Doomsday America

Chapter 143 After the Rain and the Blood Seekers (10k)

After saying that, Thomas shook his head regretfully.

His eyes revealed a hint of sorrow, as if he had truly witnessed that scene.

The scene depicts numerous small and medium-sized camps being approached by a few zombies that are searching for them, followed by the zombies escaping to report the situation, and soon after, a large number of zombies rushing into the camps, surrounding and destroying them!

While listening to Thomas's story, Gavin pondered for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a zombie survival manual.

As Gavin handed the manual to Thomas, he exhaled a breath of stale air and said...

"I've heard enough bad news and witnessed enough bad things in the past week."

"But today's news is still among the top three bad news, and it even has a chance to compete for first place."

"So, Thomas, what do you think we should call him? Do you have any good suggestions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin pulled out a few cigarettes and tossed one to everyone.

As everyone took the cigarettes and lit them, Thomas also took the zombie survival manual and silently began to read it.

Just as Gavin finished his cigarette and extinguished it, Thomas looked up and tapped the zombie survival manual with his finger.

“I had heard your recordings on the radio, sir, but seeing the book in person still deeply moved me.”

"Especially your first encounter with the humic aggregate and the howler, that experience was breathtaking; you are truly experienced."

"While the wording and sentence structure of this book may be debatable, its content is extremely crucial and could save the lives of countless survivors."

"Perhaps decades from now, you could compete for the position of Jesus. Of course, you might have other options, wouldn't you?"

At this point, Thomas looked with interest at the large raven on Gavin's shoulder. Noticing Thomas's gaze, the raven tilted its head and met Thomas's eyes with its lively gaze.

Seeing this, Thomas took a deep breath, then lowered his head slightly and continued speaking softly to Gavin.

"As for the naming issue we are discussing, I think the name 'Hunter' is certainly fitting for him and also in line with your usual naming rules."

After saying that, Thomas closed the zombie survival manual with both hands and handed it back to Gavin.

Gavin took the manual, then shook his head thoughtfully.

"The Hunter is indeed a good name, but... I still think it doesn't quite capture the immense danger that zombies could pose."

"Therefore, it should be called the Bloodseeker!"

"Only a name like this will remind everyone who sees it that they must kill it with their own hands."

Hearing Gavin say this, Old Feng nodded slightly and smiled wryly.

"The Bloodseeker, huh? That's quite a name. Once he finds us, all that's left is a bloody lesson."

"Damn it, I originally thought these zombies wouldn't mutate several levels or have all sorts of superpowers, so they would be much easier to deal with."

"But actually, those novelists should really come here for a visit. Damn, zombies are already hard to deal with without superpowers, bullshit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Feng made himself a cup of tea and found a small cup to prepare a cup of hot water for the fox, which he then slowly blew on to cool it down.

Seeing Old Feng bring hot water to the little fox, Thomas pursed his lips, picked up a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Gavin.

As Gavin took the tea, Thomas spoke softly to him.

"If possible, sir, I can record the relevant information about the blood finder for you, and the writing style will be similar to yours, so don't worry about it affecting your reading."

"Tonight is not a good time to go out, but at least the town of Oldwood, which has been ravaged by tornadoes, no longer needs to face the threat of tornadoes, so you can get a good night's sleep."

"The repair shop building is quite sturdy and cannot be easily breached by a few dozen zombies. Moreover, with the heavy rain and thunder, even if the zombies in the wild send out blood hunters again, it will be difficult for them to clearly target us inside the repair shop."

“We can sleep in the office. I found three folding beds in the warehouse, which I think you and the two ladies will find useful. The Asian guest and I can take turns resting in the office chairs and keep watch.”

After speaking, Thomas turned and went towards the warehouse, found the folding bed he had marked earlier, brought it to the office, and arranged it near several tables.

Seeing this, Gavin didn't stand on ceremony with him, because he could tell that Thomas was a rational and traditional person, and a guy who hid his gratitude under an elegant exterior.

After confirming that he was indeed coming to rescue him in person, he positioned himself as a servant.

Gavin doesn't believe anyone is born liking to be in a service role.

Clearly, Thomas did this in his own way to repay the person who was truly willing to cross the darkness and storm to try to save him!
In this respect, Thomas and his sister Hela seem to share a common trait.

Both of them are exceptionally good at seeing through appearances to the essence of things.

If Eugene were hiding in the repair shop, when I came to rescue him, Eugene would definitely roll his eyes and say he didn't need help.

Thomas wouldn't be in any danger in this repair shop even if Thomas hadn't come tonight, but Thomas didn't forget the help he had tried to offer him because of that.

Just like how Hela, after arriving at the manor, never blamed anyone who was unwilling to save her brother.

They know what to be grateful for and what not to blame.

Now, when talking to Thomas, Gavin can't help but feel like a great European nobleman, and Thomas is his butler, and everything seems so natural.

This was, of course, a feeling that Thomas deliberately created.

Moreover, Thomas seems to genuinely like the European way of doing things, and he probably prefers France, since placing his hand on his heart when performing the butler's salute is the standard practice for French nobles.

In other countries, the way nobles and butlers greet each other is by placing their hands on each other's ribs.

However, Thomas could also be German, or at least of German descent, because only German noble butlers would habitually focus their gaze on the master's second button when bowing.

Butlers in other countries usually keep their eyes on their master's collar.

Thinking of this, Gavin nodded slightly to Thomas without saying any words of thanks, and accepted Thomas's service as a matter of course, sitting on the folding bed that Thomas had set up.

Upon seeing Gavin's response, Thomas's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but smile, as if his cosplay had been recognized by someone.

Then, Thomas straightened up and spoke gently to Adriana and Hela.

"Madam, and my foolish sister, my advice to you is to get some rest."

"Thunderstorms in Texas in February won't last long because there isn't much convection between the cold air from the western plateau and the cold air from the central hills this month."

"Based on my weather forecast, the last bit of drizzle should completely dissipate around 5:10 a.m. After that, we can start preparing to get back to camp."

At this point, Thomas turned around, bowed slightly towards Gavin who was lying down naturally, and asked softly.

"By the way, sir, are our camp lacking supplies? If so, before you wake up, I can go to town to document the buildings that haven't been destroyed by the tornado and salvage the supplies."

“Towns like Oldwood, where a tornado wiped out the zombies, are rare. Everything here is ours to use until new zombies arrive.”

After speaking, Thomas, like any good butler, offered only suggestions and did not try to persuade Gavin, but waited quietly and patiently for him to make a decision.

Looking at Thomas at this moment, Gavin had to admit that he was smitten!

Of course, it's not the kind of heart-fluttering feeling that Jay Chou and the people of Chengdu have.

He just didn't expect that Thomas, a master's degree holder in agronomy, could bring him such a big surprise in a field outside his own expertise!

Gavin shook his head seriously and spoke to Thomas.

"Thomas, I didn't study statistics in college, but I do know that the camp is not lacking in regular resources."

"As for special resources that may be lacking at certain times in the future, I am even less willing to take risks for the sake of a certain possibility in the future."

"So, don't even think about taking anything from Oldwood Town. Get some rest, and we'll set off as soon as it's light. We need to get back to camp as quickly as possible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin rolled over on the folding bed and found a more comfortable position.

Thomas nodded appreciatively and smiled.

“I know you haven’t studied statistics, and I also know that you earned the top Bachelor of Arts degree in Chinese and Oriental Literature from the Department of Languages ​​and Literature at the University of Texas at Dallas in just one year.”

“I’m a fan of yours, sir. If you don’t even understand this, then I…”

"Wait? Holy crap? What the hell?"

Before Thomas could finish speaking, Old Feng, standing next to the little fox in the distance, suddenly turned around, staring at Thomas and Gavin in disbelief, and shouted in astonishment.

Although Thomas wasn't angry about being interrupted, he calmly looked at Old Feng and asked with his eyes why he had been interrupted.

Old Feng abruptly put down the little fox, dragged his wet pants to Gavin's side, looked at Gavin with a strange expression, and continued to ask.

"Boss, is what he said true? You speak Chinese? How good is your Chinese?!"

At this point, Lao Feng swallowed hard and stared nervously at Gavin.

Facing Lao Feng, who was so nervous he was practically tearing his shoes apart with his toes, Gavin chuckled dryly, raised his hand and made a gesture that Koreans would absolutely dislike, and replied in a flippant tone in Chinese.

"You ask me how good my Chinese is? Hehe, it's as high as three or four stories high!"

"Holy crap...we're doomed..."

Old Feng immediately covered his face as if he had lost his parents. He remembered the boasts he and his wife had made in Chinese the day he first met Gavin!

He should have realized it sooner; it was a ghost story. No wonder Gavin's cough was so strange that day.

Just like Gavin's wife gave birth!
It turns out that the boss had been eavesdropping on his and his wife's private conversations all along!

Thinking of this, Old Feng rolled his eyes helplessly.

Gavin then raised his hand and patted Old Feng's knee, laughing.

"Don't fucking take it seriously. Everyone has their own secrets, and I didn't intend to hide it from you for long, haha."

"But listening to you guys whispering is quite interesting. If you're not happy about it, come with me to the boxing ring for a bit. I'll give you a ten-move handicap, how about that?"

"Even if you let me have a hundred moves, I still wouldn't be able to touch you. You're really... I've never seen such a boring person!"

Old Feng replied dejectedly, then returned to the little fox's side with a wry smile, and sat down on the ground to take care of it.

Watching Lao Feng's reaction and listening to his and Gavin's string of broken Chinese, I realized that...

Thomas pondered for a moment, nodded knowingly, then looked at Gavin with a smile in his eyes and said softly.

"It seems I inadvertently interrupted your little pleasure, sir."

"That doesn't matter. After all, some fun is most meaningful when it's broken."

Gavin waved to Thomas, then lay down on his side on the bed, his right hand resting naturally on his waist, and went to sleep.

Listening to Gavin's breathing, Adriana stared greedily at Gavin's features for a couple of seconds.

Noticing Adriana's gaze, Thomas pursed his lips with a deep look in his eyes, then picked up a pen and paper, sat down at his desk, and began to write.

Hela then came to her brother's side and whispered to Thomas, "What do you mean?"

"So, brother, are they to your liking?"

"I couldn't be more satisfied, my silly sister, go to sleep now."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep now. Today has been a wonderful day. I think I'm starting to like this feeling!"

Hela nodded, unable to suppress a laugh.

With a smile, she and Adriana returned to their respective beds to rest.

Thomas sat at the table writing and drawing, while Old Feng leaned against the wall, holding the little fox whose fur was gradually drying as he sat on the ground.

At this moment, neither Thomas nor Old Feng closed their eyes, but even if Gavin closed his eyes, no one could guarantee that he was really asleep.

When Gavin finally sat up from the folding bed, he looked at his watch: 5:20, which was just the right time.

As Gavin stood up, Thomas looked up at the desk and smiled at Gavin.

"You're awake, sir."

"Yes, my biological clock has always been good. I can always open my eyes around the same time whenever I decide what time to wake up."

Gavin responded with a sound of agreement, then sat up and rubbed his face.

After confirming that he was fully awake, he went to Thomas's side, looked at the manuscript in front of Thomas, and asked.

"You wrote all night?"

"Indeed, but it's not just a record of blood seekers; it's more of my simple plan for the future agricultural ecology of the camp."

Thomas explained to Gavin.

"Because I haven't been to the campsite yet, this plan is inevitably a bit unrealistic. However, I'm just writing it for my own reference, and more for organizing my own thoughts."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing the word "planning," Gavin looked at the manuscript with interest and asked a question.

Would you mind letting me take a look?

"As long as you don't laugh at me, that's fine."

Thomas smiled and got up from his office chair, making room for Gavin. Gavin sat down, picked up the manuscript, and gave Thomas some instructions.

"Of course I won't laugh at someone smarter than me. You wake them up for me. The repair shop is greasy and there should be showers. Let them decide whether they want to take a shower or not, and then we'll set off."

"Okay, sir."

Thomas nodded, then walked over to Old Feng and glanced warily at the gun Old Feng was holding.

He simply walked to Old Feng's side, stood nearly two meters away, pressed himself against the wall, and spoke to Old Feng.

"Feng, it's time for you to get up!"

"who!"

The sudden sound made Lao Feng instinctively raise his pistol, aim ahead, and open his eyes.

Then he saw Thomas, who was pressed against the wall to his side, his face filled with wariness and admiration.

Old Feng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"You're really cautious, buddy, but doesn't that mean you don't trust me?"

"No, I trust you, but I don't trust Sig Sauer's pistols; they often misfire!"

Thomas answered.

Upon hearing this, Old Feng glanced speechlessly at his Sig Sauer pistol, then turned off the safety, waved the pistol at Thomas, and said.

"The boss's Sig Sauer has been improved by the workshop. It has only advantages and no disadvantages. You don't need to worry at all."

"Wait, it's time, right? Go call them, I'll check the weather."

As he spoke, Old Feng sat up from the cold ground, rubbed the still slightly damp little fox, and then went to the window to look outside in the morning sun.

Good heavens, the outside was a complete mess. Old Feng even felt like this was an earthquake site, or like Oldwood town had just been swept by floods!
Because he had only ever witnessed earthquakes and floods in person!
Trees lay scattered upside down on the ground in all directions, some horizontal, some vertical, some broken, some crumbled, countless in all shapes and sizes.

Among the countless trees, there are also countless everyday items scattered around: clothes, broken televisions, dilapidated roofs, dead cats and dogs, and even two brightly colored lizards turned into lizard pancakes.

The surrounding roads were not blocked in general, which was good news. However, as the rain subsided, Lao Feng still spotted two zombies.

The two zombies were about thirty meters apart, staggering about fifty meters to the left of the auto repair shop.

Seeing this, Old Feng curled his lip and returned to his office to speak to the people who had already gotten up.

"The outside is a complete mess, but the roads are fine, so we can drive right away."

"Besides that, there are two zombies on the left, but there are only two, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"So, boss, when do we set off?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Feng looked at Gavin with a slightly anxious expression. After dozing off for a few hours, he finally remembered that his wife was still at home worrying about him.

When asked by Lao Feng, Gavin looked at the manuscript in his hand very carefully.

Thomas not only summarized and compiled a list of various crops suitable for planting in central Texas from February to May.

He even proposed various cross-planting schemes for different crops and marked the crops he thought were well-suited for the post-apocalyptic environment.

In addition, he also marked the common diseases and pests, and biological control methods for each crop he recommended.

He even came up with a reform plan for the intelligentization of planting machinery in the post-apocalyptic world.

Furthermore, Thomas proposed indoor and basement hydroponic plant cultivation schemes, and further divided the hydroponic schemes into several different plans for targeted production increases and survival in extreme environments.

In his plan, Gavin even felt that even if his camp was not that big, just a small basement, this plan could help him achieve basic self-sufficiency in food and vegetables!

For a moment, Gavin, who was looking at the plan, didn't even notice Old Feng's question. His mind was completely on Thomas's doomsday agricultural integration plan, drifting to the camp months or even years in the future!

Seeing Gavin looking too intently, Old Feng couldn't help but swallow hard, then tentatively leaned closer to Gavin and whispered something.

"Palace Yuye Liquor?"

"One hundred and eighty cups..."

Gavin rolled his eyes, looked up, and carefully arranged the manuscript paper as if it were a precious treasure. He stood up, nodded solemnly to Thomas, and said...

"I need to see your complete plan draft as soon as possible, taking into account the actual conditions of the camp. You'll have to work hard these next few days, Thomas."

"Of course, sir. Every one of us living in the apocalypse has a duty to contribute to the continuation of human civilization. Besides strength, I can obviously contribute a little bit of wisdom, which is my honor."

Thomas nodded reservedly in response, while Gavin returned the manuscript to Thomas, then put his arm around Old Feng's shoulder and pulled him toward the shield. As they walked toward the car, Old Feng excitedly continued talking to Gavin.

"Odd changes to even and stays the same!"

“Symbols look at the quadrants.”

"It matches up! It all matches up! Boss, you didn't time travel, did you? You must have been from the East before!"

"Hehe, I also have a legendary quarterback system for football. Do you want to take a look at my system?"

Listening to Lao Feng's unreliable yet perfectly accurate assessment of his own situation, Gavin rubbed his head in exasperation.

After hearing Gavin's words, Old Feng grinned wryly and replied.

"Come on, I was just joking. Boss, you actually took it seriously. But you must have read Dongguo web novels and browsed our forums. No wonder you graduated with a degree in Chinese in just one year!"

This time, Lao Feng's tone was exceptionally firm.

Gavin nodded in satisfaction; that was the right way to think.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the women finished showering and left the bathroom. The group of five squeezed into the battle shield and drove back towards the manor with the big raven and the little fox.

On the other hand, at Gavin Manor, in the main hall...

At around 5:40, Eugene opened his eyes, looking exhausted.

"Ah... phew..."

After stretching wearily, Eugene winced in pain. He quickly lifted his shirt to look at his purplish-blue right rib and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Thankfully, what topped him last night was just a cow, not some damn bull!

Fortunately, I was bumped on the right side, not the left.

If both of these are reversed, then he would probably be dead today!

As for now, although he was in severe pain between his ribs, Eugene judged that he was fine.

After all, he wasn't even affected in terms of breathing, and there was no edema or jaundice that would accompany the rupture of internal organs.

Seeing Eugene carefully examining his injuries, Nikita pursed her lips and whispered to Eugene.

"Eugene, you should go back to your room and rest."

"Hey, Nikita, you haven't been sleeping at all?"

Hearing Nikita's words, Eugene looked at Nikita curled up on Gavin's sofa and raised an eyebrow with amusement.

He continued, jokingly.

"And another thing, you haven't even climbed into the eldest brother's bed yet, so why are you trying to show off your sister-in-law status in front of me?"

"Stop messing around, little girl. I can sleep wherever I want, and even if you're my sister-in-law, it's none of my business!"

After saying that, Eugene put down his clothes to cover his wound, then changed direction and looked at the distant grassland.

Although Gavin Farm was not hit by a tornado, the winds last night were quite strong.

Eugene's gaze, however, was particularly drawn to the orange trees in the distance!
When he saw that the orange tree had actually been blown down, he was startled and quickly jumped off the sofa to stay!
"Hey, wake up, all of you fucking wake up, damn it!"

He yelled and shouted, waking up the people sleeping on the sofa in the hall. Finally, he came to Martin and grabbed him, pulling him up to sit up.

Forced to turn on by Eugene, Martin squinted uncomfortably, yawned wearily, and cursed.

"Eugene... Ugh... Do you fucking want to die?!"

"Bullshit! Get up and get to work! If you don't work, we're all dead when the boss comes back!"

Eugene grabbed Martin from the sofa and made him look at the fallen orange tree in the distance.

"Look at that orange tree! Damn it, how could it fall over? We have to go and prop it up right away!"

"what?"

Hearing Eugene's words, Martin stared wide-eyed in utter bewilderment.

He suddenly turned around, grabbed Eugene by the collar, and cursed at Eugene fiercely with a grumpy voice.

"You fucking woke me up so early, just for a fallen orange tree!"

"How many trees did the strong winds blow down in the forest last night? Do you want me to take them down one by one too...?"

Boom!
Before Martin could finish speaking, Madison, who was closest to him, suddenly hopped over on one leg and easily pinned Martin to the sofa.

thump!
Amidst the creaking of the sofa, Madison laughed and spoke to Martin.

"Haha, brilliant capture! You've fallen for it, buddy!"

"And Eugene is right, that orange tree can't fall; it's the burial place of the eldest brother's parents, Martin!"

"We'd better get it up before the boss gets back. Of course, I can't do that, so it'll have to be up to you guys."

After saying that, Madison released Martin, who had suddenly realized what was happening, and sat on the sofa looking at the others.

Meeting Old Mike's gaze, Nikita suddenly jumped up from Gavin's sofa with a start.

Old Mike paused slightly when he noticed the sofa Nikita was sitting on, then grinned.

Nikita must have gotten a taste of success last night, because she went to the boss's sofa first thing this morning to assert her dominance.

That's definitely the personality of Western girls. Even someone as shy as Nikita often has the passion and fervor left over from the gold rush era deep down.

Shyness can be a source of fun, but asserting dominance is their instinct, and Nikita is no exception.

But right now, Nikita isn't in the mood to enjoy the sofa she's sitting on.

She jumped off the sofa and spoke decisively to everyone.

"Thanks to Eugene's reminder, friends, the commander didn't come back all night. But I'm a little glad he didn't come back, otherwise, how sad he would have been if he had seen that tree!"

"Steve, Eugene, Martin, and me, let's hurry up and prop that tree up!"

"If Gavin is outside sheltering from the thunderstorm, he'll probably start heading back once the rain stops. We need to get that tree ready before he gets back!"

At this point, Nikita, without flinching, looked at each of the other field personnel with her usual indifferent gaze.

Meeting Nikita's tired yet incredibly determined gaze, Eugene couldn't help but purse his lips and curse at the crowd.

"Did you hear that, guys? The boss's woman has spoken!"

"These two shitty bastards, it's one thing for the men to give orders, but they can't even keep the women quiet."

"What are we waiting for? Are we going to force the boss's woman to dance for us before we go to work?"

"Stop messing around, the boss will tear us to pieces when he gets back."

With that, Eugene strode out of the hall and headed toward the orange tree.

He walked extremely fast, his steps as if he were dodging something.

Watching Eugene's retreating figure, Steve shook his head groggily before finally revealing a look of deep concern.

Gavin didn't come back all night. Were they... were they really taking shelter from the rain outside?

Will it be...

"His!"

Thinking of this, Steve gasped and then shouted in despair.

"Why is the lobby so cold? Who the hell turned on the air conditioning last night?!"

After making a joke, Steve followed Eugene, turning his attention away from the orange tree.

Martin and Nikita arrived quickly. They found ropes and other tools, and with the help of the pickup truck, they finally managed to straighten the orange tree in half an hour.

Fill in the soil, and maintain the root system.

The four of them remained silent, mechanically focusing their attention on the orange tree until, apart from the nearby grass, there was no trace of it having been felled.

They finally stopped.

Although the work of straightening the orange trees was finished, no one felt relieved at all; none of them even wanted to go back to the hall to rest.

Eugene silently handed out cigarettes to everyone, then lit one up and sullenly exhaled smoke.

As he continued smoking, Eugene finally couldn't take it anymore and cursed in annoyance!
"Damn it, I should have been more ruthless last night and just shot that bitch!"

"Eugene, stop!"

Beside him, Steve impatiently interrupted Eugene, puffing out smoke as he spoke to him.

Upon hearing this, Eugene spat angrily, then pointed at Steve and cursed him rudely.

"You have the nerve to say that, Steve? If you didn't really think you were Captain America and insisted on taking on the rescue job, the quarterback probably wouldn't have gone to help at all!"

"I know the quarterback very well. He cherishes his life just like I do... well, maybe not. Sometimes he likes to court death."

"But that's not important. What's important is that he never lets anyone else go on adventures with him, do you understand?"

"If you hadn't been pretending to be Jesus and Moses last night, Gavin might not have left, much less... been trapped outside by the storm and unable to come back!"

"You fucking should have died with your kindness, Steve, you... ugh... fucking..."

When Eugene spoke of being kept out by the downpour, his tone was almost clenched through gritted teeth, as if if he had spoken a little more forcefully, Gavin would have been simply kept out by the rain.

And when he cursed Steve...

He finally couldn't help but lower his voice and rubbed his scalp in frustration.

He had changed his wet clothes in his room the night before after settling the cattle and horses.

But looking at the camp in front of him without Gavin, even though his clothes were warm, Eugene still felt a chill to the bone!

Steve and he always disagreed, Madison would side with whom, Nikita's opinion of him, and even William might not necessarily support his cousin!

And then there's Martin, that lazy bastard who's been on a drug-free diet ever since...

Eugene couldn't help but look at Martin, who in turn looked at him with disdain.

The moment their eyes met, Martin let out a lazy breath and said.

"Why do you all go crazy as soon as the boss leaves? Especially you, Eugene, have you been afraid of your parents leaving home since you were little?"

"It was just one night. When I was participating in a cooperative python-hunting operation with professional hunters in the rainforest of South America, I was separated from the team by heavy rain and floods and it took me eight whole days to find the team on my own."

"With a heavy rain like last night, after the boss left, he would naturally find a place to hide and wait for the rain to stop. What could possibly happen to him?"

"Besides, he's using the Keberheath Battle Shield. Grenades and landmines can't destroy that thing, so how could it be shattered by a bolt of lightning?"

"Stop fooling around, cheer up. The logistics team is still watching us at the manor. They're probably all awake by now. Do you want the logistics team, especially the new guys, to embarrass us?"

"It's all dog shit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin yawned lazily again and then strode towards the manor.

Watching Martin's retreating figure, Eugene took a deep breath, realizing he had been letting his concern cloud his judgment.

As for Steve, he hesitated for a moment, then came to Eugene and said to him with a mixture of self-reproach and determination.

“You’re right, Eugene. I should have gone to save them myself. If there’s a next time, I will never be like yesterday. That damn bump on my head made me weak!”

After saying that, Steve took a deep breath and then walked towards the manor with a mix of self-reproach and nervousness.

As he entered the manor, he saw Madison, with his injured leg propped up, smiling and calling out to the newcomers who had come out early.

"You guys woke up too early, buddies. The boss is still out having fun. He hasn't assigned you any tasks yet."

"You guys better spend some more time in the game room while you can. You'll be busy when the boss comes back!"

And so, Madison simply chased away the newcomers who were still uneasy about arriving at the camp, then returned to the sofa and stared blankly into the distance.

While lost in thought, he kept glancing at his watch.

Seeing this, Steve regretted not going to rescue them even more. But just as he was filled with regret, a voice suddenly came from his walkie-talkie.

"Buzz... This is Gavin. How was the farm last night? Was it hit by a tornado?"

"Holy crap, boss, you're back! Haha, did you guys run into a tornado? You're really unlucky!"

No sooner had Gavin finished speaking than Eugene hurriedly shouted at him!

At this moment, everyone present included William, who was on guard duty, and old Bert, who had already begun reading from the script in the broadcasting room.

Everyone who knew Gavin hadn't come home that morning breathed a huge sigh of relief.

At the same time, Gavin's voice came through the walkie-talkie again after a brief silence.

"You're doomed, Redhead, because I really did run into a tornado last night. But before I get back, you'd better work hard and take care of the house. Maybe if you do a good enough job, you won't get a beating when I get back~"

After saying that, Gavin chuckled and put down the walkie-talkie, then casually waved it at Old Feng.

"hehe."

He then spoke to Old Feng.

"I had barely finished speaking when he hurriedly replied to me. I was really touched by his longing for me. I wonder how anxious they were."

"Uh...touched?"

Hearing Gavin's words, Old Feng felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly shook his head, recalling his wife's expression, and instinctively said...

"I dare not move, I dare not move an inch. I think I'm doomed, boss. I bet my wife won't sleep all night!"

After saying that, Lao Feng revealed a blissful fear, and helplessly took out a can of cola and took a big gulp.

Gavin then distributed the remaining Cokes to everyone, and then sped up, returning to the manor around 7:10.

Even from a distance, William informed everyone of Gavin's return.

Thus, when Warshian arrived in the garage.

All the field staff, including Madison, were waiting in the garage.

Of course, Winnie, that little devil, was also stuck in the field team, holding Nikita's hand and looking excitedly at Gavin.

Seeing that everyone had arrived in such great numbers, Gavin clapped his hands with amusement.

"How about it, guys? Aren't the nights much easier without me?

"Haha, that's definitely much easier. At least I don't have to worry about getting up too late and being dragged to the boxing ring to get beaten up, buddy!"

Eugene laughed and gave Gavin a hug. After they separated, Steve, unable to hide his remorse, came over, grabbed Gavin's arm, and put his arm around Gavin's shoulder.

"Bro, was last night exciting enough?"

Steve released Gavin's shoulder and asked with a forced smile.

Gavin narrowed his eyes sharply and patted Steve on the shoulder as he spoke.

"Absolutely amazing! I witnessed the birth of a tornado firsthand, and I even picked up a fox with incredibly captivating eyes!"

"Of course, that was by no means my greatest achievement, because I successfully found our target in this line of work, Hela's brother, Thomas Schultz!"

At this point, Gavin stepped aside to introduce Thomas to everyone.

When everyone learned that Thomas was actually an agronomist, even Eugene, the carefree guy, suddenly became glad that Gavin had made that decision last night!
After all, anyone who eats will never underestimate the power of food. Agronomists may not know how to cook, but what kind of grains and vegetables the future camp can grow is definitely not something that farmers can decide!
So even though Eugene disliked Thomas’s bookish manner, he still shook hands with Thomas with a forced enthusiasm.

The others enthusiastically introduced themselves to Thomas.

After Thomas finished his introduction, Gavin clapped his hands and continued speaking to the crowd.

"Guys, this was a fantastic night that was definitely not wasted. I have another piece of good news to share, especially with our lovely Winnie!"

"What? There's more good news about me?"

Upon hearing this, Winnie narrowed her eyes into crescents in surprise, eagerly rushed to Gavin, grabbed his arm, and asked expectantly.

"Boss, did you find a foal?"

Hearing Winnie's expectant question, Gavin grinned mischievously, then pulled Hela in front of everyone, especially Winnie, and introduced her word by word.

"I'm sorry, Winnie, I haven't found the pony yet, but I've found you a teacher!"

Hearing Gavin's words, Winnie jumped up in unison even before she could hear what he was saying.

Gavin's safe and sound return is already the best gift she could receive!
So she took extra care of Gavin's feelings, excitedly raising her hands and cheering with extreme excitement!
"Wow! It's a teacher! This is amazing! Actually, I don't like ponies that much! I especially like the teacher you gave me... Wait, what did you find? A teacher?!"

Ok……

Actually, Gavin wasn't that great either...

Winnie's face immediately fell...

(End of this chapter)