Doomsday America

Chapter 148 The Air Force Has No Apaches! (10k)

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

Just as Gavin finished speaking, the woman behind him, whom Nikita had helped up, suddenly began to sob desperately.

Seeing this, Nikita hesitated and looked at Gavin, who turned back and silently looked at the woman who was moaning.

“Nikita, take the rag out of her mouth. I want to hear what else she has to say…hmm?”

As Gavin got to this point, he suddenly realized something was amiss.

Because when he turned his attention back to the bound woman, he discovered something somewhat unexpected.

The bound woman had no marks on her hands and feet, no bruises on her body, and apart from tears, there was no sign of injury on her face.

To be honest, this girl is definitely not pretty. Her face is chubby, and she looks like an adult with a youthful appearance. She also has a little bit of extra fat on her belly.

But how come this guy, who was given as a "gift," didn't suffer any harm from that baron?
Thinking of this, Gavin waved his hand, signaling Nikita to take action.

Nikita immediately removed the cloth from the woman's mouth.

Once she was finally able to speak freely again, the woman immediately burst into tears. After a few brief sobs, she quickly looked up and called out to Gavin.

"Gavin, please...don't hurt them, especially not the Baron! They're not bad people, please!!!"

"Walter?"

Upon hearing Susan's words, Gavin couldn't help but lick his lips, then turned back to look at the unconscious Manus and the grimacing Diana.

Then, Gavin took a deep breath, went to the bound woman, squatted down and spoke to her.

"God, I really don't want you to be a... Virgin Mary who, even after being hurt by them, couldn't bear to punish them, we..."

"No, Mr. Gavin, there is no Virgin Mary in this world, only the Bible is eternal!"

Just as Gavin finished speaking, Father Hogan, the priest with the gun, happened to walk out of the hall.

He walked up to Gavin, drew his gun, aimed at Manus and Diana, and then spoke to Gavin.

"Sorry, I should call you BOSS now, but this child is definitely not a saint, because the saint does not have holiness, and Mary is just a blessed mother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hogan looked at Gavin with unusual seriousness.

Gavin nodded knowingly.

Clearly, this Father Hogan was not a Catholic at all; he was a Protestant priest whose doctrines were completely different from those of Catholicism.

This is understandable, given that the largest religious force in Texas is the Southern Baptist Church, a Protestant group with over 7,000 churches throughout the state, and 40 percent of Texas's local population are Protestant.

Moreover, Protestants only believe in the Triune God. They deny the sanctity of the Virgin Mary, refuse to intercede for saints and others, and believe that only baptism and communion are meaningful. Finally, they are extremely opposed to the existence of indulgences.

In short, the conflict between Protestants and Catholics is indeed significant, but that's not something Gavin is concerned about.

Gavin is currently more concerned about the problems of the people in front of him.

He nodded slightly to Father Hogan, then turned his gaze to the bound woman and asked softly.

“It seems Father Hogan gave you an explanation, my little Virgin Mary, so could you tell me what really happened?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin squatted down next to the woman and reached out to untie the ropes binding her.

During this process, Gavin took a special look at the woman's wrist to make sure there were no marks on it, and that the ropes binding her weren't even very tight.

The woman stared blankly at Gavin's face and whispered an explanation to him.

“Garvin, hello, I am Susan, Susan Garcia, the Baron’s milkmaid.”

“That…that guy you knocked out is called Manus. He’s the Baron’s nephew. He…he doesn’t really like you. He keeps referring to you as someone from the Richards region…uh…”

"A jackal, huh? Heh."

Gavin chuckled and released Susan's wrist, casually uttering the words that made her uneasy.

Susan quickly nodded and continued.

"Yes, that's what he's always called you, especially after we received your broadcast, he became even angrier."

"The Baron was very kind to us. He was a very gentle elder, and he was willing to take care of every cowboy under his command and their families, both before and after the apocalypse."

“My mother was the Baron’s milkmaid. I didn’t work for the Baron, but after the apocalypse, I escaped from my parents who had turned into zombies and came to the Baron’s house. The Baron still took me out of Leon and even gave me a lot of canned food in the church.”

"But... I'm sorry, Baron. I just like you too much. You're like my God. And I didn't get to know you from TV. I've been a fan of yours since the first year you won the Richards Region Revolver Rapid Fire Championship!"

"I've been a fan of yours for ten whole years, and I've watched you grow from the God of Revolvers in the Richards Region to the God of Sports in all of America. So when I heard about you, I... I begged the Baron to let me come and live with you!"

"and many more……"

Having heard this, Gavin had figured out the whole story, so he immediately turned around, looked at the unconscious Manus not far away, and asked.

"Susan, I'm so honored to have been reached out to you, a ten-year veteran fan. After all, most of the fans I've met in the past have been five years old."

"As for Manus, let me guess, there were originally only seven of you, but the Baron sent you here, along with two guys who were clearly capable of taking action. So, was he originally planning to bring everyone to join me?"

"how do you know!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Susan opened her mouth in surprise, then nodded admiringly.

Gavin let out a long sigh, then chuckled and patted Susan on the shoulder.

"I just remembered that too. Damn it, there are only a few of you. If I forcibly detain the three of you young and strong guys, the remaining four may not survive. Heaven knows how old they are."

"However, it's quite clear that in the choice of whether everyone should join me, there are some people who particularly dislike me, at least Manus is one of them, and Diana..."

Gavin glanced back at Diana, who was cautiously observing Manus, and then spoke to Susan.

"Diana liked Manus, didn't she?"

"Yes, my God, you're practically Sherlock Holmes!!!"

Susan gave Gavin a thumbs up, then excitedly and nervously grabbed his hand.

“Just like you said, Gavin, I was the first of us to decide to come to you, and then I got into a fight with Manus.”

“We are less than fifty kilometers away from you. I could have come yesterday afternoon, but Manus was particularly resistant to it, and the Baron’s attempts to reassure him were to no avail.”

"In the end, the Baron could only send Manus and Diana with me to your camp to conduct an inspection first. That's right, we're not here to cause trouble or make a deal, nor are we here to give me this gift. We're actually here to conduct an inspection!"

“But just over ten minutes after we left, Manus pulled the car over to the side of the road and tied me up.”

“He…he even tried to rape me. God, I can’t imagine what he could do, but Diana stopped him and persuaded him.”

"But when Diana persuaded Manus not to hurt me, she was also persuaded by Manus. Manus didn't want everyone to join you; he wanted to establish his own camp, he wanted to be the boss, and he even wanted to replace the Baron!"

"So, he gagged me and brought Diana here. We were really worried about the zombies in your farm town, but there weren't any. We actually got here safely?"

"In short, the Baron is not a bad person, Gavin, please believe me, the Baron is exceptionally kind, you'll know when you meet him... well, he just doesn't look very kind, and he has more scars on his face, but he's a true gentleman!"

"me……"

"Okay, I get it."

Upon hearing Susan's words, Gavin nodded knowingly and interrupted her.

Every woman, at the right time, will transform into at least a flock of quacking ducks.

Clearly, Susan had just reached the point where she was about to turn into a duck.

Gavin then helped Susan up and casually placed her hand in William's.

“William, take Susan home and settle her in.”

"Okay, boss!"

William immediately took Susan back to his room and handed her over to Winnie, who was there to greet him. Winnie, carrying a small floral pistol, helped Susan choose a room.

Meanwhile, Gavin, accompanied by the armed priest Carthage and Nikita, arrived at Diana and Manus's side.

Gavin looked at Manus expressionlessly, weighing how he should deal with him.

Moreover, he is still weighing who he should believe.

In the real world, outsiders cannot guarantee the truth or falsehood of any person's words. Faced with different statements, how to determine who is right and who is wrong is a difficult problem in itself.

Gavin then turned to Diana, whose eyes were filled with fear.

Pain certainly has some power, but love is even more powerful.

Gavin asked Diana softly.

"Diana, my girl, you look like you're not even twenty-four yet. When you find out the man you love wants to rape another woman, I feel so sorry for you. Do you feel like you've loved the wrong person?"

"No, he didn't. Manus was just too angry. He was drunk, he acted stupidly, that's all. He didn't hurt anyone, and he certainly wouldn't... wouldn't be seduced by some other bitch!"

In response to Gavin's words, Diana easily shifted the focus of her conversation to the matter of Manus and Susan.

This was exactly the result Gavin needed, so he grabbed Diana's shoulder and gave her a gentle twist.

Click!

"Ah... ah?"

Diana had barely uttered a cry when she felt her shoulder being reattached, and apart from the jerky pain from the muscle being pulled back and forth in her right shoulder, the intense stabbing pain from the joint finally disappeared.

While Diana was distracted, Gavin quickly spoke to her.

"I don't like how you call Susan. Even if she's just a fan of mine, I don't want my fan to be called a bitch by you and people like Manus!"

"But she's a whore, damn it! She does nothing all day long, doesn't raise cattle, doesn't milk cows, doesn't herd sheep, doesn't feed rabbits, doesn't cook, doesn't wash dishes, all she does is give Manus seductive looks. She even seduced the Baron! If she's not a whore, who is!"

Following Gavin's words, Diana, guided by him, continued to focus on her conflict with Susan.

Gavin nodded upon hearing Diana's statement; he had almost enough information.

Diana's description of Susan was indeed accurate. Susan had no scars on her body, and her hands had delicate and smooth skin, showing no signs of having worked, not even for two or three days.

Although the apocalypse has only lasted a few days, look at what the people who are really working hard are like. Bella's hands are always stained with ink, and Nikita is covered in injuries.

Even a little girl like Winnie had several sores on her palms from washing too many dishes and carrying too many egg cartons.

Modern people living in cities often have very fragile skin if they don't do any physical work.

Gavin once met a second-rate writer who used the pen name Half-Dead-Person. This guy stayed home all day writing, so much so that one day he only went out for two thousand steps, wearing slippers, and ended up with three big blisters on his feet...

In short, Diana was right; Susan certainly didn't look like she had ever done any work.

Thinking about it that way, the Baron is at least a decent person, because he actually tolerated Susan doing nothing...

Susan's words can also be trusted; the Baron is a good man, while Manus, who bound him, is definitely not.

However, in Diana's eyes, Susan had even seduced Manus. If such a thing really happened, then the claim that Manus wanted to rape Susan might not be such a serious matter.

Gavin couldn't help but suspect that the two had a past relationship, and he was even more suspicious that Susan, in order to emphasize that she had nothing to do with Manus, had exaggerated what Manus was going to do to her...

Because Manus didn't tie Susan very tightly with the ropes...

Oh, God……

Trust is always the most luxurious thing in the apocalypse.

Even the apocalypse is relatively mild, as people at that time don't have many conflicts of interest, only a lack of security.

If the apocalypse continues for a few more years, and as the material resources left over from modern civilization near disappear, then...

At that point, Gavin could no longer call the world the apocalypse, but rather the wasteland.

By then, how many strangers in the world will be trustworthy?

Thinking of this, Gavin sighed and then patted Diana on the shoulder.

"Does the Baron usually let Susan do no work? Maybe you're right, Susan has successfully seduced the Baron. Do you think they might have already slept together?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Baron is over sixty! And he's a really good man! God, unless Susan is a devil from hell, she can't possibly seduce an old gay man like the Baron..."

"Uh... sorry, forget what I said, I don't want to slander the Baron..."

"The Baron even said we should give Susan some time to recover. He also said that not everyone can immediately recover from the hardships of the apocalypse and the loss of family members!"

"The Baron also..."

"Stop, Diana! I want to ask you this seriously now: are your and Susan's assessments of the Baron accurate? Are you here to join me, or are you here on the Baron's orders to defy me? If it's the latter, then the Baron must die!"

Gavin suddenly interrupted Diana, who stared in astonishment, grabbed Gavin's arm, and knelt down to speak to him.

"No! The Baron only sent us to take a look; they even packed our bags!"

“If the three of us don’t get back by noon, they’ll be heading here by 4 p.m. at the latest. We… Manus…”

"enough."

Gavin interrupted Diana, grabbed her arm, and used the rope he had taken from Susan to tie Diana's hands and feet together.

After using a section of rope to tie up the unconscious Manus, Gavin easily lifted the two of them and spoke to Nikita and Carthage.

“Nikita, and Father, let’s take them to the dungeon first… Damn it, I really don’t want to call my basement a dungeon.”

"In any case, let them settle in there for a while. Anyway, the Baron will probably arrive this afternoon."

"Can't these damn doomsday people be a little more sincere? If Susan and Diana don't explain for the Baron, I might just bring a sniper team to his door this afternoon and blow his head off from hundreds of meters away, damn it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin grabbed the two men and dragged them straight to the dungeon.

Watching Gavin's retreating figure, Hogan remained silent for a long time before finally lowering his head, closing his eyes, clenching his hands, and performing a weekly gesture.

Nikita, however, raised her eyelids without any emotion and looked at Father Hogan's actions as she spoke.

"What, Father? Are you praying to your God that strangers in the apocalypse will be more sincere?"

"No, child, I am praying that I will always remain true to myself, because only we ourselves can save us, whether it is saving our lives or cleansing our souls."

After speaking, Father Hogan looked at the buildings surrounding the manor.

He observed for a long time, then spoke gently to Nikita.

"Child, don't you think our camp is lacking even the most basic church?"

“I think this is also a revelation from the Father. Perhaps I should use my own hands to collect materials, every blade of grass, every brick and tile, to rebuild the church in my heart in the future after the end of the world.”

"Don't worry, I won't bother you. It's my own job."

"This church may be very simple, but we need some simple things to truly let go of desires and find peace and hope for survival."

At this point, Father Hogan took a deep breath and then eagerly entered the manor.

As he walked through the doorway, he saw someone waiting by the door, speaking to Nikita with words of advice.

“I need to talk to Gavin about my pursuit, son. This matter should be approved by him. It’s not safe for you to be out there by yourself. Come back, come to safety.”

“Well, my mother and I are both from a family of potters, but listening to you, I think I should perhaps convert to Protestantism.”

Nikita said to Hogan thoughtfully.

"The only reason my mother took me to the Potter's House was because the Potter's House doesn't allow homosexuality. When I was little, my mother was very strict with me, but as I grew up, she worried that after she chased away many male suitors, I would fall in love with little girls instead..."

"And Father, I like you very much... The only one who can save himself is himself. If your church is ever completed, I will definitely go there to be baptized."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nikita walked into the manor and nodded solemnly to the priest.

Hearing Nikita's words, Father Hogan shook his head and chuckled as he spoke to her.

"If one has a heart that is devoted to faith, then what need is there for a church? Every believer can be a priest himself. He only needs to pray to the Father in his heart. Faith is far more important than form, my child."

"Hmm, I prefer Protestantism now~"

Nikita responded to Hogan with a smile.

Just as Nikita finished speaking, Old Feng's voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on her waist.

At the same time, the walkie-talkies of the second-floor sentry, Horst who was cleaning, and William, who was on guard in the lobby, also rang.

Amidst the overlapping voices, Old Feng spoke quickly and clearly. "Boss, someone has cut a big hole in our farm fence. It's located on the edge of the pasture directly north of the farm. There are also tire tracks from two motorcycles in the damaged area, extending towards the forest."

"Because of the heavy rain last night, the surface soil of the farm was slippery, and Kelvin and I easily chased it to the edge of the forest, but we didn't know whether we should go into the forest."

At this point, the voice on the walkie-talkie stopped.

A moment later, Gavin's voice rang out.

"Don't go in. You and Kelvin patrol the area for a while. I'll go check it out later. Maybe the survivors who broke through the fence will find us on their own."

"If we don't find anything, I'll send Martin into the forest this afternoon to check. That's all for now. Be careful."

After saying this, Gavin tossed Diana and Manus aside and then went to Jose, whose face was filled with terror.

Seeing Gavin rush over, Jose swallowed hard and said to Gavin with great anxiety.

“Holy Son, the people who damaged your farm fence were definitely not ours. We didn’t come from the north at all, we…”

"Shut up, I know you didn't do it, you piece of shit!"

Gavin cursed and kicked Jose again, sending him flying. He then grabbed Jose by the collar, pulled him close, and stared coldly at the Olympic flame scar on Jose's face before speaking to him.

"Tell me the exact location of your Holy Fire Cult's current stronghold. Since it's underground, do you use any special codes when entering and exiting the underground casino?"

"No code words? Good heavens, it's the end of the world, there's hardly anyone around, how could we possibly come up with code words!"

Jose instinctively answered Gavin, but as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes widened as if he had thought of something that terrified him.

He quickly swallowed and continued speaking to Gavin.

“Although there are no coded messages, our faces are the coded message; we have scars on our faces, Saint…”

"Don't fucking call me Holy Son, that title disgusts me!"

Gavin punched Jose hard in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Upon seeing this, Gavin was slightly taken aback, then cursed and shook José awake.

Then, looking at José, whose fear was growing, he continued to ask, word by word.

"Tell me about your pope. What, was he your pope before the end of the world?"

"No, Saint... I'm sorry, I was wrong, please don't hit me, Boss Gavin!"

Jose was about to reply with "Son of God" when he quickly changed his mind.

Seeing that Gavin didn't continue beating him, he endured the pain, moved his jaw a couple of times, and said to Gavin tremblingly.

"Our current Pope is our original saint, that's right, she was the most beautiful of the thirteen saints, and also the one closest to God!"

"After the zombie apocalypse broke out, we believers didn't gather together. It was the Holy Maiden... who is now the Pope, who called us one by one. She called more than three thousand numbers before she finally got us together..."

"Wait, more than three thousand numbers..."

Jose's words startled Gavin, who instinctively asked a question.

"Isn't she afraid that when she calls you, she'll kill the people who still have a chance to hide and survive?"

"Of course not! How could the Pope harm us? We, like the Pope, are protected by God... Ughhhhh!!!"

Before José could finish his argument, Gavin slammed his elbow into José's ribs, and with a crisp cracking sound, José's scream immediately rose to the heavens.

At the same time as José screamed, in the basement not far away...

"Ahhh!"

"My God, what is that?!"

Diana and Manus, who had already woken up, were also startled and screamed...

The three people's overlapping shouts made Gavin chuckle.

"damn it."

Gavin yelled angrily, then pulled out a claw hammer and slammed it down in front of Diana and Manus's cell door.

“If either of you makes another sound, I’ll smash your fingers and toes with this hammer, and then gouge out your eyes and put them on your skulls!”

"Gaga!!!"

As Gavin finished speaking, the raven cawed twice in unison, a sound that immediately silenced Diana and Manus.

A few seconds later, Diana's voice, trembling with tears, cautiously drifted out.

"Gavin... Boss Gavin... Manus is scared to death, sob sob... he..."

"Then let him pee to his heart's content. Damn it, most of those who are all bark and no bite are cowards. They can only use fierceness to cover up their timid souls. Let him pee to his heart's content!"

After Gavin yelled, he reached out and took out the map from his pocket, spreading it out in the basement.

He grabbed José of the Holy Fire Cult, pulled him to the front of the map, pointed to Stephenville's location, and asked.

"Give me the exact address of the underground casino."

"I……?"

After being given such an order by Gavin, José gasped for breath, clutching his chest, and spoke.

"I can't read a map, I've never been to school, I..."

"Jose, don't think I'll kill you just because I got your address. I still need you to show me the way."

Gavin suddenly interrupted José and emphasized to him.

Upon hearing this, Jose froze for a moment, then awkwardly looked into Gavin's eyes.

But Gavin just looked at him calmly, leaving him unsure of Gavin's thoughts.

After nearly ten seconds of silence, Jose took a deep breath, raised his hand and pressed it on the map at a point about six kilometers from Stephenwell, and said softly.

"Augan Cemetery, we're below Augan Cemetery, we enter through... a secret entrance to a burial chamber within the cemetery, that chamber has three crosses on its roof, only it has three crosses..."

"Fake..."

Upon hearing this answer, Gavin couldn't help but take a deep breath and curse.

"You fucking emptied out the cemetery?!"

"No, it's not a cemetery, it's a family cemetery, we..."

"Fuck your family cemetery is still a cemetery! You Holy Fire Cult also believe in God, right? Does your God teach you to dig graves? You piece of shit!"

Gavin chuckled as he marked something on the map, then put the map away and picked up the rope binding Jose.

"Come on, buddy, I'll take you outside to see the sun one last time!"

Gavin finally smiled, while José was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, and he howled at Gavin like a pig being slaughtered.

"No! No! I don't want to see the sun. Please, just lock me up here. Even if you don't give me food, I don't want to see the sun again. Please... Ouch... It hurts!"

Before he could finish speaking, his head hit the door.

Gavin ignored what he was saying and dragged the pig-like Jose into the hall.

When Gavin arrived in the hall, the butler Thomas, Nikita, Anthony from the National Guard, and William were already waiting for him.

Upon seeing Gavin return on his own, Nikita gave him a strange look and asked him a question.

"Sir, where is Father Hogan? He just came looking for you. Didn't you see him?"

"Huh? The priest came looking for me? I didn't see him."

Gavin asked curiously as well, then gave William a cautious look and said...

"William, go find our priest. Be careful!"

"I understand, boss!"

William immediately drew his pistol and headed towards the botanical garden in the direction Nikita was pointing, then slowly and cautiously searched along the way.

As William left, José pleaded with the crowd around him while Gavin was in his arms.

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to his pleas, not even the newcomer Anthony.

Gavin swaggered off, carrying the screaming José, and rode off towards the stables on Octavian's back.

While riding his horse, Gavin pulled out a gas mask and put it on before arriving at the house where the mushroom zombies were being held.

Gavin gently knocked on the door, and the footsteps coming from inside made him freeze instantly.

"what happened?"

Gavin muttered something under his breath, then quickly tossed José aside and pulled out his claw hammer.

Holding the hammer, he opened the stable door and peeked inside.

With just one glance, he saw that the zombie, which had been tightly bound, was now freed from its ropes and covered in rotting marks that looked like mushrooms, clinging to the door and straining against it!

The sight sent a chill down Gavin's spine. He immediately kicked open the door and, while the zombie was being sent flying, regained control of it.

I took a closer look at the zombie's pajamas. Damn it, because of the mushrooms, the zombie's pajamas were covered in rotten marks.

Gavin glanced again at the rope not far away...

Sure enough, the ropes had long been completely surrounded by fungi, and were corroded and broken in more than one way...

You know, those are the ropes cowboys use to lasso horses and cattle. These ropes are much stronger than simple hemp ropes!
But in just a few days, even the sturdy ropes used for lassoing horses have been corroded into this state by the fungal hyphae that erupted when the zombies were pinned to one spot?
After confirming the situation, Gavin almost choked on his breath.

He continued to hold his breath and exert all his strength, breaking the zombie's limbs and breaking all its teeth with a claw hammer!
Then, Gavin threw the zombie, which had turned into a limp mess and seemed to have lost all its energy even when it was wriggling, into a corner and found new ropes to tie it up again.

Immediately afterwards, Gavin dragged the horrified Jose into the stable, tied him to another corner, and made him stare blankly at the limp zombie.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, José suddenly let out a loud shout.

"No! No! I... Waaaaaah?!"

Before Jose could finish speaking, Gavin grabbed a rag from his pocket and gagged Jose.

After confirming that José was properly bound, Gavin, before he had run out of breath, trotted out of the stable and mounted his horse.

It wasn't until Octavian had run several hundred meters that Gavin took off his gas mask and hung it at the entrance to the riding area, then took a deep breath.

Gavin doesn't intend to keep someone like Jose around, and the biggest reason is that he's a cult member!

Even if he's an ice skater, even if he committed a crime before the apocalypse, even if he's been to prison, as long as he shows he can basically control himself, Gavin might not mind setting up a labor camp in the camp and making him work himself to the bone to squeeze out his last bit of value.

But Gavin could not trust cult members, especially core cult members like him who had scars on their faces long ago!
Even drug addicts have predictable logic, which Gavin could decipher, and thus he was confident that he could control himself.

But cult members...

Unless Gavin himself is a madman, he absolutely cannot understand what a madman with a cult-influenced mind is thinking, or what he might do at any moment!
Of course, cults also have their contributions; Gavin still has many experiments to conduct.

For example, wouldn't a high concentration of zombie fungal spores in the environment turn living people directly into zombies?
Or, for example, whether the mushrooms growing on zombies are still edible.

Gavin certainly didn't want to eat the mushrooms on the zombies. The key point is that the mushrooms growing on the zombies are hazel mushrooms, which are ubiquitous and look exactly like other hazel mushrooms.

That is, the honey fungus that is found all over the world!
So even if Gavin could forbid the people in the camp from eating mushrooms, he would at least have to conduct a concrete experiment and tell the results to everyone who listened to his broadcast.

Humanity's once glorious civilization can no longer withstand any more hardships. Gavin is willing to do his best to find out any information that may save more lives.

After all, he is also a member of the human race.

Even if the emergence of cults once again demonstrates the duality of human nature.

But Gavin is still a human being.

He is also a crucial figure among the last inheritors and promoters of human civilization!
With this in mind, Gavin shook off his stressed expression and rode back to the front of the manor.

Seeing him return, Thomas stepped forward and respectfully asked him.

"Sir, what should we do next? Should we go and check the damage to the fence that Mr. Feng reported?"

"Okay, I'll take Anthony with me!"

As Gavin answered Thomas's question, he turned to Anthony, who was standing not far away.

He wanted to use their joint actions to gradually test Anthony's character and thus determine how much trust he should give Anthony.

If this were the Eastern Kingdom, Gavin wouldn't be too stingy with his trust based on his military uniform alone.

But this is America, and everyone knows how many bastards are mixed in with the soldiers here!

Upon hearing this, Thomas narrowed his eyes knowingly, then turned to look at Anthony.

Anthony nodded noncommittally, shaking his long beard as he spoke.

"No problem, as long as you let me know what I'm shooting at, I won't be stingy with my bullets, and I'll know exactly what I'm supposed to do!"

"Your camp is fucking awesome! Father Revolver was right, I definitely made the right choice coming here!"

"There are so many fine wines here that I can't even count them all. Oh, by the way, I just got a bottle of Kimberley whisky. The butler said you wouldn't mind, is that right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Anthony pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his pocket and waved it at Gavin.

Seeing this, Gavin smiled and shook his head.

"Why should I care about that? As long as you don't get so drunk that you point a gun at my head, you'll definitely come back alive with me, buddy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin patted Anthony on the shoulder, almost knocking Anthony to the ground.

As Anthony staggered, he was both surprised by Gavin's strength and apprehensive about Gavin's words.

If I don't point the gun at him, I can come back myself...

So if he points his gun at him, he has to die?
"Gudong..."

Anthony swallowed hard, then patted his chest casually.

"Only dog ​​shit would aim at its own people!"

After saying that, Anthony opened the whiskey bottle, took a swig, and then waved the bottle at Gavin.

"Want a bite, big star?"

"Of course!"

Without hesitation, Gavin took the bottle, downed half of it in one gulp, and then, reeking of alcohol, tossed it back to Anthony.

Anthony caught the bottle, grinned, and said.

"Haha, I like you. It's a pity you're not in our unit, but you're still fighting for Texas. Gavin, you're my boss now!"

Amidst laughter, Anthony, gun in hand, followed Gavin's footsteps. They were about to leave the manor to find Old Feng and the other man to search for the fence vandal.

Gavin's walkie-talkie rang again.

"Aha, boss, it's Eugene. Can you hear me?"

Okay, this time it was Eugene's voice. Gavin quickly checked his watch and realized it was almost eleven o'clock.

So he spoke up in response.

"It's me, Eugene. Are you all safe?"

"It's perfectly safe, and I brought back the searchlight you requested. We're only about 60 kilometers from the manor. As for the zombies in the prison, they're far from being wiped out, but the prison is naturally divided into sections, making our operation very easy."

Eugene proudly introduced it to Gavin, who nodded in satisfaction and continued speaking to Eugene.

"That's great, Eugene. You've returned just in time. You might even see the Apaches in person soon. I contacted three air force personnel this morning, and they're approaching us in Apaches. Our camp needs armed helicopters too..."

"Wait, boss, are you sure it was the Air Force that contacted you?!"

Before Gavin could finish speaking, Eugene suddenly froze, then nervously yelled at Gavin over the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, the Air Force doesn't have any Apaches! Not a single one! And an Apache can't even seat three people!"

(End of this chapter)