Doomsday America

Chapter 1 Gigi is dead
"He is 6.33 feet (193 cm) tall, weighs 210 pounds (95 kg), and is only 25 years old!"

"Five consecutive Super Bowl champions, five consecutive Super Bowl MVPs, and six-time regular season MVP!"

"Let's welcome our Texas legend, Gavin King from the Dallas Cowboys!"

The familiar opening remarks did not ignite any new passion in Gavin despite the increasing number of accolades.

He has been in this era for 25 years, and he has been reborn in the 1980s in America from his original Eastern post-2000s generation.

In the past twenty-five years, thanks to the precognition he gained through time travel, he had long since achieved financial freedom.

As for fame, he was much stronger, faster, and stronger than ordinary people from the moment he transmigrated, and he even joined the NFL as if it were a game.

In just six or seven years, he won every honor he could get, becoming a nationally acclaimed football god and legendary quarterback.

He's getting tired of these kinds of celebratory parties; it's just the same few hundred legs over and over again.

So, as usual, after rolling around in champagne, Gavin shunned the group of Victoria's Secret Angels he knew well and went to his room with Gigi Hadid, who was new to the industry.

This girl was born in 1995 and is only nineteen years old now; she's incredibly young and fresh.

The key point is that she hasn't had a chance to be seen with Leonardo DiCaprio yet, which makes her look even younger.

After a long conversation, Gigi went to the bathroom, while Gavin lay on the bed fiddling with his phone, thinking about how much to donate to the little girl.

The girl is young and her career is on the rise, so a base price of 200,000 is not a waste.

As for her attitude, well, it's much better than those people I know well. I can feel that she's trying very hard to seize the opportunity, so let's add another 200,000.

Then think about the girl's words, "I don't care about the cost, I even want to pay you back for the pleasure I'm enjoying..."

Let's add another 300,000. This girl is quite sensitive and very good at providing emotional value, isn't she?
and many more……

"vomit……"

The sound of Gigi vomiting came from the bathroom, making Gavin frown.

Great, he vomited with great gusto, and suddenly he didn't want to pay anymore.

Well, at least he didn't vomit on himself, or even in his mouth...

So he decided to reduce the price by only 100,000 yuan.

What the hell are Victoria's Secret Angels? They're as disgusting as devils when they're vomiting. Why did this damn party villa have to install a video bathroom?

Feeling disgusted, Gavin couldn't help but glance at Gigi again.

The little girl is now leaning against the wall, vomiting uncontrollably.

Gavin wanted to persuade the girl to vomit into the toilet, but the filth on the bathroom floor that had been sprayed with water was already conspicuous enough, and Gavin didn't want to go over and smell it.

But why is her vomit so red?
Is it drinking too much red wine or eating too many tomatoes...?

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The sudden scream made Gavin sit up abruptly in bed.

The scream came so suddenly that it could be heard even through the soundproof glass, clearly coming from inside the courtyard.

He quickly sat up, got out of bed, and swayed to the window to pull back the curtains.

By the dim light by the pool, he saw two men in suits embracing and tumbling around the edge of the pool, but the light was too dim to see clearly.

"Tch, boring."

Gavin shrugged. What did it matter whether he could see it clearly or not? It was just a story of one and zero.

It's definitely a lighthouse-style feature, but the screams were way too loud. Could it be that the person doing the zero job wasn't doing it voluntarily?

That's going too far. They're disregarding mutual consent. Even Grandpa Hong wouldn't do something like that.

As expected of people from the Lighthouse, they've got to do things in a much more flashy way.

Boom!
Gavin was looking out the window at the gossip when he suddenly heard a loud thud behind him.

"Ok?"

He turned around, and saw that Gigi had fallen?
Gavin glanced at Gigi's figure and swallowed hard.

He would rather Gigi be badly injured than see Gigi now, a demon slamming her head, shoulders, and body against the bathroom glass wall!

It has a strong visual impact.

"Fake!"

As Gigi's head slammed into the glass again, Gavin couldn't help but curse.

"Are they all fucking crazy?!"

He felt like he was going crazy.

This is a disaster tonight. I wonder if Gigi and that woman have some kind of mental illness, and it was triggered by their own actions?
So you ended up firing a fool?

unlucky!

Muttering curses, Gavin walked toward the bathroom.

But as he took a step...

Boom! ! !
Right before his eyes, Gigi's face smashed into the glass again. He clearly saw Gigi's nose twist and break under the heavy blow, and blood spurted directly from Gigi's face!

"Gudong..."

Gavin swallowed hard and stopped in his tracks. He stood there stiffly on the carpet, watching Gigi mechanically smash her head against the glass.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

Gigi's movements became faster and heavier, like she was doing a headbanging dance.

Her beautiful face was instantly unrecognizable as human.

bang bang bang! ! !
The sudden gunshots in the yard sent a shiver down Gavin's spine.

"Aaaaaah, Fuck, Fuck, don't go any further...!!!"

The screams and shouts that came along with the gunshots outside the window made Gavin instinctively look around.

Soon, two military knives and a large fish specimen hanging above the fireplace came into view.

Gavin rushed naked toward the fireplace, grabbed a British military knife, and brandished it.

The saber was somewhat heavy, but not very sharp; it had some edge, but not much.

As for the gleaming blade, that's just a standard feature of works of art.

But this artwork brought Gavin a rare sense of security.

Gripping the knife tightly in his hand, Gavin moved slowly toward the bathroom.

As he moved, Gigi, who was constantly slamming into the glass, also changed direction with ferocious limbs, aiming at Gavin's position and continuing to scratch and ram.

More and more blood flowed from Gigi's face and onto the glass in front of Gavin.

Click...

Seeing the faint cracks appearing on the glass, Gavin mentally prepared himself to kill Gigi.

He didn't think it was a prank.

If a rising supermodel is willing to use her face as a tool for pranks.

He wouldn't mind accidentally killing Gigi, adding a new legend to his legendary quarterback career!
He would rather go to jail, rather fight an endless lawsuit with Gigi's family, and rather throw most of his assets to that damn lawyer.

I absolutely do not want to gamble on that damn chance!

Even if there's the slightest possibility, Gavin doesn't want Gigi to actually become the kind of zombie he imagines... the kind that appears in countless movies and games!

But Gavin guarantees.

If Gigi continues to pounce on him when he opens the bathroom door.

Then Gigi must die!
With his right hand gripping the artwork-shaped military knife, Gavin rested his left hand on the glass door of the bathroom.

Boom!
Gigi followed Gavin's movement, slamming her entire upper body against the door, causing Gavin to pause heavily.

Gavin resisted Gigi's force as she pounded on the door, silently gritting his teeth.

Gather your strength, push!

Gigi's body, weighing less than fifty kilograms, was instantly thrown out by Gavin's force as he pushed the glass door open, along with the force of her desperate pounding on it.

Even if you fall backwards to the ground.

Even if pale skin falls into blood-red filth.

Gigi's limbs were still twisted like a demon, forcibly supporting her backward.

With things having come to this, Gavin took a deep breath, rushed into the bathroom, swung his military knife with both hands, and slashed at Gigi's neck.

a bit.

puff!

Two times.

puff!

Gavin, like a madman, struck seven or eight times in a row, forcefully chopping off Gigi's head with this work of art saber.

In fact, by the time Gavin made his third cut, Gigi's body had already slumped and was no longer moving.

But it was Gavin's decision to swing the knife, and only he could decide to sheathe it.

Gavin only began to back away, panting, after Gigi's head had rolled under his feet.

As he retreated to the door, Gigi's blood also happened to flow to the door, following him.

When Gavin looked at Gigi again, following the trail of blood, his gaze inevitably fell on the vomit Gigi had made.

"vomit!"

Before he could even lean against the wall, he sprayed his vomit, which reeked of strong liquor, all over Gigi's feet.

"Ugh... Damn it... Damn it, I drank too much!"

He cursed and rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Gigi is dead.

That's terrible.

She died like a zombie!
Things got worse.

(End of this chapter)