Doomsday America

Chapter 175 Rescue Begins

After explaining the tasks for tomorrow to the field staff, Gavin and Nikita took a short rest on the sofa.

They then immediately began nighttime training.

Gavin would never miss his regular training sessions from 8 to 10 a.m., because that was the only way he could maintain his form.

Even Madison's performance has been declining lately.

Without sufficient training time, without scientific training guidance, and even more so without... the series of drugs and supplements that Old Mike used in the past.

Even if that giant, who weighs well over three hundred pounds, continues to persevere, he will inevitably face the consequence of shrinking.

His weight is decreasing, and so is his muscle mass.

And Gavin.

Even with Gavin's exceptional talent, he couldn't maintain his form without any training.

Fortunately, his physical talent far surpasses Madison's.

He rarely uses any supplements, let alone takes any medication.

Gavin's physical condition only requires him to dedicate a certain amount of time each day to rigorous training to maintain his peak condition!
At the gym.

While Gavin was doing strength training.

Aunt Tara came to his side.

Although Tara has only recently joined Gavin's team, she has dedicated her life to fitness and is not willing to miss any time to work out.

After glancing at the enormous weight Gavin was lifting, Tara couldn't help but purse her lips.

"That's fucking terrifying!"

She muttered something to Gavin.

"It's been so many years, Gavin. You're still the same monster you were back then, even more so than before. Your deadlift weight is almost a world record, and your weight, my God, you're truly a miracle created by God!"

At this point, Tara couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement again.

Gavin is currently working on a set of weights that Tara could never lift!
And Gavin.

Hearing Tara's words, after completing a set, he put down the barbell, stood there exhaling a long breath, and asked Tara.

"Tara, my old friend, is there something you want to tell me?"

Tara wouldn't approach him for no reason. Gavin was too tired to beat around the bush with Tara, so he just got straight to the point.

In response to Gavin's question, Tara nodded slightly, then went to the equipment near Gavin and began warming up with the extreme weight Eugene had just used, while speaking to Gavin.

"I wanted to talk to you about fieldwork, Gavin. You know I chose to become a field worker; I don't want to waste my body on farmland."

"Ha, I guessed it. Although the camp hasn't started cultivating the land yet, you definitely won't like that."

Gavin nodded, and Tara chuckled softly in response.

While the two were talking, Eugene stared at Tara in disbelief.

Keep in mind that the weight of the machine, which he had just barely managed to pull twice with all his might, was as easy as if it weighed nothing in Tara's hands!
In the blink of an eye, Tara had already done more than twenty reps using Eugene's maximum weight!

"Bullshit, what a bunch of monsters!"

Eugene cursed in exasperation, then walked away dejectedly to the side and started punching a ball next to Martin.

Seeing Eugene angrily swinging his fist, Martin grinned, turned his head and gestured towards Tara, saying...

"You didn't expect this, Eugene, did you? Old Mike just got injured not long ago, and your status in the ring has dropped another rank. The new black girl is like Godzilla. I even think she could eat you alive."

"Yeah, damn it, but it's a good thing. That woman should become an explorer. If someone takes her on a team, she'll be no worse than Old Mike. If they're surrounded by zombies, I bet she can hold off seven or eight of them by herself, thanks to her more scientific and rational way of exerting force!"

As he spoke, Eugene reached out and rubbed his hair.

He has gradually become accustomed to the life of an explorer, and is deeply enjoying it.

Martin, upon hearing Eugene's reply, nodded slightly, opened his sleepy eyes expectantly, and responded.

"Yeah, that guy is a beast, so I'm definitely inviting her tomorrow. What about you, do you want to compete with me for her?"

"Of course, damn it, that's why I'm chatting with you. Nobody can take her away from me; she'll be joining my team!"

Eugene replied to Martin casually.

Martin couldn't help but chuckle and punched Eugene in the chest.

"You think you can definitely snatch her? What makes you think you can? Just because you're better at bragging than me? Don't forget the boss has already assigned you men. Tomorrow you're going to lead Barn and Adriana, while I haven't even decided who my men are yet~"

At this point, Martin patted Eugene on the shoulder, then looked greedily at Tara, who was listening to Gavin's story.

He vowed that his future team must include a berserk monster like Tara!

Even if Tara's marksmanship was mediocre, her incredibly strong physique could handle most unexpected dangers. Besides, marksmanship can be trained, but talent is innate, just like how Eugene could never become Madison no matter how much he trained.
With the thought of competing with Eugene for outstanding new talent in mind, Martin finished his training and then went to sleep.

Around two o'clock.

He was woken up by his own alarm clock, then got up, wearily left the room, and went to the sentry post with his gun.

Seeing Martin arrive, Gavin leaned on the terrace, nodded to him in the moonlight, and smiled.

"Two to four is a tough feeling, isn't it, Martin?"

"Ha, boss, don't be sarcastic. You're also on day two to four today, aren't you?"

Martin waved to Gavin, then leaned against the terrace and yawned wearily.

As the camp population increased, the number of field agents also skyrocketed.

The number of sentries also increased.

Gavin's estate is enormous, covering an area almost the size of eight football fields, exceeding 20,000 square meters.

In an area this size, it's simply wishful thinking to expect one person to scout every direction.

The reason why only one person was on duty each shift a few days ago was simply because there weren't enough people available.

At this moment, Gavin nodded with a wry smile as he listened to Martin's teasing.

"Yeah, I'm on this shift too. I really don't like shifts two through four. I even regret putting myself on the sentry list, haha."

He said with a smile, then took out a cigarette and handed one to Martin.

Martin took the tobacco and, with a touch of ceremony, brought it to his nose and took a deep sniff before lighting it.

As two sparks flickered in the night, Gavin flicked his cigarette ash and asked Martin.

How have you been feeling lately?

"Boss, are you asking about marijuana? If so, I think it's alright. After all, marijuana isn't everything for a tough guy. I can get through it."

Martin nodded to Gavin and then exhaled a puff of smoke.

Gavin shook his head slightly and continued speaking to Martin with a smile.

"No, hey buddy, I believe you can beat that thing that destroys your condition. I'm asking, what do you think of our camp?"

"Camp?"

Hearing this, Martin pondered for a moment, then turned around and leaned over the edge of the terrace, gazing at the lights under the night sky and listening to the faint sounds coming from the generator, before speaking to Gavin.

"Why do you ask me that? The camp is already good enough. You've done a great job getting all of us troublemakers to listen to you. That's no easy feat."

"Even if Eugene is desperate, he wouldn't just shove his dick into that poor little girl's body in front of you."

"Those two gangsters, Arturo and Abel, wouldn't dare to cause trouble in our camp."

"Although the Baron has his own team, those old guys are not bad people, and their age means they are unlikely to cause any trouble."

"As for Anthony and Sean and their group of soldiers, especially Sean and his proud pilots, although they look down on ordinary people, they respect you. You are stronger and more famous than them. Only you, as the leader, can achieve this. I am very clear about this."

"How many truly good people are there in America? Logically speaking, few good people are qualified to suppress the malice in people's hearts."

“I’m not young anymore, boss. I’ve seen just how disgusting the malice in people’s hearts can be, so I’d rather be around animals. Their good and evil are more direct, and it’s easier for me to see through and understand them.”

"But you, ha, you are one of the few who can put a sense of justice above the rules of humanity. Meeting you is my luck. I even think that your survival is the last act of mercy God left for this world."

At this point, Martin reached into his pocket, pulled out two nuts, and placed them on Gavin's shoulder.

Seeing Martin feeding it, Fokin squawked and demurely opened its mouth to accept Martin's food.

Listening to the sound of the raven swallowing its food, Gavin nodded slightly, then continued speaking to Martin.

"Yeah, you both know what kind of scumbags you are. And stop focusing on that bastard Eugene. I bet in his eyes, you're an even bigger scumbag than him."

"Ha, yeah, if it weren't for the chain around our necks that belongs to Gavin King, sooner or later at least one of us bastards would have turned the camp into something else entirely, with the lives and blood of the others on our hands."

Martin nodded in agreement, and tentatively reached out to Gavin's shoulder.

Seeing that the raven hadn't pricked him with its beak, Martin put his arm around Gavin's shoulder with satisfaction and then smiled at Gavin.

"So, boss, you really need to live as long as possible. If you also get swallowed up by this apocalypse, the camp won't be the same as it is now."

"Think about your Nikita, then think about the children and women in the camp, and those old guys who, by all accounts, are not qualified to face the apocalypse."

“You’re not living for one person, boss, so try to take fewer risks. If you were to disappear one day, everything would be gone, and that’s not the future I want.”

At this point, Martin put his left arm around Gavin's shoulder, flicked his cigarette ash with his right hand, and exhaled a puff of smoke that drifted toward the moon.

And Gavin.

After listening to Martin's advice, he remained silent for a moment, then chuckled and patted Martin on the shoulder.

"Alright, Martin, I've already set a good example, letting the guys experience life now and showing them how they can approach this apocalypse with the right emotions."

"So even without me, the guys at the camp know exactly what kind of future they want, just like you do."

"Survival of the fittest, natural selection?"

"Of course that's true, and it's also the law and choice of nature, but who would expect such a future? You, if you expect that, why come to me and wallow in self-pity?"

"So don't worry about the future, and don't worry about me. I may not be doing well enough, but at least I'm not doing badly, and that's enough."

As he spoke, Gavin threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, letting the small ember fall to the ground.

Watching the falling sparks, Martin remained silent for a moment, then released Gavin and nodded.

"That makes sense. I should go take a walk around. The darkness tonight feels extremely dangerous. Those zombies are too close. Hopefully, Eugene will do better tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, Martin, Eugene will be fine, just like you will be." Gavin said this as a final greeting to Martin, who then picked up his gun and began patrolling the manor.

Having just experienced a massive zombie migration, with thousands of zombies still lingering even at the horse farm less than three kilometers away, the once peaceful night now seemed fraught with danger.

Gavin saw more than one zombie staggering away from the horse farm and walking towards the vicinity of the manor.

During his two-hour post-guard duty, he tried to kill three zombies with a silenced rifle, but he believed that there must still be zombies in the places where the lights didn't reach.

However, there seemed to be no Bloodseekers among them, so the zombie horde at the horse farm did not converge on the manor as Gavin had imagined.

Gavin suspects that the zombies in each zombie group constantly change their identities and roles during the activities.

He felt that the large group of zombies that had passed by the horse farm must have had its own bloodsuckers.

But after that horde of zombies was broken up, a new horde of over a thousand zombies that had been left behind at the horse farm appeared.

Perhaps this new zombie horde hasn't even had time to produce its own bloodseekers yet.

Of course, this is just speculation, and he has completed his second to fourth postings amidst many similar speculations.

Back in the room, even though Gavin tried to change his clothes as quietly as possible, Nikita still woke up.

I pushed back the covers and sat up.

Nikita gently rubbed her forehead, then lifted the covers to welcome Gavin into the bed.

Feeling Gavin's embrace, Nikita leaned against his chest and asked softly.

"Any unusual activity from the zombies at the horse farm, darling?"

"They're relatively quiet. What about you? Which path are you planning to take tomorrow: go to the prison to investigate, or look for outposts at home?"

"I'll go with Anthony to find the sentry post, honey."

In response to Gavin's question, Nikita breathed on Gavin's chest and said bluntly.

"Compared to Anthony, I trust Martin more, at least he has been in contact with us for longer. As for Anthony, I want to see for myself what kind of person he is."

"what."

Hearing Nikita's words, Gavin chuckled and rubbed Nikita's rabbit.

"Trust is the cheapest thing in the apocalypse. If I have to completely trust someone before I can send them to do something, then I won't be able to send anyone to do anything myself for a long time."

"That's true."

Nikita nodded in agreement with Gavin, then snuggled into his arms and drifted off to sleep while chatting with him.

The night passed gradually, and the next day arrived.

Around 8:40 am.

Inside a tent on the roof of the Omni Hotel in Dallas.

Wang Ling sat on the edge of the rooftop, holding a knife, looking up at the already risen sun while listening to the sounds coming from the radio.

It was a light and funny voice; just by listening to it, you could imagine that a quirky black guy was sitting on the other end of the radio.

His American slang and jokes are fairly funny, and even the occasional bad jokes that pop up can be considered somewhat interesting.

But Wang Ling was only interested in the core content of his words.

Because the broadcaster was announcing that Camp Gavin was about to launch a rescue operation for four survivors trapped on rooftops in Dallas!

Hearing this, Wang Ling couldn't help but turn around and look at the tent behind her.

Meanwhile, besides Greta the blue-haired girl who couldn't help but keep busy again last night.

Anna, who had lost her hand, and Meryl, with her freckles, also heard what was happening on the radio and looked at Wang Ling with excitement.

Meeting their gazes, Wang Ling listened to the radio broadcast, then clutched the radio and returned to Anna and Meryl's side, whispering to them.

"You all heard that, didn't you!"

"Of course, Wang Ling, I heard their plan!"

Anna's face was flushed, it was hard to tell whether it was from the fever or from the excitement of hearing that someone was going to rescue them.

Looking at Anna's flushed face, Wang Ling nodded heavily and said in a suppressed voice.

"Their plan was as perfect as possible. First, they would airdrop walkie-talkies to us, and whether or not we could get the walkie-talkies became the core of our ability to communicate with them."

“I took a look, and the roof area of ​​the Omni Dallas Hotel is only about 1,400 square meters. That’s just my feeling; it may actually be even smaller.”

"And the altitude at which they launch the airdrops will probably exceed one thousand meters. At that distance, the parachute may not be able to land accurately on the building."

"Besides, even if the walkie-talkie lands on the roof, we absolutely cannot run. Remember, we cannot run around in a frenzy because of excitement. I don't want our excessive movements to attract the zombies downstairs!"

"Also, no matter how they try to rescue us, as long as they have to land the helicopter, we will definitely face risks."

"So, don't make the same stupid mistakes again. When the rescue arrives, we must act swiftly. This is for you, Meryl. Be more swift and more decisive!"

At this point, Wang Ling glared at Meryl, who nodded apologetically.

A few days ago, during their journey from the hotel to the rooftop, they took many detours and faced numerous risks, losing two teammates and Anna losing an arm.

One of the difficulties during this process was caused by Meryl's panic and hesitation, which kept her up at night for several days.

Meanwhile, the women on the hotel rooftop were communicating.

Gavin stood on the roof of the manor, watching Eugene, Martin, and Anthony each leave the manor in three different directions with three or four people.

Shortly afterward, intense gunfire erupted near the racecourse, followed by the sound of a small crowd gathering.

Faintly hearing the chaotic sounds in the distance, Gavin rubbed his ears, which had exceptionally good hearing, threw away his cigarette butt, and said to Steve and Sean.

"Let's go, it's time for us to leave."

"Roger that, boss! Fate favors the brave!"

Sean shouted something to Gavin, then got Nicholas into the Apache.

If things go wrong in Dallas, the Apache's firepower might come in handy.

As the Apache helicopter ascended, Gavin boarded and sat down opposite Paul.

Steve then started the helicopter, chasing after Apache as it cut through the sky and sped towards Dallas.

Inside the manor, watching the departing helicopter.

Winnie, who was listening to the lecture, couldn't help but turn her head and watch the helicopter disappear into the distance.

Noticing Winnie's distraction, Hela stopped her narration and looked at Winnie quietly... with a smile.

The eerie silence brought Winnie back to her senses. She quickly turned around and made an apologetic face at Hela.

"Hela, you know I'm already in seventh grade. I can't keep up with fourth-grade lessons. How about I practice shooting instead?"

She then spoke to Hela.

Hearing this, Hela nodded slightly, looked at the two new kids who had just arrived at the camp with envy on their faces, and smiled.

"Alright, the morning is for the new recruits, and I'll give you extra lessons this afternoon. But if you want to practice shooting, remember to invite Mr. William along."

And so, thanks to the two new kids, Winnie finally got rid of Hela.

She arrived at the sentry post, waved to Madison, and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Madison, where's William? I want to practice my shooting."

"Practice shooting? How about I join you? I also want to practice shooting. Let William find another office worker to stand guard for a while."

Madison was also itching to try his hand at shooting, so he brought Winnie to the shooting range.

When they arrived, they happened to see Horst and Adele inside shooting targets.

Madison glanced at Horst's target; the accuracy had improved considerably compared to the previous days. This guy was actually quite serious.

So Old Mike came over to Horst, handed the gun to Winnie, and exchanged a few pleasantries with Horst.

"Dude, your progress is quite obvious."

"Is that so? Thank you for the compliment, Madison."

Horst took a deep breath, then continued his training.

He wanted to collect enough zombie finger bones as soon as possible because he had been missing Adriana's butt more and more these past few nights!

Men's sources of motivation may be strange or unusual, or they may be very single-minded.

Like Horst, at least his motivation only kept coming from two places.

One reason is his fear of trouble.

One is his basket, which shows he's not afraid of trouble.

Seeing Horst's unusually serious training, Madison grinned and then looked at Winnie to get ready.

Right before Madison's eyes, Winnie didn't pick up her Glock, which she always used, but instead reached for the MK13 not far away.

Seeing Winnie's choice, Madison was slightly taken aback, then quickly raised his hand to press the barrel of the precision rifle and asked Winnie to confirm.

"Hey kid, are you sure you've learned all this? Isn't this a bit too early for you!"

"Uncle, I just want to get used to it. I'm not a child anymore, and besides, you're watching over me. You'll definitely be able to take good care of me, won't you?"

Winnie pouted at Old Mike, who nodded helplessly.

"Alright then, but you can't fire too many shots. I'm worried your shoulder will dislocate, and that doesn't feel good!"

"Don't worry, uncle, I'll only fire ten shots, no, twenty shots, there won't be any problem!"

Seeing that Madison agreed with her choice, Winnie licked her lips excitedly and picked up MK13 in one go.

She knew that Uncle Madison would be easier to talk to than William.

In recent days, no matter how much she pleaded, William wouldn't let her use the rifle, always citing that it was too early and unsafe.

So Winnie seized the opportunity and started playing with the rifle, firing more than forty shots before finally stopping.

Winnie's shoulder hurt, but her face was flushed with excitement.

She became increasingly certain that sitting across from Hela and continuing to study mathematics and literature was a better option than...

She prefers the feeling of firing a gun!
And the smell of gunpowder suits her better than the smell of ink!
(End of this chapter)