Doomsday America

Chapter 78 Chief Cowboy
"This one……"

Faced with Gavin's reprimand, Eugene awkwardly pursed his lips and sheepishly pulled out a new cigarette.

Eugene said with a smirk as he handed the cigarette to Gavin.

"Calm down, boss. How could I possibly drive at you? I even dodged a pickup truck."

"It's just that my leg sometimes really doesn't cooperate; Old Mai has told me that several times already."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene slapped his thigh hard.

Hearing the crackling sounds, Madison pursed his lips and asked softly.

"So you admit you were so scared by the bulldozer that your leg started shaking again, Redhead?"

"Admittedly, it's bullshit, the way that thing moved was so amazing, I even felt like I was sitting on a runaway Gundam!"

Eugene gave an exaggerated description, while Gavin, smoking a cigarette, led the two away from the bulldozer and headed towards the dairy farm.

As the cow carcass drew ever closer, Madison rubbed his pants and muttered something under his breath.

"Boss, let's lift that thing up in a bit. I don't think it weighs more than a thousand pounds. We should be strong enough!"

"That's the only way. But it's not a matter of weight. The cow's center of gravity is too far from the barbell, so it will probably take a lot of effort."

Gavin nodded and strode over to the cow.

He pointed to the pickup truck not far away and said.

"Eugene, bring the car over here. We'll try to lift the cow up. If that doesn't work, we'll find some sticks to use as levers."

"Alright, I'll have no problem driving the pickup truck!"

Eugene quickly nodded and then parked the pickup truck in front of the cows.

Once the car was parked, Madison went to the cow's head, picked up the huge cow's head, and lifted half of the cow's body up.

"Boss!"

Seeing that the cow's head had already reached the height of the truck bed, Madison quickly shouted to Gavin.

Gavin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a disgusted expression, approached the cow's rear end, grabbed its leg, and lifted it up roughly.

What level of power does Gavin possess?

To put it another way, the world deadlift record is 505 kilograms, or half a ton.

While Gavin's physique wasn't ridiculously large, his deadlift record was a whopping 480 kilograms, far exceeding the level of a normal human!
How much does a cow weigh?

This cow weighs only about 700 pounds.

Despite the problem of a disoriented center of gravity, Gavin lifted it with all his might, creating the visual illusion that he almost flung the cow into the air!

Using the upward force, Madison grabbed the cow by the neck and pushed it onto the cart.

Gavin quickly used his shoulder to push the cow's rump and forcefully shoved it into the truck bed!

Inside the car, Eugene, who had leaned out the window, saw this scene and involuntarily swallowed hard.

"You...you..."

His eyes were glazed over, and he spoke with a trembling mouth.

"You guys are fucking superheroes!"

"Surprised my foot! Have you ever seen Superman covered in blood?"

Madison exhaled a breath of stale air and, supporting himself, patted the bloodstains off his body.

Although neither he nor Gavin touched the cow's most bloodied and mangled belly sides.

However, after the violent ordeal, the wounds on the cow's neck and head were still covered with a lot of thick, gelatinous blood from Madison.

As for Gavin...

He looked at his leather jacket, which had been rubbed by a cow's rear end, and sighed sadly.

It's the end of the world; we have to adapt, we absolutely must adapt.

While trying to convince himself, Gavin patted the dirt off his shoulder and then patted Pikachu.

"Drive, Eugene, load up a few more corpses."

"okay."

Thus, Eugene, having gained a great deal of knowledge, drove on and came closer to several more corpses, allowing Gavin and Madison to fill the truck bed.

Then, the three of them began making one trip after another.

Aside from the cow carcasses, only the few that were crushed by Eugene's bulldozer were somewhat grotesque and challenging.

After repeatedly pushing their psychological limits, Gavin and his two companions made four trips back and forth, finally clearing out all the zombies from the dairy farm.

After confirming that the dairy farm was ready, Gavin turned his gaze to the road in the distance.

Noticing Gavin's gaze, Madison asked.

"Boss, are you eyeing that dead horse by the forest?"

"Yes."

Gavin nodded, then got into the car and let Eugene drive towards the forest.

Gavin didn't know if there were any zombie corpses left in the forest, nor was he willing to risk going in to explore.

But since the dead horse is outside the forest, let's get rid of it so it won't be an eyesore when we see it occasionally.

Eugene and his companion had no objection to this, and soon they stopped in front of the dead horse.

Gavin got out of the car and squatted in front of the dead horse, which had been mostly eaten by crows, staring blankly at the exposed bones.

Madison gave a disgusted yelp, then kicked Dead Horse and said.

"Boss, there are quite a few birds in this forest. I have a feeling that even if we leave it alone, this dead horse will be nothing but bones by tomorrow at the latest."

"That's possible, but since we're already here, let's do something about it."

Gavin shrugged, then together with Old Mike, they threw half a dead horse onto the truck, and picked up a shovel to scoop up the horse's entrails.

After dealing with the remains of the dead horse, Gavin looked at the forest, his right hand unable to resist reaching for the Colt python.

However, after thinking for a moment, he finally gave up the idea of ​​firing a shot to see if he could lure out zombies or living people.

The forest beneath Lake Richard is more than twice the size of Gavin's farm.

Dozens of zombies rushing into the forest is like finding a needle in a haystack. Even if some zombies do hear the gunshots and come running, Gavin doesn't know how long he'll have to wait before he can see and deal with them.

Having put that thought aside, Gavin and his two companions returned to the dairy farm and filled several oil drums at the oil tanks.

In places like dairy farms and agricultural areas where industrial vehicles are frequently used, farms are equipped with fuel tanks and fuel nozzles.

We can't expect industrial vehicles to drive dozens of kilometers to refuel and then drive dozens of kilometers back to work; that would be such a waste of time.

After taking the fuel, grabbing the shovel, and finding a few buckets, they...

The three returned to the pile of bodies and began digging around the pile of bodies to create a barrier.

This task was much more complicated. The three of them worked for more than 30 minutes, taking turns shoveling, before finally managing to dig out a nearly one-meter-wide strip of no grass around the pile of corpses.

After securing the firebreak, the three of them still needed to find enough firewood to help with the burning.

Fortunately, there was a forest nearby, and they even brought a chainsaw.

Amidst the frantic roar of the chainsaw, the three men felled two large trees and spent several tens of minutes dragging them back to the vicinity of the pile of corpses, where they cut them into pieces with the chainsaw.

After pushing the logs into the pile of corpses, Eugene wiped the sweat from his brow, picked up the oil drum, walked over to the pile of corpses, and poured the oil as evenly as possible onto it.

Watching Eugene pour the oil, Gavin pointed to the bucket and said to Old Man Mike.

"Let's go get some water to wet the grass outside the isolation zone, and also prepare some water in case of an accident."

"Ok."

The three of them worked together and spent another ten minutes leaving water as a safety precaution.

Gavin then finally managed to pull out a lighter and set the entire pile of bodies on fire.

Eugene leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, and watched the flame grow larger and the black smoke rise into the sky.

Madison went to the car and got some Coke, giving one to Gavin and one to Eugene. Gavin opened the back door of the pickup truck, sat inside, looked at the raging fire outside, and took a satisfying sip of Coke.

Eugene, standing nearby, chuckled as he exhaled smoke.

"Tsk tsk, this scene makes me feel like I've traveled back two hundred years. Do you think this is what they looked like when they burned Native Americans?"

"Don't tell hellish jokes at a time like this, I'm fucking disgusted!"

Madison grumbled at Eugene, then sat down on the grass, staring blankly at the towering flames.

The smell of the fat from hundreds of corpses burning rapidly was indescribable; once such a fire started, it wouldn't be easily extinguished.

Moreover, Gavin and his two companions had to add fuel from time to time to keep the fire burning and try to burn the bodies as much as possible.

The three of them worked around the fire for more than three hours before the fire showed any signs of being extinguished, or rather, only signs.

Just then, the walkie-talkies on the three men's waists rang.

Winnie's lively, overlapping voice reached the ears of the three.

"Boss, boss, this is Winnie. Doris is planning to make roast beef, char mi champagne rolls, and caramel apples for lunch. When are you and the uncles coming back?"

Upon hearing this, Madison and Eugene quickly switched the intercom to another channel.

This is why a squad often doesn't carry many walkie-talkies, because when squad members are close together, the echo becomes too chaotic.

After only one sound remained, Gavin looked at the still-burning pile of corpses and smelled the fragrance in the air.

He then turned on the intercom and replied in a calm voice.

"No grilled beef!"

"Roger that!"

Winnie responded cheerfully, then asked Gavin.

"How about fried clams instead? Doris said she has a lot of clams at home, and they're better eaten fresh."

"Sure, as long as it's not grilled beef!"

Gavin emphasized this point, and then the intercom fell silent.

Once Winnie's voice had completely faded away, Eugene and Madison couldn't help but look at Gavin.

The three of them looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

"No barbecue is good, I probably won't want to smell barbecue for a week!" Eugene said with a laugh.

"Yeah, this smell... to be honest, it's actually quite fragrant!"

Madison laughed and took a deep breath.

Hearing Madison's words, Gavin sniffed the smell with annoyance and cursed.

"Smells bad, it's burnt! Don't disgust me!"

They chatted and joked around while drinking and having fun.

The three waited for another forty minutes or so before the flames finally began to die down.

The muscles and fat of hundreds of corpses were burned into charcoal and ash as the fire raged, leaving only the bones stubbornly retaining their shape.

After confirming that the fire was almost completely extinguished, Gavin kicked Madison, who was sleeping soundly against the wheel and snoring, and then kicked Eugene, who was lying on the ground drooling.

"Get up, you bastards! How long did you actually sleep last night?"

You can't sleep when you're trying to sleep, but you sleep soundly when you're working, right?

While waking the two men, Gavin picked up a bucket and walked towards the pile of bones, splashing water onto the hot bones and dust.

Hearing the sound of water vapor being rapidly evaporated by the high temperature, Eugene quickly sat up, clutching his pistol and momentarily bewildered.

At the same time, Madison shook his head and agreed to Gavin.

"I don't know either, but I didn't sleep well last night. I woke up many times."

“I’ve woken up many times too, but unlike you, you big coward, I’m not woken up by my own fear; I’m woken up by William’s sleep-talking!”

Eugene patted Old Mac on the shoulder, then got up, picked up a bucket, and followed Gavin as they poured water into the pile of bones.

After the water was used up, the three of them did not go to the river a hundred meters away to fetch more water. Instead, they picked up shovels and shoveled the soil from the firebreak directly into the fire.

Although the task was tedious, Gavin did it with exceptional care.

After all, what is the biggest fear for a grassland of tens of thousands of acres?
Are you most afraid of zombies?

Stop joking. Zombies are dangerous, but you need at least a few thousand or tens of thousands of them to form a horde.

Using the open terrain of the farm, Gavin could easily shake him off.

However, the more expansive the grassland, the more vulnerable it is to fire.

Fires on grasslands are a million times more terrifying than zombies!
And so the three began the long task of burying the embers, with Gavin having to make sure that not a single spark remained.

Meanwhile, inside the manor.

As time continued to pass, Gavin and his two companions still hadn't returned.

As Bella sorted all the maids' clothes into a room, she spoke somewhat nervously to old Bert, who was sitting in the second-floor corridor.

"Old White Man, what are you looking at? Haven't they come back yet?"

"Ha, anyway, I'm definitely not looking at your annoyed face~"

Old Bert moved the binoculars away and called out to Bella.

Upon hearing this, Bella pouted in annoyance, then put away her clothes and returned to the hall.

Just then, William, limping, led Winnie back to the hall from the direction of the shooting range.

Upon seeing Bella, Winnie happily raised her Glock 43 and called out to Bella from afar.

"Bella, look at my new toy! Isn't the Peppa Pig design gorgeous?"

"The boss and the others haven't come back yet. Do you want to go and learn how to use a gun? I'll continue tidying your clothes."

As soon as she finished speaking, Winnie ran to Bella's side and excitedly put the gun back into its holster.

Bella glanced at Winnie's pistol, raised her hand and smacked Winnie on the head hard, then sneered.

“I’m not like you, a little kid who’s never even touched a gun. When I was in high school, my dad got me a membership at a shooting club. I’ve handled more guns than you’ve ever seen!”

After saying that, Bella lifted her loose hoodie, revealing her slender waist and the gun holster that clung to her waist.

There, a Taran Tactical Master Competition Glock 17 was pressed tightly against Bella's waist, its muzzle pointed directly at her navel.

Seeing this, Winnie narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

When did you go to the shooting range?

"I went there right after I finished washing the dishes, kid. There's a lot you don't know!"

Bella ruffled Winnie's hair and smiled as she pulled down her collar.

On the second-floor corridor, watching the two girls, one big and one small, playfully fighting, old Bert sighed deeply, then moved his binoculars to continue observing.

Noticing old Bert's actions, William looked up and asked him.

"So, Albert, have you found anything?"

"It's best if nothing is found, young man. I don't want to be this old and see something R-rated through my binoculars..."

Albert suddenly stopped talking.

This sudden silence made William tense up.

He quickly abandoned the two girls who were playing around, went directly below Albert, and continued to press Albert for answers.

"What happened, Albert!"

"There was indeed an unexpected incident; there were people coming from the direction of the horse farm!"

After responding to William's question, old Bert quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie and pressed a button.

“Gavin, this is Albert. Someone is approaching on horseback from the direction of the horse farm. Judging from the color of the horse, it looks like our chief cowboy!”

(End of this chapter)