Doomsday America.

Chapter 402 The Biker Party's War Preparations

Just as Gavin was sighing, Edward, who had wandered off somewhere, somehow returned to the dining table.

Seeing that there were hardly any people left at the table, and that the lady had already left in anger.

Edward grinned, immediately returned to his seat, picked up his plate, and sat down next to Gavin, continuing to eat his leftovers as he spoke.

"What's wrong, boss? Did you upset Madam?"

"Niki's mood has been getting worse lately, but it's okay, she'll be back to normal soon."

Gavin nodded to Edward in response.

Edward chuckled knowingly, then continued speaking with a light laugh.

"I don't think it's an emotional issue. Madam's anger seems justified. After all, no woman wants her husband not by her side when she gives birth, right?"

"So, boss, should we talk to the Speaker and postpone our agreement with him for a while?"

"In my opinion, Madam will give birth soon. We only need to postpone it for a month, which will be enough to ensure that you can see the birth of your child."

At this point, Edward shrugged and took another bite of his steak.

As he ate, other employees gradually returned to the table to eat.

In the current alliance, no one has the right to waste food. Everyone eats separately, and if anyone has too much food on their plate, Doris, who is standing by the trash can, will gossip about it for a while.

So after waiting for a while, everyone came back to continue eating.

The topic of Edward and Gavin immediately attracted everyone's attention.

More and more people are staring at him, and the gossipy look in their eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

Gavin shook his head helplessly and gave a wry smile.

"Stop joking around, Edward. A month is too long. Long enough for us to do too much in the apocalypse."

"Moreover, my meeting with the Speaker was also to finalize the next step of the Golden Road plan, which is to take our alliance as the core and seek third-party allies in the direction of Los Angeles on the West Coast, so as to form a golden pattern of the three camps alliance."

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"Regarding the selection of third parties, we have recently contacted some campsites on the West Coast, but there are always various problems."

"Either the campsite isn't big enough, or even if it is, the environment isn't good enough!"

"For example, the biker gangs. Damn it, this damned camp is even more extreme than us in its attitude towards outsiders. They not only forcibly rob people from small camps, but also collect material taxes from medium-sized camps that are likely to suffer too much damage if attacked, and force them to agree through threats."

"And yet, this damned camp is thriving on the West Coast, Mazefak—"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but frown.

He looked around and, after confirming that most of the core members of the alliance had returned to the table to eat, decided to start a conversation right there at the table.

"It just so happens that you're all here. Damn it, can you believe it? When I led the field team to assist the Brotherhood, we fought a battle with the biker gang. Quite a few of you went with me and remember that damn camp, right?"

"They outnumbered us back then."

"Now, even though our external attitude has become a bit tougher, we've started to force small camps to be accepted and, while minimizing casualties, we're trying to win over and annex medium-sized camps."

"Even so, our numbers are still less than theirs, and not just by a little, but by more than half!"

"If my information is correct, the Los Angeles biker gang camp has now grown to over 3,400 members!"

"What kind of number is that? Holy crap, how did they even manage that?"

At this point, Gavin took a big, unhappy bite of his steak.

The growing power of the biker gang was making Gavin quite uneasy!

However, Gavin is weighing the threat posed by bikers here.

Martin swallowed what was in his mouth, tapped his finger on the table, and said to Gavin.

"Boss, biker gangs are completely different from us, aren't they?"

"If I understand correctly, biker gangs still seem to be exactly the same as when we first met them, still operating under a free-range system with their respective groups."

"Their leader is still that so-called Boss Wang, an Asian. I don't know how an Asian can hold onto this position."

"However, even if he hadn't been killed by his men, he, as the boss, wouldn't have been able to control his many lions at all."

"Of the nearly 3,500 members of the biker gang, more than 2,500 are active outside the camp year-round, either roaming deep into the mountains or traveling long distances by bike."

"Even our alliance encountered a group of bikers last month!"

"Their communities are too scattered, practically nomadic. As a result, their exploration efforts and intensity will naturally surpass ours, and their investigation of location survivors will certainly be more thorough than ours. This is quite reasonable."

At this point, Martin rolled his eyes at Gavin.

Gavin couldn't help but roll his eyes as well.

Believe it or not, the League actually encountered a medium-sized motorcycle gang in the middle of last month.

The convoy consisted of thirty-seven people on more than twenty motorcycles, and was accompanied by a convoy of two RVs and two trucks, heading east from Los Angeles.

We walked and strolled along the way.

This motorcycle gang's convoy somehow ended up near Lake Richard, and even went so far as to apprehend the internal staff who were routinely retrieving zombies from the lake.

However, before they could make a move against the internal staff, the staff revealed that they belonged to the alliance.

It was only then that the biker gang realized they had wandered onto the Alliance's territory.

As for what happened later—

Since no one died in the incident, Gavin did not start a war.

As for the shock the four office workers experienced, it was replaced by the 300 tons of aviation fuel and eight tons of canned vegetables that the biker gang handed over to the alliance.

The biker gang stayed in the Alliance for nearly three days, spending those three days searching through several towns around the Alliance that had already been partially explored, to gather all the necessary supplies for their safe departure.

Even though the biker gang eventually left safely, Gavin managed to turn eight of them against their cause.

Gavin's knowledge of the biker gang's various information also primarily came from these eight individuals.

In short, the motorcycle gangs remain as large as ever.

Their barbaric nomadic organizational structure destined them to be less effective in combat and even less cohesive.

But no matter what, just the sheer size of the population is already quite a burden!

This is why Gavin was determined to meet with the Speaker as soon as possible.

At this moment, Gavin briefly assessed the threat posed by the biker gang before continuing to speak to his men.

"Martin is right. The nomadic structure of the biker gangs is indeed more suitable for the post-apocalyptic world than our traditional agricultural structure, especially now that the world is transitioning into a wasteland civilization."

"During this phase, the entire United States and even the world will be filled with all sorts of small survival camps."

"We are primarily engaged in agriculture, continuously developing around our land, and exploring a network centered on our territory."

"This structure is very stable, but it is obviously not as suitable as the nomadic structure for accelerating camp development in the early stages of the apocalypse."

"Of course, we also have our advantages. For example, we rely on the land and agriculture for survival, and we actively develop the industrial production lines that we can control, which allows us to break free from our dependence on the living materials left over from previous civilizations."

"On the other hand, the alliance's abundant resources and ever-expanding territory have also become the foundation of the alliance's cohesion, keeping the guys closely united."

"But even if we are destined to be more united than the biker gangs, we are also destined to have more time for professional combat training."

"But in any case, when our unity and training intensity are a force, their biker gang’s frenzied expansion and huge population advantage are also a force."

What they currently lack is a force that can completely unite this huge group.

"No one knows if this force will appear, nor does anyone know when it will appear."

"And we only know one thing: even with just this scattered group of bikers, they are already the undisputed dominant force on the West Coast!"

"Across the entire West Coast, no camp dares to defy the biker gangs' demands; there isn't even a single camp that can compete with them!"

"At this moment, the status of the biker gangs on the West Coast is almost identical to that of our alliance in the central states of America—both are in a position where no one can shake their dominance!"

"If they were to further integrate, the power they unleash would likely be unbelievably strong!"

"As for me, to be honest, I'm never jealous of the other camps' continued growth, just as I'm never jealous of the New York City Council's development!"

"After all, America is very large and empty now, with a small population. Every living person and the labor they can sell is the most important resource for the future."

"I can accept the New York City Council, but my stance on biker gangs remains the same—try to eradicate them!"

"Because although the New York City Council is large, it has relatively reasonable rules and retains a considerable degree of goodwill towards doomsday survivors."

"Take Johnny and his son, for example. Even though they killed a considerable number of the council's soldiers, they have survived to this day, and the wounded inside have even been taken care of fairly well by the council."

"And the biker gangs!"

"When we first encountered the biker gang, our Brotherhood of Steel's group of nearly fifty was almost completely wiped out!"

"Or at least annihilate more than half!"

"Their foreign policy is as barbaric and cruel as their nomadic lifestyle, and their waste of the post-apocalyptic population arouses my deepest disgust!"

"But if we were to face the biker gangs ourselves, to be honest, it would inevitably result in a considerable number of losses for us."

"Because the all-out war between the alliance and the biker gangs is destined to be a massive battle with over two thousand participants!"

"If we concentrate our field work and some of our office work, we can mobilize an expeditionary force of more than 700 people at any time."

"Even if the biker gang is loosely organized, they will definitely regroup briefly when faced with our attack, and their number of soldiers may even be twice that of ours."

"In short, I'm prepared to deal with biker gangs, but I don't want to make that level of sacrifice."

"That's why, even if I might not see my unborn child for the first time, I want to establish a real and stable connection with the New York City Council as soon as possible."

"It's because I want to have a serious talk with the Speaker of the New York City Council about the possibility of the Alliance and the Council forming a joint army to conquer the West Coast!"

"Admittedly, the West Coast is far too far for Parliament, and even if Parliament were willing, it probably wouldn't be able to bear the risks of an expedition."

"But even if we can't form a coalition, I will still use the core issue of the biker gang's roots on the West Coast to demand that Parliament provide us with more supplies and strive for a future trade surplus and a larger share of the profits along the Golden Route."

"After all, only truly secure trade routes that traverse the entire United States qualify as the so-called 'Golden Road'!"

"If it cannot be implemented across the entire United States, if this multi-camp system of doomsday alliances cannot reach the scale we envision, then all the efforts we and the Congress have made will yield significantly less in return."

"To establish this Golden Road, we must extend its influence westward until it reaches the west coast. Only then can we use the trade route as a center to radiate influence across both the north and south of the Americas!"

"However, the current biker gangs are not suitable for integration into our system. If we want to find another cooperative base on the West Coast, then the biker gangs are the biggest obstacle to the Golden Road!"

"We're firmly planted in the American Midwest, and the only obstacle between us and the West Coast is the biker gangs. As part of the alliance, Congress should contribute money, resources, and even personnel to join the advance on the West Coast. We can't sacrifice our own good buddies for the overall interests of the Golden Road, can we?"

At this point, Gavin raised his hand and gently tapped the table.

That's right, that's the real reason he was determined to personally take the Golden Road, arrive in the Atlanta area, and meet with the Speaker of the New York City Council in person!

Back when the Alliance population exceeded one thousand and the Bike Party population exceeded two thousand.

Gavin was determined to completely dismantle the biker gang, a group with an extremely brutal style that could become a huge threat!

Gavin, on the other hand, hopes to gain more support from New Yorkers by leveraging the inevitable conflict with the biker gangs before doing so!

That's what New Yorkers should do, and it's what they have to do. Gavin assures everyone that they will do their part!

But in any case, he must do everything in his power to ensure that this meeting is perfect before that happens!

Gavin was unsure how much time he would waste in Atlanta.

However, he is prepared not to see his son born.

His son is indeed the future of the league.

But his upcoming negotiations with the New York Speaker will not only determine the future of the league, but will also directly determine the league's present!

In short.

At that moment, Gavin swallowed the last bit of food in one gulp, gulping it down without any hesitation.

He's definitely going to Atlanta!

We're leaving tomorrow!