Doomsday America

Chapter 159 Joanna! (10k)

"Fuck...talking..."

Listening to the radio, Sean couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"I hate rap the most, especially black rap. You can tell this idiot on the radio is a nigger just by listening to his voice!"

Just as Sean uttered his curse, ZT started singing on the radio.

Honestly, he sang quite well, but he sang a song he wrote himself, which made it seem rather ordinary; the melody and lyrics were both mediocre.

Even though the song was bad, and even though Sean himself disliked rapping.

But when the song started playing, Sean eventually leaned closer to the radio and couldn't help but hum along.

While keeping the beat, Sean actually listened to an entire song until ZT on the radio finished the song and started his personal talk show segment, which brought Sean back to his senses.

For some reason, looking at the refrigerator hanging above him, he suddenly felt a little annoyed.

So he went to the shelf where the refrigerator rope was, rudely loosened the rope, and let the refrigerator fall heavily to the ground. As he did so, Sean shook his head anxiously and cursed.

"Fuck, that guy Ni sings so terribly and he still has the courage to live, why should I die in some nobody's corner!"

"Damn it, I still have plenty of food. There's enough for me to eat for a year or two. Why the hell should I die?"

"There's just one problem: why aren't there any damn masturbation toys here? But I haven't thoroughly searched all the goods, so maybe I missed some. I'll have to spend some more time looking!"

"Yeah, let's wait until this stupid broadcast ends. Maybe after that piece of shit Ni-ge finishes his song, I'll finally find my future silicone partner~"

At this point, Sean let out a long sigh of relief, then lay down in the middle of the radio, listening to many radios playing ZT's black jokes with their own reverb.

He didn't know how long he had been listening when he suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud and curse.

"What a load of crap! Didn't anyone remind him to stop making black jokes and racist remarks all the time? Has he forgotten that it's the end of the world and how many people still care about this stuff?"

"I thought their broadcasts would be like those radiation broadcasts, but this one is so unprofessional, haha..."

Amidst the laughter, Sean closed his eyes tightly.

He suddenly felt that he might be able to get a good night's sleep!
Although he didn't know why a not-so-pleasant radio broadcast could bring him, who had been anxious for a long time, a rare moment of calm.

But he was quite content to enjoy this peace.

Meanwhile, Sean, locked in the warehouse, was unable to distinguish between day and night and fell into a deep sleep.

Inside the manor, Madison, on guard duty, spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, the field convoy is back!"

"Roger that!"

Upon hearing Madison's words, Gavin took a deep breath and then hurriedly left the broadcasting room to go to his post.

"Let me see the binoculars."

Gavin patted Old Mike on the shoulder, grabbed his binoculars, and looked in the direction Old Mike was pointing.

The pattern remained the same: the KABH Shield led the way, followed closely by heavy trucks. The sight of both vehicles returning made Gavin breathe a slight sigh of relief.

So he put down his binoculars, left the manor, and stood by the stables, patting Octavian's neck as he waited for the caravan to return.

Not long after, the two cars stopped in front of Gavin, who suppressed his worry and looked at the people getting out of the cars.

Eugene was the first to jump out of the car, and as soon as he got out, he gave Gavin a thumbs-up from afar.

"Boss, haha, feel free to praise me if you want, we did a fantastic job!"

"That bastard Steve and his men gave me some help; otherwise, I probably wouldn't have finished even by five o'clock. I'm not one to take credit for others' work; we all did a great job!"

As they were talking, Eugene came up to Gavin and handed him a cigarette with a smile.

Gavin took the tobacco, nodded slightly, and then looked behind Eugene.

In his eyes, all the field team members who had set off were present and got out of the car one after another.

After confirming the number of people, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound, then exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke to Eugene.

"Well done! I thought that with you, this reckless guy, leading the team, we'd at least have one or two more wounded. You've really impressed me, buddy!"

"Ha, this is exactly what I've been waiting for! I deserve your praise, boss!"

Eugene smiled with satisfaction. As he smiled, he glanced in the direction of the manor and then asked.

"Is everything alright at the camp? Did anyone cause you any trouble while I was away?"

"What a joke! There aren't even many people left in this world, how could there be countless troubles coming your way?"

Gavin replied softly.

"I was the one who led my men to cause trouble for others. I wiped out the Holy Fire Cult of God, the Baron's team is no longer a problem, and the Holy Fire Cult of God is gone too. Now, all we need to do is focus on our own business!"

At this point, Gavin patted Eugene's arm.

"Bring me the bomb you made. You, Steve, and Martin, come with me to the meadows away from the manor to test the explosive damage of the liquid carbon dioxide pressure tank."

"If the damage is as expected, we'll deal with the aggregate problem tomorrow morning."

"no problem."

Upon receiving Gavin's order, Eugene didn't rush to rest. He immediately went with Steve and Martin to Gavin's side.

Gavin waved to the other field staff, telling them to take a break.

He then led three people to the warehouse, where he carried away the two canisters of liquid carbon dioxide that he had brought back earlier, while Eugene also brought out the time bomb he had prepared.

After putting everything on the pickup truck, Gavin looked at the cattle in the pen, sighed thoughtfully, and pointed to one of them.

"Steve, bring a cow along, let's do a simple test."

"Uh, do we really have to do it this way, boss? Mixing cow's blood and beef together will make it taste worse."

Steve was very concerned about Niu Niu's health and asked Gavin a question in return.

In response to Steve's question, Gavin spread his hands and smiled.

Instead of worrying about whether the beef will taste good, you should be more grateful for the sacrifices that beef cattle make for our future.

"Besides, just because the beef doesn't taste good doesn't mean we won't eat it. What a joke, we don't have the luxury of that."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin urged Eugene and Martin to get in the car, while Steve rode out on horseback and led a bull to follow the car in the direction it was going.

Gavin drove slowly, at about 30 or 40 kilometers per hour, and drove along the open grassland for a full 15 minutes before finally stopping the car.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go any further, but there was a herd of cattle blocking his way. The vast herd was currently less than 1.5 kilometers ahead of them.

Gavin opened the door and got out of the car, chuckling as he watched the cattle.

"Perfect, the explosion will scare the cattle away, saving us the trouble of driving them away."

"Martin and I will work together to set up the liquid carbon dioxide pressure tank side by side. Eugene, take the chainsaw and go to the nearby forest to cut down trees. After we've taken care of the pressure tank, we'll drive to the forest to pick you up."

"Steve settled the cows in place, then he and Eugene chopped down some trees. We need at least six thick enough logs to make a simple obstacle to test the power."

"In a moment, we'll surround the pressure vessel with wooden stakes, then place the bull behind the stakes to determine the impact of the pressure vessel explosion shockwave on the biological brain!"

Gavin used a bull for the test because the way a liquid pressure tank explodes is completely different from the way a gunpowder bomb explodes.

Ordinary gunpowder bombs, namely hand grenades and landmines, mainly use the expansion and release of pressure from the combustion of gunpowder to trigger fragments, and use these fragments as the primary means of killing.

Liquid carbon dioxide pressure tanks, on the other hand, have a much higher atmospheric pressure than gunpowder bombs, and correspondingly, their volume is also much larger.

While the fragments from such a pressure vessel can also be deadly when it explodes, the pressure vessel was not designed to kill, so the fragments are not as dense.

However, while the fragments of a pressure vessel do not possess the ability to deliver a dense, covering attack, the shockwave released by the explosion of a pressure vessel is far more powerful than that of a gunpowder bomb.

The reason why mining emulsion explosives and liquid carbon dioxide canisters can be used as substitutes for ordinary explosives to blast mountains is because the shock wave they release instantly is far more powerful than that of gunpowder of the same volume.

Therefore, Gavin had to test the exact power of this shockwave, if the explosion of just two pressure tanks could directly cause the bull's brain to malfunction and become incapacitated.

Then their plan should be fine, and a considerable number of pressure tanks should be able to completely destroy the possible biological brain organ that is hidden in the middle of the aggregate by countless flesh and blood!

Hearing Gavin's words, Eugene immediately picked up the chainsaw, took a cigar, and headed towards the woods.

Steve then found a short wooden stake to temporarily tether the bull and nailed it to the grass.

The bull had no idea what it was about to encounter. Seeing that it was pinned down, it simply lowered its head and started eating grass wherever it was trapped.

Watching the bull chewing on the towering grass, Steve patted the bull's back and shook his head.

"I hope you don't die too badly, buddy. Also, thanks for your sacrifice, we can have fresh beef at camp for the next few days."

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve came to Gavin's side and together with Gavin Martin, they put the pressure tank in place.

Then, the four of them picked up chainsaws and went into the forest to get to work.

thump...

Boom!
After the sixth tree fell, Gavin did not extend his evil clutches to the other trees, but instead began to prune the branches of the trees on the spot.

Steve and Martin went to find a rope to lasso the tree trunk, and also to drive the car over so they could push the trunk near the pressure tank.

After the two left, Eugene sat on the tree trunk he had just cut down, a lit cigar dangling from his lips, and said to Gavin.

"Boss, you didn't actually need to lead the team to the Holy Fire Church today."

"Or you should take me with you. Damn it, dealing with zombies isn't that hard. Dealing with people is the most dangerous, especially dealing with cultists."

“There are more and more people in the camp now, and the field agents are almost lined up in a row. Under these circumstances, you shouldn’t be taking any risks at all!”

At this point, Eugene looked up and grinned mischievously at Gavin.

Noticing Eugene's smile, Gavin chuckled and curled his lip. He knew Eugene's smile didn't mean anything bad, but even his normal smile looked incredibly sinister.

Gavin then shook his hand and made a joke.

"Stop grinning like an idiot, buddy. Seeing that weird grin of yours, I thought you were planning to kill me while we were working together so you could become the boss yourself!"

"Uh... Fuck, was my laughter that exaggerated?"

Eugene rolled his eyes and gave Gavin the middle finger.

Gavin then explained to Eugene as he gave the middle finger.

"As for your suggestion, haha, does having more manpower justify not taking risks?"

“I do not like taking risks, but that does not mean I have the right not to take risks. I am very happy living at home, as you have seen.”

“Since I enjoy more, I need to take on more responsibility. You don’t need to worry about that, buddy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin patted Eugene on the shoulder, and Eugene nodded knowingly, then narrowed his eyes with understanding and appreciation.

"If my former commander had been like you, I might still be in the army, haha. We operations guys need a leader like you who is equally good at operations and understands the team members."

"Quarterback, it's no luck that you've won me over, you're a really good guy."

"Once we've dealt with the aggregate, let's find a chance to have a good drink. Let's go to the rooftop and drink while we're looking at the moon. We can also invite Old Man Mike and Steve, oh yeah, and Martin and Nikita too."

"We haven't even had a proper drink together yet."

"As for the future, damn it, there are more and more people in the family, I can't even remember how many there are. If the camp holds another big party, the atmosphere there won't just be for us anymore, you know what I mean, boss?"

At this point, Eugene couldn't help but reveal an expectant look in his eyes.

He really wanted to have a good drink with his friends who had helped him break out of Ennis.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded in understanding and then simply responded.

"Of course, once the problem with the aggregate is resolved, at least for the time being, there are no other potential hazards within a radius of several dozen kilometers around the manor that we have already discovered... that are worth our attention."

"When that time comes, let's pick a night when the new recruits are on duty and get together on the rooftop for a good drink."

"Buddy, you'd better have a strong alcohol tolerance, otherwise I'm afraid I'll drink you to death!"

"Ha, you want me to drink myself to death?"

Hearing Gavin's words, Eugene pointed his thumb to the ground without hesitation and retorted to Gavin.

"I'm no match for you in the boxing ring, fine, but you actually want to have a drinking contest with me?"

"I've been drinking my way from America to the Middle East. I've drunk more strong liquor in my life than you've drunk water. You'd better watch yourself!"

As he spoke, Eugene stood up, threw the last bit of his cigar on the ground, and stomped on it a few times.

After confirming that the cigar had gone out, Eugene looked at Steve and his companion who were rapidly approaching.

After the two arrived at the tree trunk, Gavin and Eugene took the ropes and tied them to the trunk one by one.

After confirming that the tree trunks were secure enough, Gavin gave Martin a thumbs-up in the driver's seat, and Martin immediately pulled the six thick tree trunks back to the vicinity of the liquid pressure tank.

Following the drag marks on the tree trunk, Gavin and his group chased after it, using chainsaws to further divide the trunk into sections about two meters long.

The reason they didn't cut down trees next to the forest was because if they cut them down too early, they would have to tie many more tree stumps together.

About twenty minutes later, a circular, heavy tree trunk fence surrounded the liquid carbon dioxide pressure tank.

Steve went to the side and brought over the bull, then nailed it back to the outside of the tree trunk.

Eugene then approached Gavin with two bombs and asked him a question.

"Boss, which bomb should we use for the experiment? The timed one, or the TNT version with a fuse and detonator?"

"It's timed, so just set the time to about one minute."

Gavin gave the order decisively.

The reason he didn't choose detonators or TNT was because both of those things had fuses, and Gavin's process of delivering the pressure canister to the polymer meant that the polymer would inevitably cause considerable damage to everything around the pressure canister.

If the aggregate accidentally damages the detonator's fuse while attacking the vehicle, that batch of pressure tanks could very well be wasted!

Of course, there is another possibility: the pressure vessel may have ruptured and exploded due to the heavy pressure from the polymer, triggering a chain reaction.

But Gavin can't possibly use the resources he's worked so hard to acquire in reality on an experiment fraught with uncertainty, can he?

Therefore, a time bomb is the most suitable tool for this mission.

Having received the answer, Eugene nodded knowingly and then set the timer for the bomb.

He wasn't a professional demolition expert, and the bombs he made looked a bit crude and weren't very functional. Eugene carefully adjusted them for quite some time before he could roughly determine if the bombs were usable.

Eugene then waved the bomb at Gavin and laughed.

"Boss, it's done. Theoretically, this bomb should keep us quiet for at least a minute!"

"You son of a bitch, don't fucking tell me the bomb was already on its countdown while you were talking to me!"

Seeing Eugene trying to take credit, Gavin immediately yelled at him, while Eugene grinned and nodded matter-of-factly.

"Of course, the countdown has already started, boss, you can start the timer now~"

After giving a flippant reply, Eugene went to the liquid pressure tanks and placed the bomb on one of them.

After finishing, Eugene turned around and looked at everyone.

When he discovered that everyone was still standing there waiting for him, he couldn't help but chuckle with a touch of emotion. Then he strode off into the distance, shouting to everyone as he went.

"What are you waiting for? Run, guys! We only have about fifty seconds left!"

"That's right, let's run, but how far should we run? A hundred meters should be about right, right?"

As Martin ran, he asked Gavin a question.

Hearing Martin's words, Gavin snorted in annoyance and responded.

"Stop joking around, get in the car quickly. Only when you're in the car will you be a little safer. Although there are only two pressure tanks, the small amount of fragments produced by the pressure tanks may be more powerful than I expected."

“Nikita said before that there was a real-life example of this: a pressure tank for liquid carbon dioxide exploded, and the fragments it created even penetrated a 12-centimeter-thick concrete wall!”

"Even rifles can't produce this kind of power. You can imagine what would happen if we were unlucky enough to get hit by fragments from a pressure vessel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin gave Eugene a frustrated look.

Who knew that while this guy was working on it, he suddenly detonated the bomb!

After running for seven or eight seconds, everyone sat inside the Kaibaihe Battle Shield.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. They then drove the car sideways for a distance and parked it about 200 meters away from the explosion site.

Time ticked by, and inside the car, everyone's eyes were fixed on the bomb in the distance.

Seeing that the bomb hadn't exploded yet, Martin couldn't help but curse at Eugene.

"Red Hair, are you sure your bomb is okay? How come it..." Boom!
Boom! ! !

Before Martin could finish speaking, a loud explosion suddenly rang out from afar. The sound was so loud that it terrified the cattle that were slowly strolling more than 300 meters away from the bomb, and they fled in panic.

Gavin stared intently at the explosion site in the distance. In his eyes, the wooden fence that his group had prepared exploded and flew away the instant of the explosion.

As for the bull, it collapsed the instant the explosion occurred, stiff as a corpse.

After confirming that the explosion was over, Gavin let out a breath and addressed the group.

"It's done, Eugene. Your timing was pretty accurate. Only forty-four seconds have passed since we got to the car. The remaining sixteen seconds are roughly the time it takes for you to plant the bomb and for us to run to the car."

"Remember the manufacturing process of this bomb, and make another one exactly the same tonight. We'll put it to use tomorrow."

"Let's have a smoke first, and then head over to check it out after it's quieted down over there for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin took out a few cigarettes and gave one to everyone.

Since everyone there was a heavy smoker, no one bothered to open the car windows.

Although everyone was a tough guy, even the tough guys were worried that the explosions over there hadn't ended yet. What if one of the two pressure tanks was still holding on?
What if the pressure tank suddenly ruptures and the fragments happen to fly into the open car window?
Fortunately, none of the four of them were particularly clever or resourceful enough to suggest making a bet by opening the car window.

At this point, Keberheli was immediately enveloped in smoke.

Just as everyone had taken a few puffs of their cigarettes, Martin suddenly couldn't help but look into the distance and say something.

"Wait, boss, there's a cow over there running like that. I suspect it's injured. Should we chase after it and check it out?"

"what?"

Martin's sudden remark startled Gavin. He looked into the distance with amusement, and sure enough, in the direction Martin was pointing, there was a cow running particularly unsteadily and with difficulty!
Seeing this, Eugene in the back seat couldn't help but swallow hard and curse.

"Fuck it, no way, that thing couldn't have been injured by shrapnel from that far away, could it?"

"Unsure, damn it!"

Gavin retorted with a curse as he drove off after the cattle.

As the car approached the herd of cattle, Steve rubbed his head in the passenger seat and said with a wry smile.

"Boss, according to the case Nikita mentioned, if the fragments ejected when a liquid carbon dioxide pressure tank explodes can penetrate 12 centimeters of concrete, then the kinetic energy contained in that fragment far exceeds that of a sniper bullet."

"Although the irregular shape of the fragments means it won't fly as far as a bullet, a distance of several hundred meters is obviously no problem!"

At this point, Steve couldn't help but glare at Eugene.

While Steve expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes, Martin, who was sitting in the back row with Eugene, couldn't help but take action.

"Shit!"

He slapped Eugene's thigh hard and then continued cursing.

"I honestly had no idea this thing was so powerful when it exploded. Eugene, if you had set a time bomb with a half-minute delay, or if the time bomb had detonated prematurely, I might have died even after running a hundred meters!"

"Fuck you, old hunter, don't put that kind of possibility on me. I may not be a demolition expert, but the bombs I make are safe. Aren't we pretty safe right now?!"

Eugene immediately retorted with a curse at Martin.

Meanwhile, in the driver's seat.

"enough!"

Gavin muttered a rebuke, then pointed to the approaching bull and asked.

"Martin, check on that cow!"

"Okay, boss, I'll take a look."

Martin then put aside Eugene's question and looked up to take a look at the Bulls' situation.

After a quick glance, Martin nodded firmly.

"The wound is on the ribs of the cow, and there is only one injury. It is not a penetrating wound. It is possible that the cow was recently hunted by coyotes."

"But the herd of cattle is just too large. If the coyote pack cannot form a number of several hundred or more, it is simply impossible for them to attack the adult bulls in such a large herd."

"So, setting aside the possibility of a damaged hoof or an attack by a wild animal, this cow was actually injured by fragments from a pressure vessel!"

"Wait, that cow is starting to cough up blood. The wound has pierced its lung. With this injury, it might be left behind by the herd at any time and rot alone on the pasture. That would be such a waste!"

"So, boss, we need to finish it off quickly, otherwise its vigorous movement will cause the cow's blood to mix further into the beef, which would make it even less tasty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin eagerly raised his heavy crossbow.

Although he acquired many expensive and excellent firearms upon arriving at the camp, he always carried his heavy crossbow with him wherever he went, because it was his faith.

Seeing that Martin had already raised the heavy crossbow, Gavin reached out and opened the rear window.

Eugene simply ducked under his seat, providing Martin with a good shooting angle.

After aiming for about three seconds, Martin suddenly fired the crossbow bolt, knocking the bull to the ground.

As the bull rolled twice on the ground, the nearby herd of cattle was further frightened and ran wildly away.

Gavin parked his car next to the fallen bull and went closer to check its injuries.

While Gavin was checking, Martin went beyond the bull to search for his crossbow bolts on the ground further away.

His crossbow bolt struck the bull's head precisely, piercing right through its skull.

If he doesn't retrieve the crossbow bolt, he will lose a reliable steel crossbow bolt forever.

Beside Gavin, Eugene leaned against Steve, kicked the Bull, and said.

"Do we have to process an extra cow tonight? Haha, looks like we can enjoy fresh Angus steak for a few more days!"

"Don't say that, Eugene. It's not like the frozen beef at the eldest son's house isn't fresh. Believe me, the beef at the eldest son's house is definitely more expensive than the beef from the farm!"

Steve responded, then went to Gavin's side, squatted down, and said to Gavin.

"So, boss, is the wound really caused by shrapnel from the pressure tank?"

"It looks very similar. Let me take it out and confirm."

As Gavin replied, he plunged his gloved hand directly into the bull's rib wound.

After determining the size of the wound, Gavin pulled out the small dagger tucked into his chest and slightly enlarged the wound before continuing to search it.

Soon, he pulled out a metal fragment the size of two finger joints.

Gavin calmly tossed the shards at Eugene's feet, offering a gentle reminder.

"You see, the power of the pressure tank fragments is far beyond our imagination. When we deal with the Aggregators, even if we are sitting in an armored car, we have to keep as far away as possible."

"No problem, I'll listen to you. Anyway, you'll definitely be leading the team tomorrow. Even if I advised you not to go, you wouldn't agree."

Eugene shrugged and shook his leg in response to Gavin.

Gavin nodded and then spoke to Steve.

“Steve, go home and get a few helpers. We’ll take the cows home together.”

"Ok."

Steve nodded, then raised his hand to take off his glove and whistled loudly.

His white horse immediately galloped towards him, and Gavin took advantage of the horse's approach to turn on the walkie-talkie and speak.

"Thomas, this is Gavin. Get a group of young, strong men to come to the plains and move two bulls that weigh at least 500 kilograms each!"

"Steve will go back immediately; just have them follow him."

After saying that, Gavin put down the walkie-talkie and waved to Martin and Eugene.

"Martin, Eugene, let's go check the explosion situation, then wait for our family to arrive."

"Received." Eugene nodded and got into the passenger seat.

"Wait a minute, I haven't found my arrow yet."

Martin shouted to Gavin from a distance.

Seeing Martin bending down to search for crossbow bolts in the tall grass, Eugene immediately leaned out and teased Martin.

"Ha, old hunter, the more graceful your shot was, the more pathetic your posture was when you bent down to find the crossbow bolt. So you should stick to using a gun from now on!"

"Don't talk nonsense in my ear, you idiot. I have my hobbies and principles, and a crossbow can kill you silently just as well. It has its disadvantages, but it also has its advantages!"

Martin roared in response, then continued his frantic search.

After all, the pastures nearby are not well maintained because they are far from the manor, and the grass is a bit too tall.

Seeing that Martin hadn't found an arrow after a while, Eugene said impatiently to Gavin.

"Boss, let's go take a look first. Let this guy find the crossbow bolts himself, and keep an eye on our beef while we're at it."

"no!"

Upon hearing Eugene's words, Gavin quickly rejected them, then bluntly cursed at Eugene.

"You're already in charge of the team, and you still make such a stupid decision, leaving a member without a vehicle or horse on the grass?"

"Can't you use your brain for once? That explosion was really loud. Even if there weren't any lone zombies around, that kind of sound could attract wild animals!"

“Eugene, don’t let me hear that stupid stuff again. You’re not an ordinary operative anymore, and every decision you make is now a matter of life and death for every one of your men!”

"Be careful, be extremely careful. Time is the cheapest thing in the apocalypse. We can waste time, but human lives cannot be wasted. Remember this well!"

At this point, Gavin turned his head and glared at Eugene without any politeness.

Eugene shrugged knowingly and helplessly, and whispered a reply to Gavin.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you. You’re the boss. But this area is flat and the grove is just a tiny grove with less than 500 trees. I really don’t think there’s any danger here.”

"Of course, I still mean the same thing, I'll do as you say."

"When it comes to obeying orders, I'm a pro, so don't worry, boss!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene chuckled and pulled out a bottle of Coke, opened it, and handed it to Gavin.

"Boss, have a Coke to calm down. I was just kidding. I don't want to abandon Martin."

"You better keep your word!"

Gavin gave Eugene one last reminder, then took his Coke and continued waiting for Martin to find the crossbow bolt.

Martin searched for more than four minutes before finally finding the crossbow bolt and taking it back to the car.

As Martin opened the car door, he awkwardly raised his crossbow.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Damn it, more than half of this arrow is embedded in the ground, otherwise I wouldn't have been looking for it for so long."

"It's alright, get in the car... wait!"

Just as Gavin was about to let Martin get in the car, his gaze suddenly drifted into the distance.

Noticing Gavin's abrupt pause, Eugene immediately wore a familiar expression. He simply picked up his binoculars and began observing the direction Gavin was looking.

A moment later, Eugene spoke, holding up the binoculars.

"Based on my orientation, at approximately nine o'clock, about 1.3 kilometers away, there is only one lone zombie approaching us."

"receive."

Gavin nodded, then took Eugene's binoculars and looked at the figures in the distance.

After one glance, Gavin couldn't help but gasp.

Nearby, Eugene, who wasn't worried about a single zombie, suddenly felt his hair stand on end from Gavin's inhalation.

"What's going on, boss? Don't scare me. Your eyesight is much better than mine. Did you see some great danger?"

While staring in horror, Eugene nervously pressed Gavin for answers.

After swallowing hard, Gavin quickly raised his hand to stop Eugene and Martin from their exaggerated reactions, and then explained to them in a serious tone.

"Don't worry, I didn't see any more danger. I just fucking... ran into someone I know!"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but rub his face, then handed the binoculars to Martin.

He continued speaking heavily.

"I fucking saw Joanna!"

"Joanna?"

Upon hearing this, Martin curiously murmured the name.

Strange, this name sounds familiar. Is it someone from the camp?

But if that's the case, then he shouldn't have turned into a zombie, so why does this name sound familiar...?

"Holy crap... Joanna... Holy crap!"

Just as Martin was still pondering with suspicion, Eugene in the passenger seat suddenly realized what was happening and immediately couldn't help but shout.

"I've heard that name from old Bert's mouth way too many times, damn it, thank goodness that foul-mouthed old man didn't see this, or he would have been so heartbroken!"

"Oh yes, yes, old Bert, Joanna!"

After being reminded by Eugene's words, Martin finally remembered who Joanna was.

Isn't that the farm town doctor who's always been in Old Bert's mouth?

Thinking of this, Martin quickly picked up his binoculars and looked at Joanna. He was really curious about what Joanna looked like!

So after taking a look, he couldn't help but say something to Gavin.

"Holy crap, boss, are you sure that's Joanna? She looks a lot like Hillary Lee."

"Walter?"

Eugene was startled again, snatched the binoculars back, and quickly looked at Joanna again.

This time, he made sure he could see Joanna's face clearly, and then asked Martin suspiciously.

"Martin, what nonsense are you talking about? She's just a big-breasted, big-assed old woman. You could say she looks like Kim Kardashian, but she doesn't look like Hillary Lee at all!"

"Haha, Bingo, I fooled you, you idiot!"

Martin laughed and punched Eugene's arm.

Meanwhile, watching the two bickering, Gavin smiled helplessly and then drove towards Joanna.

As they drew closer, Joanna's zombie body became increasingly clear.

Watching Joanna's figure, Gavin shook his head regretfully. Although old Bert always argued with Joanna, Gavin knew that Joanna was the last woman old Bert loved.

Joanna certainly lived up to old Bert's affections; as a 46-year-old divorced woman, her figure, comparable to that of the Kardashians, speaks volumes about her condition.

But now...

As Joanna drew closer to the car, Gavin sighed and said to Martin and Eugene.

"Guys, don't tell old Bert about this. Sometimes, not knowing is more reassuring than knowing."

"Understood, don't worry, we won't let anything slip. I'll see Joanna off now."

Eugene nodded to indicate that he understood, then stuck the gun out of the car window and aimed it at Joanna, who was getting closer.

Looking at the curvaceous woman through the scope, Eugene sighed regretfully and said...

"Such a great figure, what a waste, this damn apocalypse!"

“Looking at that body, I’m even a little reluctant to shoot. Martin, should I tie this thing up? Maybe you can play with it and relieve some stress.”

"Get lost, you idiot! Don't make such a disgusting joke. That's old Bert's favorite woman, and besides, I would never stoop to fighting zombies!"

Martin cursed and punched Eugene, a punch that clearly ruined Eugene's aim.

Eugene quickly adjusted his stance and locked Joanna back onto the crosshair.

But just as he was about to fire, Joanna, who had been running towards them, suddenly stopped in her tracks in a bizarre way!
This discovery caused Eugene to instinctively loosen his grip.

At the same time, under Gavin's surprised gaze, Joanna suddenly looked at Gavin's car and then abruptly turned around.

She actually ran away!
(End of this chapter)