Doomsday America

Chapter 145 Conflicts and the Holy Son (10k)

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but look at the radio station in front of him.

Clearly, he was preoccupied with the shortage of manpower and was now hoping that the radio broadcast would continue.

Noticing Gavin's gaze, old Bert smiled knowingly and then gently patted Gavin on the shoulder.

“You’re short-handed, huh? Well, that’s when this old fellow will step in. Old Bert Radio, keep broadcasting. This time, we have another dangerous bloodsucker to tell our story.”

"But speaking of which, Gavin, this old man can manage to talk all day occasionally, but if I keep talking like this, my throat won't be able to take it. You'd better arrange for someone to cover for me occasionally."

Old Bert is not one to show weakness; if he says he can't hold on, then he really can't hold on.

Come to think of it, that makes sense. Who would sit in front of the radio all day broadcasting? Eight hours a day is pretty much the limit.

Gavin nodded in understanding, then put his arm around old Bert's shoulder and said...

"Don't worry, old buddy, I'll take over for a bit after I've been wandering around the house for a while. As for the afternoon, I'll have Bella come over to relieve you. What do you think?"

"Haha, of course!"

Old Bert nodded in satisfaction.

“Bella is definitely more suitable than me, and the astronauts would certainly be more excited about her voice!”

"Or we could have Winnie do it, haha, the astronauts really enjoy teaching Winnie, especially when she can't answer a question!"

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert laughed and turned on the radio, then continued today's broadcast from Camp Gavin.

Seeing that old Bert had gotten into work mode, Gavin pursed his lips, then quietly left the broadcasting room, leaving old Bert alone.

As he walked out of the broadcasting room, he happened to see Nikita walking from the second floor to the third floor. When she saw Gavin, she stopped and simply stood on the stairs to wait for Gavin to approach.

Gavin came to Nikita's side, casually grabbed her paw, and led her downstairs while asking her questions.

"What, you came to the third floor to find me? What's up, little girl?"

"Of course I have something to do, sir, because I don't have any missions today!"

Nikita answered, biting her lip.

Upon hearing this, Gavin gently rubbed his little paws together and smiled at Nikita.

"Isn't it good to have no tasks? Don't always think about assigning yourself tasks and work. It's necessary to take a break occasionally."

"But the feeling of wasting time makes me feel like my life is being squandered, sir!"

Nikita gave Gavin a somewhat awkward reply.

Although it feels good to have some free time occasionally, given her personality, she gets anxious as soon as there's nothing for her to pay attention to.

Even when she needs to rest, she must receive a clear order to rest in order to be able to rest properly.

Gavin understood Nikita's personality, so he pulled her towards the kitchen.

Gavin chuckled as he walked.

"Feeling like your life is being wasted is a good reason to be busy. In that case, come with me to the kitchen and let's teach Cao Xinyan to speak some English."

"The language barrier is still a problem. At the very least, we need to make sure she can read and write. I just sent Jon to help in the kitchen, so Cao Xinyan should have some time to study."

"Oh?"

Gavin's words startled Nikita slightly. She smiled mischievously, then gently shook Gavin's hand and said to him with a smile.

"Sir, I thought you wanted to continue playing the game despite the language barrier. It seems you're planning to explain to them that you speak Chinese."

"Haha, I'd like to let the game continue a little longer. After all, the longer the game goes on, the more interesting the revelation will be."

Gavin also gave Nikita a mischievous look, and then he said to Nikita with a grin.

"Unfortunately, this little secret has already been revealed. Thomas is probably a true fan of mine. He even knows my college major and said it to Lao Feng's face."

"I admit I was really looking forward to Lao Feng's expression at that time, but even with that anticipation, the little game was no longer playable."

"I'm afraid I'll never hear the husband-and-wife crosstalk duo from the three northeastern provinces again."

At this point, Gavin couldn't stop laughing, and Nikita joined in with giggles.

The two of them walked to the kitchen while laughing.

When they arrived, there were five people in the kitchen.

Doris, Winnie, Cao Xinyan and her son, and Jon, who was full of discomfort and incompetence but still worked hard and always had a smile on his face for Doris.

Upon noticing Gavin and his companion's arrival, everyone's attention immediately focused on Gavin.

When they saw Gavin and Nikita holding hands, everyone's expressions immediately became quite interesting.

Doris gave Nikita a small encouraging look, and Cao Xinyan instinctively pursed her lips, revealing a half-auntie smile.

As for why it's only half, it's because she didn't act as matchmaker for this relationship, leaving her with no sense of participation, so of course she couldn't laugh to her heart's content.

However, while everyone was smiling, Winnie was undoubtedly seething with jealousy.

At this moment, Winnie was certain that the person she hated most was Nikita!
How can someone spend half their life learning from Gavin's views on love?!
Clean, beautiful, and intelligent—she's definitely a good fit for me!
But compared to Nikita, I'm still too young. I knew Gavin much earlier, but I... I'm the one who's lagging behind. How frustrating!
Thinking this, Winnie put down the carrot unhappily, too lazy to even greet Gavin and the other person, and left the kitchen sullenly.

However, before leaving, as she reached the door, she suddenly realized that she shouldn't have been so weak!

So she turned back angrily, punched Gavin's arm hard, and then looked at Nikita defiantly.

And Nikita...

Meeting Winnie's provocative gaze, she tilted her head and then smiled.

She didn't care about Winnie's provocations at all; besides, in the apocalypse, she wasn't sure how long she would survive.

If I encounter any unexpected events during field operations, Winnie can help take care of Commander Gavin.

If something were to really happen to him, his superior would remain strong as always, but that strength would ultimately just be a way of hiding his sadness.

Besides, I'm a college student. How could I compare myself to a little kid? It's just playing with children, how boring!

With this thought in mind, Nikita simply met Winnie's defiant gaze and hugged Winnie from behind.

While Winnie was stunned, Doris, not far away, couldn't help but put down her cheese and giggle, covering her mouth.

"They really do look like a family, haha. My Winnie looks like the eldest and Nikita's child. It's so heartwarming~"

As she spoke, Doris laughed even harder, while Jon nodded in agreement.

Seeing Doris's knowing smile, Cao Xinyan, not far away, could barely maintain her composure.

Did she read that correctly?
She must not be mistaken, right?
Is that child a little precocious?
Thinking of this, Cao Xinyan couldn't help but complain.

"Are all Americans this precocious? Good heavens!"

"Ahem, Miss Cao, don't talk nonsense about precociousness!"

Gavin immediately replied to Cao Xinyan.

Upon hearing this, Cao Xinyan instinctively pursed her lips and replied with a sarcastic remark, turning her head to the side.

"Village chief, what are you pretending for? I don't believe you can't see that the kid's admiration isn't just admiration, it's infatuation! That kid's heart is practically overflowing from his eyes...wait, village chief, you can talk now!!!"

At that moment, Cao Xinyan stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

Gavin shook his head with amusement at Cao Xinyan's words.

What do you mean the village chief spoke? Can't you speak yourself?

Moreover, do these two really like calling themselves village chief?
That's what Lao Feng calls him behind his back too!
Thinking of this, Gavin immediately grinned mischievously. He released Winnie and tossed the sulking little girl into Nikita's arms.

While Winnie struggled unwillingly in Nikita's arms, Gavin grinned wickedly and said to Cao Xinyan.

"Xiao Cao, didn't your husband tell you that I can speak Chinese? I thought he would tell you."

"What? You speak Chinese! And Lao Feng knows you speak Chinese?"

At that moment, Cao Xinyan was completely bewildered, and along with that bewilderment came a little bit of annoyance.

Damn it, Lao Feng, you're definitely trying to make a fool of me!

On that impulse, she decided to use some tricks on Lao Feng that night.

It's decided then and there. I'll put the kids to bed early tonight!
With her decision to deal with Lao Feng firmly in mind, Cao Xinyan, upon discovering that Gavin could actually speak Chinese, became several degrees more docile.

She shyly carried the child to Gavin and nervously whispered something to him.

"Boss, why didn't you say you could speak Chinese earlier?"

"Why didn't you say that sooner?" Gavin couldn't help but laugh.

This tastes just right!
He replied to Cao Xinyan with a mischievous grin.

"If I had told you earlier, I would never have heard such interesting things. You two are performing a comedy routine with me, both supporting and making fun of each other. Why don't you two become celebrities?"

"Fuck..."

Gavin's incredibly fluent Chinese caused Xiao Cao to fall right into the mud, so she took an awkward breath and patted the child's back with a wry smile.

These foreigners are so incredibly boring!
Why are you chatting like this? It's making everyone else speechless!
Seeing Xiao Cao standing there awkwardly and at a loss, Gavin shook his head regretfully.

Clearly, even though he spoke with a native accent from Northeast China, his current appearance still wouldn't make Xiao Cao treat him as a fellow townsman.

Gavin believed that if he were truly from Northeast China, Cao Xinyan would be very talkative by now.

Instead of feeling awkward and lost like this, sigh...

Thinking this, Gavin couldn't help but shake his head, then said to Cao Xinyan.

“Xiao Cao, I plan to take some time to teach you English. It’s too inconvenient for you to stay in the camp because you don’t speak the language.”

"Of course! Hey boss, it's so much better now that you can speak Chinese. Before, when you weren't talking, I didn't know who to chat with after Lao Feng left, my goodness!"

Xiao Cao finally showed a happy expression. It was only after the embarrassment faded that she suddenly realized that she now had someone to talk to!

However, after thinking about it, Xiao Cao shook his head regretfully.

Although the village chief can speak Chinese, he's not usually home. Today is a special case.

Therefore, I need to learn English quickly!

Old Feng, it looks like I'll have to keep you occupied for a while tonight!
With the idea of ​​putting her husband through the wringer in mind, Xiao Cao revealed a determined look in her eyes.

Noticing Xiao Cao's expression, Gavin nodded in satisfaction and then wanted to take Xiao Cao to the library.

There is an English-Chinese dictionary there, and teacher Hela can offer advice to Xiao Cao on his learning journey.

Just as Gavin was thinking this, a sentence suddenly came through the walkie-talkie.

"Gavin, come quick to the broadcasting room, there's an unexpected surprise!"

"Received, I'll be right there!"

Upon hearing Old Bert's words, Gavin left the kitchen without hesitation and rushed into the broadcasting room with Nikita.

The moment Gavin entered the broadcasting room, he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the radio station!
Although Gavin wasn't entirely familiar with the astronauts' voices, he assured them that the astronauts' speech didn't contain nearly as many profanities!
Because the sound he heard was...

"Fuck, this is fucking shit, this damn world is completely finished, completely finished!"

"There are only three of us, and we're still flying in the air. Screw it, we've only landed a dozen times in the last few days, and each time we just refuel. We don't dare stay on the ground for too long; there are zombies everywhere, in every city!"

"It's so fucking great to hear from you guys, you son of a bitch, all the three of us want is a hot burger!"

"Are you telling the truth? You really have a survivor camp there, or is it run by Gavin from the cowboys?"

"If so, haha, we're near Oklahoma right now, we'll be there in a few hours. You guys are at Lake Richards, right? Screw it, we're coming right now, we're coming right away!"

Hearing this, old Bert noticed Gavin had arrived, so he quickly turned on the radio and spoke to the person on the other end.

"Wait, guys, Gavin's here. You can talk to him!"

"Wuhu! To hell with big stars! I love big stars, haha~"

A string of profanities immediately came through the walkie-talkie, and old Bert took the opportunity to turn around and quickly explain to Gavin.

“Gavin, the other party claims to be an air force personnel from Sheppard Air Force Base. There are three of them, and they are using military radios from Apache helicopters to contact us.”

"Ok."

Old Bert's introduction was brief, and Gavin's response was equally quick. He immediately sat down at the broadcasting station, turned on the radio, and spoke.

"Hello, I'm Gavin, Gavin King!"

"Aha, the big star is talking to us, guys!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, the voice on the other end of the radio became noticeably more excited, and continued speaking.

“I’m Richard Webber, Air Force Captain, and these two are William Brown and Joseph George. We have three of us, star guys. Can your camp add three more sets of cutlery?”

"Sure, no problem, guys. Where are you guys right now?"

Gavin spoke quickly.

Upon hearing this, the radio remained silent for a brief moment before a voice continued speaking.

“I just checked, we are above Oklahoma City, roughly where Norman is, about 2.4 kilometers above the ground.”

"Damn, it's so good to hear your voices. We just took a detour through Missouri and stopped at a quiet private airport to refuel, but we're almost out of ammo."

"Your voices just happened to appear! Damn it, thank goodness I checked the signal, or we would have missed you!"

"You're near Lake Richards, right? That's fantastic! I love the hills and plains of central Texas. You must have lots of beef there!"

"Damn it, we're not asking for much, just some whiskey and vodka would be perfect!"

At this point, the voice on the other end of the radio stopped, clearly waiting for Gavin to speak.

Gavin then quickly spoke up.

"Guys, you can't be too picky, because the rich people of this world have all disappeared, but there are still too many good wines left in the world that were only for the rich, waiting for us to drink!"

"Don't try to satisfy yourselves with ordinary vodka and whiskey; we know we need the finest spirits!"

"How much longer until you get to the farm? I'm starting to look forward to your arrival, guys!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin looked expectantly at the radio.

A moment later, a voice came over the radio.

"It won't be long, big star. We're only about 450 kilometers away from you. In two hours at most, we'll be right above you!"

"But buddy, you have to swear you won't greet us with an RPG. If you do, I'll have to give you a Hellfire!"

"Hey!"

Hearing the pilot's protest, Gavin smiled and shook his head in response.

"Don't fucking mention Hellfire to me, and I won't be using an RPG, OK?"

"No problem, buddy, wait for us, we'll be there soon!"

At this point, the pilots ended the call, and Gavin put down the communicator, smiling as he patted old Bert on the shoulder.

"Look, old buddy, we were just talking about being short-handed, and here come three of them, and they're even from the Air Force!"

“Yes, Air Force!” Old Bert nodded with a smile, then grabbed Gavin’s hand tightly and said loudly.

"If those Air Force bastards really come, we'll have a chance to get a large number of armed helicopters, and who knows, maybe even fighter jets, damn it!"

"Sheppard Military Base is located in Wichita Falls, which is about 80 kilometers northwest of Dallas."

"If that's really the case, then their claim that they're near Oklahoma doesn't sound like a lie, since it's only about 140 kilometers from Oklahoma City!"

Old Bert pondered for a moment before explaining to Gavin, who nodded in agreement.

Before the apocalypse, Gavin didn't have a very strong impression of maps; who would bother memorizing a national map?

However, in the last few nights, Gavin consciously memorized the various locations on the map, and when old Bert mentioned Wichlet Falls, he also thought of that location.

So Gavin nodded and said to old Bert.

“That’s right, Sheppard Air Force Base in Wichita Falls has helicopter operations covering the entire northwest of Texas and the whole of Oklahoma City.”

"Their location and their status are a good match, and it doesn't sound like a problem. Once they arrive, the planes I have parked at the airport will come in very handy!"

"However, I still hope that at least one of them is a fighter pilot. That way, someone might be able to fly my Gulfstream G650!"

"If we can get that behemoth moving, our operational range will expand dramatically. The Gulfstream G650 can even fly to Iceland and the Arctic, we..."

"Boss!"

Before Gavin could finish speaking, Madison's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and Madison shouted to Gavin.

"A Hummer is coming from the direction of the resort area, and there are at least two people in it!"

"Roger that!"

Gavin nodded hurriedly, then patted old Bert on the shoulder before striding out of the broadcasting room.

Nikita followed closely behind Gavin, and the two walked towards the hall.

At the same time, Thomas, carrying two guns, walked towards Gavin and asked him a question.

“Sir, perhaps you will need an assistant to ensure your safety when receiving survivors.”

"That's great! Let's go see the new survivors."

Gavin waved to Thomas, and the three of them walked out of the hall and stood at the old manor's stone gate and sign, watching the Hummer approach them from afar.

Under the gaze of Gavin and his two companions, the Hummer stopped about thirty meters in front of them.

Noticing the distance, Thomas unconsciously frowned, then reached out and grabbed Nikita's arm, hiding her behind the stone gate so that she wouldn't be completely exposed.

Gavin glanced at Thomas's actions out of the corner of his eye, nodded slightly, and then stared intently at the Hummer that had opened its door.

Right in Gavin's sight, both front doors of the Hummer opened, and the people inside got out.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had his blond hair combed meticulously, and it was obvious that he had used hair wax. Even his beard was neatly trimmed, and the shape of his beard was similar to that of Iron Man.

But Gavin's gaze fell on the man's eyes in an instant.

Especially with his Iron Man-style beard, his gloomy eyes, so different from those of righteous heroes like Iron Man, stand out even more!

As for the person who got out of the passenger seat, well, this guy's appearance is even more outrageous than Arturo's.

Arturo, the bald, tattooed man, already looked fierce enough, but the guy who got out of the passenger seat not only had a face full of fat, but also a flame-shaped scar pattern on his face!

Gavin could clearly see that the flame pattern was definitely not an accidental injury; it was the result of the man deliberately cutting himself with a knife. It was a mark far more vicious than a tattoo, but he didn't know which gang this mark belonged to!
Or perhaps... something even more terrifying than gangsters!

Thinking of this, Gavin put his right hand on his waist, smiled and took two steps forward, while turning his gaze back to the slick-back-haired man.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, the slick-haired man chuckled and strode towards Gavin, nodding to Thomas and Nikita from a distance as he walked.

Then, Gavin and he finally came face to face. He extended his right hand and smiled elegantly at Gavin.

"Hello, the renowned King Garvin, the Texas sports champion, I'm George Royce, nice to meet you!"

"Hello, George, welcome!"

Although Gavin was wary of the two men, he couldn't refuse someone who was smiling, so he reached out and shook hands with them.

After releasing George, Gavin turned to the scarred man and continued to ask with a smile.

"And you, buddy, what's your name?"

"Ah, a big star actually came to ask my name. Thank God for His blessing. The calamity He sent has brought those who were high and mighty back to the same level as the common people. This is a different kind of blessing!"

"I'm excited," the scarred man said, then strode over to Gavin.

He extended his right hand and continued speaking to Gavin.

“I am José Lucia K. Bonaparte, you can just call me José, my future Holy Son!”

"Son?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin grew increasingly impatient, but he still grabbed Jose's hand.

As they shook hands, Gavin continued speaking.

“I am unworthy of the title of Holy Son, buddy. Such a title should not belong to a mortal!”

"No, no, Your Majesty, your Father has already draped a blessing upon your shoulders; it is the cloak of destiny, and even more so, the Father's affection!"

As Jose spoke, he glanced warily at the raven on Gavin's shoulder.

Before he arrived, he never expected that Gavin would have such a lively crow.

When the crow perched on Gavin's shoulder, it seemed to put considerable pressure on him, as if it were a second head!

Noticing Jose's wary gaze, George, with his hair slicked back, couldn't help but frown.

He never expected that Gavin actually possessed something extraordinary!

Then he coughed loudly.

Upon hearing his cough, Jose paused slightly. Then, Jose pursed his lips, making himself appear even more menacing, and unconsciously tightened his grip on Gavin's right hand!
Feeling the strength coming from his hand, Gavin finally couldn't help but laugh.

He laughed as he slightly increased his strength, and in just a moment Jose let out a startled scream!

But just as Jose screamed, Madison's voice suddenly came through Gavin's walkie-talkie.

"Boss, another car is coming from the direction of the resort area. This time it's a Koenigsegg, and it's going very fast...!"

brush!
Suddenly, George drew his gun!
boom!
Behind Gavin, a gunshot rang out, and Nikita, clutching her shotgun, walked menacingly toward George, who had been blasted away.

George gushed blood from his chest, but even so, he still aimed his gun at Gavin.

Seeing this, Nikita stepped on George's right wrist, pointed her gun at George's head, and asked.

Why did you attack your superior?!

"Ahhh, yeah, Fuck, why the hell did you attack the Holy Son? Didn't you say the Holy Son... Ahhh, go easy on the Holy Son! Didn't you say the Holy Son was the one who would lead us out of the apocalypse? Ahhh, damn it, that hurts! Holy Son, go easy on me!"

As Nikita shot and killed George, Gavin also increased his strength without hesitation, gripping Jose's cracking hand bones and dragging him to his knees.

As for George, having taken a shotgun buckshot to the chest, he was completely unable to answer Nikita's question.

This isn't a movie where people can still give their last words even after being shot multiple times.

If it were a low-powered pistol, it might be possible to take him down, but against a high-powered shotgun, one shot and George would be completely limp, with no strength left to reply.

Looking at George's barely breathing condition, and then at his mouth constantly oozing blood, I could see the signs of his condition.

Thomas calmly approached Nikita, drew his pistol, and spoke softly to her.

“Miss, there’s no need to ask why, nor to torment life. Just let me send him away from this world.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas crouched down, pressed his left hand against George's eyes, and then pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

George's mouth frothed even more, but even so, he could only groan and not utter a word. After waiting three seconds and confirming that there was no result, Thomas fired.

boom!
With one shot, George's skull was blown off, while Thomas's shot went slightly astray.

Gavin then lifted Jose up, grabbed his arms and smashed them off. After breaking both arms, Gavin ignored Jose's screams and pulled out Jose's pistol.

After making sure the pistol was on safety, Gavin tossed it to Thomas, who was approaching.

As Thomas took the pistol, he looked at the scars on José's face and said...

“Sir, he must be a henchman of the Church of God’s Holy Fire. I’ve seen this church proselytizing in Dallas.”

"Yes, I know them. Their pope organized a sports party last year and invited me, but I don't think he was qualified to invite me!"

Gavin nodded slightly and casually tossed José to the ground.

“Nikita, keep an eye on him. Thomas, come with me to see that Koenigsegg!”

While Gavin was speaking, they could already hear the sound of engines coming from afar.

Clearly, the Koenigsegg is much faster than the Hummer.

Nikita moved closer, stepped on José's dislocated hands, and simultaneously pointed the gun at José's forehead.

Gavin and Thomas also came to the front of the Hummer, standing behind the engine, watching the Koenigsegg approaching rapidly from afar.

Right before their eyes, the Koenigsegg drew a stunning arc in front of them, drifting and swerving gracefully, stopping less than ten meters away from them.

Then, a young Asian man carrying a heavy backpack jumped off the bus.

The young man looked to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with short black hair and black-rimmed glasses. He was about 1.8 meters tall.

He was wearing a black leather jacket, which was taut, with several layers of hard leather sewn onto the elbows and other areas.

Upon seeing Gavin, the short-haired Asian young man spoke to Gavin in a steady and concise manner.

“Gavin, this is Li Qing, your fan. I received your broadcast, but on my way here, I was intercepted by the Holy Fire Cult. They are blocking the bridge across the lake in the center of the resort!”

"The shell craters on my vehicle are proof. Luckily, I was fortunate they didn't hit me, you guys..."

At this point, Li Qing couldn't help but stop talking, and then looked towards the distant corpses and the wailing Jose.

Noticing Li Qing's gaze, Thomas gently nudged Gavin's elbow and whispered.

“Sir, I know him, but I’m not sure if he’s a cult member, since he’s Asian.”

"understood."

Gavin nodded; he understood what Thomas meant.

Because in the United States, Asians, especially Chinese, are particularly susceptible to being misled by cults, and there are a considerable number of Asians in every cult.

Li Qing's appearance made it far too easy for him to be suspected of being a member of the Holy Fire Cult, and who knows if what he said was true.

What if it's a trap? What if Li Qing is also a member of a cult? What if the place Li Qing mentioned is actually the burial ground prepared for Gavin?
Based on the brief exchange between George and Jose, Gavin had already deduced that the Church of God's Holy Fire clearly wanted to use its influence to continue recruiting for them.

It's ridiculous that they claim to be their holy sons without their consent.

And Li Qing...

Just as Gavin was pondering, Li Qing also saw Thomas, and he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, then said to Thomas with surprise.

“Wait…you are…Thomas from the Austin campus? Didn’t we meet at the University of Texas’s biocontrol conference on western cotton last year?”

“That’s right, Li Qing. I remember you. You’re an alumnus of the University of Texas at Dallas. I recall you majored in the application of genetically modified fungi in biopharmaceutical fermentation engineering, right?”

Thomas nodded, then straightened up and strode toward Li Qing.

As he walked, he put his left hand behind his back and made a gesture to Gavin to stop him.

However, Gavin didn't listen to Thomas. He couldn't let Thomas pave the way for him, so Gavin simply stepped out of the Hummer's cover and strode up to Li Qing.

As is widely known, the best university in Texas is the University of Texas, a public university with fifteen campuses, including eight branch campuses and seven medical centers.

It includes more than 20 Nobel laureates and a total of 113 members of the U.S. National Academy of Sciences.

Moreover, this number is constantly increasing. For example, in 1996, the University of Texas established the University of Texas Dallas School of Business in Dallas.

Undoubtedly, the vast majority of outstanding students in Texas are graduates of the University of Texas, and the public style of the University of Texas, like the Lone Star Republic of Texas, is out of step with the overall style of private colleges in the United States, led by the Ivy League.

At the same time, Li Qing had already put down his pistol and reached out to shake hands with Thomas.

After a brief handshake, Li Qing tentatively looked at Nikita in the distance and asked a question.

"Thomas, have you been approached by the Holy Fire Cult?"

“Of course, Lee, my master is the most famous man in America, and I bet every cult would want to recruit him into their ranks!”

Thomas replied to Li Qing with a terrible expression.

Upon hearing this, Li Qing nodded with a wry smile and continued.

“I can understand. After all, those damn cults won’t miss any opportunity that could expand their influence. But that’s not the most important thing right now. What’s more important is the cult members blocking the Richard’s Lake Bridge. I’ve seen at least two of them get caught!”

"Really? How many of them do they have?"

Gavin asked Li Qing a question, then walked up to Li Qing and extended his hand to her.

Looking at Gavin's hand, Li Qing shook it without hesitation and replied.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Gavin. On the first night of the zombie outbreak, I wondered if you would become a zombie. If you did, you would definitely become the strongest zombie king."

"And now, I'm so glad that you're not only on the side of the living, but also on the side of good people and normal people!"

“Not long ago, I drove across the bridge while those cult members were beating two survivors. If I’m not mistaken, there should have been three other cult members. At least there were only three people outside the car participating in beating the survivors.”

"If I could, I'd be willing to go back with you and deal with them!"

“I don’t like the feeling of killing living people, but I don’t mind giving bullets to every cult member. I hid in the forest across the bridge for a long time and witnessed them blocking the bridge from four in the morning!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qing looked at Gavin with a resolute gaze.

Gavin nodded slightly and then released Li Qing's hand.

“I’m Gavin, Gavin King. It’s nice to meet you, Li Qing. But I have one more thing to do before I head to Richard Bridge.”

At this point, Gavin suddenly whistled.

The next moment, the crow on his shoulder suddenly took flight and circled in the sky above Gavin's head.

Meanwhile, near the distant manor, Octavian freed himself from the slipknot and walked from the storeroom past Sariel, who was tending to the cattle and horses, all the way to Gavin's side.

To make riding easier, the saddle was always attached to Octavian, but Gavin took the ropes off the saddle and went back to José to restrain him firmly.

While being tied up by Gavin, He Sai couldn't help but shout at Gavin.

“He deceived me, and the Pope was deceived by him. He’s a damned liar. We came to worship you, not to kill you. He’s a damned madman!”

"Believe me, Gavin, I've never killed anyone. I just occasionally use meth. I don't have any other vices. I don't even pick up dead bodies!"

"Our sect is full of good brothers. We are not a fucking cult. We follow God's guidance and accept the Pope's teachings. We treat others with kindness and cultivate our character. Only we can survive this difficult zombie crisis under the guidance of the Pope and God!"

“That was a lesson God gave us, a calamity and punishment that He brought down like a great flood. And you, Holy Son, our Pope said that you are the Moses of the new era, you are our saint!”

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me! I have more important things to do. I will protect you, Holy Son, until every drop of my blood is spilled on the devil who tries to harm you!"

“George is the devil hiding among us. He only joined us after the Pope became seriously ill. He was only with us for five days, just five days! And yet we believed him!”

"This damn bastard!"

(End of this chapter)