Doomsday America

Chapter 144 Gavin Stays at Home (10k)

Seeing Winnie's face fall instantly, Gavin smiled with satisfaction and then gestured to Hela.

"Well, Hela, is there any way to teach this brat?"

In response to Gavin's question, Hela covered her mouth and chuckled twice, then nodded.

"It is indeed a challenge, but I like challenges, and she is so cute, isn't she~"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hela came up to Winnie and extended her right hand to her.

“Hello, Winnie, I’m Hela Schultz, your future teacher.”

“Ah… Oh… I’m Winnie, um… Winnie Baker.”

Winnie reluctantly took Hela's hand and shook it lightly twice.

Then she looked at Gavin with a helpless expression and gave a dry laugh.

"Boss, thank you so much for your concern. You even found me a tutor. I... I really want to thank you so much!"

After speaking, Winnie turned to Hela and continued.

"And this teacher, you..."

"I'm not assigning homework~" Hela suddenly said.

"You...wow...you are the best teacher I have ever met!"

Winnie nodded firmly, while Hela smiled with satisfaction and reached out to rub Winnie's head.

Seeing the two men become harmonious in the blink of an eye, Gavin clapped his hands with amusement and led everyone into the hall as he spoke.

"That's about it for the introduction. As for the rest of the people in the camp, Thomas and Hela, you can get to know them yourselves."

"As for now, I'll take you to choose your rooms. After you rest, breakfast will be at eight o'clock. Is that alright?"

"Of course, no problem, sir."

Thomas nodded slightly, then looked with interest at the vast estate.

He had to admit that even though his family was quite powerful, the sheer luxury of the manor was truly eye-opening!
Looking at the thick glass walls of the manor, just the sheer thickness of them gives one a sense of security.

Therefore, the only potential threat the camp will face in the short term is probably one originating from within the camp itself.

Thomas pondered this silently and decided to take some time to show Mr. Gavin the two management plans.

Although he is an agronomist, no matter what kind of scholar one is, when one reaches the doctoral level, one must lead a large or medium-sized research team and develop various new projects.

If you don't know how to manage, even PhDs will be divided into different levels. Without management skills, research progress will also be slowed down.

Moreover, the Schultz family had already provided him and Hela with similar training, so he's not just good at handling vegetables!

With these thoughts in mind, Gavin arranged rooms for the two of them.

Wait until eight o'clock...

Okay, this time... the dining table is finally overflowing!
Gavin's table was only meant to seat eighteen people, and the team already had sixteen or seventeen members.

Five more people joined yesterday, and even with guards on duty at the sentry posts and broadcasting room, there's definitely no room left at the dining table.

The members who arrived at the restaurant first also noticed the problem, and after a brief moment of confusion, they quickly made their own choices without Gavin's intervention.

That is, one table for field staff and one table for support staff.

As for the two poor office staff, they both sat with the field staff.

Even though his wife was sitting at the logistics table, Lao Feng didn't leave the field table because he felt that this was the closest place to Gavin!

As expected, after Gavin took a long shower and came to the dining room from his room...

Seeing the two dining tables clearly separated, he sat down in his seat without hesitation.

The table he was originally sitting at was the central seat of the entire restaurant, located slightly to the left of the center, making him easily the focus of everyone's attention.

After all, his manor wasn't built in the style of a doomsday base at all; it's used for throwing parties!

Therefore, most of the manor's facilities are party-style, which actually helped to dilute the apocalyptic atmosphere while staying there.

But isn't that a good thing?
In short, after a hearty meal, Gavin glanced at the twenty or so people looking at him from the two tables, pursed his lips involuntarily, and then tapped the table as he spoke.

“There were a lot of people at the camp yesterday, and there may be even more today and in the future, so guys, we need to make some adjustments to our work.”

"Those of you who already have stable jobs, such as Doris, Bella, and Sariel, your jobs do not need to be changed. We can only ask that you continue to work hard. Thank you."

"As for the others..."

At this point, Gavin paused for a moment to think, then continued with certainty.

"I personally arranged the work for the others this morning."

"Considering that the next few days will definitely be the days with the greatest broadcast effect, and there will definitely be a lot more survivors in the next few days."

"So, I'm staying home today and personally adjusting all the logistical work."

"As for the fieldwork..."

Gavin looked at Eugene and spoke.

"Eugene, the main task for the field team today is to clear the road to the Indian Reservation jail and, incidentally, clear as much of the reservation as possible!"

"I'm assigning this task to you. Are you capable?"

"Are you kidding me, boss? How could I possibly not? You don't think I'm some little baby who absolutely needs your care, do you?"

Eugene laughed and gave Gavin the middle finger, then licked his lips with satisfaction.

He immediately gave William a thumbs up and teased him.

"Did you hear that, William? I told you long ago, the quarterback would come begging to me one day, and today is it! Haha~"

He chuckled twice, then turned to Gavin and confidently concluded.

"Boss, don't worry about the prison. I'll clean it up in no time!"

"OK."

Gavin nodded, then tapped the table and continued.

"The person who's been working with Eugene, let me think... Steve, how does your head feel?"

"At least he's more level-headed than that madman Eugene, boss!"

Steve nodded heavily. After a day of rest yesterday, although the swelling on his head had not completely disappeared, his mental state had almost recovered.

In particular, his concussion symptoms had almost completely disappeared by this time.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded.

"I'll take you along, but don't let your guard down. I don't want to hear anything like that about the compost plant again, which would have made Eugene..."

"Boss!!!"

Before Gavin could finish speaking, Eugene's eyes widened, and he hurriedly stood up to stop Gavin.

After anxiously interrupting Gavin, he immediately put on a fawning smile and flattered Gavin.

"Boss, look at me! I'm such a damn loosemouth, how could you be begging me to do the work? I'm the one begging you to let me lead the team!"

"Look, it's all thanks to your support, boss, that I managed to get a position like a squad leader. Haha, it's all because you think highly of me!"

"You wait, boss. This time when I go out, I'll at least bring back a few packs of cigarettes as a gift for you. Don't refuse them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene hurriedly gave Gavin a pleading look.

Gavin nodded with amusement and said.

"No problem, bring back plenty of good cigarettes. The warden's office definitely has that kind of stuff."

"However, compared to cigarettes, I need the prison searchlights more. Try to bring back as many searchlights as possible, but if it involves taking risks, you guys can decide for yourselves!"

"Besides, Martin, you'll be leading the way for them, is that a problem?"

Gavin turned to Martin, who immediately replied with a mix of nodding and shaking his head.

“Leading the way is no problem, but I have another question, which is… I want to ask what happened to Eugene?”

"Martin!"

Eugene immediately yelled at Martin, who then gave the indignant Eugene the middle finger and jokingly said something.

"Dude, you know, the more you act like this, the more interested I become."

"Fine, go to hell, you jerk!"

Eugene gave Martin the middle finger listlessly, while thinking that he had a few more guys to lick.

After all, there were quite a few people who experienced it firsthand!
I still have Nikita and Madison to flatter!

Damn it, I've finally taken over as the team leader, but why does my status within the team seem to have decreased...?

Damn!

When you gain a higher status, your weaknesses also become more apparent. This is truly a... happy problem!
As Eugene pondered this helplessly, Gavin looked at Adriana again and said...

“Adriana, you go with them too.”

"I'm fine with it. I love the feeling of firing a gun. It makes me feel like I'm the heroine in a movie!"

Adriana nodded in agreement, and the four-person field team was now complete.

Looking at the four relaxed individuals, Gavin nodded, pondered for a moment, and then gave them his final words of advice.

"This is the first time I've let you bunch of wild kids act on your own. Even if you fail, try not to give me any more wounded."

"Otherwise, can I still rest at home in peace?"

"Stay vigilant, stay cautious, don't underestimate any ordinary zombie, and never mistake any seemingly safe environment for a completely safe one!"

"In addition, bring some grenades and RPGs as spares, and bring extra bullets as well."

"As for the results of your exploration..."

Gavin paused slightly at this point.

The number of people in the camp increased rapidly, quickly surpassing the size of a medium-sized group of fifteen or sixteen people and approaching the size of a large group.

Even though Gavin essentially wants the camp to adopt a staff-based system, this will not work if there are no incentives for field operations.

While there are no problems now, there will definitely be problems in the future. If things go wrong, once the number of field personnel reaches dozens, the field personnel, who have no incentive system, will start to adopt the laissez-faire approach of the American police.

What is the daily work of many police officers in the United States like?
I clock in for work, drive around in a police car, grab some snacks from a few small shops, and stay in a safe place all day. Unless the central command calls me, I won't crave anything or do anything else.

After all, American police officers face too many dangers. The veterans who have been in the police force for a long time, especially those who have seen their comrades injured or killed, and who themselves have families, careers and children, are particularly vulnerable.

Many of them take pride in how many days they respond to calls and how long they don't fire their weapons...

When it comes to fieldwork, it's basically like, "Boss, you tell us to go out and explore, and we go out and explore. As for what we find, or where we end up, that's up to fate..."

Gavin couldn't possibly follow every explorer team. Even if they went out and just found a safe house to sleep in for half a day or a day before coming back, what could Gavin possibly do?

So, after a brief moment of thought, Gavin, combining a series of ideas he had considered before, spoke to the group of field staff.

"As for your exploration findings, let's do this: the findings of the field explorers will be divided into two categories for distribution."

"Essential food items like firewood, rice, oil, and salt all belong to the camp. Even if you manage to gather some ingredients and cook for yourselves, it won't taste as good as what our cook makes."

"As for special resources such as various tobacco and alcohol consumables and luxury goods, they are divided into three parts according to quantity: one part for the personnel, one part for me, and one part for the camp."

"If you have any questions, say so now. Otherwise, just do it this way. Does anyone have any objections?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin looked calmly at all the field team members.

This simple allocation scheme is the initial fieldwork allocation plan that Gavin decided to use as a transition.

Gavin believes that in this early stage of the apocalypse, the concept of money has been diluted to an extremely thin degree, but non-essential consumables still have their value.

For example, cigarettes and alcohol are the most basic special consumables.

Even if the camp implements a public ownership system, he cannot prevent team members from privately trading various special items. The camp's future concept of money will still rely on these gradually occurring internal transactions to be constantly adjusted as time goes on and the apocalypse progresses.

In addition, Gavin also considered that once different survival camps appear in various parts of the United States in the future, trading between different camps would probably be inevitable.

Of this, the portion belonging to the camp can be used for basic distribution, to improve the reward and punishment system, and to be traded with other camps.

Gavin's share, however, was what he intended to use to control the market prices of various commodities at any time.

Modern people aren't fools. If a few people suddenly appear who exploit the rules, the trading and economic system inside and outside the camp could be destroyed in an instant.

Therefore, Gavin had to have a hand in every kind of supply, to have a share, so that he could deal with any special situation.

At the same time, meeting Gavin's gaze, the field team members fell silent, most of them contemplating their gains and losses.

The closer the brothers are, the clearer the accounts should be. At this time, no fool would be so shameless as to declare that all their spoils belong to the camp.

After all, America doesn't have a tradition of selfless dedication, and even if they were to give away all their gains, Gavin wouldn't agree.

He also wants to use the explorers' finds to motivate them. If they can't put some of what they find into their own coffers, who would be willing to risk their lives to go out and explore?
While it's possible to sustain a passion for something for a while, it's not conducive to the overall development of the camp. The so-called fairness of complete equal distribution also easily breeds opportunists who take advantage of the situation. Such things will inevitably exist.

At this point, Gavin is happy to give everyone time to carefully consider their gains and losses, because the more they think about it now, the less likely they are to run into problems when they actually implement it.

After a moment of contemplation, Steve smiled at Gavin.

"Boss, isn't this just a variation of the pirate code? Besides, everyone in our camp lives in your house, so you should take more than you need. I have no problem with that."

"That's right, if you ask me, we don't have to take it. We can just ask you for anything we need, haha. Even if we give you a portion, it'll just end up back in our hands anyway~"

Eugene said to Gavin in a very casual manner.

After the two of them expressed their opinions, the others naturally had no objections. Besides, everyone present probably understood that the current distribution plan was only a temporary measure.

Once the number of people in the camp increases further, the allocation plan will definitely be adjusted, so this problem will soon be resolved.

And so, Eugene and his three companions turned and left, preparing to take action.

Gavin, seated at the table, continued speaking to the others in the camp.

“Those who have jobs can go now. The rest of you newcomers, come with me to the lobby.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin went to the hall, and Thomas, Hela, Jon, Kelvin, and Wells followed him inside.

Oh, right, Wells is a car mechanic...

And so, a moment later, the five of them sat on a sofa near Gavin, watching Gavin feed the crows raw meat.

Gavin then spoke to the crowd while feeding the large raven.

"Hela, Thomas, you two, I'm going to assign you directly to the logistics department. What do you think?"

"No problem, boss. I'm not suited for fighting. I have my ideals, and I'm very grateful to you and our camp for giving me the space to realize them!"

Hela immediately nodded to Gavin, who then nodded slightly in agreement.

And Thomas...

Meeting Gavin's gaze, he stood up solemnly, bowed to Gavin, and said softly.

"Your arrangements are my responsibility, sir."

"That's for the best."

Gavin nodded in return, and Thomas sat down again. Then, Gavin looked at the remaining three people.

Following Gavin's gaze, construction boss Jon grinned sheepishly and said...

"Boss Gavin, I might not be able to do fieldwork. I... well, I've always been in poor health and have diabetes, so it's really too much for me to fight. Can I... stay at home?"

"of course can."

Gavin nodded readily, and as he finished speaking, Martin had already come out of the room with his gun and crossbow.

He said to Gavin with a light laugh from afar.

"Boss, I'm so glad I can finally see you have a day off! Don't worry, we'll be right back!"

"No, sir, even when the master stays at home, he's not just resting. Please understand how hard he works."

Before Gavin could speak, Thomas smiled and responded to Martin's words.

Upon hearing this, Martin and Gavin were both slightly taken aback. Then, Martin responded to Thomas with amusement.

"My God, man, what kind of words are you using? You're making me think I'm back in the Middle Ages, or that I'm watching Game of Thrones?"

"Or did I accidentally wander onto the Batman set, and you, Thomas, accidentally got the script for Alfred the butler?"

At this point, Martin looked at Gavin with amusement and gave him a thumbs up.

“Of course, I admit that the boss is still a lot like Batman. They are both rich and generous, and very powerful, haha~” After saying that, Martin smiled lazily, and then waved to Gavin before Thomas could respond, and walked towards the garage.

Watching Martin's retreating figure, Thomas pursed his lips, then turned to Gavin and asked.

"Sir, you don't like being addressed like that either?"

"Uh……"

Gavin shrugged and laughed.

"If someone else called me that, I would definitely feel uncomfortable, but honestly, it sounds pretty good to me when you call me that~"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but laugh.

After all, everyone else in the camp was big and burly.

Whether it's the bear-like Steve, the giant Madison, or the short, red-haired Eugene.

The way they uttered terms like "master" and "young master" sounded and the visuals combined with the audio made it all seem incredibly absurd!
But Thomas was upright, elegant, spoke in a gentle tone, and behaved with propriety.

If someone calls you "Master" so seriously, then they probably really want to compete for the position of butler.

As for whether there is anyone in the current camp who can compete with him?
Well, at least for now, he's still far ahead on this track!
Hearing Gavin's laughter, Thomas nodded gracefully and smiled back.

“It is my honor that you have not been uncomfortable, sir.”

"Haha, okay, okay, I admit it still sounds a little awkward. Just call me by my name, Thomas~"

Gavin teased Thomas, then looked at Jon and the other two.

After being interrupted by Martin, the two remaining people thought for a moment, and then professional angler Kelvin couldn't help but speak up.

"Boss, I'd like to try out fieldwork!"

"Oh? Is that so? How's your marksmanship?"

Gavin immediately asked Kelvin, who confidently nodded, skillfully drew his revolver from his waist, twirled it a few times, and said.

"Trust me, boss, I often go fishing alone near some really great rivers and lakes in the wild."

"When I'm fishing, besides fishing, I always encounter all sorts of strange things that require the use of a gun."

"I've killed two bears, six or seven coyotes, more than twenty foxes, and two bastards who tried to rob and rape me. This was even reported by Dallas radio."

"Look, my marksmanship should be fine, but I only have one question, which is... when I'm on field missions, can I go fishing occasionally?"

"Ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but laugh. As he laughed, he clapped his hands and said...

"If you just like fishing, why not join the office? Old Feng needs a healthy teammate to accompany him on farm patrols for the time being."

"The work of the office staff takes up less time than that of the field staff. When you are on patrol, you can also stop by the river near the major intersections to fish. As long as it doesn't interfere with your work, I'm not as strict as you think."

After saying that, Gavin waved to Kelvin and then looked at the guy who knew how to repair cars.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, he silently pursed his lips and spoke in a very low voice.

"Boss, I... I'll just stay home. I can help you guys fix cars, and I know a bit about modifying cars too. Besides that, I also know bodywork, painting, welding, and things like that. After all, I've been repairing cars for... a full twenty-two years..."

At this point, Wells closed his eyes in anguish.

Gavin shook his head helplessly.

What kind of outcome can a middle-aged man like Wells expect from his family when he walks alone in the apocalypse?
All that's left is pain and regret.

Gavin waited for him patiently for a while. At the same time, Eugene and the others came out one after another, greeted Gavin, and then got into their cars and drove away in their War Shields.

Gavin suppressed his worries and glanced at the departing car from afar.

Noticing Gavin's gaze, Thomas took a deep breath and whispered to Gavin.

“Sir, you can’t possibly devote your energy to every task. It’s inevitable that everyone will have to take matters into their own hands in this apocalypse.”

"So please don't worry, I believe Mr. Eugene can handle most things, and they will return safely, every single time!"

"Ah."

Gavin nodded in response to Thomas's words of comfort, then raised his hand to his chin.

"Kelvin, you can go find Old Feng and have him take you to the armory to pack your equipment."

"Wells, the garage is yours. You need to take all the sports cars to the meadows around the manor and set them up as makeshift roadblocks. As for the sports car parts, you can take them as you like."

"Besides that, there are two other cars in the garage with damaged windshields. You can try to see if you can repair them, or you can replace the windshields with metal mesh or something similar. It's up to you to decide. Let me see the results when you're done."

"As for Jon..."

At this point, Gavin thought for a moment and realized that there wasn't much work at the camp that Jon could do alone.

It's a big job; he can't do it alone.

It's a small job; others can do it easily, so he doesn't need to do it specifically.

So he pointed to the restaurant and said.

"Jon, why don't you go help out in the kitchen?"

As the number of people in the camp increased, Doris was really struggling to keep up. Even though Lao Feng and Cao Xinyan could help out, Lao Feng had to patrol the farm and Cao Xinyan had to take care of her child, so they couldn't help very thoroughly.

In this situation, Doris really needs a team of chefs, or at least one or two proper kitchen helpers, to cook better for everyone.

Upon hearing Gavin's instructions, Jon nodded readily.

"No problem, boss!"

Although he was only assigned to help in the kitchen, Jon had no complaints.

Someone like him, who has been a boss, understands his role in the team all too well.

He simply couldn't be like Thomas, who could simply bow down and worship based on his own hobbies as a butler.

Therefore, he knew that he could only gain Gavin's trust by continuously completing the tasks assigned to him.

As for what he could actually do, he felt that he could still help Gavin with some management ideas.

He was confident he could offer advice when Gavin wanted to build bunkers and protective measures.

With that, the three of them turned and went about their own business.

Hela looked at Gavin expectantly.

Facing Hela's expectant gaze, Gavin took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and said.

“Hela, even if you want to teach children, you should at least prepare your lessons first. So, you are in charge of the library. You need to organize the books in the library at least once, especially distinguishing between different types of professional books.”

"Okay, boss!"

Hela nodded in agreement, then turned and went to find the library.

Seeing that his sister had gotten the job she wanted, Thomas chuckled on behalf of his foolish sister, then turned to Gavin and spoke to him.

“Sir, there are many things I can do, especially since I can use the botanical garden to do a lot of things, including hydroponic vegetables and seed cultivation, etc.”

"Most of the seeds sold on the market have compromised on their genetics in order to maximize the emphasis on the current harvest."

"If we rely solely on the crops harvested each season for seed saving without engaging in professional crossbreeding, the seed yield will likely be pitifully small after only a few seasons."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly.

“You’re right, Thomas. Before the apocalypse, my farm employed breeders, but obviously, the apocalypse took too many lives, and my breeders turned into zombies. Who knows where they’ve gone.”

"This work can only be left to you. Thank you for your hard work, Thomas."

Gavin stood up, offered Thomas a cigarette, and Thomas carefully put the cigarette into his shirt pocket while taking out a lighter to light it for Gavin, and continued speaking.

"In addition, sir, I have just given it a quick assessment and I think you might be able to use a task-based system to manage the logistics of your camp."

"What you are using now is the most basic allocation system. Although this system is effective, it is not as efficient as the task-based system."

"You can post daily or recent tasks that require logistical support on the task board, and the logistics staff can proactively select projects that they are confident they can complete."

"As for the reward mechanism for each task, that's easy to arrange, isn't it? Whether it's luxury goods and consumables found during fieldwork, or handicrafts and works of art."

“Those are all likely to be sought after and needed by logistics personnel.”

"Therefore, it would be better to allow the logistics personnel who complete each logistical task to submit one or more special material requests."

"When field personnel are carrying out exploration work, they can also treat the projects applied for by logistics personnel as temporary task objectives to conduct targeted searches."

"In this way, the team's supplies will be replenished in more diverse ways, because what you think everyone needs may not necessarily be what everyone wants, while what everyone suggests may be something you may not have noticed, but everyone definitely needs!"

"In this way, you and your camp, who will also receive a share of supplies, will be needed even more by every member who has a need, and the importance of you and your camp will be emphasized as you are increasingly needed!"

At this point, Thomas gave Gavin a blatant look.

He doesn't shy away from speaking such realistic words because he used to really enjoy aristocratic games, and the current environment has given him hope that aristocratic games can truly be realized!
After all, there are no donkey parties or elephant parties in the apocalypse.

In Thomas's eyes at this moment, Gavin was no different from an emperor. Although the camp was small now, its development potential was obvious. At least no other camp had emerged in the central Texas region, right?
Therefore, in Thomas's eyes, Gavin was at least a future warlord, and he was happy to position himself as Gavin's closest butler in such an environment in order to pursue his own life values ​​and power attributes.

Although he had only been in contact with Gavin for a few hours, so what? Thomas knew very well that, apart from Steve and Madison, the other members of the camp had only been in contact with Gavin for a maximum of seven days.

There's still plenty of time!
Therefore, Thomas continued to speak boldly to Gavin.

“Sir, you can’t take on all the coordination work yourself, because you are more like the rope that holds everyone together.”

"And all you need to do is manage everyone's work and minimize your own workload to maintain your condition, that's the key."

"As for everything else, the camp will operate and function on its own as the number of people increases, as long as you, as the core leader, are still there, and the camp's rules and regulations are constantly being introduced and implemented within a reasonable scope."

"You don't need to put in too much effort at all; the camp can expand and improve itself within the rules!"

At this point, Thomas gave a gentle smile.

Gavin nodded knowingly and smiled.

“Your suggestion is good, buddy. The future camp will probably operate like you said, but not yet. It’s not time for me to rest yet.”

Gavin raised his hand and put the hat on his head.

He knew Thomas was right.

If he had always handled every little task in the camp himself, like he is doing today, assigning individual tasks to each member of the camp.

Even if it were him, it wouldn't be long before he would be overwhelmed by the heavy management workload.

But now is the initial stage of the camp. At this stage, Gavin wants to emphasize his responsibilities and rights in every aspect as much as possible, so as to improve his management foundation, that is, his existence and necessity.

Once the number of people increases and the camp becomes larger, with ongoing and stable large-scale work such as planting and building fortifications taking place, then the work can be officially carried out.

Gavin could then delegate authority to relieve some of his stress.

Thinking of this, Gavin raised his hand and patted Thomas on the shoulder, laughing.

"In short, you'll have to work hard in the future, Thomas. Since you like the job of a butler, you should also think like a butler."

"There aren't many people in the camp right now, and there can't be too many agricultural activities. You can use your energy to think about the kind of problems we just discussed. I look forward to you filling in any gaps in my knowledge."

"However, those tasks don't necessarily have to start today. You should rest as much as possible first, and it's not too late to get busy after you've rested."

After saying that, Gavin escorted Thomas back to his room, while he himself took a stroll around the camp, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Who would have thought that he hadn't seen the campsite in the morning for several days?

Although it was only a few days, the various dangerous experiences interspersed within made those days seem much longer.

As a result, when he strolled around the camp, he felt a sense of loss and change in many things.

And so, he took the dog and the crow and walked around the manor for a long time, and then went outside the manor for a stroll.

After saying goodbye to Lao Feng, who had begun his patrol, Kelvin, Lao Feng was reminded to keep an eye on Kelvin.

Then I helped Sariel milk the cows for about ten minutes and exchanged a few pleasantries with her.

Then, he took the information Thomas had written down the night before about the Bloodseekers and went to the broadcasting room that old Bert was in charge of.

Old Bert had only exchanged a few words with the astronauts when he saw Gavin approaching. He smiled and handed Gavin a glass of whiskey, saying...

"How about it, Gavin? My old man's broadcast was very effective, wasn't it? The camp population has increased significantly, haha~"

"Of course, old Bert, your voice is so charming. Perhaps you were meant to be a broadcaster; you've missed out on half your life."

Gavin joked and casually handed over the information about the Bloodseekers to old Bert.

Old Bert picked up the intelligence report, glanced at it, and said to Gavin.

"The astronauts are in pretty good condition. Apart from being a little excited lately, the others are tired but relatively calm."

“We’re not NASA employees. Even though NASA’s rocket launch site is in Houston, we can’t help them even if we get there. So all I can do is keep an eye on their mental state.”

"This is not my job. If Joanna were still alive, I would wish she could have chatted with the astronauts with her big breasts and her incredibly sexy voice that was made all the more sexy by them."

"Then I guarantee that after the astronauts fall in love with Joanna through a few voice chats, they'll be so happy they won't want to get back to Earth anytime soon."

"It's a pity... alas... forgive me, kid, time has made me weak too. I used to dislike being so sentimental."

At this point, old Bert clinked glasses with Gavin, and the two of them took a sip of their drinks.

Gavin put down his glass, patted old Bert on the shoulder, pointed to his own head, and said.

"Stop joking, old Bert. The reason we're called tough guys isn't because we don't have weak emotions, it's just that we reject those emotions."

"But even tough guys have the right to choose to be weak. As long as we don't let weakness control us, that's enough!"

After saying this, Gavin waited silently for old Bert to review the Bloodseekers' information.

After a brief glance, old Bert turned to Gavin with suspicion and asked.

"Did you write this? Has your writing improved that much? Your handwriting has even become cursive? Or is it a German-style aristocratic cursive mixed with French style?"

“You have a sharp eye, old man, these were all written by Thomas.”

Gavin immediately explained to old Bert.

"Before the apocalypse, ever since I made a fortune, you always wanted me to find an excellent butler, right? Well, now that the apocalypse is here, the butler has come to our door on his own."

"Really?" Old Bert was slightly taken aback. "Are you sure he can be trusted?"

“If I don’t give him a certain amount of trust, then I’ll never be sure if he’s trustworthy or not, old man.”

Gavin patted old Bert on the shoulder and replied.

Upon hearing this, old Bert nodded knowingly, then pointed to the words on the paper and continued to ask Gavin.

"Alright, having a butler is a good thing. As long as he is trustworthy, I trust your judgment in this regard."

"However, the biggest gain last night wasn't a butler, but the records about the Bloodseeker. Damn it, if a Bloodseeker finds our manor, and he isn't killed by our sentries, he'll bring at least an unknown number of zombies to our manor!"

At this point, old Bert couldn't help but grit his teeth and ask.

"This thing is absolutely damnable, Gavin. Do you have any good plans?"

"A good plan?"

Gavin didn't hide his expression from old Bert; instead, he shook his head helplessly and gave a wry smile.

"I can't kill every Bloodseeker in the world, and I can't guarantee that every shift of our sentry posts will be able to spot every approaching Bloodseeker and deal with them in time."

"So there are only a few things I can do."

"On the one hand, I want to build more observation posts, near the roads on both sides of the manor, one every five to eight kilometers, to expand our field of vision."

"On the one hand, I also want to build fortifications. No, with the walls and glass of the manor, what we need is not fortifications, but concealment!"

"For example, we can plant trees around the manor to create a barrier, and cover the walls of the manor with green netting or moss to make the manor as hidden as possible, so that we look more ordinary in the eyes of blood seekers."

"Besides that, I am also considering several escape routes for us. If it is only a few thousand or tens of thousands of zombies attacking, I am confident that they will not be able to break through the manor's defenses."

"But if there are tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of zombies, I'm worried that the overall structure of the manor might be damaged just from them jumping around on our upper floors."

"Therefore, the plan for a backup camp is imperative, and the Indian prison is one of my options."

“Besides the prison, I also plan to select some other relatively large farms hundreds of kilometers away in other directions as backup bases.”

"Of course, there are also places with large supermarkets like Walmart. Their warehouses are also good options. They are very large and naturally have a considerable amount of supplies. At least canned food will not be lacking."

“Hey, old Bert, we have so much to do, but each one requires manpower.”

“Each observation post shift must have at least two people, and they must all be able-bodied office staff who take turns staying on duty. Constructing hidden fortifications also requires sufficient manpower. Our manor is too big, and the workload of any kind of work will be particularly huge.”

"We are still severely understaffed, really severely understaffed!"

(End of this chapter)