Doomsday America

Chapter 157 Susan is truly a talent (10k)

On the other hand, there's the Indian reservation, near the oil fields.

Steve and Martin carried the last canister of liquid carbon dioxide into the car, then leaned back and wearily smoked.

Seeing the two men smoking, the fisherman Kelvin walked up to them, glanced at his watch, and said...

"It's almost eleven o'clock, Captain Steve, shouldn't we go home?"

"We actually moved nearly seven tons of cargo by hand today, and it was a heavy oil tank that is particularly inconvenient to move. Damn it, we are simply superhuman."

At this point, fisherman Kelvin couldn't help but rub his hair.

He was actually just an office staff member, but they were short-staffed today, so they transferred him to the field work.

He also got to experience the work of field staff. Tsk tsk, it was really tiring. He sat in the car for nearly two hours, and then carried goods for more than an hour. This morning was simply too exciting.

Listening to Kelvin's words, Steve exhaled a puff of smoke, then grabbed the walkie-talkie and spoke to the fisherman Kelvin.

"Kelvin, even if we go back now, we won't be able to have lunch anyway."

"So I'm afraid I should contact Eugene to see if they've finished their work."

“If they haven’t finished yet, then we have to help them out and clear out the prison as soon as possible. It will definitely help the boss’s plan.”

Before Kelvin could comment, Steve turned on the walkie-talkie and spoke.

"Hey Eugene, this is Steve. How's the job going?"

After all, the distance between the oil field and the prison is only about ten kilometers, and walkie-talkies can still be used normally within this distance.

Upon hearing Steve's words, Eugene, who was sniping zombies, grinned and picked up the walkie-talkie to reply to Steve.

"We did a fantastic job. The Indian prison has very strong internal security. You know what internal security is, right? It means that when this prison was first built, the focus of its defense was on preventing the bastards inside from escaping!"

"So, although there are many zombies here, we only need to set up sniper camps on the perimeter, and we can take them down one by one according to the prison's divisions."

"I admit there were some risky moments in the process, but overall, prison is like a shooting range, full of beautiful moving targets, haha~"

Amidst the laughter, Eugene looked at the two people beside him.

Although Anthony, a member of the National Guard, was not particularly skilled with sniper rifles, he was still a gunner with some experience and his accuracy was decent.

As for Adriana, well, after firing over seventy sniper bullets and killing about twenty zombies, this woman lay down to rest with her arms crossed.

It's clear that although Adriana is fierce and extremely bloodthirsty, her physical abilities aren't much better than Nikita's.

While Eugene was observing the team's situation, Steve raised the walkie-talkie towards his team members and laughed.

"Hey guys, they're still not done yet. Looks like they need some support from us."

"What do you guys think? Should we leave them behind and go home alone, or should we give our field crews some amazing support, like a divine intervention?"

At this point, Steve's gaze swept over Martin, the fisherman Kelvin, and Diana, one of the Baron's henchmen.

Meeting Steve's gaze, Diana pursed her lips.

Actually, she was already a little tired, after all, she had never done this kind of work before, moving liquid carbon dioxide pressure tanks.

However, Diana eventually nodded.

Because she felt she was a newcomer, and a newcomer who had caused Gavin some trouble, at this critical juncture, if she refused the action team leader Steve's offer...

She was worried that she would become estranged from the other members of the field team.

Diana nodded and said...

"Of course we should go support them, Captain Steve, uh... wait?"

At this point, Diana suddenly paused, then chuckled twice before continuing her teasing.

"When I call you Captain Steve, I can't help but feel like I'm calling Captain America, haha~"

"Yeah, that's right, especially with Steve and you, Diana, all mixed together, I always feel like I'm making a Marvel and DC crossover movie~"

Martin chuckled in response, then patted Steve on the shoulder.

"Steve~"

Martin said softly.

"We came here in a convoy with that idiot redhead Eugene, so we should have gone back together."

"Let's go, let me practice my archery at the shooting range Eugene mentioned. Anyway, even if we go back now, we won't make it to lunchtime, so we might as well go home together and maybe we can even have a couple of drinks together~"

At this point, Martin and Diana turned their attention to the fisherman Kelvin.

Meeting the gazes of the three, what could Kelvin say? He could only nod and smile in agreement.

"You're right~"

Steve then threw away his cigarette butt, drove his heavy truck, and led his team to the vicinity of the prison.

From a distance, Steve could hear gunfire coming from all directions. Following the direction of the gunfire, he parked his car next to the Kerberus Shield, jumped out of the car, and asked Eugene, who was sniping.

"Tsk tsk, Eugene, I thought you'd still go for the long-range sniping thing, but it turns out you're only 300 meters from the prison?"

"You're talking nonsense, Steve. I'm not some sniper maniac who only knows how to chase distance. Anyway, the zombies in the prison can't escape even if they hear gunshots, so why would I deliberately make things difficult for myself?"

Eugene replied with a curse, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

As he smoked, he pointed to the prison in the distance and explained to Steve.

"See for yourself, buddy. I've basically taken care of most of the zombies that are active outside the prison. There are only about thirty zombies left in the playground."

"Once we deal with the zombies outside, we'll have to storm the interior!"

"Honestly, I'd rather hide outside the prison and slowly shoot them than rush inside and face the zombies hiding in the building head-on."

"But what can I do? Gavin begged me to do him a favor, and I can't go against his request, so I have no choice but to work my ass off for him."

"What about you? Do you want to come with me? Let's clear out the remaining zombies on the playground first, and then storm in together?"

"Of course!"

When Eugene asked him a question, Steve simply nodded.

"The reason I brought this team here is to help you, you slowpoke! Let's take care of the last thirty-odd zombies first, then we'll eat something and prepare to attack the prison building!"

As he spoke, Steve drew his rifle and lay down at the spot that Eugene had found, which could barely be considered a high vantage point.

Beside him, Martin and the others lay sprawled on the ground, while Diana lay down next to Adriana and nudged her side with her elbow.

"Hey friend, everyone's at war, how come you can sleep so soundly?"

"Ok?"

After being abruptly jolted awake by Diana, Adriana yawned and then looked in surprise at the sudden increase in the number of people.

After confirming that Steve and the others had joined, she loosened her grip on the knife, which she had instinctively tightened, and spoke to Diana.

"You have no right to question what I'm doing. I've already used up almost all my strength!"

As she spoke, Adriana lifted her shoulder, showing everyone her swollen shoulder and half a fistula.

Not far away, the fisherman Kelvin couldn't help but roll his eyes, then moved his rifle, aimed at a zombie, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the remaining zombies in the playground fell to the ground one after another.

They continued to storm the extremely high walls of the Indian prison until their deaths.

But it was clear that the number of zombies remaining in the playground was simply not enough to build a human ladder that could cross the high wall.

After all, zombies don't know how to build scientific and professional human ladders; all they know how to do is swarm together to one place and climb onto their companions one after another.

In just four or five minutes, there were no living zombies left on the playground.

After taking a quick look through the binoculars, Eugene stood up, holding his rifle, and addressed the group.

"Anyone with mediocre marksmanship should switch to shotguns, and whatever you do, don't point them at your own people!"

"I know most of you aren't professional soldiers, but if any of you accidentally shoot a bullet into one of your own men's asses, I'll definitely shove my big gun up his ass too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene went to the car and found a troll.

In indoor environments, shotguns are far more effective at taking down zombies than rifles.

Seeing this, the seven of them switched to shotguns and then got into the car with Eugene and Steve.

The two drove to the front gate of the prison, and the seven men got out of the car and watched as Eugene pushed open the prison gate.

As the door opened again, Adrian spat in annoyance.

"Pah, I fucking hate this awful place!"

Adriana couldn't help but curse.

Upon hearing this, Eugene grinned, raised his hand, and patted her bottom.

"You need to change your perspective, you little bitch. You're back this time to send every single one of them to hell. Doesn't that make you feel a bit better?"

"Ha, maybe, but I'd much rather send the warden to hell!"

Adriana responded and then led the way, guiding everyone past the scattered zombie corpses to the gate leading to the prison guard building.

Looking at the gate in front of him, Eugene couldn't help but purse his lips.

"Damn it, there are no searchlights upstairs, so I didn't try to pry open this door yesterday. Does anyone here know how to pick locks, or do I still have to rely on myself?"

"Tch, don't portray yourself as indispensable, you idiot."

Martin walked up with a sneer, pulled out a shotgun, aimed it at the door latch, and fired a shot.

boom!
After the gunshot rang out, the door bolt broke.

Prison security is designed to keep inmates out, so the locks on the doors of the prison guard building are just ordinary locks.

As the door bolt broke, Anthony, the gunner, leaned against the door with his shotgun, listened cautiously for a moment, and then spoke to the others.

"There are at least a dozen footsteps inside. Does this prison have that many guards? It seems we've already taken out at least twenty guards!"

"This……"

Hearing Anthony's question, the fisherman Kelvin pondered for a moment before speaking to Anthony.

"Perhaps it's because this prison received support from the state government?"

"Only purely private prisons without any support will consider the issue of cost and profit and reduce the number of prison guards as much as possible."

"And if they received support from the state government, the warden would probably include all his dogs in the prison guard team to earn a salary from the state government."

"Ha, damn America, screw Texas!"

Hearing Kelvin's guess, Eugene couldn't help but curse.

Steve then snapped his fingers and gave instructions to everyone.

"Martin, open the door. Everyone, step back and get ready to fire."

"Roger that, Captain Steve. Wow, that's a cool name. Watch me unleash an Avengers-style justice mine on that zombie!"

Energetic and lean Anthony laughed as he pulled out a grenade, while Martin kicked open the door, exposing the prison guard building's lobby to everyone.

At that moment, six or seven disheveled zombies rushed into the hall, while more zombies were tumbling down the stairs behind them.

Seeing this, Anthony pulled the pin on the grenade, waited a moment, and then casually threw it out.

Boom!
After a loud bang, the grenade exploded right in the middle of the zombie horde, instantly rendering at least five zombies unable to fight.

Eugene froze, staring at the floor shattered by the grenade, and suddenly roared at Anthony.

"Fuck you, Anthony! The boss is going to use this place as a base, so don't use grenades, those destructive things, you piece of shit!"

"Oops, I forgot. I'll be more careful from now on."

Anthony laughed and shook his head, then charged into the hall with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

Boom!

Facing the zombies charging towards him, he easily blew their heads off with two shots, then pointed to the stairs on either side of the left.

"I'll be in charge of the left staircase!"

"Then I'll go to the right."

Steve responded, then drew his gun and aimed it at the zombie rolling down the stairs on the right, blowing its head off with a single shot.

While the two men were firing at the stairs, Eugene, holding his shotgun, yawned boredly and laughed.

"Tsk tsk, your efficiency is really impressive. I even think the boss could give us a special forces designation, like a zombie extermination squad~"

"That's fucking awful!"

Hunter Martin couldn't help but curse at Eugene, then listened intently for a moment before suddenly bursting into a tirade.

"Watch out, there are dogs coming down the stairs on the left. It sounds like there are at least five of them, mostly German Shepherds and Rottweilers, and I think there's a pit bull too?"

As they spoke, Martin drew his gun and came to Anthony's side to provide additional firepower.

Diana and the fisherman Kelvin made the same choice.

With four shotguns in front of them, the five dogs exploded one by one, while Steve and Eugene blocked the right staircase and dealt with the last two zombies that tumbled down the stairs.

Seeing that there were no more zombie sounds in the hall, Eugene looked at the nineteen corpses lying on the ground and took a breath.

"Hiss... Damn it, my favorite part of the game is over. Now we're going to face ambushers and entrenched enemies that could be hiding in any corner."

"You've all read the zombie survival manual, right? I guarantee there's not a single exaggeration in the boss's book. So, in the upcoming operation, be careful around every corner and through every door. I don't want to go back to the boss with casualties; I can't afford to lose face like that!"

After he finished speaking, Eugene pointed to the stairs on the right and continued.

"Steve, Adriana, the three of us go to the right, the rest of you go to the left, explore the house floor by floor until the whole house is cleared out!"

"That's right!"

Steve nodded in agreement.

"Don't let your guard down, guys. The guardhouse is just a minor issue; the real challenge is the prison itself. Don't let me see you make a fool of yourself!"

With that, Steve and Eugene, one in front and one behind, led Adriana, who was constantly moving her shoulders, upwards, exploring each room one by one.

Watching the three disappear, the fisherman Kelvin couldn't help but frown and ask with amusement.

"What the hell is this, guys? Why are those two team leaders acting together?"

"Haha, don't fucking worry about that. Once there are more and more guys in the camp, each of us will be able to lead at least one action team. Those two are just letting us get used to it in advance."

Martin patted Kelvin on the shoulder with a smile, but his words made Kelvin shake his head in regret.

"That's you guys, Martin, because you're all field agents, but I'm an office agent. I just want to help you protect our homeland; I have no intention of becoming a captain."

"Tch, stop bragging, you fisherman. You think I don't know what you're up to? You just want to stay home and fish, and maybe keep watch while you're fishing, you bastard!"

Anthony, the gunner, interrupted Kelvin's boasting, then strode up the stairs, skillfully peering out and taking up a favorable position to observe the entire corridor.

The prison guard building is not very tall, only three stories high, with fewer than twelve rooms on each floor.

Thus, the seven-person team split into two groups and officially began their exploration of the prison.

Meanwhile, the seven-man squad continued to clear out the ambushers and lingers in each room.

On the other hand, Gavin's Knight XV.

Looking at Lake Richards, Scarface Barn couldn't help but grit his teeth. The road leading to the bridge across the lake reminded him of the painful ordeal he had just experienced yesterday.

Noticing Barn's expression, Father Hogan glanced at his watch, then reassuringly grasped Barn's wrist.

"child."

Father Hogan spoke in a gentle tone.

"Don't dwell on the past. Although we can look back, we can only move forward. So let's think more about what we'll have for lunch."

At this point, Father Hogan released Barn and gave him one last encouraging look.

Meeting the priest's gaze, Barn took a deep breath and then nodded heavily.

"Thank you, Father. I know all that is in the past, and my love and I are still alive. That's enough!"

"As for what to have for lunch, wow, it's already 1:30! Hopefully, everyone has eaten our lunch!"

Barn forced a joke, then turned to look out the window. Hearing Barn's words, Nikita smiled and whispered to him.

"Barn, have you forgotten? We're working with the boss. Even if we forget someone else, we'll never forget the boss's lunch!"

"Ha, indeed, it feels great to be by the boss's side. Not only is it easy to get things done, but I don't even have to worry about logistics~"

Barn gave Nikita a forced smile, and while he was talking, ZT, who was sharing a seat with Father Hogan, looked at his watch and said...

"Do we have a cook in our camp, boss? I don't want to eat ordinary cold canned food, even if it's heated up, it still doesn't taste very good!"

"Of course we have chefs, and we have more than one reliable chef!"

Gavin agreed and then took out his walkie-talkie.

"Sean, you can take your men back first and tell everyone we've arrived. Have Doris prepare lunch for us."

"Roger that, sir!"

Sean responded with a hiccup, then flew away in his plane.

Not long after, in front of the manor.

Thomas, Madison, and William stood in front of the manor to welcome Gavin's return.

After getting off the car, Gavin looked around and saw that there were noticeably fewer people in the manor. He then asked Thomas a question.

"Where is the Baron and his entourage? They're a group of elderly people, so they're quite conspicuous. But it seems like a few of them are missing?"

"Sir, after discussing it with Madison and Mr. William, I have allowed the Baron and his party to return to their farm and bring back as many of their dogs and horses as possible."

Thomas agreed, then pulled the two nervous figures behind him in front of Gavin.

Gavin immediately looked at the two figures. They were actually two newcomers. It seemed that Thomas, who had been staying at home, had not come away empty-handed.

Thomas then began to introduce himself to Gavin.

"By the way, sir, these two are survivors who came from San Antonio; they are a couple."

"San Antonio?"

Gavin was taken aback, so he shook hands with the two nervous men and then asked them a question.

"San Antonio isn't far from here, I'm truly honored that you two made it all the way here. I can feel your trust in me."

“Uh… Boss Gavin, we don’t actually believe what you’re saying is true, but we have no other choice. San Antonio is long gone, and we haven’t met any other survivors along the way. We can only come here!”

The man in the couple said regretfully to Gavin, and Gavin patted the man's shoulder understandingly.

"In any case, you've made it here. I hope you can get used to life at the camp as soon as possible!"

"Thomas, arrange for them to rest, and have them read the zombie survival manual and the camp's regulations. I have another survivor here, but we don't need to arrange anything for him, since he's a DJ and we happen to have a radio. Oh, and let ZT have a meal with us first, then you can take him to find a room."

As they were talking, Gavin also introduced zt to everyone.

As the newlyweds got to know each other, Gavin took off his gloves and casually placed his weapon on the sofa.

While setting up the weapons, Gavin continued to ask Madison questions.

"Old Mike, neither Eugene nor Steve's teams have returned?"

"That's right, boss, they haven't come back yet, but I don't think there's anything to worry about. There are seven of them. Even if they run into trouble, at least one or two of them will drive back to report!"

Madison began to explain to Gavin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded knowingly.

“Indeed, since none of them have returned with news, they must not be finished yet. I guess the two teams may have moved together, which is a good thing.”

As they were talking, Gavin led his team up to the second floor and sat down at the dining table by himself.

Winnie, holding her tray, defiantly placed it in front of Gavin.

Seeing Winnie looking at Nikita with a defiant gaze, Gavin chuckled and raised his hand to give Winnie's head a good rub.

Gavin said to her as he ruffled her hair.

"Don't be so aggressive, kid. You know how good Nikita is to you~"

"Aha, I know too much. I also know that the only one who makes me angry is you, boss, and I'm not angry with Nikita at all, you big jerk~"

Winnie rolled her eyes at Gavin with a chuckle, and then, in a slightly offensive gesture, tugged at Gavin's stubble.

Well, Gavin hasn't shaved since the storm, and some stubble has started to appear.

Watching the kid interacting intimately with Gavin, Nikita took a deep breath and then grabbed the kid's wrist.

Feeling Nikita's movement, Winnie froze abruptly, and her gaze towards Nikita was now tinged with apprehension.

Meeting Winnie's hesitant gaze, Nikita pursed her lips, leaned closer, and whispered to Winnie.

"You're still too young, kid. Wait a little longer, you'll grow up eventually."

"I know, it's awful, I'm starting to hate being a kid!"

Winnie nodded helplessly, then took Gavin's arm, sat on Gavin's lap, and fed him while complaining incessantly.

"Being a child is so awful! Even if the world were ending, I still couldn't escape studying. Teacher Hela is so responsible!"

"And Hela is a big liar. She clearly said she wouldn't give me homework, but every time she sees me, she gives me random questions. It's even more annoying than doing homework!"

"Although the manor is quite large, I still keep running into him. How am I supposed to know how the function is solved? Who discovered the function anyway?!"

"And you, you bastard boss, you've been on my mind all the time lately. You're so mean, how can you be so handsome? You're the reason I can't concentrate on my studies, you deserve to die!"

At this point, Winnie opened her mouth unhappily and bit Gavin's shoulder hard.

Gavin chuckled, grabbed Winnie, and tossed her into Nikita's arms.

As for Winnie, how could Gavin not understand? After all, Winnie was already a middle school student.

Which junior high student hasn't had a school romance? How could Gavin not understand the impact of school romances on grades?
However, this is just the beginning of her feelings. Once Winnie gets through this period, she'll probably settle down, especially with Professor Hela keeping an eye on her.

Watching Gavin, Nikita, and Winnie interact from the side.

zt couldn't help but grin and leaned closer to Father Hogan.

"Pastor, hehe, I thought only you guys liked kids, I didn't expect the boss to be like that too~"

"Stop spouting nonsense, or I'll blow your head off with this blessed crucifix!"

Father Hogan raised his hand and tapped ZT's head hard.

zt laughed and dodged Father Hogan's hand, continuing to stuff the stew into his mouth.

On the side, after arranging the room for the newlyweds.

Thomas came to Gavin's side and whispered to him.

"Sir, the two survivors have been settled. As usual, we will allow them to rest and contemplate the future."

"Besides that, there's one more thing I want to say, and that's about Susan!"

Thomas let out a breath, then sat down not far from Gavin, resting his hands on the table as he looked at Gavin.

Seeing Thomas's slightly displeased expression, Gavin reached out and grabbed a spoonful of mushroom soup that Winnie was about to feed him. While drinking his own soup, he asked Thomas.

"Susan? The woman the Baron brought here as a gift? What happened to her?"

"She was punished, and it was my decision to punish her. I forbade her from having lunch!"

Thomas explained it simply.

"Because she completely skipped the work this morning, I arranged for her and the Baron's group to come with me to manage the botanical garden and develop a plan to convert it into a hydroponic facility."

“But she only stayed with me for about twenty minutes before she took the opportunity to go to the toilet and never came back.”

"At noon, she came down from the roof with the blacksmith Manus and the mechanic Wells."

"Although Manus vouched for Susan's participation in the welding of searchlights, I still punished Susan by not allowing her to eat lunch. I don't know if you would allow me to do this."

Thomas then waited quietly for Gavin to make his decision.

Gavin chuckled and nodded, then spoke.

"That bastard Manus really doesn't learn his lesson. How could he have forgotten how Susan slandered him yesterday? What an idiot."

"As for your decision, you made the right one, because fixing searchlights wasn't a job I assigned her!"

“I don’t care what she did, or whether she helped or caused trouble for Manus’s group.”

"In short, she disobeyed my arrangements, and that's enough for her to be punished."

"Thomas, you did a good job, especially in reporting to me."

"You seem to really enjoy being a butler, so try your best to become an even better butler!"

After saying that, Gavin reached out and patted Thomas's arm. Thomas nodded with satisfaction, then got up from the table and stood quietly behind Gavin.

Seeing Thomas's actions, Gavin pondered for a moment before speaking to Thomas.

"Thomas, call Manus the blacksmith, Wells the mechanic, and Susan to come see me."

"Yes, sir."

Thomas immediately nodded and left, while Gavin took the opportunity to eat heartily.

A few minutes later, Wells, his face beaming with joy, appeared before Gavin along with a nervous Manus and Susan.

As they arrived, Father Hogan and Barn at the nearby table stopped eating and silently left the table.

After a slight pause, zt picked up his plate, left the table, and followed Father Hogan toward the hall.

At the same time, Gavin raised his hand and gently tapped the table, then slowly raised his head to look at the anxious Manus and the other man.

Meeting their uneasy gazes, Gavin turned to Wells and said softly.

"Wells, how's it feeling to have a girl working with you guys?"

"It feels pretty bad, and it makes me think of my lover, my boss."

Wells grinned.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded and then asked him a question.

"Really? Was your work progress delayed this morning?"

"Uh, no, boss. When that girl was around, Manus was incredibly motivated, practically doing the work of two people. There were eight searchlights in total, and now only two are left to finish..."

In the morning, Wells didn't really like the feeling of Susan sleeping in their vicinity.

But Wells wasn't one to talk nonsense, so he didn't hide the fact that Manus's work was progressing faster.

Having received the answer from Wells, Gavin nodded knowingly.

Clearly, there is some truth to the saying that men and women working together makes the work easier.

But this is no excuse for Susan to escape punishment.

Gavin then turned to Susan and teased her expressionlessly.

"And what are you thinking, my fan Susan? Aren't you very proud that you helped Manus speed up the project just by using your face?"

"No, boss, I didn't mean it that way. I know I was wrong... I'll skip lunch. Actually, I'm not that hungry..."

Susan said to Gavin, her head bowed.

Gavin couldn't help but roll his eyes at Susan's words.

Very good, Susan not only slacked off professionally, but she also apologized very professionally.

Clearly, Susan is the typical type of person who apologizes when she should, but after apologizing, she'll definitely make the same mistake again.

So, looking at Susan, who seemed extremely guilty and desperately trying to convey the words "I know I was wrong" on her face, Gavin knew that nothing he said would make a difference.

Gavin then turned to Manus and said softly.

"Manus, do you enjoy working with Susan?"

"No, I just... I wanted to say that Susan wasn't actually slacking off. She helped me a lot. She wasn't sleeping the whole time; she only slept because she was exhausted..."

"Alright, shut up, you lucky little sycophant."

Gavin reluctantly raised his hand, interrupting Manus.

The reason he calls Manus a lucky little sycophant is that, with the help of the apocalypse, a manipulative woman like Susan has to give her sycophants more things in order to control them.

So, Manus actually actually got a little benefit out of it.
If it were before the apocalypse, Gavin believed Manus wouldn't have been able to touch a single hair on Susan's head.

As for Susan, this woman's level isn't very high either, because after going through all the trouble of moving from the baron's house to her own camp, the sycophant she controlled was still Manus. Wasn't that a complete waste of time moving?
Thinking of this, Gavin pointed at Susan and said decisively.

“Susan, I don’t have the habit of forcing anyone to work hard for me, and besides, you’re all just busy for yourselves!”

"I don't want to emphasize the dangers of the world to you, because the fact that the camp has been built into such a warm and welcoming place is something I'm proud of in itself."

“You can slack off in this environment, and I admit you have the right to slack off, but I also have the right to take back some of your benefits.”

“You can enjoy the sense of security that the camp provides for you, and I will not ask you for any compensation for this, because I created and have maintained this sense of security myself, and I don’t mind giving it to you for free.”

"But aside from a sense of security, if you're not planning to do anything for the camp, then you'll have to take care of your own food!"

"There are many free-roaming cattle on the nearby grasslands, as well as many eggs that have recently become wild. As long as you are willing to move around, you will definitely not starve to death at home."

“Let’s do it this way. I’ll have Thomas keep an eye on you. You work in exchange for the right to enjoy the fruits of other people’s labor. If you don’t work, then you’ll have to feed yourself, or have Manus save his share for you?”

Do you think this is reasonable?

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin smiled and looked at Susan. Susan took a deep breath, then nodded helplessly, and then shook her head.

She shook her head and asked Gavin.

"Gavin... Boss, I think our camp needs some people to form a cheerleading squad!"

"Look, your team had cheerleaders back then, didn't they? And even though cheerleaders may only know how to dance and are pretty, they still have their uses!"

"I... I think I have a slight advantage in terms of appearance, so could I... cough cough, I mean, could I be in charge of cheering everyone on?"

"Perhaps my encouragement won't help the women in the camp, but I think I can at least keep some of the men up. I did a good job with Manus, didn't I?"

"grass……"

Hearing Susan's words, Gavin couldn't help but curse, then rolled his eyes dramatically.

He had already overestimated Susan's laziness, but he really didn't expect that Susan wasn't lazy at all; she had decided to give up and lie down!

What the hell is this cheerleading squad? Doesn't Susan herself know she wasn't talking about cheerleading squads?

Gavin had even considered the issue of the camp not having any prostitutes...

Judging from the implication in Susan's words, if the conditions were right, Susan might be able to switch careers and become a professional prostitute!

Manus, who was standing nearby, also noticed something amiss in Susan's words, so he looked at Susan suspiciously.

Wells, on the other hand, simply stared wide-eyed at Susan in surprise.

Meeting their gazes, Susan pouted, shrugged, and then gestured to Gavin, "Look."

Seeing this, Gavin remained silent for a while before speaking to Susan.

"At least the camp doesn't need cheerleaders yet, Susan, so you still need to get used to camp life!"

"Ah... okay, boss, I got it. I'll adapt as soon as possible~"

Susan seemed to understand Gavin's words, so she narrowed her eyes knowingly, then spread her hands and innocently repeated.

"If you work, you get to eat; if you don't work, you don't get to eat. That's reasonable, and I can accept it. But I really don't like being ordered around by others. I'd rather decide for myself what I want to do."

"So, boss, if I get really hungry, I can ask someone else in the camp to bring me food, right?"

“Of course, I won’t stop anyone from courting you, Susan, as long as they want to.”

Gavin immediately nodded decisively.

Seeing this, Susan smiled with satisfaction and then extended her right hand to Gavin.

Gavin then grasped Susan's right hand and shook it with her.

Excellent, this greatly enhances the diversity of jobs available at the camp.

(End of this chapter)