Doomsday America

Chapter 146 Questions and Answers (10k)

As soon as he finished speaking, José raised his head and looked at Gavin with pleading eyes.

And Gavin...

He squatted down in front of Jose, grabbed Jose's chin with both hands, and pulled him up in front of him, saying...

"Dude, look, you said you spent five days with that guy, but you still shouldn't trust him, right?"

"That's right, damn it, I shouldn't have trusted him, we've all been fooled by him!"

Jose quickly affirmed.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly, then continued speaking to José.

"So, I've only known you for less than five minutes, do you think I should believe you?"

"After all, compared to five days, five minutes is really short, isn't it?"

After saying that, Gavin casually tossed José back onto the ground.

Jose then hurriedly shouted at Gavin.

"No, no, no, Holy Son, I am not like him. I despise liars like him. He is the devil, while I am your knight!"

"God, believe me, Your Highness, every member of our Holy Fire Church is willing to regard you as our father and love you with all our heart!"

"us……"

"Ha, then first, please tell me, my knight, how many of you there are, where you all live, and how many of these guys are blocking my bridge, and what weapons they're using!"

Gavin interrupted José, then grabbed José by the collar and looked at him with a grin.

Faced with Gavin's question, José took a deep breath, then swallowed and said.

"There are eleven of us, Your Highness. We survived the end times under the guidance of the Father and the Holy Spirit, and gathered together to search for you. We finally found your trail after hearing your broadcast!"

"Bridge blocking... that's all our protection for you, Your Highness. We know there are countless devils like that guy who want to harm you, and we must screen them before they see you. It's all for your safety!"

"There were four people blocking the bridge, and there are six of us here this time. I was deceived by the devil, so I came with him to see you. I really have no ill intentions towards you!"

"As for where we live, God, we're staying in an underground casino near Stephenville. The casino owner is one of us, one of our brothers and one of your men, we..."

"enough."

Upon hearing Jose's words, Gavin interrupted him and then spoke to Thomas.

"Stephenville is only about 80 kilometers from here, no wonder they arrived so early. As for the news that there are only four people at the bridgehead, do you think we can believe that bastard?"

“Sir, you have your own considerations. Whatever you choose, I will follow you.”

Thomas smiled and nodded to Gavin, who then kicked Jose in the waist.

While kicking Jose until his eyes rolled back in his head, Gavin gave Nikita some instructions.

“Niki, tie him to Octavian, take him back to the manor and keep an eye on him. We’ll hear from Thomas and me.”

"Thomas, Li Qing, let's go to the bridgehead you mentioned."

After saying that, Gavin walked straight to the Hummer, glanced at the key in the ignition and the remaining fuel, and then started the Hummer.

Upon hearing this, Li Qing pursed his lips, then picked up his kukri and headed to the Koenigsegg. He found his shotgun, slung it over his shoulder, and also took two grenades before getting into the Hummer.

He originally intended to sit in the back seat, wanting to leave the passenger seat for Thomas.

But clearly, Thomas wasn't comfortable letting the newcomer sit in the back seat, since that would increase the chances of him being shot at by the newcomer.

And so, Thomas sat in the back seat, leaving the passenger seat to Li Qing, who then went to the passenger seat and sat down, looking slightly nervous.

Noticing Li Qing's nervousness, Gavin frowned and asked while stepping on the gas.

"Why are you nervous, my Asian friend?"

"I...I exercise regularly, but...I rarely participate in gunfights, no, I've never participated in a gunfight before, while those cults all have guns. I'm a little...nervous...or rather, excited!"

As Li Qing answered, her body trembled slightly without her noticing.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded with amusement.

He understood Li Qing's situation, after all, the ancestors of the East had left too many racial genes for the people of the East.

For example, split toenails, bluish marks on the lower back when born, and a constitution that is highly adaptable and resilient, and not worried about allergies.

Another reason is that when encountering danger or preparing to do something dangerous, adrenaline will take over the body, allowing the body to overcome its sensitivity to pain through slight tremors!

Judging from Li Qing's current state, he's completely consumed by adrenaline...

Thinking of this, Gavin smiled wistfully, and as he chuckled, a large crow suddenly swooped down from the sky, slipped through the Hummer window into the car, and landed on the back of the driver's seat.

Looking at the magnificent crow, Li Qing swallowed hard.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what those cult members had said, specifically the part about Gavin being the Son of God, and even more so, the Holy Son!
To be honest, crows, especially ravens, are really easy to agree with and be domesticated by humans.

After all, crows also have another name: sky dogs.

If you reach out and touch a crow's head, it will not only make a happy call, but it will also wag its tail happily!
Yes, crows wag their tails, and they wag them quite happily, just like dogs!
In short, keeping crows is a very common practice, and most crows are quite intelligent and perceptive.

But amidst the apocalyptic atmosphere, they suddenly saw a particularly famous guy with a remarkably intelligent raven on his back.

When you put all these things together, the feeling they evoke is completely different.

Meanwhile, Gavin and his two companions set off at the same time.

Nikita also picked up the rope binding José and tied it to Octavian's saddle.

Then, she led Octavian by the hand and walked towards the location of the manor.

Jose was dragged along the ground, shouting to Nikita as he was pulled along.

"Hey girl, don't treat me like this. I'm not a bad person. Damn it, you can't discriminate against me because of my scars. That's scar discrimination!"

"Heh, so you know your scars will be discriminated against?"

Nikita chuckled and gave José a casual reply, then let the horses drag José back to the manor.

As she approached the old manor, William staggered closer, raised his gun, looked at José on the ground, and frowned as he asked Nikita.

“Nikita, what was that gunshot just now, and what about this guy…”

"Heh, he was a member of a cult, the sect should be called the Holy Fire Cult of God. He and his companions wanted to shoot Gavin, so I took one of them down."

"As for that, I guess Gavin has his own plans. After all, Gavin has many experiments he hasn't done yet, such as verifying whether humans can be infected after being bitten by zombie cattle or horses."

After saying that, Nikita glanced at Jose sideways, and Jose immediately tensed all the muscles in his body.

And William.

He nodded knowingly, then spoke softly to Nikita.

“I understand. But he also has a history of drug use, doesn’t he? Looking at his eye sockets, he must have been playing with those ghostly things a lot these past few days.”

"Is it?"

Upon hearing William's words, Nikita took a closer look at Jose's eyes and noticed that while his eyes were completely dark, there were indeed many blood vessels gathered around his tear ducts.

After confirming, Nikita nodded.

"There are indeed symptoms of mental impairment. Judging from this, maybe he's gone completely euphoric and really sees Gavin as the Son of God in the Trinity. They might even think Gavin is the reincarnation of Jesus."

At this point, Nikita couldn't help but smile.

Gavin just called her Nikki, which is an abbreviation, a nickname, and a term of endearment.

So being in a relationship can be such a pleasant thing!

William looked at Nikita suspiciously.

Noticing Nikita's handsome face, which was clearly filled with pleasure, William took a worried breath.

Nikita doesn't have a mental illness, does she? Otherwise, why would she become so excited after finding out that this guy was taking the drug?

She wouldn't want to torture this guy, would she?
Thinking of this, William tentatively stepped forward, grabbed Jose's rope, and said to Nikita.

“Nikita, why don’t you hand this bastard over to me? I’ll lock him in a single room in the basement first.”

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Nikita nodded happily, then handed the rope to William before turning and leaving.

Her decisive turn and departure left William even more bewildered.

So it wasn't because they could torment cult members that they felt pleasure?

That's good, as long as Nikita isn't a sadist, otherwise he'd really be worried about his boss and the camp.

But if that's the case, then what is Nikita happy about?
Did the boss talk to her about something else?
Maybe?

Filled with questions and speculations, William dragged Jose along, staggering forward, taking two steps at a time, until he entered the hall.

When he arrived in the lobby, he ran into Arturo coming out of Abel's hospital room.

Arturo, looking disgusted, walked through the corridor and into the hall with a small bundle of gauze, and then saw José bound in a ball.

He paused for a moment, then asked William with a delighted expression.

"Hey officer, is this guy going to be locked in the basement too?"

"Haha, at least I'm not the only guy who's been locked up. Tsk tsk, he even has scars on his face from a knife. He's even more ruthless than me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Arturo strode up to José, squatted down beside him, and looked curiously at the scars on José's face.

William then spoke to Arturo.

"Arturo, you'd better be careful and let this bastard warn you!"

"He won't come out of the basement as easily as you do, because he's a drug addict, a cult member, and he shot Gavin, so he's dead meat. We just don't know how he'll die!"

Upon hearing William's words, Jose, filled with despair, let out a furious roar.

"No! Don't kill me! This is scar discrimination! Besides, five out of ten people in America have smoked at least once! You can't discriminate against people with scars! And we're not a cult! Gavin is our holy son! He is Jesus incarnate! He is the last gospel left by God before the disaster! He is... Waaah?!!"

Before José could finish speaking, Arturo, unable to bear it any longer, shoved the gauze in his hand into José's mouth.

Seeing his mouth stuffed full, Jose desperately tried to push the gauze out.

But the moment he touched the gauze...

Hiss...?
What the hell does this taste like?
Meanwhile, seeing Arturo's actions, William narrowed his eyes in disgust and couldn't help but curse at Arturo.

"Damn it, this wad of gauze isn't Abel's, is it?"

“Otherwise, why would I need gauze?” Arturo replied casually.

"Wow, that's really something! I bet he's practically turned gauze into diapers by now!"

William immediately became even more disgusted, and then kicked Jose in the chest with his injured foot, saying...

"You're in luck, buddy, because the gauze you're using is the kind used to wrap a basket, and it's even a single basket! That's really rare!"

"Huh??!"

Upon hearing William's description, Jose's face turned even greener, and he began to struggle more violently.

Watching José struggle, then suddenly vomit, then try to swallow the vomit because it got stuck, and then, feeling even more nauseous, choke himself until his eyes rolled back.

William finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

He hadn't laughed like this in a long time, and so, amidst William's laughter, Jose was thrown into the basement and placed there.

While William was leading Jose to the basement...

In the botanical garden, Horst, who had just vacuumed up all the cat and dog hair, curiously came to the hall with a rag and approached Arturo to ask.

"Cough cough, buddy, what just happened... what happened?"

"Nothing much, haha, I just thought of something funny, hahaha~"

Arturo burst into laughter and started gossiping with Horst.

“You missed a big one, Horst. A cult member just showed up and shot at Gavin, then William brought him back and locked him in the basement.”

"I even stuffed the gauze that Abel had wrapped around his basket into his mouth. I guess he'd rather kiss Abel's basket directly than that gauze; at least the basket didn't look so disgusting, unlike the gauze which had all sorts of things on it, haha~"

Amidst laughter, Arturo stubbed out his cigarette, went to the nearest washroom to wash up, and then took the new gauze to continue changing Abel's dressing.

After Arturo left, Horst stood in the hall in disbelief, staring blankly at the hall door.

One minute, two minutes...

In the hall where no one noticed, Horst stood there blankly for more than four minutes before he met Sariel carrying two buckets of milk and struggling back into the hall.

Noticing the dazed Horst, Sariel put down the milk bucket, wiped his sweat, and gently asked Horst.

"Horst, you look like you're spacing out. Are you exhausted from the sanitation work?"

"If so, I can help you for a while. I've become more and more skilled at milking cows lately, which saves a lot of time."

After saying this, Sariel waited for Horst's reply while continuing to pick up the milk bucket, intending to take it to Doris in the kitchen.

Horst, as if waking from a dream, looked at Sariel and spoke blankly.

"Gavin... Boss Gavin... he's been shot!"

Glug... splash splash...

As soon as Horst finished speaking, the milk bucket in Sariel's hand fell to the ground, spilling milk all over the middle of the hall.

Sariel let out a shocked and sorrowful roar!
"My God! How can this be! This is absolutely impossible!"

“But… that’s what William said. Someone shot the boss. Damn it, I thought I didn’t like Gavin, but… I also don’t like the news that the boss was shot. God, what are we going to do now!”

For a moment, Horst and Sariel were plunged into grief.

Meanwhile, on the road leading from the manor to the resort.

Watching Gavin drive, Thomas, in the back seat, unscrewed the HK416's safety latch and asked Gavin a question.

"Sir, there are four of them, but only three of us. What should we do?"

"It's simple. I'll kill the three outside first, then take out the one who might be hiding in the car, and that'll solve the problem."

Gavin responded to Thomas with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Li Qing took a nervous breath and whispered.

"Maybe all four of them are outside. After all, my previous observations could change. They're not robots; they can't just stand still in one place."

"Yeah, so there might only be two of them left, and we still need to give the other two time to pee~"

Gavin chuckled and teased, then patted the gearshift lightly and continued speaking with a smile.

"Don't worry, guys, we'll look down on them strategically, but we'll also take them seriously tactically."

"In a little while, we'll park the car a bit further away from the bridgehead, about three or four hundred meters away should be enough."

"Then we walked forward. There was a forest near the bridge at the resort. We approached the cult members under the cover of the forest and then decided how to deal with them based on how the cult members treated the survivors."

"If they only arrest people, but don't torture or kill them, then they might still have a way to live!"

"But if they simply attack the survivors, then we don't need to leave any alive. If we launch a surprise attack, three or four people will only be a matter of a few shots!"

At this point, Gavin gave a cold laugh.

In the back seat, Thomas nodded slightly.

“That’s right, sir. It can’t really be called a tactic, but it is certainly the simplest and quickest idea.”

"Our firearms have a longer range and better performance. If we launch a surprise attack, unless those cultists are truly blessed by God, or they're all Rambos, they have no reason to react."

After saying that, Thomas propped up his HK and glanced at a tree outside the window.

After he put down his weapon, he got into the passenger seat.

Li Qing couldn't help but speak to Gavin.

"Is this really safe? Should I pretend to be a passerby and lure them in? After all, I just walked right past them. When they grab me, you can... uh... wait, I'm being stupid. Grabbing me will only make it harder for you to aim, right?"

Li Qing stopped mid-sentence, nervously rubbing the handle of his gun, his breathing becoming heavy.

Seeing this, Gavin Teng patted him on the shoulder and laughed.

"Don't be nervous, buddy. You're from the East, right?"

"Of course!"

Despite being nervous, Li Qing nodded in response immediately.

Then, Gavin smiled and spoke in Chinese.

"That's right, man, what's the big deal? Just grab your gun and shoot them! Bullets always find their way to the cowards' heads. Fate favors the brave!"

"What the hell?"

Hearing him speak fluent Mandarin, Li Qing opened his mouth in surprise, then quickly said to Gavin.

"Your Chinese is so good!"

"Absolutely, haha, are you still nervous?" "I... uh?"

Li Qing was taken aback; his tension had indeed eased a bit, as his attention had been diverted.

So he couldn't help but purse his lips, gripping his weapon expectantly.

Meanwhile, their car arrived at the forest area of ​​the resort, near old Bert's villa.

There were still several kilometers to the bridgehead, and Gavin didn't rush to slow down. Instead, he waited until they were less than 1.5 kilometers from the bridgehead before reducing his speed to below 40 miles per hour.

After turning the next sharp bend, only a clear main road remained between us and the bridge.

So Gavin stopped the car before the bend, picked up the shotgun, and said to Thomas and the other man.

"Let's get off here. It's about 280 meters to the bridgehead."

"Martin and Eugene have probably cleared the area more than once in the last few days, but we still need to be careful about the possibility of zombies and remain cautious."

After saying that, Gavin took small steps into the forest, following the trees as he approached the bridge.

As he walked, he took out his binoculars and looked towards the bridgehead.

Thomas and Lee Qing were doing the same thing. Although Lee Qing had not yet joined the camp, no one who had survived the apocalypse would give up a tool like a telescope!

Li Qing was no exception.

Just like that, after a few seconds, looking at the scene through the telescope, Li Qing's brows furrowed involuntarily!
In his view, the area near the bridgehead.

Three survivors were forced to kneel on the ground. One of them, his face covered in blood, was kneeling there trembling and wailing. The other two had their heads down and were crying in pain.

Meanwhile, one of the cultists who was controlling them was elegantly cleaning the dagger in his hand, and after wiping away the blood, he took out a lighter and heated the tip of the dagger.

Beside him, two other cult members were in different poses. One of them was kneeling on the ground facing the lake, holding a cross in his hand and praying.

The other man, with scars on his face, approached the wounded soldier with a loud laugh, forcibly pried open the soldier's hands, and looked at the soldier's face with admiration.

As he watched, he shouted at the guy with the hot knife.

"Brother, you're getting more and more skilled. The patterns you're carving are even approaching the level of the Pope!"

"Haha, of course! It's because I'm good with a dagger that His Holiness the Pope put me in charge of marking the future brothers!"

"If you ask me, I am the most qualified person to inherit the papacy. That outsider is not qualified at all, and he looks like a pretty boy!"

"It's a pity the Pope is ill, otherwise... Humph, that pretty boy doesn't even have a mark on his face, what right does he have to order us around, damn it!"

"them……"

Chu Chu Chu!
Boom!

After two gunshots, the guy who was talking hadn't even figured out what was going on when he heard a series of gunshots.

Then, he watched as his two sect brothers collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with confusion!
"What?!!"

At that moment, the man with the knife cursed in astonishment, then instinctively turned around and glanced behind him.

But he regretted it as soon as he turned around, so he quickly turned back and ran towards the caravan they had left by the lake!
But he hadn't even taken two steps...

boom!
A particularly solid gunshot suddenly rang out, and the man's ankle was broken by the shot!
The power of that shot was astonishing; his severed ankle was still connected by only a little bit of skin and flesh.

Pfft!

Before the knife-wielding man could react, he stepped onto the ground with his ankle, which was pale and exposed with broken bones, before he could even bleed.

Boom!
He fell to the ground, rolled twice, and then sat down in a daze.

First, look up at the forest more than 20 meters away, then look down at your ankles, which were bleeding profusely and still covered in mud and dust.

After he saw the broken pieces of his own bones with his own eyes...

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A scream finally escaped his lips.

As he screamed, a heavy voice rang out from inside the trailer.

"Damn it, what's going on? Didn't I tell you not to shoot, Mazefak!"

As they were talking, heavy footsteps came from inside the RV. Then, a muscular figure wearing only a loose bathrobe opened the door and glanced outside.

After one glance...

Boom!
He slammed the car door shut, shouting uncontrollably.

"Shit, this is fucking shit, who is it! Who is it?!"

Unfortunately, no one answered him. Only the survivor, whose face was covered in blood, suddenly seemed to have gone mad, crawling on the ground towards the RV!

Seeing that person's unusual reaction, Li Qing hesitated in the forest, looking at Gavin, and said...

"Gavin, does he have relatives... in the RV?"

"I'm pretty sure you reacted quickly. Let's go out."

Gavin nodded, then strode out of the forest.

"Thomas, let go of those survivors. Li Qing, finish them off. I'm going to check inside the RV."

"Okay, sir."

"Alright, Brother Jin!"

Thomas and Li Qing agreed, and then each took their assigned roles, going to the survivors and the cultists respectively.

Thomas, who was squatting there checking the survivors' skills, was also watching Li Qing's movements warily.

Li Qing frowned, swallowed his excitement, and raised his gun to stand in front of the two men they had shot down.

Without even determining whether the two men were dead or alive, Li Qing fired a shot into each of their heads.

At the same time Li Qing fired his gun, not far away, the knife-wielding man, finally writhing in pain from the belated onset of agony, seemed to have finally recognized Li Qing.

So he called out, his voice trembling.

"It's...it's you! The one who just broke through...you found the Holy Son, you..."

"Don't talk, buddy. Gavin has something to ask you in a bit. You guys treat him like a holy son, so go ahead and have a good chat with your holy son..."

boom!
Before Li Qing could finish speaking, another gunshot rang out from inside the RV.

The gunshot interrupted Li Qing's words and made Li Qing and Thomas fall silent involuntarily.

After waiting for about two seconds, the belated scream finally rang out. After a quick distinction between the screams, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Gavin pushed open the RV door and kicked the fat man in his pajamas out.

The fat man in his pajamas rolled around on the ground three or four times before clutching his right hand, which had been riddled with holes, and howling in agony.

Gavin waved to Thomas without any expression on his face.

"Thomas, look at him. There's a woman in the RV, probably around 20..."

"Ahhh, Susan, my Susan, ah!!!"

Before Gavin could finish speaking, the scarred survivor, whose hands and feet were bound, moved toward Gavin and cried out to him in pain and anxiety.

"God, is Susan...is she...is she still alive?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin looked at the survivor and responded expressionlessly.

"If there's only one woman in the car, then your Susan must be alive."

After saying that, Gavin closed the car door, locked it, sighed, and returned to the room where the woman was.

Upon seeing Gavin enter, the woman on the bed, who was naked and bound in a spread-eagle position, was momentarily stunned before speaking to Gavin in a completely emotionless tone.

“This is not your fault, Gavin. Even if we hadn’t listened to your broadcast and rushed over, we would have still run into all sorts of jerks.”

"Yes, of course it's not my fault, because the wrongdoers go to hell, and I'm the one who sends them down there."

Gavin answered and then untied the ropes binding the woman's hands and feet.

Then he found a towel and gestured for the woman to wipe herself.

As the woman wiped herself clean with a blank expression, Gavin went to the closet, found a tracksuit, placed it next to her, and whispered something.

"They can't get in anytime soon. You can put your clothes back on and act as if nothing happened, then it's as if nothing ever happened."

After saying that, Gavin looked into the woman's eyes.

Meeting Gavin's comforting gaze, the woman was slightly taken aback, her features quickly contorted, and finally, a sob of utter grievance escaped her lips.

She shook her head as she cried, as if she wanted to say something, but all her words were cut off by her sobs.

She got dressed while crying, climbed off the bed, and stumbled as soon as she landed.

Gavin reached out and took the woman's arm, and the woman wrapped her arms around Gavin's arm in return. With Gavin's help, they reached the door.

After the RV door opened, the woman looked at the man's scarred face with pain and worry.

"Oh... God!"

Upon seeing the still-bleeding scar on her lover's face, the woman cried out in sorrow. The man instinctively turned his face, looked towards the forest, sobbed twice, and then stood up and came to the woman.

Gavin released the woman, leaving the RV doorway open for the two of them, and then slowly squatted down in front of the two cult members who were still alive.

“Gaga…ga…”

The large crow cawed twice, then used its sharp eyes to look at the two trembling figures on the ground.

And behind Gavin, between the couple who had gone through thick and thin together.

The man seemed to want to reach out and hug the woman, but the woman unconsciously flinched away.

Noticing the woman's hesitation, the man paused for a moment, then firmly pulled her into his arms.

Feeling the man's resolute strength, the woman bit her lip, hugged him tightly, and then leaned forward to kiss him.

But just as the woman's lips approached his, the man paused slightly, instinctively turning his head away to avoid her kiss.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously understood something. So she cried and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, controlling the back of his head and forcing him to look at her.

Facing the man's hideous scars, the woman opened her eyes and leaned closer. Two hearts that had almost lost each other finally came together again.

As for Gavin...

Looking at the two guys lying on the ground, he casually picked up the injured hand of the fat guy in pajamas.

Noticing Gavin's actions, the chubby man in pajamas, enduring the pain, spoke to Gavin.

"Gavin! It's me, Co..."

"that's not important."

Gavin interrupted the fat man in the pajamas without any emotion, and at the same time, directly stuffed his gloved fingers into the wound in the fat man's palm.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The fat man in the pajamas screamed, and he began to strain his whole body, trying to pull his hand out of Gavin's grasp.

But Gavin just gripped his wrist tightly, his right hand gripping the broken bone in his wound, and began to squeeze the bone with force!
"Ahhhhh!!!"

Amidst the pajamas-clad fat man's screams, Gavin mustered all his strength and pulled hard, gripping the bone!
puff!

Gavin forcefully pulled out a broken hand bone, while the fat man in the pajamas let out a final, short, and high-pitched scream before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

Looking at the unconscious fat man in pajamas, Gavin turned to the knife-wielding man who was stretching out his legs and trembling in pain.

While pressing down on the guy's ribs, Gavin inserted his right hand into the soft spot below the guy's ribs and asked.

"Where is your stronghold? Where is your pope?"

"us……"

Before the man with the knife could answer, Gavin suddenly tightened his grip.

Click!

After a sharp crack, the man with the knife was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. Even though his ankle was broken, he still curled up like a shrimp.

Looking at the knife-wielding man convulsing and then at the unconscious fat man in pajamas, Li Qing swallowed hard and couldn't help but whisper to Thomas, "What do you mean?"

"Senior, Gavin... has he always been like this?"

"You should still call my master 'Big Brother,' my junior. And I hope my master will always be as compassionate and lenient as he is today."

Thomas answered Li Qing's question while looking at Gavin with particular admiration.

God, He really admires Gavin at this moment!
Even in his mind, which was filled with European aristocratic ideals, he had already associated Gavin at this moment with King Arthur, who had been worshipped in Europe since ancient times!
Thomas knew very well that Gavin was too lazy to even bother to torture those two cultists who were about to shoot him and had a good chance of actually injuring him.

But the two people in front of him who were hurting Gavin were not the ones hurting other unfamiliar survivors.

The master, on the contrary, didn't care about wasting time!
Therefore, in his view, Mr. Gavin's actions clearly embodied the spirit of a benevolent person!

What torture? How can the Knight's deeds be called torture? They're all virtues, virtues!
And the virtue that Thomas sees is Gavin.

Seeing that the man with the broken leg had also fainted from the pain, Gavin went back to the fat man in the pajamas and pinched his philtrum to wake him up.

The moment he awoke, pain struck him instantly. Just as the chubby man in his pajamas was about to wail, Gavin gripped his chin tightly!

After interrupting the fat man in the pajamas' screams, Gavin looked down at him and asked in a cold tone.

"Where is your stronghold? Where is your pope?"

"We...we're in an underground casino, we..."

"enough."

Gavin nodded, interrupting the fat man in the pajamas, and then reached out again to grab the fat man's ribs.

then……

Well, this fat guy is really fat. The fat on his belly is piled up so high that it's almost covering his ribs!
Seeing this, Gavin shook his head and pressed his hand against the wound again.

"No... Waaaaaah... No, I surrender, I'll tell you anything, please don't!!!"

After a series of screams, the fat man in his pajamas seemed to collapse from exhaustion, lying there convulsing.

Gavin then returned to the man with the broken leg, raised his hand, and shot off his other leg!

"Ahhh!"

After a short scream, the man with both legs severed woke up in agony.

Gavin then pinched his collarbone and asked him.

"Where is your stronghold? Where is your pope?"

"In Stephenwell, we're in an underground gambling den..."

"How many of you are there?"

Gavin suddenly interrupted him and calmly asked him.

Upon hearing this, the man with the broken leg hurriedly tried to reply, but before he could finish speaking, he heard a cracking sound from his right collarbone...

"Uh……"

The man with the broken leg was slightly stunned, finally realizing that Gavin had actually broken his collarbone. He let out a scream and fainted in terror.

Gavin then returned to the fat man in the pajamas, raised his hand, and shot the fat man in the pajamas into his basket.

boom!
Gunshots rang out, and the fat man in his pajamas let out a short scream before Gavin grabbed his chubby legs and lifted him up.

Gavin held him up with his left hand, pointed a gun at his forehead with his right, and asked him expressionlessly.

"How many more of you are there?"

"Five, or six, no more than that, we..."

boom!
The bullet pierced his head. Gavin released the fat man in pajamas' body, returned to the man with the broken leg, and kicked him awake.

Looking at Gavin, whose eyes were devoid of any emotion, the man with the broken leg forgot even the pain and swallowed hard.

Gavin then pressed him for an answer.

"How many people do you have?"

“Five, Holy Son, I’m willing to tell you anything you ask…”

boom!
Gavin casually shot him in the head, then exhaled softly and turned to Thomas and Li Qing.

"The location and number of people should be fine. As for the exact location of the underground casino, we can ask Jose when we get back."

"That's enough, we should head back. I'm worried that any stray zombies nearby might be attracted here!"

After saying that, Gavin turned around and went to the two groups of four survivors who had been intercepted and kidnapped by the cult, and gently comforted them.

It wasn't until Gavin comforted the survivors that Li Qing let out a heavy sigh and said...

"You startled me, senior. I thought Gavin couldn't laugh."

"No, no, no, how could that be? Master just doesn't like to smile at people who aren't relevant to him."

(End of this chapter)