Doomsday America

Chapter 163 Hell Party Officially Ends
Seeing the priest raise the torch, Doris covered her mouth and finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She was really uncomfortable with the sight of so many corpses piled up together.

Under Doris's expectant gaze, the priest silently tossed the torch onto the fuel.

boom!
Flames erupted immediately, and the fuel splashed on the corpse ignited instantly, setting fire to the corpse's hair and then seeping into the skin and a small amount of pajamas.

To everyone, the flames grew larger and larger, quickly engulfing the entire pile of corpses. The fire soared into the sky, merging with the last rays of the setting sun, making the sky appear even darker and redder.

The black smoke, like the pressure of the crowd gradually receding, drifted into the sky and quickly blended into the night as time passed.

Watching the smoke and dust rise upwards and then be carried away by the breeze.

Gavin retreated away from the increasingly scorching flames, letting out a relieved sigh.

This is the second time I've burned a large number of dead bodies.

It is foreseeable that this number will continue to increase in the future.

But in any case, looking around at the guys, some were looking up, some were bowing their heads in silent mourning, some were turning their heads to sneer, and some were closing their eyes in deep thought.

Gavin really didn't want any of them to become a memorable corpse, lying in everyone's eyes.

Thinking of this, Gavin shook his head slightly, dispelling his absurd thoughts, and went to the pickup truck next to him, taking out a bottle of beer from the truck bed.

Gavin raised his beer high in front of everyone and urged them on.

"Guys, what are we waiting for? The dead are burning! We can't wait until they're all burned out before we start our party. Don't waste this divine gift of fire!"

"quack!"

As Gavin's voice rang out, Fokin immediately let out a loud cry, feeling exhilarated by the sight of so many humans watching her.

Gavin, before everyone had even gone to get their own drinks, opened a beer bottle and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

Moreover, he was swirling his drink around in the air, a method that instantly ignited the atmosphere among the bastards, causing Eugene, Martin, and Arturo, whose face was tattooed with a scorpion, to erupt in astonishing cheers.

As for Lao Feng, well, he now looks at Gavin with suspicion because before he went abroad, he often saw that kind of drinking style where you just swirl it around in one go...

Of course, he didn't doubt that Gavin was a time traveler; he just suspected that Gavin must have been to Northeast China!
Leaving aside Lao Feng's suspicions, when Gavin announced the official start of the party by chugging a bottle of beer.

Without any organization, these party-culture enthusiasts in America spontaneously started having fun.

Of course, at the beginning, because they hadn't drunk enough alcohol, people were still a little reserved.

At the same time, there is also a phenomenon of people sticking together for warmth. For example, bastards like Eugene Martin stick together, while Steve sticks together with old Bert and the logistics girls like Doris.

As for Anthony, he mingled with the new trio of pilots.

Li Qing and Thomas, the academic duo, also huddled together, chatting over beers.

American parties are rarely like those in the East, where people mostly entertain important figures, often involving drinking parties or parties with airplanes.

While toasting does occur, it mostly happens in groups of three or five who come to Gavin and chat with him about trivial matters.

About forty or fifty minutes later, the people who drank more had consumed about three or four bottles of beer, or one or two glasses of spirits.

The party finally started to get a bit playful.

Gavin sat on a wooden stake, keeping a close eye on the fire that illuminated the night in the distance, while watching Steve walk into the middle of the crowd, holding a glass of whiskey and shouting at everyone.

"Guys, how about we play a game?"

After Steve shouted those words, he immediately smiled and looked at the crowd, who responded enthusiastically.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone almost forgot that the bonfire was made of corpses; they only felt that the roasted meat smelled particularly strong today, and was a little burnt.

Of course, it's the fragrance, the way it smells...

In short, as everyone watched Steve send the game invitation, they began discussing the game's content one after another.

After a few minutes of back-and-forth discussion, everyone suddenly looked toward a series of wooden stakes piled up not far away.

Noticing the gazes of the crowd, Gavin roughly guessed what they were up to!

Sure enough, Steve quickly led the group and painstakingly moved a large pile of thick tree stumps to the middle of the crowd.

Those wooden stakes were originally intended to fuel the fire, but judging from the current situation, the zombies have probably been short of water in the last few days, so the fire shows no signs of abating!

Thick grease seeped from beneath the pile of corpses, mixing with the small amount of water and flowing into the isolation zone.

However, whether or not those wooden stakes are used or not doesn't affect the game, because that's what the game is all about.

Let's see who can split the wooden stake in the fewest number of times!

Feeling that this wasn't interesting enough, Steve simply went to Gavin's side, smiled, took Gavin's right hand, and said to everyone.

"Guys, we have to bring the boss along, but he's too strong, we need to put some limits on him!"

"Therefore, the restrictions I've decided to place on Boss Gavin are..."

At this point, Steve kept the expectant crowd in suspense until they were all getting impatient, at which point he finally spoke.

"The restrictions are that Gavin's stake must be the thickest one, and Gavin is not allowed to use an axe, but a hammer!"

“That’s right, guys, he has to use a hammer to break the stake, that’s the only way it’s fair to us!”

"What do you think?"

"That's right!"

"Well done, Steve!"

"That's exactly how it should be!"

"The boss should play something big, let him use a hammer, use a hammer!"

As soon as Steve finished speaking, a tidal wave of cheers erupted from all around, with even Nikita and Winnie joining in the commotion.

Seeing the guys' excited expressions, Gavin stood up with a wry smile, punched Steve hard, and cursed.

"Get lost, Steve. Unless I'm Superman, how could I possibly chop wood with a hammer and do it faster than you guys? Do you want me eliminated in just one round?"

"Ha, alright then, as long as you can split the wooden stake with a hammer, we'll consider you a round-up, until you win the final showdown with the ultimate champion!"

As Steve spoke, he agreed with Gavin; it wouldn't be very interesting if the boss was eliminated in just one round.

So he pondered and continued shouting to the crowd.

"The boss is right, guys. There's no way he could chop a wooden stake with a hammer faster than us, so let's give him some special treatment too!"

"And if that's the case, then for every person we eliminate, the boss will have to chop down one more wooden stake with his hammer. Today will be the moment to witness the boss's physical limits!"

"After we determine the champion, our champion will have a final showdown with Boss Gavin. In the last round, both the champion and Boss Gavin will have to use a hammer to split the last wooden stake. Whoever takes the shortest time will be the ultimate winner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve raised his hands and announced the start of the game.

Eugene and Martin immediately grabbed a wooden stake and went to the middle of the crowd.

Not far away, Feng Minglu brought over an excellent wood-chopping axe that Old Bert had handcrafted in the past, and also a large hammer.

He raised the two tools high and then shouted to the crowd.

"Should we watch the wood chopping first, or watch Gavin chop wood with a hammer first?"

"Let's look at Gavin first!"

"I don't want to see the boss suffer; I just want to broaden my horizons."

"Look at what?!"

"Let the hammer go first!"

Seeing that people were quite united in their opinions, Lao Feng immediately smiled and handed the hammer to Gavin.

"Boss, this is the will of the people!"

"Haha, you bunch of bastards, are you trying to work me to death?!"

Gavin cursed irritably, took the sledgehammer, and stood in front of the wooden stake, facing the excited gazes of the crowd.

He didn't even bother to take off his clothes. He simply swung the sledgehammer, controlling his strength to about seven-tenths, and smashed the hammer head hard against the edge of the wooden stake.

Boom!
With a muffled thud, the hammer bounced violently, but Gavin was quite familiar with this kind of rebound.

This wasn't the first time he'd played a similar game with Steve. Before Gavin went to college, he often played similar games with the cowboys on the farm at home.

Steve, he's just putting new wine in old bottles, using farm-style gameplay to deal with the guys who are getting increasingly excited!

The game on the farm used to be about who could split a log horizontally the fewest times, not who could split it vertically the fewest times.

However, if we're talking about time now, we'd need far too many stakes. Without prior preparation by the camp, we simply don't have enough stakes.

So Steve changed the gameplay.

As for Gavin...

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Gavin stretched out his body to his heart's content, swinging the hammer smoothly and continuously at the wooden stake in front of him.

After the first dozen or so blows, the cross-section of the wooden stake remained largely unchanged. However, as Gavin swung the hammer more and more, shallow pits began to appear on the cross-section of the stake.
Gavin controlled the hammer's landing point, so the shallow pits were arranged in a straight line, and Gavin continued to hammer along this line.

Eighty...eighty...

Kara!

Just as Gavin swung the hammer for the thirty-second time, a piece of the nearly forty-centimeter-thick wooden stake suddenly cracked slightly.

At this moment, Gavin, like a certain axe master in North America who is passionate about chopping wood and making axe reviews, forcefully smashed the wooden stake with a hammer until it showed signs of cracking.

This sign successfully ignited the atmosphere at the scene, eliciting one exclamation after another from the crowd.

Gavin, however, paid no attention to the gasps of the crowd and continued to smash at his own pace.

thump... thump...

Until the forty-sixth hammer blow struck the center of the cross-section of the wooden pile.

collapse!
With a loud bang, the hammer sank deep into the middle of the wooden stake, and the huge stake was instantly split in two.

"Wow!"

"His!"

"Oh shit!"

"Mazefak!"

"Wow, boss, that's awesome!"

"Brilliant!"

Amid cheers, Gavin exhaled a breath of stale air and then raised the hammer high in his hand.

"Look closely, guys, this isn't your average hammer, it's Mjolnir!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his hands high, signaling for the cheers to be even louder.

Amid cheers, Martin moved over a second stake, then eagerly picked up an axe to smash it!
But just as Martin was about to bring down his axe, Steve suddenly stopped him.

"Hey, wait a minute, hunter!"

Steve then warmly put his arm around Martin's shoulder and led him to speak to the others.

"Since it's a game, there has to be some kind of punishment to make it more fun!"

"Therefore, the loser who chops the most wooden stakes must drink a large glass of beer after each round until the game is completely over, or until he is forced to surrender by us!"

"Fuck!"

Upon hearing this, Old Feng, who was eager to try his luck not far away, suddenly felt bored.

He was planning to participate in the game if there were no penalty, but now, if he loses too early, he'll be forced to drink himself into a stupor.

In that case, who knows how long Xiao Cao would keep giving him the cold shoulder!
Moreover, the village chief said that he and Steve should control their drinking and stay sober and aware of their surroundings, so he should drink even less!
So, Lao Feng regretfully left the crowd, picked up a bottle of beer, climbed onto the heavy truck, and used the firelight to look at the crowd in the distance.

The crowd did not back down because of the punishment; simply drinking was far too lenient a punishment!
If it were a game of King's Game, the punishment might involve stripping everyone naked. Compared to that, drinking is nothing.

At this point, the game officially began, attracting 80% of the members to join in, and even Nikita couldn't resist getting involved.

And so, in the first round, Horst was eliminated.

Although Sariel was fat, he was quite strong when swinging his axe, and he split the wooden stake in just fourteen blows.

In the second round, Nikita was eliminated. Her frail physique made playing this game a rather self-inflicted hardship.

In the third round, Bella was eliminated. Lacking experience in farm work, Bella only slightly outperformed Nikita by relying purely on her physical abilities. In the fourth round, construction boss Jon surprisingly lost to Adriana by a mere single axe blow!

Looking at the knots in the wood he had split open, Jon gasped for breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead in frustration.

He's in very poor health; even if he wins this round, he won't have the energy for the next.

In the next round, Hela was eliminated, while Adriana was assigned a relatively easy log to chop, and surprisingly, she ranked in the top five in that round!
Chop wood, drink alcohol, chop wood, drink alcohol...

Time flew by as they played these games, and the physical exertion and increased alcohol consumption ignited the party atmosphere.

By the eighth round of the game, Horst had completely given up, while Nikita, half-asleep, leaned against the wooden post where she was resting, cheering for the game center with her eyes closed.

As she kept shouting, Nikita would vomit again.

Once they've reached this point, no one will ask them to drink anymore; everyone's just having fun, not risking their lives.

Finally, the game determined the last three players.

They are Anthony from the National Guard, Manus the blacksmith, and Diana!

Indeed, with Steve not participating as a referee and Madison injured and unable to participate, Manus and Diana, who used to work with the Baron, actually outperformed everyone else in this event.

In response, Gavin took off his coat and armor, leaving him in only a shirt and stab-proof vest, and, drenched in sweat and exhausted, expressed his understanding.

Judging from Manus and Diana's appearance, they had obviously played this kind of game before, and having worked on the baron's farm, they were also more familiar with chopping wood.

As for Gavin himself...

Honestly, he was a little hesitant, because in the previous game, he had actually smashed seventeen or eighteen wooden stakes with a sledgehammer!
As the number of game rounds increased, later on, he would have to swing the hammer more than sixty times to break a wooden stake. What does that mean?
Even though he was a combination of a strength monster and a stamina monster, he was a bit overwhelmed at this point.

He's not a real Superman or Captain America, after all.

However, the game was still going on, and Gavin could only force himself to endure it.

In the penultimate round, Diana was eliminated. Despite her familiarity with farm work, her physical strength was far inferior to that of Anthony and Manus.

In the penultimate round, Anthony was eliminated. Although he was a National Guard soldier and often chopped firewood due to family reasons, he was far younger than Manus and could not possibly compete with the young man's arm, which was used to swing a forge hammer, in swinging an axe.

With this, Manus won the general category, and the moment he secured victory, he set his sights on Diana.

Even though she was exhausted, seeing Manus's pleading eyes, Diana still stood up, went to him, hugged him, and pointed to Gavin.

"Manus, honey, you finally have a chance to beat the boss this time, pull yourself together!"

"Yes, that's right, I finally have a fucking chance to win!"

Upon hearing Diana's words, Manus shuddered, and his hands, which had been numb from swinging the axe, involuntarily tightened their grip.

But the look in his eyes as he looked at Gavin revealed a new ambition.

Even if it's just a game, he really wants to beat Gavin just once!

Looking at Manus's challenging gaze, which he was forcing into a pose.

Gavin let out a heavy sigh, then picked up the sledgehammer with both hands, gave Manus a defiant thumbs-up, and then turned it upside down to point it at the ground.

Seeing the sparks flying between the two, those who weren't completely drunk went wild, making the game even more interesting!

Steve brought the wooden stake himself and placed it in front of the two of them.

These two logs were carefully selected by Steve. Each one is made from an old oak tree, and the logs are an astonishing 60 centimeters in diameter!

Just looking at that wooden stake made Gavin's scalp tingle, let alone Manus, who was covered in sweat.

But how could a man say no? Manus threw down his axe, took the sledgehammer Steve handed him, and resolutely stood in front of the stake.

"Let's get started, boss, I can't wait to beat you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Manus spat twice into his palm, taking the opportunity to get used to the hammer handle.

As for Gavin, he merely twirled the hammer in his hand with a cold smile and responded to Manus.

"You? You're far from good enough."

As Gavin finished speaking, Steve raised his right hand high, signaling the two to get ready.

As soon as the right hand swung down, Manus, amidst the cheers of the crowd, slammed the sledgehammer into the wooden stake.

He had previously used an axe, and the recoil from an axe against a thick wooden stake was completely different from that from a hammer.

The incredibly exaggerated force of the recoil not only caused Manus's hands to ache, but also made him momentarily stunned.

This was the first time he had ever played a game where you split a wooden stake with a hammer.

He simply couldn't believe that Gavin had managed to withstand such an exaggerated recoil and still manage to swing the hammer over a thousand times!

He looked at Gavin with a strange expression. Damn it, Gavin is practically a superman!

However, when he saw Gavin, he was stunned for a moment, because Gavin hadn't even started to make a move.

Looking at Gavin, who was standing still with his hammer, Manus couldn't help but ask Gavin a question.

"Why aren't you doing anything, boss!"

"Heh heh, I'll give you a five-hit spree first!"

Gavin stubbornly insisted on his words while rubbing the already broken blisters on his palms with the axe handle.

Damn it, my hand just hurt a bit, I was a step too slow...

Manus, upon hearing Gavin's reply, immediately became furious again.

What kind of Superman is this? The boss is a complete bastard!
While muttering malicious words about Gavin in his mind, Manus channeled his anger into power, pounding the giant wooden stake in front of him.

Gavin waited until Manus struck the fifth time before he started hammering.

"Go, boss! Go, boss!"

Not far away, Winnie, her face flushed, cheered wildly while admiring Gavin swinging his sledgehammer with his upper body fully extended.

Although Gavin is on the thin side, his muscles are even more exaggerated than those of a larger and thicker Bruce Lee.

With his shirt soaked through, and aided by the firelight, Gavin's muscle definition was clearly visible as he swung the hammer to its highest point.

Winnie merely blushed at this, while the other women around her, who weren't completely drunk yet, were practically drooling with envy.

Bella, in particular, is a real wine connoisseur. She started drinking from the first few rounds of the game and drank nearly seventeen bottles of Koshun in one go.

But this girl didn't even flinch!
Bella's voice was almost hoarse from shouting as the hammer pounded down again and again.

Even the relatively quiet Hela took off her coat, wearing only a slightly damp short-sleeved shirt, and cheered wildly at Gavin.

Eighty...eighty...

As the hammer continued to fall, after Gavin had swung it sixty-eight times...

His tree stump immediately cracked.

Meanwhile, Manus's efforts were also beginning to bear fruit; he had already hammered a small crater in the middle of the wooden stake!

Seeing this, Gavin couldn't help but laugh. Manus, this blacksmith, is really strong and has excellent stamina.

It seems he'll have to show some real skill!
With that thought, Gavin suddenly increased his strength and slammed the hammer down hard on the wooden stake.

boom!
The sound of that hammer blow was immediately different, and even Manus, who was panting heavily, couldn't help but look at him.

boom!
boom!
With Gavin giving it his all, each of his hammer blows on the stake produced an exaggerated booming sound, as if it were hitting Manus's heart, causing Manus to let out a sharp booming sound as well.

"Fuck, do you still have any energy left? You're a fucking monster!"

After yelling at Gavin, Manus, drenched in sweat, used his last bit of strength to desperately try to catch up with Gavin.

But after he had hammered about thirty times with all his might...

collapse!
With a loud crash, Gavin's wooden stake completely shattered!
"Fake!"

Manus immediately cursed, his tears mingling with his sweat.

The child was so anxious he cried. Damn it, why is it so hard to win even once?!
Gavin, seeing that he had completely smashed the oak stake, silently raised his hands and accepted the cheers of everyone without saying a word.

At that moment, the cheers were so loud that they even woke up the drunk Nikita.

Nikita groggily opened her eyes and immediately saw Gavin raising his hands to declare victory.

"Ha, as expected, the man I chose couldn't be better..."

Nikita mumbled something in her sleep, then closed her eyes with a blissful expression and continued to sleep soundly in the car.

Gavin, on the other hand, picked up a large glass of whiskey and offered it to Manus.

Manus turned green upon seeing the enormous glass of whiskey.

But he eventually took the strong liquor and gulped it down in one go!

No one will laugh at his defeat, because Gavin was just too awesome!
No one will look down on Manus, because he has already defeated everyone except Gavin!

At this point, the party was completely on track, and even Father Hogan was playing a game of stabbing knives between fingers with old Bert.

The white-haired elderly lady, Danielle, took the musical instrument she had brought in advance and began to play for everyone.

To the music, Bella simply put her arm around Winnie and started dancing.

Hela, along with Diana and others, mingled with the dancing crowd and began competing with Bella.

Hela had received specialized training in dance steps, and even Adriana, who frequented bars and nightclubs, was incredibly skilled at them.

Seeing that she was being overshadowed by more than one woman, Bella snorted angrily and immediately lifted her T-shirt.

Not only did she take off her T-shirt, she even threw away her bra and started bouncing around with her healthy breasts.

"Oh ho ho!"

"Wow!"

"Mazefak!"

"This is fucking awesome!"

Amidst the surprised cheers of the crowd around her, Bella, carrying the rabbit, strode towards Gavin.

She straddled Gavin's lap without any hesitation, then turned around and gave Hela a provocative look.

Gavin then angrily berated Bella.

"Put your clothes on, girl, don't fucking seduce my buddies and keep them up at night!"

"Ha, boss, you can't just scold myself, Adriana did it too!"

Bella immediately turned around, raised her hand, and looked at Adriana, who was vying with her for attention, with a fighting spirit on her face!

Meeting Bella's defiant gaze, Adriana retorted disdainfully.

"Be thankful, Bella, there are no pole dancers at our party! Otherwise, I'd show you what cruelty is. I'm a professional at that kind of dancing!"

"Count me in, damn it, I'm burning up!"

Not far away, Diana excitedly tore open her shirt and enthusiastically showed everyone her rabbit!
Seeing this, Manus's face turned green, but he was worried that if he went to stop them, others would look down on him and Diana, and he would lose face for both of them...

That's right, the minds of young, unruly Americans are indeed that complicated. Losing face at a party is, in their opinion, the most mortifying thing ever, nothing else!
As the three daring girls got even more into the fun, the party finally came to an end around 10:40 p.m.

Until the flames completely died down, until Gavin and Old Feng used a water pump to connect to the nearby river and draw water to thoroughly pour over the ashes in the incineration pit.

The partygoers, still tipsy and full of energy, were escorted one by one to their rooms by Gavin.

That night, Gavin, Madison, Old Feng, and Steve shared their duties as sentries.

And they were standing guard for much more than just a sentry post.

Because their most important task tonight is not to stare into the deep darkness.

Instead, it sends one after another young man and woman, who are so excited that they sneak out of their rooms to do something, back to their rooms!

Of course, it wasn't just young men and women who were excited.

Because, in addition to the young people, the old baron, after drinking too much, also got punched twice by Danielle's husband for banging on her door.

After discovering the fight, Gavin, who was on guard duty, even considered going over to break it up.

But before he could get there, Danielle's husband dragged the beaten baron into the room and didn't let him out all night...

(End of this chapter)