Doomsday America

Chapter 147 What? I'm dead? (10k)

Thomas replied with a stern face, then went to Gavin's side and looked at the four survivors with Gavin.

Gavin watched as the star-crossed lovers separated in tears, then turned to him, the man bowing to him as he took the woman's arm.

Seeing this, Gavin raised his hand and waved it, then said softly.

"There's no need for thanks. After all, when you decided to come to me, you were already one of my people."

"This cult actually targeted my people. How interesting. I'm just returning their rightful fate to them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin waved to the four of them and smiled.

"Alright, let's talk about this back at camp. We can also leave the introductions at camp, we..."

At this point, Gavin suddenly raised his head and looked uncertainly towards the other side of the bridge.

The bridge spans several kilometers across the lake. From a distance, Gavin could only vaguely see the silhouette of a car, and the engine sound he suddenly heard came from the other side of the bridge!
Thomas frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Master, someone else is here!"

"Okay, let's hide behind the car and see what's going on."

Gavin waved his hand and said, then grabbed the survivors and pulled them all to hide behind the RV.

Thomas and Li Qing also gathered around, the two of them clutching their guns and standing guard, while Gavin picked up his binoculars and began to observe.

After a moment, Gavin spoke.

"A Dodge Ram, a common model, looks like it can carry at least two people, at least someone in the passenger seat!"

"Could they be members of a cult?"

Li Qing couldn't help but ask a question, and Thomas immediately replied to Li Qing.

"It's hard to say, after all, there are still five members of the cult, and maybe they've come over too."

"But that doesn't matter, does it? After all, they're crossing the bridge, so they're bound to see what's going on here."

"Once they react to the mess we left behind, we'll know what to do."

After saying that, Thomas crouched down and moved to the connection between the trailer and the front of the vehicle, and placed the gun on the connecting bracket.

Gavin then went to the front of the car and rested his gun near the engine.

Meanwhile, the Dodge Ram was getting closer and closer. When they were only about 300 meters away from the bridgehead, the vehicle suddenly slowed down. They seemed to see the mess at the bridgehead.

And so, in Gavin's eyes, the passenger window of the Dodge Ram rolled down, and the head of a man with a full beard popped out of the window.

After observing the situation carefully, he retreated into the car and said something to the driver. Immediately afterwards, the Dodge Ram began to turn around...

Seeing this, Gavin pursed his lips helplessly, then boldly stood up.

"master……"

Thomas looked at Gavin with concern, while Gavin shook his head and said...

“I’d rather take a risk than miss at least two survivors. Besides, if they were cult members, those lunatics would be more likely to get closer and take a look. This kind of behavior of wanting to run away as soon as danger comes into play, which makes them seem more like normal people.”

At this point, Gavin turned to the Dodge Rams, who had already turned around, and shouted at them from a distance.

"Hey, look at me, guys, it's Gavin!"

He had a very loud voice, which was heard by the two people in the car even though they were hundreds of meters away.

Immediately, heads popped out from the front windows on both sides of the Ram and looked toward Gavin.

After a quick check, the two heads popped back into the car, while the Dodge Ram remained in place for about ten seconds.

Clearly, the two people in the car were weighing whether they should stop!
Gavin couldn't influence their choice either, and could only stand there and wait for the Dodge Rams to make a decision.

After waiting for another ten seconds or so, the Dodge Ram finally made a move. It turned around in circles and then slowly and cautiously drove toward the bridge.

At this point, Gavin felt relieved and abandoned his plan to chase after them in his RV, standing still and waiting for the Dodge Ram to approach.

A moment later, the Dodge Ram slowly came to a stop about 30 or 40 meters away from Gavin, and the driver shouted at Gavin.

"Gavin, God, it really is you! But what's with all that around here? Damn it, I didn't know you liked to block bridges and kill people!"

At this point, the red-necked man with short blond hair hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the gas again, bringing the car more than twenty meters closer to Gavin.

After the car stopped again, the passenger door slowly opened, and the bearded man got out and hid behind the passenger door, continuing to shout at Gavin through the car window.

“It really is you, we’re not mistaken, the broadcast is correct, but isn’t there something wrong with this scene, Gavin!”

"Hehe, of course there's a mistake. You'll see if you take a closer look!"

As Gavin answered, he made sure neither of them had any Olympic torch scars on their faces. Then, he boldly stepped out from under the engine compartment, put his right hand on his waist, and walked up to the Dodge Ram.

Seeing Gavin's straightforwardness, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out of the car, and, gripping his pistol, asked Gavin a question.

"I knew it wasn't you! Haha, I knew our Texas idol would never have his house collapse!"

"But what exactly happened? There are quite a few dead people, four in total. I haven't seen more than two people in the past week!"

"It's a cult."

Gavin gave a brief reply, while pointing to the corpses of the cult members.

"You guys go and check it yourselves. I can't draw the scars on their faces in advance."

"Okay, but I still need to check it myself. It's not that I don't trust you, buddy, I'm just being cautious."

The driver nodded to Gavin, then stepped out from under the car door and drove past the RV.

When he saw that there were actually six people hiding behind the RV, he was quite surprised. Then he turned around and said to his companion who was hiding behind the passenger door.

“Anthony, stop hiding there! There are seven of them. If they wanted to take us down, they could have done it already!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver smiled and waved to everyone before turning and heading towards the vicinity of the corpses.

He turned over the bodies one by one, paying particular attention to their faces. Although the bodies had all been shot in the head, the scars on their faces were still visible.

At the same time, Anthony, a bearded man, spat out a mouthful of saliva and emerged from behind the passenger door of the Dodge Ram.

"Seven people!"

As he walked toward Gavin, he asked Gavin a question with suspicion.

"You brought a full seven people just to greet us at the bridgehead. How many people are in your camp? That's quite extravagant!"

"Heh, if only I were here to welcome you, but I didn't come here to welcome anyone. It's because a fucking cult stopped all of you survivors in front of my bridge!"

Gavin gave an impatient explanation, then went up to Anthony and shook hands with him.

While gripping Gavin's hand and shaking it up and down, Anthony gave Gavin a disdainful look and said unhappily.

"You've run into a cult too, damn it, those things are like a persistent ghost!"

"When we were heading from Langville to your side, we also encountered a cult blocking the road on the way to member Lindale!"

"What kind of cult did you encounter? Was it the same Doomsday Youth Team we ran into?"

"what?"

Upon hearing Anthony's words, Gavin was genuinely taken aback. He frowned and asked Anthony with displeasure.

"What the hell is the Doomsday Youth Team? The bastards blocking my bridge at my doorstep are the Holy Fire Cult of God. Their base is over in Stephenville."

"Wuhu, the Holy Fire Cult of God, so it was those bastards after all~"

Anthony nodded knowingly, then explained to Gavin.

"The Holy Fire Church of God had already grown to a considerable size before the end times. As far as I know, they had at least four thousand followers near Dallas, perhaps more."

"As for the Doomsday Youth Team, they're obviously a bunch of young people from after the apocalypse. Three of them were shouting slogans and blocking the road in the outskirts of Lindale, but I took down two of them, and the last one sped away on a motorcycle, haha~"

At this point, Anthony laughed and released Gavin's hand, then turned to look at his teammates.

"Hokhan, what do you think? Is he really a madman of the Holy Fire Cult?"

"Indeed, and they were all ascetics of the Holy Fire Cult of God. Their faces were all scarred with holy fire marks, each one an old wound. They died beautifully."

From a distance, the blond-haired Hogan gave Anthony a thumbs-up, which put Anthony at ease. He then gave Gavin a military salute.

"Well done, idol! You're the gunner of Squad C, 3rd Infantry Battalion, Texas National Guard!"

"Wow, National Guard, not bad, buddy. Where were you originally stationed? How's your unit doing?"

Gavin smiled and nodded, then returned Anthony's salute.

Faced with Gavin's question, Anthony sighed in frustration and cursed.

"I don't know how my unit is doing, because I've been resting at my home in the countryside for a while now."

“Last month my wife called me and said that the water tank at home was broken, so I took the opportunity to renovate the whole house.”

"When the apocalypse first came, damn it, I almost got bitten to death by my wife, but I managed to kill her in the end."

"Both of my sons perished, but I, this bastard, survived. That's the worst that can happen. They deserved to live more than I did. To hell with God!"

Anthony cursed, then shook his head sadly and continued.

"As for my troops, damn it, after the incident I called everyone I knew, but unfortunately, no one answered!"

"Besides, if my wife turned into a zombie and tried to bite me, I would seriously suspect that she wanted to kill me. Many of my comrades have experienced their wives running away and dividing the family property. Even when facing my wife, I can be really ruthless!"

"But if it were my comrades, damn it, even if they pounced on me and bit me, I'd probably think they were just playing a prank on me."

"We've played too many pranks like this before. Besides... even if they really were crazy, I might not be able to bring myself to shoot them. We're comrades in the same trench, after all..."

At this point, Anthony shook his head regretfully.

"If it were one of my other comrades who stayed at the base, believe me, when they suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and saw their comrades rushing towards them, they would most likely think they had been the victim of a major prank."

"If my unit were to fall completely, the prank factor would definitely play a huge part. We fucking loved to play around. We would even bet on whether our wives would cheat on us, and to win the bet, we would even seduce each other's wives, haha!"

"If those bastards just die like that, I'll laugh for them. Staying in this apocalypse isn't a good thing. I even sometimes think about shooting myself so I can go to the world of the dead and take care of my two kids."

At this point, Anthony shook his head and then strode over to the four corpses.

After personally examining the body, Anthony pointed to Hogan and introduced him to Gavin.

"This is Hogan, the guy I met in Carthage. He's a priest, but a priest who uses the Revolver of God, haha~"

"Hello, Father with the gun!"

Gavin immediately smiled and extended his right hand to Hogan, who nodded to Gavin as they shook hands.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Gavin. Your broadcasts and your explanations of zombies will surely save countless lives. You are closer to God than I am!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hogan pulled an ornate cross from his pocket.

"May I put this sacred artifact on you? It was a gift from the Dean of Fort Worth Theological Seminary. I think you deserve it more."

"God may not have been able to protect all the children who have turned into zombies, but at least he has his eyes on us."

"And you, you are definitely more valuable to God than I am, you will need this more than I do!"

After saying that, Hogan made a gesture as if to place a magnificent cross on Gavin's head.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded slightly and leaned closer to Hogan, letting Hogan put the cross on him.

After gently adjusting the position of the cross, Hogan nodded in satisfaction and then greeted the others.

Gavin raised his hand, gripped the cross, glanced at it, and said something.

“I appreciate your kindness, Hogan. I hope your ‘Holy Relic’ truly provides me with an extra layer of protection. However, in any case, we should return to camp. Even if you two aren’t in a hurry, the others here are probably eager to see their future home.”

After saying that, Gavin pointed to the RV and the Dodge Ram and gave a crisp command.

“I’ll drive the RV, everyone else can get in with me, Anthony and Hogan can continue driving the Ram, and we’ll head back to camp.”

Gavin then put the survivors into the RV, turned it around, and drove it towards the manor.

Anthony and his companion followed behind the RV, slowly approaching the estate.

Even though the RV was a trailer and Gavin was not visible from the front, the survivors still instinctively moved closer to the front of the vehicle.

Thomas grinned as he looked at the crowd gathering around him and said.

"Don't look at me. I only met with the master last night. If you want to ask me what kind of person he is, I can only say that he seems to be a qualified leader. As for anything else, I don't know."

"No, no, no, I don't want to ask that. I just want to ask why you call Gavin 'Master,' senior!"

Li Qing asked Thomas curiously.

Upon hearing this, Thomas shrugged slightly and smiled.

“What’s so strange about that? I really like aristocratic culture, and my family has served as the court stewards since Louis XIV. However, after His Majesty the Emperor was beheaded, our family left the palace and moved to Prussia for refuge.”

"As for later, during World War I, our family moved to America."

"Although we have changed hands several times, our family's foundation remains unchanged. The Schultz family has the gene of a butler in our bones, and I also want to compete for the position of camp head butler."

At this point, Thomas looked at Li Qing with a half-smile and asked softly.

"What, are you planning to compete with me?"

"No way, I'm not that interested. The only thing I want to do right now is to set up my own biology lab again."

"As you know, I work with antibiotics. I think in the apocalypse, no one would dislike antibiotics. If I can rebuild the lab, even if it's just a basic small lab, maybe I can save many people in the future."

Li Qing smiled and agreed.

Upon hearing Li Qing's words, Thomas was slightly taken aback, then patted Li Qing on the shoulder.

“You have a good goal, buddy, at least it’s better than me focusing on power.”

"However, power is necessary, because even if we don't fight for power in the future, it will always end up in the hands of different people."

"Rather than believing that others have the right to command me, it is better for me to take control of the power myself. That may make it easier for scholars like us to get things done."

"Even in the apocalypse, scholars like us need enough space and environment to do more, right... um?"

Before Thomas could finish speaking, a voice that was almost crying suddenly came through his walkie-talkie.

All I could hear was Winnie struggling to suppress her tension and sadness as she cautiously asked into the walkie-talkie.

"Boss Gavin, how are you? They... they all said you were dead. How could that be? You're just injured, right? How badly are you injured? Old Bert is already waiting for you in the infirmary. You have to hold on until you come back!"

"What?!!"

Just as Winnie finished speaking, Gavin, sitting in the driver's seat of the RV, touched his upper body in shock.

He pressed his chest and stomach, then looked down to check. There were no bullet holes in his body. When did he die?
How the hell did I die?

They all say...

Which fucking bastard is saying that?

As Gavin was shocked, Nikita's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie again.

Nikita asked in shock.

"What happened? Gavin was perfectly fine when he left, how come he... Oh my god, Thomas, how is Gavin now?"

"I don't know! Is the master dead? Are you kidding me! The master is driving!"

Thomas asked in confusion at first, then suddenly realized what was happening and quickly answered Nikita.

“Miss Nikita, gather all the members of the camp immediately. Someone must be spreading rumors about the master’s death.”

"That's right, get them all together. Damn it, I was driving when I suddenly heard the news of my own death. Are you guys kidding me? I'll see who's making up this story about my death. I guarantee they're finished!"

On the hood of the car, Gavin grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled at it.

As Gavin unleashed his fury, the team members gathered in the old manor's medical room exchanged astonished glances.

Winnie looked at Doris and said with a pained expression.

"Mom, you told me about the eldest's death, but who told you? The eldest was perfectly fine, and he could curse so loudly!" "Uh... I don't know. I heard it from Hela. She... she cried so hard. Turns out she was lying to me?"

Doris hesitated for a moment, then wiped away her tears and looked at Hela as she spoke.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Hela clapped her hands in delight.

"Thank goodness, Gavin is alive and healthy!"

"Stop sighing like that, Hela, why did you lie to my mother!"

Winnie interrupted Hela's celebration, yelling at her menacingly.

Upon hearing this, Hela immediately pointed to Sariel and said decisively.

“It was Sariel who told me, and God, you can’t imagine how heartbroken I was when I heard the news!”

"It was definitely Sariel. I was notified by Sariel. Damn it, I even sterilized the surgical equipment and specially found human anesthetic!"

Old Bert picked up where Hela left off, while giving Sariel a fierce look.

Facing old Bert's fierce gaze, Sariel struggled to move his chubby face, pointing helplessly at Horst, and explained.

"I... uh, sorry, Horst told me the news, and I was so scared that I spilled all my milk today."

Sariel pointed at Host with a bitter face, while the others continued to look angrily at Host!

Facing the angry glares of the crowd, Horst swallowed stiffly and answered with a bitter face.

"No...it wasn't me...I'm not lying to you. I heard it from someone else, the one with the scorpion tattoo on his face...oh right, it was Arturo, he told me!"

Horst was halfway through his sentence when he nervously remembered Arturo's name. Upon hearing this, everyone quickly began searching for Arturo.

Meanwhile, in the nursing room.

Arturo listened to the voice on the walkie-talkie with a shocked expression, and then, after Gavin spoke, he couldn't help but burst into laughter and said to Abel.

"Haha, Abel, did you hear that? Someone actually made fun of the boss, and they even dared to say the boss is dead as soon as a rumor started!"

"Yeah, shit. Gavin, that bastard, wasn't very nice to me, but without him, I really don't know what the camp would be like."

Abel said with a sigh as he gently scratched the top of his thigh.

"If Cassius were in charge of this camp, I guarantee he would have slept with every woman in the camp on the very first day, and a wounded soldier like me would probably be shot dead by him, because he has absolutely no patience to take care of the wounded, and he certainly wouldn't send a bastard like you to take care of me!"

"I don't know who's so reckless as to dare to talk about a boss like that. That kind of person deserves to die..."

Clang!

Before Abel could finish speaking, their door was violently kicked open.

Winnie, with Steve by her side, glared angrily at Arturo.

"Arturo!!!"

Winnie shouted decisively.

Why did you tell Horst that he's dead?!

"What?!!"

Upon hearing Winnie's words, Abel and Arturo, who had been smiling and greeting everyone just a moment ago, froze in place.

They were just laughing and joking about the gossip they'd heard.

As a result, they suddenly became the protagonists of the rumors?

What a joke!
Suddenly, Abel raised his hand, pointed at Arturo, and roared.

"Arturo, how could you do such a thing? I trusted you so much, and it turns out you're the one spreading rumors!"

It wasn't that Abel easily believed what others said; the key issue was that there were only a handful of people in the camp. No matter who spread the message, as long as people compared their information, the person who spread the message could definitely be found!

Therefore, Abel really didn't think Winnie and Madison would conspire to frame Arturo.

Moreover, Abel knows Arturo.

The more he learned, the more he realized that Arturo was a bit of a blabbermouth!
At the bedside, Arturo was so shocked he almost popped his eyes out. He pointed incredulously at the scorpion on his face and asked incomprehension.

"What did you say? Me? How could I possibly be the one spreading rumors!"

"Host!"

Upon hearing Arturo's denial, Madison grabbed Horst and dragged him in front of Arturo like a chick.

"You two, compare your scores!"

Madison warned Horst, who quickly swallowed and then yelled at Arturo.

"It was you, Arturo! You were the one who told me Gavin had been shot! You told me right there in the lobby!"

"No, damn it! I only said someone shot Gavin, I didn't say he was shot. William told me this, and the person who shot Gavin was taken to the basement by William!"

Arturo hurriedly began to explain, and as soon as he finished speaking, Nikita, who had just run to the lobby, heard his words and immediately rushed into the nursing room, yelling at Arturo.

"Are you sure it was William who said that? He said that Jose shot Gavin? But he didn't, I took them down before they could even fire!"

"I'm absolutely certain, God, how could I possibly talk about the boss? I wouldn't even dare to look at him, for fear he'd glare at me!"

Arturo spoke to the crowd with absolute certainty.

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, and then Winnie and Nikita both turned their gazes to Horst.

Meeting their gazes, Horst swallowed hard, and with a hesitant expression, he recalled what he had heard as he spoke.

"No...no way...could I...have misheard?"

"Who knows, Horst, but you're definitely doomed, because if neither Arturo nor William said the boss was shot, then obviously the news that the boss was shot and that the boss is dead could only have come from you!"

Madison gripped Horst's shoulder fiercely and limped back into the hall.

Meanwhile, outside the manor.

Gavin, who had parked the car on the grass, jumped out of the car decisively and yelled at Thomas.

"Thomas, greet all the newcomers. I'm going to see who the hell is talking about me!"

"Damn it, I was still out working and the news of my death spread throughout the camp. Does that mean if I'm out working for three days and don't come home, you'll celebrate Easter with me when I get back?!"

Shouting the word "Easter" at the top of his lungs, Gavin strode into the hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw a group of people surrounding Horst, eyeing him menacingly.

And Horst...

The moment Gavin walked into the hall, the guy's legs went weak and he sat down on the floor!
Seeing this, Gavin immediately understood. He strode over to Horst, grabbed him by the collar, pulled him up, and growled at him in a low voice.

"So, it was you who spread the rumor, wasn't it, Horst? You've really gotten bolder, bolder than I ever imagined!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin casually tossed Horst onto the sofa.

Madison then sidled up to Gavin and explained the whole thing.

When Gavin heard the increasingly frightening rumors circulating about his situation, he shook his head helplessly.

Nikita tells William that Jose and the dead George wanted to attack him.

William told Arturo that José, that bastard, shot him.

Arturo told Horst that someone had shot at him.

Horst misheard that he had been shot and told Sariel that he was in grave danger.

And he, a perfectly healthy person, died just like that, because of the rumors and gossip circulating among the people.

What should be done with Horst...?

Gavin chuckled and turned to look at Horst, who was trembling all over, and said softly.

"You're not going to eat anything tomorrow, you bastard, sigh..."

With a sigh, Gavin patted Horst heavily on the shoulder, then left the hall and went outside to welcome the seven newlyweds in.

This was truly the largest wave of survivors that Camp Gavin had ever encountered, with a total of seven new survivors returning together, including Li Qing!
When they saw seven new recruits, no one was in the mood to continue investigating Horst. If Horst was spreading cult ideas, Gavin wouldn't have been enough to kill him.

But Horst... might have really just misheard. Is it really necessary to kill someone for mishearing? If so, Gavin would have to arrange for someone else to diligently clean up the mess...

With that in mind, Gavin simply skipped Horst's question and addressed the group.

"Guys, let's forget the stupid thing we just did. I'm not a god, much less a superman, and I can't handle every problem we encounter without worry."

"But I'm definitely not as easily defeated as you all say, by some lowly fry!"

"Instead of believing and dwelling on such nonsense, let's welcome our new partners—a full seven newcomers!"

"Winnie, tell Doris to have people prepare food for seven more... no, at least twelve people!"

"Besides the three Air Force personnel who might land near the farm, I'm worried that more new recruits will arrive among us this morning!"

"Old Bert, take our new guy with the facial injury to the infirmary to get it treated, and while you're at it, get his wife checked out."

"Thomas, take Li Qing and the others to their rooms. The rest of you can do what you're supposed to do. Don't make me watch your antics any longer!"

"I actually died in your mouth while I was walking around! You've really broadened my horizons!"

"Winnie, Nikita, Madison, and old Bert, where are your brains? Has that golden retriever stolen all your wisdom? Damn it!"

"Is this what they call being blinded by concern? A bunch of idiots!"

At this point, Gavin waved his hand weakly, signaling everyone to get lost and go about their own business.

He was really angry at what everyone had done today. These people usually seemed smarter than the next, but after hearing that he was in trouble, they all became incredibly stupid.

Should I delegate some authority and let these people take charge and get some experience?
Thinking of this, Gavin smiled and gestured for the old people in the camp to get out of there, while he himself went to the newcomers.

Seeing Gavin approach, Hogan pursed his lips, pointed at the bewildered men, and spoke.

"Are all these your people? Good heavens, they're really well-organized, with all sorts of people. You're not thinking of running for president of the United States, are you?"

"Ha, if Gavin were to run for president, Texans would never vote for another guy, and I bet guys from Florida to Oklahoma wouldn't vote for anyone else either!"

The priest with the gun added with a smile, then turned to his men, who were looking at each other with a holy expression, and gently tucked the pistol into his priest's robe.

After patting his robes twice, the priest and Hogan followed Thomas upstairs to choose their rooms.

Gavin stood in the lobby and took a long breath, then glared at the men.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, the group of guys were all at a loss for what to do with their hands.

They were embarrassed too...

So they had no choice but to continue glaring at Horst.

Stared at by everyone, Horst swallowed hard with a look of fear on his face and forced a smile as he addressed the crowd.

"Maybe...maybe I shouldn't eat tomorrow either, one meal...cough cough, that's too little...maybe."

After saying that, Horst shook his head helplessly and patted his ear.

Damn my ears, how could I have heard Gavin get shot? And damn my mouth, how could I have said Gavin died?

I deserve to die!
While Horst frantically searched for the cause, Cao Xinyan, holding her child, suddenly shouted at Gavin from the second-floor guard post.

"Village chief, someone's here from the chicken farm!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin promptly took off his hat and then rubbed his forehead.

Did we stir up trouble among the survivors today? It's only been a short while, and the number of survivors is almost in even numbers!

If I had known it would be this busy today, I should have left those two bastards, Eugene and Steve, at home to greet the newcomers!
While thinking, Gavin waved to everyone and said.

"Nikita, William, you two come with me. Everyone else, go about your business."

"And Horst, don't go hungry tomorrow. I'm waiting for you to get fit so you can become an explorer in the camp!"

"As for today's matter, let it go. Just make sure it doesn't happen again. Go on."

As he spoke, Gavin patted Horst on the shoulder, then put his right hand on the gun handle, walked out of the manor and parked behind the RV, taking out his binoculars to look at the Honda CRV that was rapidly approaching in the distance.

After a quick glance, Gavin narrowed his eyes knowingly.

This time, at least two people approached him in a group. It seems that a week after the apocalypse, most of the survivors have found one or two companions.

While Gavin was observing, Nikita also picked up her binoculars, glanced at the screen, and laughed.

"Sir, it seems our broadcast was really effective!"

"Yes, old Bert's words were not in vain, but he would have better record what he had to say, so that he can just keep an eye on the radio and wait for a reply."

Gavin said it casually, then looked at the rapidly approaching car in the distance.

Shortly after, the car stopped less than ten meters away from the RV. The man driving and the woman in the passenger seat got out and went straight to the back seat to pull out a woman who was tied up tightly!
"Wow, there are three people..."

William couldn't help but speak up, then focused his attention on the bound woman.

A man and a woman were seen carrying a woman and swaggering up to the front of the RV, then throwing the woman far away to Gavin.

Gudong!

"Well!"

The woman, her mouth gagged, cried out in pain, then struggled to turn over, tilting her head back to look at Gavin, her eyes filled with relief and joy.

Meanwhile, the man and woman in the distance shouted at Gavin.

"Hey, the infamous Gavin, the most greedy jackal in the Richards Lake District!"

“I am Andrei Manus, and this is Diana Hiddleston. We are sent by the Baron to deliver gifts to you!”

"Considering we're neighbors, the Baron is willing to trade with you, whether it's fuel, food, or people, anything is fine!"

"We came with good intentions, and we hope that you, a big star, will also have at least the most basic goodwill. Otherwise, hehe, you wouldn't want to know how many of us there are, we..."

boom!
After a gunshot, Gavin knocked the weapons out of the hands of the man and woman.

Gavin, looking astonished, shot down the weapons of the two men and immediately rushed to their side.

While Gavin was kicking the man so hard that he was breathless, he grabbed the woman by the neck, pinned her to the ground, and growled as he asked her.

"Don't fucking make decisions for me, man, because I just really want to know how many of you there are!"

"Come on, tell me how many of you there are. Tell me, how many people? I want to see what kind of baron you serve. Screw barons, I'm in a really bad mood right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin grabbed the woman's right hand and dislocated her arm.

He then threw the woman to the ground, turned around and kicked the man again, knocking him unconscious.

When he returned to the woman's side, he didn't rush to ask questions, but instead repeatedly removed the woman's arm.

Only after the woman's screams became so loud that they drew everyone out of the house did Gavin throw Diana, who was lying on the ground like a rag doll, and grab her by the shoulder to ask her what happened.

"Well, Diana, are you willing to tell me about the Baron now?"

"I said... Waaah... I've wanted to say this for a long time, it hurts so much, is my right hand broken? It hurts so much!"

Diana hurriedly wiped away her tears and snot with her left hand, and said to Gavin in a trembling voice despite the pain.

“There were seven of us in total, but now… now there are only six. We live in the church in Leon. The Baron… the Baron used to be a large landowner in Leon; his farm covered a whopping 20,000 acres…”

"Alright, I get it. What a load of bull! A baron with only five men under his command, reduced to this state, yet he still managed to send me an extra one... no, he sent a whole three people!"

"He's so generous, haha, I'll definitely repay his generosity in person."

"Believe me, he will see me, either this afternoon or tomorrow morning, and I will personally repay him!"

(End of this chapter)