Doomsday America

Chapter 54 Departure, Gun Calibration

"It's time to get moving, haha, with this gun and enough bullets, I can take care of the whole town by myself!"

Eugene, beaming with excitement, held his gun and boasted, while casually giving Gavin a high-five.

But then, he immediately changed the high-five to a double high-five.

Seeing this, Madison and Gavin came closer, placed their hands in front of Eugene, and stacked their three right hands together.

Seeing that everyone had responded to his call, Eugene excitedly muttered something.

"Rangers, lead the charge!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the three men withdrew their hands and nimbly left the armory, heading towards the main hall.

As they passed by the group waiting in the corridor, Winnie grabbed Gavin's wrist as he approached and asked him a question.

"Boss, when are you guys coming back? Before dinner? I'm worried my mom won't know what to do tonight!"

"what."

Gavin pulled his hand out and rubbed Winnie's head.

"Don't overthink it. There's no danger at all on this trip. We'll definitely be back by sunset at the latest."

After saying this, Gavin released Winnie and turned to old Bert on the sofa.

"Old Bert, where are your gloves?"

“Go to the blacksmith’s shop outside. All my tools are there, and my car keys are hanging there too.”

Old Bert waved from afar, then couldn't help but ask.

"But weren't you going to scout the situation? Gloves aren't always necessary for scouting."

“Be prepared.”

Gavin responded calmly, then left the hall and went to the courtyard.

The garage door was closed, so Gavin went to the blacksmith shop and peeked inside.

Madison licked his lips, casually placed his gun on the workbench, and went to the blacksmith's wall to select melee weapons.

"Tsk tsk, Viking battle axe, ram's horn hammer, German halberd, Indian scimitar, two-handed knight's sword, fucking awesome!"

Madison couldn't resist picking up a two-handed greatsword and gesturing at it as he spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, can this thing slice a pig in half in one go?"

"Maybe, but this thing isn't as useful as a claw hammer!"

Gavin leaned closer, picked out a large one-handed claw hammer that was only 45 centimeters long and weighed about 2.5 kilograms, and hung it on his waist.

For him, what could be better for dealing with zombies than a claw hammer that can kill them one by one?
Despite his extraordinary strength, comparable to a world record, it still took him considerable effort to decapitate a zombie with a single-handed knife.

The ram's horn hammer is like hammering nails; as long as a zombie gets close, you can swing it and smash it into its head. The pointed end of the ram's horn hammer doesn't require much effort to penetrate the zombie's brain.

The claw hammer that Old Bert used for fun was actually quite heavy, since the weight of a one-handed sword generally does not exceed one kilogram.

However, this weight is just right for Gavin, who is very strong and it won't affect his agility in swinging.

Seeing that Gavin had chosen the ram's horn warhammer, Eugene and Madison both took off their sabers.

Madison chose a Viking one-handed axe and hung it on his waist, while Eugene extended his hand to Gavin and smiled.

"Dude, give me back my dagger. I'm used to that, and I don't like carrying long melee weapons."

"Ha, no problem, but you'd better keep it safe, this is a dagger that's killed two zombies!"

Gavin took off the dagger and its sheath and threw it to Eugene, who then tied it back to his leg.

Afterwards, the group found some leather material in the blacksmith's shop to use for binding weapon handles.

Gavin simply picked out a few pieces of leather of suitable shape and scattered them among the crowd.

"Let's help each other wrap our forearms and calves."

"receive."

Eugene agreed and leaned closer to help Gavin bind his limbs with leather.

Then Madison went to the saddle in the corner and found a few pairs of leather gloves, saying regretfully to Gavin.

"I found gloves, but they're all too small, I can't wear them at all, shit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison nervously stretched out his large hand.

Gavin put on gloves, patted his arm, and laughed.

"We don't need you to be at the forefront, buddy. We're not fighting zombies hand-to-hand."

After speaking, Gavin glanced at everyone again, and after confirming that the leg wraps and arm wraps were in place, he went to the blacksmith's shop to get the car keys and opened the garage door.

There was another Ford F-150 in the garage, also known as the Ford Raptor pickup truck.

However, this Raptor is much more pristine than Eugene's 800-year-old car that has served countless people.

There are only a few popular pickup trucks in America, such as Ford, Chevrolet, GMC, and Dodge, so it's not uncommon to see the same brand on a truck.

Gavin opened the car door, adjusted the steering wheel and the angle of the steering wheel to make himself comfortable. Then, he started the car and slowly drove out of the garage.

In the hall, Winnie chased after the pickup truck as it drove towards the gate, waving goodbye.

But the pickup truck did not respond; instead, it drove away from the villa and disappeared into the forests and paths of the resort area.

As the villa receded into the distance, Eugene, sitting in the back seat, glanced back at the car and chuckled.

"Boss, that kid is saying hello to you, aren't you going to say goodbye?"

"What's the good-bye?"

Gavin rolled his eyes.

"That clever little brat's anxiety is practically overflowing; she's desperately trying to fit in. She'll get used to it."

"Besides, things like today will happen almost every day from now on. Do we have to treat every time we go out as a life-or-death separation? I'm not that emotional."

After speaking, Gavin turned right onto the main road of the resort area and merged onto Highway 283.

He spoke to Eugene and Madison as he sped up.

"Three kilometers ahead, near the shore of the lake close to Chambers Dam, there is a small villa of my own, but there is not much in it. I only stay there when I want to play in the water."

"However, I think the dam is a good place to calibrate rifles. What do you guys think?"

“Okay, anywhere is fine. Anyway, this area is all plains, and the dam is at least a high point.”

Eugene nodded in agreement, and Gavin then drove along the main road toward the dam, stopping at the edge of the Chambers Dam.

The Chambers Dam is 620 meters wide and 24 meters high, with the control center located on the opposite shore of the lake.

Gavin set up his binoculars on the shore, glanced at the control center and signal tower about six kilometers away, and shook his head regretfully.

"It's a bit too far, we can't see anything, but I think we can't attract zombies from six kilometers away by calibrating our guns on the shore."

As for whether there are other zombies in the surrounding area?

Gavin carried his binoculars and searched around, but didn't see any buildings within 1.5 kilometers.

This is a flood discharge dam, after all; there wouldn't be so many buildings piled up nearby.

Seeing that Gavin put down his binoculars without saying anything, Eugene simply walked towards the dam.

It's not the rainy season yet, so the dam won't face the risk of flooding, and nobody's in charge of it, so walking on it isn't a big deal.

The three of them climbed over the guardrail one after another and stood on the dam, which was nearly eight meters wide.

Eugene crawled to the ground, set up the bipod that came with the MK11, stabilized it, and naturally spread his legs to aim the gun.

He lit a cigarette, placed it aside without smoking, and just smiled as he watched the smoke drift away.

"It's been a long time since I've come across something this good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he adjusted his scope, casually aimed at a dead tree outside the dam's spillway area, and fired the first shot.

Gavin had used guns before, but only when accompanying friends to target practice or hunting with family.

Give him a precise gun, and he can shoot very accurately using his eyesight and control of the gun, but he doesn't have the skill to calibrate it right now.

Eugene fired about seven bullets in six minutes, then nodded in satisfaction and reached out his hand to Gavin while lying there.

"Come on, let me proofread yours too."

"No problem, teach me when you have time."

Gavin handed the HK416 to Eugene, who then lay there and continued firing.

This time, he adjusted the single-action and burst fire modes and fired a full magazine before turning his shoulders and getting up with a satisfied expression.

“I used the HK416 not long ago and it didn’t need any adjustments. It was the mk11 that took me a lot of effort.”

After saying that, he handed the HK to Gavin and then casually walked towards the car.

Seeing this, Madison couldn't help but take a step closer and ask.

"Wait, Redhead, don't I need to adjust mine?"

"Are you an idiot? You're a fucking troll, a troll!"

When Madison pressed him for answers, Eugene gave him the middle finger, while Gavin got into the car.

After all three people got in the car, the vehicle returned to Highway 283 and continued on its way.

As Madison watched the flat grasslands flash by and the occasional telephone poles in the distant fields, he rubbed the barrel of his shotgun and asked Gavin, looking slightly nervous.

"Boss, are we really going to scout? Judging from your expression, it seems like... we're going to take direct action!"

"This..."

Gavin licked his lips and smiled.

"If there aren't many zombies, it's better to take them out as soon as possible. We have too many things to do, and sometimes we have to take some risks."

"However, whether to conduct reconnaissance or take direct action will depend on the situation on the ground."

(End of this chapter)