Doomsday America.

With the full operation of the fire protection system, coupled with the suppression from the front and rear by two fire trucks.

Another reason is that Gavin's chicken farm is relatively large.

In short, the fire was brought under control in a short time.

However, Gavin and Alto's clothes were also soaked by the water stains that were everywhere in the chicken farm.

As the workers continued working, the flame that had just been lit was soon extinguished completely.

Feeling the lingering warmth of the chicken farm, Gavin walked expressionlessly past one chicken coop after another, glancing inside. Quite a few chickens had died, but those burned to death were relatively few.

Some chickens, with half their feathers burned off, were running and walking around the chicken farm while being soaked in water.

Compared to those chickens, many more chickens are actually scalded to death by the steam that erupts when water and fire come into contact.

Gavin saw many hens lying there motionless, wet and without any burn marks, but they looked dead... Seeing this, Gavin breathed a sigh of understanding.

In short, as long as not many chickens are burned to death, the total number of dead chickens will not be particularly high.

After all, the high-temperature steam will only last for a short time and won't scald many hens.

The losses suffered by the chicken farm should still be within acceptable limits.

Thinking of this, Gavin turned around and glanced around the chicken farm again, then took out his walkie-talkie and spoke.

"This is Gavin. The fire has been extinguished. Firefighters, move your vehicles to the side to prevent the arsonist from continuing to set fires during their escape." "The personnel originally scheduled to dig a firebreak around the chicken farm can stop digging. Take people into the chicken farm to clear the fire." "Check if the chicken farm's structure is safe, clean up any water inside the chicken farm, collect dead chickens, and turn on the ventilation to dry the live chickens to prevent disease outbreaks." "Let's begin."

After saying that, Gavin left the chicken farm expressionlessly.

The chicken farm doesn't need another worker like him these days; they can just leave the work to the other workers.

What he needs to focus on now is...

Just as Gavin looked into the distance, towards the direction of the Alliance composting plantation...

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted from that direction.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Alto approached Gavin and whispered something.

"Boss, this isn't the effect that can be achieved with just one or two shots. It seems the field agents and the arsonist's vehicle are getting close."

"In that case, the arsonist will be brought back soon."

"You'd better go back to the manor and change your clothes, lest you catch a cold."

"fine."

Gavin shook his head at Otto's suggestion and said in a low voice.

"I'm not so likely to catch a serious illness in this sweltering summer just because I'm wearing wet clothes."

"Go and keep watch with your men. If a new fire breaks out in the direction of the gunfire, your squad will be invaluable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin walked over to Octavian's side on his own.

As he approached, the two crows immediately returned to his shoulder. After landing, Foggin happily stomped on his wet clothes. The texture of the clothes intrigued them, so the two crows began rubbing their heads against the water droplets dripping from Gavin's hair. Sensing the crows' activity, Gavin coldly mounted his horse and sat on Octavian, silently listening to the gunshots.

He wouldn't easily join the battle now, even though it should have been a gunfight between the field agents and a few arsonists; stray bullets were unreliable. And while Gavin waited…

Tap tap tap!

Behind him, dozens of horses came rushing in, with one after another crew members riding on their backs to provide support.

The man in the lead was Eugene, who approached Gavin while clutching something tightly in his arms.

He then casually parked the horse beside Gavin, pulled on the reins with one hand, glanced in the direction of the chicken farm, and cursed at Gavin, "Mazefuck, boss, how many of our chickens died? Will we even get any eggs tomorrow, damn it!"

"I better not catch that damn arsonist alive, or I'll kick his ass right out the door!"

"By the way, boss, I brought this for you. I think you'll definitely need it later!"

"But we have to make a deal. In consideration of the fact that I brought you this, you'd better let me torture him for a while before you make your move!" With that, Eugene handed the longsword he was holding, which weighed nearly nine pounds including its sheath and blade, to Gavin.

Looking at the longsword, gleaming under the lights of fire trucks and other vehicles.

The men around him couldn't help but tense up.

That's right, this is the sword that Gavin used to personally execute several members, the sword that the Alliance members privately called the Execution Sword! This sword is usually placed in front of Gavin's armor, held in his hand by the armor's gauntlets and propped up in front of him.

Rather than calling it an execution sword, it has become a symbol of Gavin's supreme power and a symbol of the Alliance's penal code! At this point, apart from Eugene and a few others, no one dares to easily draw this sword!

Gavin nodded, took the longsword, adjusted his belt buckle, and hung the sword on his waist.

"Well done!"

After hanging up the longsword, Gavin nodded to Eugene.

Upon hearing this, Eugene glanced at Gavin's expressionless face, then at Gavin's slightly disheveled appearance due to the water stains.

For a moment, Eugene swallowed hard; he knew Gavin was suppressing his rage.

Eugene then shook his head, then laughed and looked around, making a teasing remark.

"But boss, this fire came on rather suddenly, but it lasted far too short, didn't it?"

"Look at all these brothers of ours, haha, we were just getting ready to pull off a big heist, working hard all night to refresh ourselves, and we even asked you for a day off tomorrow~" "But the brothers only just got here, and everything's already almost over. How boring!"

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, Eugene, seated on his horse, exaggeratedly waved his arms, signaling the riders around him to join in the commotion.

Americans are good at this, so more than one laugh immediately erupted. One particularly bold field soldier even called out to Gavin from a distance, "Yeah, boss, I was thinking of putting out fires or digging ditches, but it turns out there's not much work to do!"

"And after this fire tonight, will we have an endless supply of roasted chickens tomorrow?"

"Boss, to be honest, we've been out of chicken for a while now. A lot of people have been craving chicken legs for the past two months, but Jon, the head of the kitchen, always has something to say." "Like, the frozen chicken from before the apocalypse is almost gone, and we need to keep our live chickens to breed. If we want to eat chicken legs, we'll have to see if our field team can find some large frozen warehouse hidden somewhere!" "But the apocalypse has lasted this long, and there are still a few small and medium-sized frozen warehouses that have lasted until now. The stuff inside isn't spoiled at all!" "So, maybe we can finally have a good meal tomorrow, hahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, the field clerk rode his horse around the group, raising his right hand as if a victor were parading through the air, listening to the men's laughter. As the laughter grew louder, not only the chicken farm workers couldn't help but peek over, but even Gavin couldn't help but chuckle along. After a couple of brief laughs, Gavin glanced at the young man who had spoken.

That was Zachary Simpson, a young man of Indian descent, one of the original members of the Brotherhood, whom Gavin personally brought back to the camp after trekking over a thousand kilometers. Gavin remembered that the kid was initially very awkward; his skin was as white as a Caucasian's, originally a Brahmin who had once been served by countless people. So when he first arrived at the Brotherhood, he didn't have an easy time. Besides facing some isolation due to his ethnicity, he also had to adapt to a constantly changing life. But after joining the League, the kid gradually stood out. He was quick-witted, had received an elite education, possessed excellent speaking skills, and his personality had undergone a significant transformation after experiencing ups and downs. As for now, just look at how energetic this kid is!

Gavin nodded appreciatively, then gave Eugene a look, and Eugene pursed his lips knowingly.

The boss has his eye on that Indian kid!

Alright, tomorrow I'll bring that kid under my command. I'll first send one of the platoon leaders from the Second Company to sit with him, as a show of force when I return to the Second Company, and also to teach my captains a lesson! Just as Eugene was thinking this, the guys who were all smiles suddenly stopped talking in unison.

Even Zachary, the Indian boy who was just circling the field, couldn't help but rein in his horse.

In the distance, the gunfire had just completely ceased, signifying that Martin and the other field agents' pursuit had come to an end!

As for what the result will be?

Gavin squinted, estimating the distance between himself and the burst of gunfire, then gripped the reins tightly with his right hand, while his left hand silently rested on the execution sword. It was common knowledge that the composting plantation and the chicken farm were almost ten miles apart as the crow flies.

All the land within the composting area is still within the territory of the Alliance Farm!

The distance between the distant gunshots and them was no more than 2.5 kilometers!

The gunfire ended so close by, which only means that the escapee had no chance to escape the Alliance's territory and was immediately subdued by Martin and his men! Gavin, having confirmed the situation, pursed his lips and then growled at the field agents surrounding him.

"Alright, stop joking around and get to the chicken farm to help out. Just say what I said on the walkie-talkie!"

While Gavin was talking about this, further away, Old Feng had already rushed over with his office staff.

Seeing that the field staff had taken a big step ahead of him, Lao Feng gritted his teeth in frustration as soon as he parked his car, then strode towards Gavin and called out.

"Sorry, boss, I'm late. I was too slow in gathering the men!"

While taking the blame upon himself, Old Feng skillfully grabbed Gavin's reins and led the horse for him.

The field staff around them burst into laughter at Lao Feng's words.

Hearing the laughter from the field staff, Gavin clapped his hands and released his sword in annoyance.

"What the hell are you laughing at, you piece of shit? Get the hell out of here and get to work!"

While urging the field staff to get lost, Gavin lowered his hand, grabbed Lao Feng's shoulder, and said in Chinese.

"And you, don't try that Eastern approach. The guys in America don't respect leaders who aren't strong enough!"

"Besides, I'm not an idiot, nor am I a fucking tyrant!"

"When the fire broke out, the field staff were already gathered for training, while the office staff were scattered in various locations."

"You and William clearly chose a division of labor: he controls the estate, and you investigate the cause of the accident. None of this violated my orders, so what wrong have you done?" "Do you really want me to put on a show of a wise ruler and a virtuous minister before you're satisfied? Hahahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, Gavin patted Old Feng heavily on the shoulder.

The look in his eyes as he and Lao Feng exchanged said it all.

What Lao Feng was actually doing wasn't admitting his mistake, but rather, like Eugene, finding something to do to ease his emotions.

However, there's no need to elaborate on that.

only……

Looking at Lao Feng at this moment, Gavin couldn't help but sigh.

The old Feng who was once wary of everyone around him, and harbored many schemes and calculations, has finally become more magnanimous and resourceful. That's how easy it is to accumulate experience in management positions!

The talent of a county can govern a country; countless historical stories have long illustrated this point.

Whether it's Old Feng or Eugene, the guys have grown immeasurably with the passage of time and the accumulation of experience. Even in this growth, some of the slower-growing guys will inevitably be left behind.

But seeing your colleagues become better and better alongside you is a truly comforting feeling.

As a result, Gavin's mood improved considerably!

Seeing Gavin's knowing smile, Old Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned closer to Gavin, tilted his head back, and asked in a low voice.

"So, boss, the shooting has stopped, the arsonist has probably been caught, do I still need to investigate the chicken farm?"

What do you think?

Gavin countered with a question, throwing the question back to Lao Feng himself.

Old Feng nodded quickly.

"I think we still need to investigate. At least we need to find out the core factors that allowed the arsonist to successfully carry out his plan, and try to establish defensive rules, such as strengthening control over fuel and the activity time of alliance members." "This kind of successful arson is definitely not a plan that a fool could easily execute on a whim. The arsonist may not be smart enough to use remote control techniques." "But he at least managed to collect fuel, evade the sentries' attention, and even stole a car!"

"Anyway, boss, I'll take the guys to take a look, and while we're at it, I'll pick up the dead chickens for the field crew."

"Okay, go ahead!"

Gavin nodded upon hearing Lao Feng's words.

Just as he nodded, Martin's voice finally came through the walkie-talkie.

"Mazefak!"

Martin was the first to curse.

"Boss, it's Martin. I fucking caught the arsonist. He's all alone, damn it, this guy's a cook, he's a fucking cook!" "Fuck? A cook? God? I...fuck!"

No sooner had Martin finished speaking than Jon, who was resting and waiting around Nikita's sofa in the manor, couldn't help but curse out loud. As for Doris next to him, she was completely stunned.

And Gavin…

After a moment of silence, Gavin turned on the walkie-talkie and spoke softly.

"Roger that, this is Gavin. Take the arsonist to the park in front of the manor!"

"In addition, I require everyone in the alliance except those currently working to assemble in the park square in front of the manor!" "Internal staff, keep an eye on the personnel; rooftop field staff, aim one-third of the searchlights at the manor park!"

"I...will be there immediately!"