Doomsday America.

Seeing that his fellow workers were all quite depressed, and that their eyes were filled with unease and fear as they looked at him, he realized that they were all quite depressed.

So Gavin didn't waste any time, but quickly rode his horse through the crowd to the speech area specially reserved in the center of the courtyard.

Although Gavin did not specifically request the construction of this speech under the rock.

However, when the workers were building the manor, they conveniently set aside a space for a speech in the middle of this large courtyard. The speech platform, though not tall, was far from simple; it wasn't just a plain wooden structure, but a stone platform painstakingly built by a few workers skilled in stone carving and sculpting. Gavin approached the platform, quietly dismounted, and then pulled the arsonist from Eugene's horse. Holding the arsonist by the back of his hand, Gavin silently walked towards the platform.

Thomas, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped aside when Gavin arrived. He took the unconscious arsonist from Gavin's side and positioned him so that he was kneeling and facing the crowd. Even so, the arsonist remained unconscious.

And Gavin.

Just as Thomas was placing the arsonist, he frowned slightly and picked up the microphone that had been prepared beforehand.

Gavin brought the microphone to his lips, pondered for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Guys, only Gabriel was involved in this arson; there were no others!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin lowered his hand from the microphone and looked around at the guys around him.

At that moment, the uneasy looks in the men's eyes quickly changed, and most of them became alert and excited!

"Kill him!!!"

Suddenly someone started shouting!

"Kill him!"

More people started cheering!

The tense atmosphere that had just filled the room was suddenly replaced by a lively one just because of Gavin's words!

The reason is simple: the guys will no longer feel uneasy about the arsonist's presence!

Before Gavin explicitly stated the number of criminals, the waiting men around him were all worried that someone nearby might be facing execution! More than the possibility of someone being executed, they were concerned that their daily lives might be used against them by the criminals! But when Gavin revealed the number of criminals…

Even if Gabriel still had a few friends, no one would defend him at this time.

Even his friends were the most fortunate at this moment, because Gabriel's actions had not implicated them!

That's incredibly lucky!

In short, in the blink of an eye, the courtyard, which had been shrouded in gloom, became lively again.

The calls for Gabriel's execution grew increasingly heated as the men gradually regained their enthusiasm!

Hearing the increasingly unified shouts, Gavin took a deep breath and then waved to Thomas beside him.

Seeing this, Thomas nodded, steadied Gabriel, and then got up and walked behind Gavin.

Once he was sure Thomas was far away, Gavin said nothing more, but instead drew his longsword from his waist with a swift motion.

He simply held the sword in his right hand and the microphone in his left, speaking softly to the roaring men surrounding him.

"Gabriel's actions of setting fire to the chicken farm, which resulted in the death of a small number of chickens, may have damaged the interests of the alliance."

"I only ever have one answer."

At this point, Gavin casually tossed the microphone back to Thomas.

As Thomas took the microphone, Gavin gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, raised it high, and aimed it at the moonlight on the horizon.

He didn't want to waste any more time with Gabriel.

If Gabriel's crimes truly reveal hidden class conflicts within the League, or prove the existence of bullying practices, Gavin might give him a chance to speak his last words, allowing him to use his life and story to further expose the contradictions that have arisen during the League's growth. This would give Gavin room to adjust and modify the League's future.

But in reality, the person kneeling before him was a logistics talent he had once placed high hopes on.

In reality, they were just driven mad by this endless apocalypse.

So who would want to listen to a madman spouting nonsense?

And so, Gavin did not hesitate and brought the knife down.

brush!

As the blade swirled, Gabriel hadn't even had time to emerge from his unconscious state before his tightly closed eyes never had a chance to open again, only the muscles at the corners of his eyes trembling slightly with the final struggle of his nerves. His head also fell to the ground, rolling along the path of the speech.

Gavin watched as the head rolled to the side of the speech, only to be scooped up by the nearest fanatical member and slammed to the ground! "Stomp him to death!"

Fuck your mother!

"Fuck him!"

"Kick him to death!"

"Damn bastard!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Amidst a chorus of curses, Gavin watched as Gabriel's head vanished completely into the crowd before the speech. His head was kicked like a ball, stomped on like a balloon, his ears torn, his face ripped open, and the little blood and tissue fluid that remained seeped out stuck to the trousers and shoes of many people! *Thud!*

Until one day, someone's foot crushed his skull.

Gavin, who was witnessing everything, took a deep breath and silently turned away.

"Someone come here!"

Gavin said softly.

"Nail his body...outside the chicken farm!"

"Yes, sir!"

No sooner had Gavin finished speaking than an office worker received the order and quickly took away Gabriel's body.

It wasn't until Gabriel's body was dragged away that the frenzied crowd finally calmed down a little.

Taking advantage of this moment, Gavin took the microphone back from Thomas and continued speaking to the guys who were still caught up in the frenzy.

"We must learn from this, guys, we must remember this lesson!"

"Regarding Gabriel's situation, I don't believe it was due to inadequate internal supervision. After all, he was a key figure working in the kitchen; he had a thousand reasons to go to the chicken farm, didn't he?" "Who would think that a respected chef would go to a chicken farm not to prepare tomorrow's breakfast, but to deliver an unimaginable disaster?" "Therefore, I declare that in this incident, no one in the League... committed dereliction of duty, but the League must learn from this!"

At this point, Gavin's gaze fell on the two groups.

Those two groups were among the few present who were still unable to relax after Gabriel's death.

One of them is naturally the office staff, because the appearance of the arsonist is a slap in the face to the office staff!

At this moment, the staff led by William were far from relieved by the arsonist's death.

The mere presence of the arsonist already constitutes a dereliction of duty on their part!

As for those who are still nervous about the second wave...

Well, they were naturally Gabriel's kitchen team.

Jon Fletcher's face never looked good, especially as Gabriel's head was kicked and trampled back and forth in the crowd closest to the speaker. Jon's face looked as if... his own head had been chopped off and kicked and trampled!

Even though Gavin had emphasized that there was only one criminal, Jon's expression did not improve at all.

Because he knew it all too well...

In any case, it was a shocking fact that one of his key subordinates committed arson and caused such a huge problem.

Regardless of whether Gavin is implicated or not.

He, Jon Fletcher, the logistics manager, was directly responsible!

As for the deputy head of logistics, Sister Doris.

Or rather, Doris was the real head of logistics, but she didn't manage things much, while Jon held all the power in logistics. Anyway, at this moment, Doris was still carefree, clasping her hands in front of her chest and silently praying.

I don't know what they were praying for.

But Jon...

He glanced at Doris, his face covered in sweat, then closed his eyes enviously.

Good heavens, why wasn't I one of the League's founding members?!

If I had just met Gavin a few days earlier, I could have become one of the stable old guard!

But now, look at that middle-aged woman who knows nothing.

Because she was a veteran, she didn't even need to consider the consequences of this incident...

but me……

Good heavens...

How can I explain this to Gavin so that this trouble can be resolved peacefully?

His Majesty Gavin, protect me...

Leaving aside Jon's lingering emotions, Gavin continued to look at the office staff and kitchen crew after finishing his sentence.

Although their complexions didn't immediately return to normal, after receiving their promise, their faces regained some color, and their expressions improved considerably. As for Jon, who was covered in sweat…

Gavin gave him a serious look, then silently pursed his lips, eager to bring the microphone to his mouth.

"But even if we take this as a lesson, guys, I don't think we need to be wary of every single one of our companions."

"Even in the arson incident where Gabriel's madness damaged the interests of the League, when he committed such a serious act, he couldn't find a single ally in the League, or even among us, willing to help him!"

"He is the true loner in the Alliance, and everyone who dares to try to destroy the Alliance is destined to be lonely, despised, and utterly scorned by every one of us upright fellows, who wish we could kill them!"

"Look around us, where can we find another Gabriel?"

"How could there be another madman who would want to destroy his own harbor and our pride, this very place we call home, the last hope that allows us to embrace survival and continue our existence in an apocalypse?"

"And regarding our hopes, I have some good news to share with everyone!"

"That is, while Gabriel's actions did cause substantial damage to our chicken farm, that damage won't be annihilated!" "He did kill some of our hens, but the remaining hens are like seeds of hope, and they won't be destroyed by a single blow!" "We still have enough hens left, and our valiant field team will surely find more and bring them back in time!" "Our egg supply won't decrease, and I believe the taste of the dishes prepared in the kitchen will improve after this incident; otherwise, the chefs wouldn't have lived up to the shock we suffered!" "As for the hens that have already died..."

"Don't worry, guys, maybe we can enjoy a few whole chicken feasts in the next few days!"

"And I remember it's been a long time since we've had a proper fried chicken meal, hasn't it?"

"So we should still have the energy to cheer, even if it's just for the long-awaited whole chicken feast, but after the cheers, tonight's farce should end." "The night should be left for our own rest and sleep, not for us to be here worrying about a fucking madman!" With that, Gavin turned and handed the microphone to Thomas, then walked off the stage with a clean and decisive step.

The sins committed by a simple madman are not worth Gavin wasting any more time on, putting psychological pressure on every guy around him during his speech. The pressure of the apocalypse is imminent, and traces of zombies are everywhere.

In such an environment, madmen are bound to emerge in large numbers, especially since this is America, which is known for producing madmen.

Even if Gabriel is executed today, new madmen will appear tomorrow or the day after. Gavin and the League can only prepare for such situations. And the more this is the case, the less Gavin and the League can afford to be overly alarmed.

Because the more tense the environment, the more madmen are produced, right?

With this in mind, Gavin left the speech feeling bored and went against the crowd to Nikita's side.

Watching Nikita gently stroking her belly, Gavin wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and asked softly.

"Were you scared?"

"Oh? Honey, do you mean it scared me, or it scared our baby?"

Nikita smiled and took Gavin's arm, then naturally followed him away from the crowd, heading first towards the manor.

As she walked, Nikita chuckled mischievously and pinched Gavin's arm muscles.

"If you say you scared me, then you are underestimating me too much. I am a warrior, and I will not be scared by a head."

"And is it that you're worried beheading will frighten our children, sir?"

"No, no, the little guy is very quiet. After all, he is the child of two warriors, and a brave boy. He will grow up healthy and brave. We all know that, don't we?" Nikita said, rubbing her belly happily.

Her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and Old Bert and the other two men who knew a little about medicine gathered together and figured Nikita wouldn't be due for another two or three months. As for the gender of the baby...

Before today, Gavin really didn't know whether the child was a boy or a girl!

And now…

Gavin, quick to grasp the information in Nikita's words, instinctively tightened his grip on her arm, his eyes wide with unusual nervousness as he asked, "Wait, Nikita, you mean... our child is a boy?"

"Yes, sir, that's what I like about you; you never miss a single word I say."

Seeing Gavin's flustered expression, Nikita smiled happily, then snuggled into Gavin's arms, nuzzling her head against his chest, and said, "I just had another check-up today, old Bert did it for me."

"Yes, darling, you heard right, our child is an exceptionally strong little boy, he is our son." "You're going to have a son!"