to receive another survivor from Koligishdexin City. This survivor turned out to be a car mechanic!

This news really cheered Gavin up, and he even spent some time talking to the survivors about the cars in the garage.

The survivor was dazzled by the variety of luxury cars on display, but Gavin didn't talk to him about car maintenance; instead, he discussed car modifications.

For example, you could install metal shields and barbed wire on vehicles that aren't bulletproof, or have this guy teach a car repair class at the camp, teaching interested guys how to repair cars.

Gavin chatted with the new survivors until around 10:40, then let them rest before gathering the field crew in the lobby.

Although it was already past ten o'clock, everyone was still very energetic today.

After Gavin gathered all the field agents except for Mike and Steve, he addressed them.

"Guys, there are quite a few survivors today, so we need to add one more person to our sentry post."

"From now on, the number of night sentries will be increased to two. If there are any problems, ask quickly and then we can go and rest."

After speaking, Gavin lay down on the sofa, waiting for everyone's reply.

In response to Gavin's question, Adriana pondered for a moment, then spoke softly.

"Boss, there's nothing wrong with standing guard. I don't think it's wrong to stand guard."

"However, we explorers are supposed to do the most dangerous work during the day, so it's a bit inappropriate for us to also spend time and energy standing guard at the camp at night, isn't it?"

At this point, seemingly afraid of upsetting Gavin, Adriana quickly added another explanation.

"Boss, it's not that I'm lazy, nor that I don't want to obey your orders. I'm just worried about the future of the camp."

"There are more and more people at our camp. Three people came today alone, and there will definitely be more in a few days. By then, the number of field agents and support staff will increase, and the new field agents might have some complaints about your arrangements."

After saying that, Adriana looked at Gavin expectantly.

Gavin pondered for a moment, then explained to Adriana and all the field agents present.

“You’re right, Adriana. Having field staff do the work of sentry duty does put a certain amount of pressure on them.”

"But I'm not a heartless boss, buddy. The reason I require field staff to stand night shifts is mainly to improve the mobility of our field personnel."

"What would the night shift look like if the less mobile logistics staff were put on duty instead?"

"If one or two zombies approach the manor, the sentry must call the field crew. If a herd of cattle approaches from a distance, the sentry must also call the field crew. Or if any other unexpected event occurs, the sentry must still call the field crew."

"That's why I'm temporarily keeping the field staff on duty—because our operational capabilities are stronger!"

"If you encounter a few zombies, the field crew can decide whether to call for help or simply go to the balcony and deal with the zombies themselves, at most just to practice their marksmanship."

"It's the same if you encounter a herd of cattle. It's not a problem for one person to drive a car and shoot to drive them away. Just make sure the herd doesn't surround the manor."

"In short, the operational capability of field personnel is an indispensable part of nighttime sentry duty. However, don't worry, once there are enough staff in the office, the sentry duties will be transferred to the office staff. After all, my requirement for them is to supervise and guard our camp!"

At this point, Gavin tapped the back of the sofa to indicate that the current topic was over.

He then continued speaking to the attentive audience.

"As for tonight, with both of you on duty at the same time, don't just keep an eye on the outside world; make sure one of you keeps a close watch on the rest area."

"Only three survivors came today, but I think there will be even more tomorrow, we..."

"Boss!"

Before Gavin could finish speaking, Steve, who had already changed shifts on the second floor, shouted at him.

"There are more people coming from outside, this time they're coming from the direction of the farm town!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve focused his binoculars on the approaching car.

He continued speaking while observing carefully.

"The car is a Jeep Wrangler, and it's still more than three kilometers away from us."

"receive."

Upon hearing this, Gavin sighed happily, then waved to Eugene and Old Feng.

This time, without Gavin saying anything, Eugene and Old Feng went up to the roof to set up their guns.

Meanwhile, Gavin sat casually on the sofa, waiting for the survivors to approach.

Nearby, Nikita licked her lips, took a cigarette out of her pocket, and handed it to Gavin.

Gavin took the cigarette and let Nikita light it for him. Then, belatedly realizing what was happening, he looked up at Nikita with suspicion and asked.

"Wait, why are you the one handing me a cigarette? You've started smoking too, little girl."

As he spoke, Gavin curiously looked up at the girl standing in front of him, who seemed hesitant to look at him directly.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, facing Gavin's questions.

Nikita tilted her head to look at the tips of her shoes and asked Gavin softly.

"What, sir? Do you have a problem with women who smoke?"

"No, I have no problem with women who smoke; I even find them sexy and share the same hobby as me."

Gavin then spoke to Nikita.

"But didn't Mom tell you that you're not allowed to smoke until you're an adult? If you're already breaking Mom's rules, then it doesn't matter if you break even more rules, right?"

At this point, Gavin raised an eyebrow at Nikita, who couldn't help but roll her eyes at him before replying.

"I don't smoke, I'm just... preparing this for you, I thought you might need it!"

"Haha, that's so thoughtful of you, thank you so much~"

Gavin took a deep drag on his cigarette, then stood up, drew his pistol, and looked warily at the rapidly approaching car.

This car was a bit strange; it not only arrived late, but also around 11 p.m.

At the same time, the car doesn't even slow down!

Gavin couldn't help but be wary of a car that wasn't slowing down at all and seemed poised to crash directly into the manor.

Even Eugene and Old Feng, who were setting up defenses on the rooftop, couldn't help but talk to Gavin through their walkie-talkies after a brief exchange.

"Boss, this is Feng. This car is going so fast, it looks like it might crash into our yard or even the manor. What should I do?"

As he spoke, Old Feng couldn't help but show a troubled look in his eyes.

If he could, his compassion would prevent him from firing at an unknown stranger.

However, he still gripped the machine gun's firing handle with both hands.

If necessary, he wouldn't let his compassion continue to grow; if Gavin gave the order, he would still fire immediately!

Everything was for the safety of the camp, because his wife and children were part of the camp!

Reality is not a movie, and in reality, very few people would put their families in danger out of kindness!

Meanwhile, listening to Lao Feng's words, Gavin frowned and stared intently at the car in the distance.

The car is still accelerating and has already passed the cattle pen!
Watching the car accelerate, Gavin suddenly realized that the camp was missing a basic loudspeaker, one that could warn outsiders!
Damn!

Gavin pursed his lips. There were too many details in life, and he could easily miss something. He really wasn't a god!

Thinking of this, Gavin spoke into the intercom.

"Feng, warning shot!"

He had to fire warning shots to stop the vehicle from getting close; if the vehicle was loaded with explosives, the manor would be fine, but the yard would be in serious trouble.

The yard may not be important, but it still takes manpower to maintain it, doesn't it?
Therefore, when faced with such a problem, Gavin prefers to resolve it on the grass. If the car's speed increases instead of decreasing after a warning shot, then Gavin will have to consider whether he should order it to be killed!
With this colleague, on the third floor rooftop.

"Roger that!"

Old Feng quickly gripped the machine gun's firing handle.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!!!
In an instant, nearly twenty bullets were fired, piercing the path of the Wrangler!

Upon noticing the sudden sound of bullets, the Wrangler visibly swayed before quickly slowing down and coming to a stop.

Then, a red-haired girl, about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, jumped out of the driver's seat and ran quickly toward the manor from a distance of more than 240 meters.

As she ran, the girl raised her hands and shouted towards the manor.

"Help us, God, please help us! My brother is trapped by zombies in a repair shop near Oldwood!"

"Please, I'll do anything, as long as you can save my brother, I'll do anything!"

(End of this chapter)