Doomsday America

Chapter 109 The Great Conflict! (11K)

"Steve, turn on the lights in the barn!"

Gavin smiled and said to Steve, who immediately turned on the searchlight and moved towards the barn.

As the lights drew closer, the barn was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime.

At the same time, Gavin walked into the light source with his back to the searchlight and arrived at the barn door.

He stood in front of the barn door, his left hand resting on his cowboy hat, his right hand hanging loosely near the python revolver, and his legs slightly apart, speaking to Steve.

"Turn on the helicopter's loudspeaker system and introduce our camp to our friends in the barn."

"Roger that, boss."

After Steve responded, he immediately put it into action.

Soon after, two soft coughs were heard over the farm.

"Cough cough..."

After testing the loudspeaker's effect, Steve pondered for a moment, then spoke in a calm tone.

"Unknown survivor, standing before you now is the Superman of America, the King of Texas, the savior of the Cowboys, the one and only god in sports, the god of the NFL, the darling of the Super Bowl, the legendary quarterback with five consecutive championships, the last salvation and hope of the apocalypse, Gavin the King!!!"

"Fuck you, Steve, aren't you exaggerating? Do you think I'm some kind of Khaleesi who's been gang-raped by the entire prairie?"

Gavin rolled his eyes in embarrassment and took out his walkie-talkie to yell at Steve.

But Jiawen hadn't finished his insults.

An exceptionally large hand reached out from the ventilation window.

"Gavin? Is that Gavin? I'm afraid to stick my head out, it's too bright! Is it really Gavin? Could you please turn off the lights? I'll be right out!"

As he spoke, he threw the gun out of the ventilation window.

pat!

A scissor-cut shotgun landed in the distance, followed by... more than twenty hamburger bags, a dozen plastic bottles of Coke, and two large bags of toilet paper.

As the survivors threw everything on the ground, Steve turned off the searchlight, plunging the surroundings back into darkness.

At the same time, Gavin noticed that the survivor stood up in the darkness, and an exceptionally large figure suddenly appeared in Gavin's field of vision!

Seeing the incredibly round shadow sticking its upper body out of the circular ventilation window, as if it wanted to jump directly from the window onto the roof, Gavin's smile vanished.

Where's the neck? Where's the belly? Isn't this a ball?

"Holy crap, Steve, tell him to stop rolling out! He must weigh at least 400 pounds!"

Gavin finally saw what the survivor looked like—it was a fucking ball, a real ball!!!
The only part of his body that looked somewhat normal was his slightly large hands!
If such a ball falls out of the window and lands on the roof below.

Gavin was worried that he would break through the roof and fall into the barn to his death!

Meanwhile, on the helicopter.

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Steve immediately wanted to shout it out through the megaphone.

Before he could speak, the giant spherical figure had already flipped its entire upper body out of the window. With another push, its entire upper body plummeted downwards!

Gavin even saw his glasses, gleaming faintly, fall onto the roof before he did!
"Fake!"

At this moment, Gavin could only curse, then his facial features contorted in horror, bracing himself for the sound.

but……

"Wait...wait...I'm stuck, my butt's stuck!"

That swaying figure actually managed to get stuck in the round window!
"Fuck..."

At that moment, Gavin stared blankly at the enormous human figure that, though seemingly teetering on the brink of collapse, was actually extremely stable, and couldn't help but curse.

"Your belly is that big, and it's not even the biggest part of your body? Just how fucking huge is your ass?!"

At this moment, Gavin's composure regressed to Eugene's level; he simply couldn't hold back any longer!
She managed to squeeze through the window with such a big belly, but her butt got stuck in the window...

Friend, this is a farm, not an NBA basketball court. You really don't need to raise a big butt to please your bragging dad!
"Fuck, Steve, land, come help!"

After giving Steve a heads-up, Gavin slammed his foot into the barn door.

Clang!

He kicked a large hole in the old wooden barn door, causing half of his leg to sink into it.

Gavin pulled his leg out in annoyance, then slammed it against the barn door again.

Boom!

This time, Gavin kicked the barn door by the lock, so instead of kicking it through, he kicked the entire door until it creaked.

At the same time, Steve suddenly yelled into Gavin's walkie-talkie!

"Holy crap, boss, I remember now, this guy is Rudolf Sariel, the infamous man who never leaves his house for five years, and a local legend from the Indian reservation!"

"What?!!"

Gavin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He hasn't left the house in five years... so he's a top-tier homebody?

Screw urban legends!

"Fake!"

At this moment, Gavin, who was already feeling regretful for discovering that the new survivor was a ball of flesh, could no longer contain his anger and kicked the door in front of him hard!

Boom!

Crunch!

Gavin kicked the hinges on both sides of the wooden door so hard they came off the frame, causing the door to fall straight into the barn!

Boom!
After a loud bang, dust filled the air, and Gavin was hit in the face by a cloud of dust, stumbling back three or four steps before finally stopping.

"Pah! Cough cough... This is fucking... dog shit, this place really hasn't been cleaned in ten years!"

Gavin simply took off his cowboy hat and used it to fan his face repeatedly, barely managing to shake off the dust in front of him.

Just then, at the second-floor window, the fleshy ball hanging crookedly in the window finally managed to make out Gavin's appearance, and then shouted at Gavin.

"It really is Gavin! My God, you're still alive! The world isn't over yet!"

“It’s been three days, a full three days. I thought I would just die at home in a daze, but you appeared. This is like a revelation from God, a huge omen!”

"I really...I...Wait for me, I'll be right down, right away!"

"Don't move!!!"

As the giant ball of flesh began to struggle and try to continue falling, Gavin quickly called him to stop!
Although Gavin had no hope for the survivor's size, he was lucky if he wasn't being waited on, let alone doing any work!
Even if you lose weight, it would take at least a year to lose this kind of body shape!

but……

Even though Gavin regretted that the survivor couldn't become part of the workforce, he wouldn't judge a book by its cover.

What if the survivor is a science and engineering nerd?

What if he used to be a university professor?
What if he's a professional electrician or worked at a power plant five years ago?
So Gavin quickly calmed the survivors down.

"Don't move! Yes, I'm Gavin, so listen to me and don't move, you bastard!"

"Yes, yes, just stay there and don't move. I'll come into the barn and rescue you right away, buddy!"

After finally managing to calm the survivors down, Gavin strode into the barn, frantically fanning away the dust with his hat, turned on his flashlight, found a ladder, and quickly climbed to the top storage compartment.

At the same time, Steve landed the helicopter, pulled out his pistol and flashlight, and rushed into the barn.

After Steve came in, he shone his flashlight on the top floor and immediately saw Gavin standing in front of the two giant fleshy legs with a look of astonishment on his face.

Looking at the enormous, constantly moving thighs in front of me, and that super, super huge buttock that was many times more exaggerated than I had imagined...

Gavin swallowed hard, then reached out and grabbed the survivor's huge, swollen ankle, which was as big as a basketball.

"Ugh...shit...ugh...you fucking...you...how long has it been since you showered or washed your feet? Ugh!"

While desperately pulling the survivor's feet out, Gavin kept gagging.

As soon as he approached within two meters of the survivor, a mixture of sweaty odor and an indescribable smell enveloped Gavin!
Gudong!

With a loud thud, Gavin finally managed to pull the several-hundred-pound ball back from the window and land it on the creaking barn.

And Gavin...

He took several steps back, but he still felt that damn smell clinging to him, so he quickly raised his hands and looked at his gloves!

It only touched the survivor's ankle, and the survivor was even wearing baggy pants.

But with the help of the flashlight, Gavin could still see a dense layer of dander on his gloves...

"vomit!!!"

Boom!
Gavin gagged as he slammed his hands against the wall and frantically rubbed his gloves against the barn wall.

Only when all that remained on his gloves were broken moss and dust did Gavin finally stop gagging and weakly look at Steve, who was climbing to the top floor.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Steve immediately burst into laughter, only to be interrupted by the thick dust. He coughed as he climbed to the top floor and awkwardly approached Gavin.

On the ground nearby, looking at the disheveled Gavin and Steve, the extremely obese survivor awkwardly opened his mouth, then spoke to Gavin.

"Sorry, I haven't taken care of my personal hygiene in a while. I apologize."

"No, no need to apologize. Can you tell me about your previous jobs, or what you studied in college, or what you do now?"

Gavin abruptly interrupted the survivor, not wanting to hear anything more from him!
At this moment, Gavin just wanted to find out the survivor's profession and abilities as soon as possible, and then give him an answer!
If there's even the slightest thing about this survivor that Gavin could look forward to, then he wouldn't mind raising him even if it meant raising a pig!

But what if the survivor has no special skills and is just an ordinary nerd...

That kind of physique makes him a total otaku...

In an instant, Gavin's right hand unconsciously moved closer to his pistol!
Because the barn was very dark, Steve's flashlight shone on the survivors.

Therefore, Steve did not notice Gavin's subtle actions.

At this moment, Steve leaned closer to the survivor and continued Gavin's words, asking a question.

"Tell me your specialty, buddy. You're Rudolf Sariel, right? I... Ugh! What the hell is this smell?! Ugh!?"

Before Steve could finish speaking, he bent over in a sorry state and began to retch several times.

Seeing Steve's disheveled appearance, Gavin unconsciously gritted his teeth, then disgustedly took off his right glove, put his hands on his hips, and placed his palms above the pistol.

On the barn beam, watching Steve repeatedly dry heave, the survivor's chubby face struggled to change its expression as it awkwardly addressed Steve.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, I apologize, I... Oh right, you asked about my previous job, right? I..."

At this point, the obese survivor took a deep breath, then slowly got up from the ground, stood up with great difficulty, and continued speaking while supporting his stomach.

“I haven’t worked in a long time. I used to work at the New York Stock Exchange and was a pretty good stock trader. At least I think I did a pretty good job.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode his massive legs toward Gavin, who instinctively took several steps back, his right hand resting on the gun handle.

The survivor continued speaking in a calm tone, making the wood beneath his feet creak with his footsteps.

"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet. You seem to know me. I am Rudolf Sariel, a joke, a joke in everyone's mouth, and I also agree with that."

"Gavin, I'm a huge fan of yours. Seeing you young on TV is like seeing my younger self. It's so great to have met you!"

"enough!"

In the distance, Gavin retreated to the ladder, pressing his gun handle to interrupt the survivor.

He said softly.

"Steve, keep an eye on your surroundings and make sure no zombies are approaching."

"And you, Rudolf, that name sounds too grand. I'll just call you Sariel. Do you have any other survivors in your family, your brothers and sisters, or your elders and children?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin stepped back behind the ladder, making way for Sariel, who was getting closer.

As Sariel approached the ladder, he tried to give Gavin a friendly smile with his chubby face, speaking as casually as possible.

“My father passed away last month, but my mother is still in the house. Of course, she's probably not alive in the way you're expecting. I've seen it on TV and in movies; my mother turned into a zombie, but she's still in the house. I have to go and see her off!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sariel went to the ladder.

He didn't ask Gavin to help him up; instead, he struggled to turn around, his whole body sprawled on the ground, reaching for each step of the ladder with his enormous boots.

As he struggled to climb down, he talked incessantly to Gavin, as if he hadn't seen a human in a long time.

“I am 42 years old and live alone. I have been living with my parents since I was released from prison... for six or seven years. I have caused them a lot of trouble. I have to go and see my mother off.”

"All right……"

Hearing Sariel's words, Gavin frowned and nodded, temporarily removing his right hand from the gun.

When he heard that there was another zombie in the house, his curiosity compelled him to investigate how the fat man had survived!

So Gavin, from a distance on the ladder, asked Sariel.

"I'm sorry about what happened to your mother, but I'd like to know, now that your mother has become a zombie, what about you...?"

"Are you asking me why I wasn't eaten like in the movies? There's no particular reason. My mother has always been bedridden, so even if she turned into a zombie, she couldn't catch up with someone like me."

Sariel agreed and then stepped onto the ground.

Boom!
With a heavy thud, Sariel, his eyes barely open, groped his way out of the barn.

Seeing Sariel's disheveled figure, Gavin rested his right hand on his pistol, sighed, and said to Steve.

“Steve, it looks like his glasses fell off the roof.”

"Fine, I'll help him look for it, ugh!"

As Steve approached the window, he was choked by the smell of Sariel, so he quickly climbed out of the window and went to the roof to search.

Gavin went to the ladder, looked at the height of about five meters, and simply jumped down.

Gavin bent his knees to cushion the impact of the landing, raised his hand to fan away the dust, and followed Sariel out of the barn with small steps.

On the rooftop, Steve jumped onto the meadow, holding his glasses, and handed them to Sariel while covering his nose.

Taking the glasses, Sariel gently stretched his plump face and smiled kindly.

"Thank you, you are so considerate. Meeting you is a revelation from God. Saving and being saved, perhaps this is how fate keeps repeating itself."

"Could you wait here for me for a while? My mother is still in the house, and I have to go see her off. She loves our chandelier the most, and even if the power goes out, I will turn it on for her."

“Three days ago, when I saw her screaming at me, I never dared to go back into that house. I knew she had finally left me, just like everyone else in the past. So… dust to dust, ashes to ashes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sariel took a difficult step and went to pick up his shortened double-barreled shotgun.

After checking the bullets, he pursed his lips, resolutely turned around, and slowly but persistently walked towards the house with the lights on.

Gavin followed behind him, stopping about fifteen meters from the door, and watched Sariel arrive at the door.

Click.

The moment Sariel pushed open the door, Gavin clearly heard the roar of the zombies, while Sariel walked in slowly and heavily.

Seeing this, Steve immediately followed, gun in hand, wanting to help.

But just as he was passing Gavin, Gavin grabbed his arm.

"Ok?"

Steve paused for a moment, then looked at Gavin with suspicion.

Gavin shook his head and said expressionlessly.

Don't disturb a son saying goodbye to his mother!

"This……"

Steve stopped, swallowed hard, and carefully retreated to Gavin's side.

He glanced at Gavin's hand, which was hanging limply beside his holster, and took a deep breath.

The two of them stood facing the door in silence for a full two minutes.

boom!
As gunshots rang out from inside the house, Gavin calmly placed his hand on the gun handle.

Steve had been watching Gavin's movements closely. When he saw Gavin place his hand on the gun engraved with black and gold patterns, he took a deep breath and spoke to Gavin with difficulty.

“Brother, he’s mobile; at least he doesn’t look like he needs anyone’s help.”

After saying that, Steve looked up and glanced at the back of Gavin's head.

At the same time, Gavin turned around and looked intently into Steve's eyes.

Faced with Gavin's calm gaze, Steve swallowed again, then mustered his courage as much as possible, raised his hand to grab Gavin's wrist, and whispered words of advice.

"He is still alive..."

"But the end of the world is not necessarily suitable for every living person, and for some people, death without experiencing panic and pain can be called a relief and happiness."

Gavin stared into Steve's eyes and replied, word by word.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled his right hand out of Steve's hand and put it back on the grip of his gun, while keeping a close eye on every window of the house.

Hearing Gavin's words, Steve swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

He understood Gavin's meaning; the boss clearly didn't want the team to have another burden, probably weighing four or five hundred pounds, who seemed unable to provide any help to the team!
Moreover, Sariel is the farm's neighbor, so he must know the approximate location of Gavin Farm. Even if he simply abandons Sariel and doesn't bring him back to the farm, Sariel still has the potential to become a problem for the team.

Thinking of this, Steve swallowed hard.

There was no more sound between the two, only Gavin's calm breathing and Steve's increasingly rapid panting echoing each other.

When heavy footsteps echoed from afar inside the house, Gavin gently flicked his fingers and opened the holster on the python.

click!
The crisp sound of the holster being unhooked struck Steve's heart like a thunderbolt. He reached out and grabbed Gavin's right wrist tightly, his voice trembling as he spoke to Gavin.

“I will take full responsibility for him. I will take time out of my schedule to help him bathe, I will supervise and push him to lose weight as soon as possible, and I will take care of him until he can take care of himself!”

"Boss! Bro! Gavin!!!"

“He’s not a devil, he’s just a fat man. I’ve seen enough dead people, please… Gavin…”

扣！
With a muffled thud, Gavin took a deep breath and fastened the python holster back on.

"Huff...huff...fuck...brother, forgive me, I..."

Steve, breathing heavily with tension, spoke to Gavin, who interrupted him with a forced smile.

"It's okay, you deserve it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin released the python's grip and patted Steve on the shoulder helplessly.

At that moment, Gavin regretted that the person he came with wasn't that bastard Eugene!
Click...

The door was pushed open again, and the light shone behind Sariel, making his obese body seem as if it were covered with a layer of holy light.

With things having come to this, Gavin could only purse his lips and smile as he spoke to Sariel.

“Sariel…” “Don’t say that, Mr. Gavin. It makes me sound like an angel, but I’m not worthy. Perhaps Rudolph would be a better fit for me.”

Rudolph spoke to Gavin with a sorrowful expression but a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, Gavin remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright, Rudolph, is there anything else in the house worth taking?"

"Your home is in a rather remote area. We might have a little time. Is there anything you'd like to bring? Do you have any clean plus-size clothes?"

"Uh...sorry, I don't seem to have any clean clothes."

When asked by Gavin, Rudolf shook his large head vigorously and answered Gavin with a wry smile.

“For the past few years, I’ve been living in a daze. My father used to help me with my laundry, but after he died, although I became more aware of things because of grief, I still wore most of my clothes at least once.”

"Besides, I have left all my sadness in this house as much as possible, and I don't want to take anything away tonight. If you think there is anything you need in my house, you can come and take it anytime."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rudolf walked down the steps and shakily made his way towards the helicopter.

As Rudolph struggled past Steve, Steve, forcing himself to endure the pungent smell, spoke to Rudolph.

“Dude, you need to take a shower, you absolutely have to! I can help you, our camp has great water supply, I…”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not in a position to need your help yet. Don't let my weight fool you, I can still move around a bit. It may be a little slow, but I can still chop down trees and mow the lawn. I won't be a bother to you."

At this point, Rudolph smiled, turned around, and bowed to Gavin and the other man towards the light shining from inside the house.

"Thank you for coming to find me. I will never forget this day. It is definitely one of the three most unforgettable days of my life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rudolf struggled to straighten up, supporting his stomach, and swayed toward the helicopter.

Seeing this, Steve sighed, went over and pulled him onto the plane, his hands still smelling strongly of the substance.

After Gavin endured the stench and returned to the plane, Steve went back to the cockpit and slowly took off.

"Boss, should we go straight home or keep looking?"

"I'll keep looking and head home around nine o'clock."

Gavin suppressed his anger and calmly spoke to Steve, while glancing at Rudolph.

Rudolph was wearing an oversized black tracksuit, so black it was practically reflective, and he looked like a ball of flesh sitting there.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, he nodded slightly and said with a wry smile.

"Once the plane takes off, you won't be able to smell the stench on me anymore. Sorry, I haven't run into anyone else in a long time."

"It's okay, there's no need to keep emphasizing it."

Gavin waved to Rudolph, then pondered for a moment before continuing to speak to Rudolph.

"By the way, Rudolf, do you know how to use a printer? You know, the world is different now. The survivors in our camp have to support each other to barely survive. I need you to at least do me a small favor."

"No problem. I've dealt with computers a lot before, and I use them frequently at work."

Rudolf responded gently.

Gavin smiled and nodded, then tossed the noise-canceling headphones to Rudolf.

The helicopter had already taken off, and the sound of its propellers was deafening.

After taking the headphones, Rudolf hesitated and put them aside.

He took a deep breath and shouted at Gavin as loudly as he could.

"Mr. Gavin, my hair is really dirty. Other people will have to use these things, so I'll just have to bear with it until I've cleaned myself up!"

"you……"

Gavin was slightly taken aback by Rudolph's words, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Then, he stood up, strode over to Rudolf, and forcefully put the earphones on Rudolf's head.

While enduring the stench, he put the headset on Rudolf, then returned to his seat and spoke into the headset.

"I just realized that headphones can be cleaned when they get dirty, unlike some other things that are just dirty once they get dirty."

“Ha, boss, you’re implying something!” Steve immediately laughed and responded to Gavin.

Rudolf smiled gently and said softly.

"Are you referring to my clothes? I assure you they are really hard to wash. I'm sorry, it seems like I died many years ago. It wasn't until my parents passed away one after another and you came down from the sky to my side that I finally came back to life."

"I know I look terrible right now, but I promise I will live again, whether it's for your rescue or for fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rudolf gently raised his right hand and made a prayer gesture over his chest with remarkable ease.

Gavin didn't actually like praying, but he was far more perceptive than most people. He could sense that there was a story behind Rudolf, and that Rudolf's God seemed to be completely different from the God Joseph spoke of.

After Steve piloted the plane and searched the surrounding area two or three times, it quickly came to nine o'clock in the evening.

Having gained nothing more, Gavin knocked on the cabin door and gave Steve the order to return to base.

Soon, the plane appeared around the manor, and Nikita's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Sir, are you back?"

"That's right, we're back, and we've brought back a new survivor!"

Gavin said with a smile into the walkie-talkie.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone who was frantically dismantling guns in the manor's armory froze for a moment, then hurriedly left the armory.

Eugene, the gunsmith instructor, even led the charge into the hall!
As soon as the humans started running, the dogs erupted in cheers and excitedly followed.

The poor Maine Coon was so frightened by the dogs' swift reaction that it bristled again, shrinking into a corner of the botanical garden and hissing repeatedly.

While everyone was waiting, Steve controlled the plane and landed it directly on the roof of the manor.

The manor rooftop has a number of helipads that can accommodate up to sixteen helicopters. Even at night, there are simple indicator lights on the helipads to assist Steve in landing.

Soon after, the sound of the propellers stopped completely, and Gavin and Steve, along with Rudolph, left the plane and headed towards the passageway on the roof leading into the manor.

Rudolph squeezed into the passageway, swaying from side to side as he walked between Steve and Gavin, until he reached the third floor.

The people in the lobby on the first floor were all stunned when they saw the three people coming down from the third floor.

They never expected Gavin and his group to appear from the rooftop; Gavin hadn't even told them about the rooftop helipad!
However, since they were already in the lobby, they decided to wait there, since they were going to the gym to work out later anyway.

However, as the group waited, they soon saw Rudolph sandwiched between Steve and Gavin!
At this moment, everyone's expressions were different, but almost everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

Eugene, in particular, immediately cursed loudly the moment he saw Rudolf's size.

"Oh shit, what the hell is this?! Boss, did you go out of your way to bring us back a pig for dinner?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene's agitation became uncontrollable. He rubbed his scalp hard and began pacing back and forth, continuing to curse as he did so.

"I fucking thought the survivor you were talking about would be some ruthless guy like Schwarzenegger, or some woman like Ada Wong, or at the very least, some cow-milking guy, but I never expected you to bring back a pig, he..."

"Eugene!"

Suddenly, old Bert interrupted Eugene and then maneuvered his wheelchair to Eugene's side.

Seeing that he was being blocked by old Bert, Eugene spun around in displeasure.

Old Bert stopped in front of him and spoke softly to Eugene.

“I know that guy, Eugene. For my sake, watch your mouth.”

"Ok?"

On the third-floor corridor, Gavin, who was leading Rudolph downstairs, couldn't help but glance at Rudolph upon hearing Old Bert's words.

At the same time, Rudolf heard old Bert's voice, so he paused slightly and took a deep breath.

"Feel sorry……"

He whispered to Gavin.

"I'm so sorry, I smell terrible. Can I take a shower first? If we don't have enough water, I can wash in the river."

"The river? Ha, are you making fun of me, Rudolf?"

Gavin shook his head, then pointed to the second-floor corridor.

"The central corridor on the second floor is surrounded by lounges. Just pick any unoccupied room; each one has a nice bathtub, but your clothes..."

At this point, Gavin grabbed the handrail and shouted down to the first floor.

"Old Mike, find your loosest tracksuit and take it to Rudolph's room. He can change into it after he takes a shower."

"Shit! Oh shit! What the hell is that name! Did you even hear what his name was? Where's his mustache? Are we going to blitz Poland next?! Bullshit!"

Eugene couldn't take it anymore. He rubbed his scalp in frustration, turned around unhappily, and plopped down on the nearest sofa, burying himself in it and refusing to look at Gavin anymore.

Madison stood frozen for a moment, then shook his head with amusement, before looking up at Gavin and the other two.

"Okay, boss, I'll go find one right away. But our new guy needs more than just a set of clothes; what he really needs is a weight loss consultant!"

At this point, Madison pursed her lips and went back to her room to find her clothes.

Rudolph remained silent, lowered his head, and followed Gavin step by step to the room next to Madison.

Just before Rudolph was about to enter the room, Gavin grabbed his shotgun and laughed.

"Alright, there's no need to keep this piece of junk. I have plenty of good guns at home. I'll take you to pick one out tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin casually handed the shortened shotgun to Steve, who naturally took the gun with him.

Seeing this, Rudolf was slightly taken aback, then smiled and nodded.

"You're just as meticulous as you are on TV, Gavin!"

"Haha, thanks for the compliment. Go take a shower. If you need any help, I'll call Steve over to assist you."

Gavin waved to Rudolph, then escorted him into the room and closed the door.

He strode down the stairs and greeted the crowd in the middle of the hall.

As Gavin and Steve approached, everyone immediately smelled a strange odor!

"Dog poop, what's that? Don't tell me that's his smell!"

Bella was so overwhelmed by the smell that she couldn't help but cover her nose and immediately asked Gavin a question.

As soon as Bella finished speaking, Eugene immediately jumped up from the sofa and started cursing along.

“Yes, I smell that too, boss. I know you want to be God, but are you sure that kind of person can help us?”

"Bullshit! We don't have a new teammate, we've clearly gained a fat pig daddy who needs to be taken care of!"

"If I were you, I would shoot him before I even brought him back. That would be good for both him and us!"

"If you can't bring yourself to do it, then fucking leave it to me. I'm the kind of bastard who's willing to do dirty work for big shots. Boss, give me an order now, and I'll rush in and kill him right away. You guys don't need to get involved!"

At this point, Eugene suddenly drew his pistol and stared intently into Gavin's eyes!
Beside them, everyone was slightly taken aback when they saw Eugene looking like he was about to devour someone. Bella immediately spoke up in astonishment and cursed at Eugene.

"What the hell are you talking about, Eugene? That's a living, breathing person, a real person!"

"You're talking nonsense, you filthy bitch! Didn't you just look down on that fat pig? Now you're here pretending to be a saint, huh?"

Eugene pointed his gun at Bella without hesitation, but before he could even raise the muzzle, Gavin stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and threw Eugene onto the sofa.

Boom!
After Eugene collapsed onto the sofa, he immediately tried to stand up, but Gavin came up to him, gently patted his shoulder, and whispered something.

“That was my decision, man. I think he still has some use.”

"Ha, he's somewhat useful, okay, okay, you're the boss, and I've got it, he is indeed somewhat useful!"

Listening to Gavin's words, Eugene seemed to have ADHD, shaking his leg and looking irritably towards the second floor.

The soundproofing in Gavin's house was excellent, so he wasn't worried at all that Rudolph could hear him. Therefore, Eugene continued without any hesitation.

"I'm a fucking genius! I just realized that if we ever get trapped in this house by zombies and can't get out, with that fat pig with the devilish name around, we can survive for another month just by eating him, at least another month!"

"That's enough, Eugene. I begged the boss to bring it back. I'll take care of everything for him. I'll provide his food, his clothes, and I'll even collect his share of resources!"

Steve finally couldn't hold back any longer. He barged up to Eugene and turned his menacing face toward him.

But after hearing Steve's words, everyone in the hall was stunned once again!

While everyone was still in a daze, Eugene suddenly widened his eyes and stared intently at Steve.

"Ha, a request? You asked the boss to bring him back?!"

"I knew it! I knew the boss wouldn't do something so stupid! How could the boss I trust be so brainless..."

"enough!"

At that moment, Gavin let out a low growl.

At the same time, he pushed Steve away while increasing the pressure on Eugene, and then continued to growl.

“My decision will not be compromised for anyone. If I say he is qualified to join us, then Rudolph is definitely qualified. Do you understand that, Eugene?”

"OK!"

Eugene nodded quickly, sneered, and crossed his legs, his right leg resting on his left and swinging back and forth.

He assured Gavin that he had at least a hundred ways to quietly get rid of the fat pig burden and would never make things difficult for him!

Meanwhile, Gavin was looking at everyone.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Winnie raised her head and took a step forward. She first looked into Gavin's eyes, then turned to Eugene and whispered in a pleading voice.

"Uncle Eugene, if I grow up to be very, very fat, could you please not kill me?"

"I...you...fuck..."

At that moment, looking into Winnie's calm eyes and listening to her angelic voice, Eugene swallowed hard.

He then hurriedly avoided Winnie's gaze, and unconsciously increased the speed of his leg shaking.

At the same time, William finally snapped out of his daze. He strode over to Eugene, then his right leg went weak and he collapsed to his knees in front of Eugene with a groan.

thump!
Seeing William's stunned expression, Eugene rolled his eyes and sneered.

"What are you doing, you big idiot! Are you planning to play a song for me?!"

"Shit, cousin, you've really gone mad this time! Killing someone just because someone's fat? This isn't you, this is absolutely not you!"

William shouted as he shifted his gaze from Eugene to Gavin's eyes.

Meeting William's gaze, Gavin remained silent for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating laugh and spoke.

"Stop pointing at the bishop and yelling at the little boy, William, get up right now."

"As for the rest of you, come on, anyone else want to say something? Let's chat a bit more now so I can answer them all at once. Consider it a way to de-stress!"

Gavin clapped his hands with a smile, then looked around at the silent crowd.

Seeing that no one spoke, Gavin simply asked Nikita, who was on guard duty on the second floor.

"Nikita, why haven't you said anything? Would you like to start a conversation?"

"I have nothing to say."

In response to Gavin's questioning, Nikita, sitting at his post with his legs crossed, continued speaking.

"After all, the discussion in the hall about whether or not to kill someone was just everyone's opinion, but bringing a new member home was your decision, sir."

"Compared to countless opinions, what ultimately determines everything is that decision. And as for now, hasn't the decision already been made?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Nikita turned around, exposing her fair shoulders, clad in a vest, to the silvery moonlight streaming through the window.

Her words caused the restless crowd in the hall to brighten up, and they all looked at Gavin with shining eyes!
Winnie only briefly showed a look of amazement before immediately giving a confused look.

She's so difficult, so difficult! She's really smart...

At the same time, Gavin paused for a moment when he saw Nikita's gaze, then immediately burst out laughing.

Laughing, Gavin sat down on the sofa and said softly.

"Don't listen to that girl's nonsense. Today's Best Mother Award belongs to Steve. As for me, maybe I'm a devil at heart, haha~"

“Gavin, stop making fun of yourself. I don’t know if you’re the Virgin Mary or Satan, but Sariel, that is, Rudolf, he is definitely an angel, believe me!”

Old Bert finally spoke up. After confirming that Gavin had established a basic team atmosphere, he wheeled himself over to Gavin and gently patted Gavin's hand on the sofa.

Upon hearing Old Bert's words, Eugene pulled William up and made him sit on the sofa, while giving Old Bert a sneer.

"Angels? Fat pig-like angels? Come on, tell me, I want to see how angels grow up to be so fat. Does Heaven only sell hamburgers and syrup?"

"Haha~"

Old Bert was amused by Eugene, and he said with a smile.

"Alright, then tell me. Anyway, old folks like me love telling stories."

"That guy's full name should be Rudolf Sariel. He has nothing to do with our town of Richard or our farm, but he's quite well-known in the Indian settlement, since his house is near there."

"About ten years ago, that guy's wife passed away from illness. He was working in New York while taking care of his children. When his eldest daughter was five years old and his youngest daughter was three years old, a house a little distance away from their home caught fire."

“Sariel was the first to rush into the fire and rescued two children in a row, but just as he was rushing out of the fire with the third child, the gas explosion knocked him unconscious.”

“He was unconscious for a long time that day. When he woke up, the fire had already spread to nearly 22 houses in the vicinity. The chain explosion of the gas pipeline caused heavy casualties among the nearby residents. Sariel’s own two children also died in the explosion.”

"What's worse, the Twin Towers incident had just happened, and the New York fire department was on strike. In short, the fire burned all night, and there were two more explosions. Sariel couldn't even find all of his daughter's remains."

"As for later, he brought explosives to bomb the fire station, but he was caught. However, he used fake explosives. He was only looking to die, so he was only sentenced to three to five years."

"When he got out of prison, Gavin, you were in college, and Sariel went back to his hometown and never went out again. His story only started to spread around that time."

"Those who occasionally visit their home say that Sariel has gone mad, and he keeps repeating the same few phrases."

“What do you mean he’s stupid? He thought he was safe just because his house was five houses away from the burning neighbor’s house? Or that he deserved to die, even if there were five houses between them, he should have taken his daughter out first, and so on.”

At this point, old Bert shook his head, then looked up at the second floor.

"Hey."

Old Bert sighed.

“I always thought he was really mentally impaired, but he seems to be in pretty good spirits, just incredibly overweight.”

"but……"

Old Bert turned to Gavin and asked.

"But how did someone with his physique survive the apocalypse, Gavin? How did you find him?"

"He lives with only his parents. His father passed away last month, and his mother is disabled in both legs, so turning into a zombie wouldn't pose much of a threat."

Gavin gave a brief response, then patted Steve's arm with a serious expression to express his gratitude.

Beside him, Eugene bit his lip and shook his leg even faster, slamming his fist on the sofa as he cursed.

"What a shitty fate! Screw God!"

(End of this chapter)