Doomsday America

Chapter 44 Frost Archer
Snapped!
Madison slapped himself across the face.

Being relentlessly attacked by Eugene felt worse than death.

Why didn't I learn any car-related skills back then?

For a moment, Madison even regretted becoming famous too early.

His large physique had already made him stand out in high school, attracting the attention of many college scouts.

And it wasn't just football scouts; even more basketball scouts were interested in him!

In short, he became famous too early, making it seem like he wasted his time on the streets, damn it...

Madison cursed under his breath, pursed his lips, and made way for Eugene, watching him walk to the front of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Seeing that Eugene had taken the car repair job, William remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but look at the two corpses in the distance, before staggering toward them.

Gavin glanced at William's feet and chuckled softly.

"Young policeman, your foot looks a little better."

"What a load of bull! He's just showing off!"

Eugene, supporting himself on the engine bay, peered over to examine the engine as he continued Gavin's words.

"His foot wasn't broken, but it was a severe contusion. I've seen many injuries like that in the army."

"Don't let his energetic performance fool you. Once we're settled, he'll completely lose his edge. If he can stand up tomorrow, I might even call him 'Dad'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene simply lay down on the still-warm engine and reached out to remove the bullet that was lodged deep inside.

Gavin then went to the RV, sat on the steps, and leaned against the RV door to rest for a while.

During the high-speed drive, his adrenaline surged for a short while. Although he wasn't exactly exhausted, he felt a bit empty both physically and mentally.

Seeing Gavin sit down, Winnie pursed her lips in the car, then ran over to her mother and whispered a few words.

In the distance, William hopped over to the vicinity of McLaren and first took a look at the situation there.

After confirming that the McLaren hadn't started smoking and wouldn't explode anytime soon, he crawled inside and began searching.

Meanwhile, Madison returned to Gavin's side, leaning against the RV and asked him a question.

"Boss, why did that bastard in the McLaren shoot at us?"

"Logically speaking, he's already charged out. With McLaren's speed, even if he didn't shoot at us, he could have left the zombies behind."

"But that damn bastard actually opened fire on us! I think the co-pilot's cockpit was shot through... huh?"

At this point, Madison's expression froze, and he couldn't help but glance at Eugene before asking a question.

"Wait, the Tyrannosaurus Rex's co-pilot's cabin was blasted open, how did Eugene survive?"

"Haha, even suicide attacks in the Middle East couldn't kill me, do you think I'd be killed by some random bastard?"

Eugene, perched on the engine, wiggled his rear end at Madison, who then spat to the side.

As for Gavin, he frowned and said calmly.

“I never hesitate to speculate about human nature with the utmost malice, so I don’t find it strange at all.”

“We weren’t the ones who caused the harm, so who knows what he was thinking at the time.”

"Maybe he was having a great time with the woman in the red dress when our gunfire interrupted him, and that's why he hates us?"

"Perhaps he managed to hide in the villa area, but the zombies were disturbed by our gunfire, forcing him to fight his way out, so he retaliated against us."

"Maybe the woman in the red dress is his daughter. He's a doting father and he's afraid we'll catch up with him and force him to watch how we treat his daughter?"

"Or perhaps he was just inherently evil, and to make his escape safer, he chose to leave us, the unknown pursuers and zombies, in the rich neighborhood."

Gavin grinned at this point.

"Don't overthink the 'whys.' That kind of person has to die. Now we're alive, and he's dead. Isn't this the best outcome?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but purse his lips.

After a high-speed car chase and gunfight, I'm a bit thirsty, so maybe I should grab a Coke.

Just then, Winnie came up to Gavin with a pink cup in her hand.

"Hey boss, try this coffee my mom just made!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Winnie handed the coffee to Gavin.

Gavin glanced at the cup. Great, it's Hello Kitty print again, just like that Luger pistol.

So he narrowed his eyes suspiciously and asked.

"This isn't your mom's cup, is it?"

"Of course not, this is my cup, isn't it cute!"

Winnie cutely gestured the cup toward Gavin.

Seeing this, Gavin felt relieved.

It seems this precocious little devil isn't trying to matchmake her with her mother.

Gavin had absolutely no interest in Doris, a woman nearing fifty. Even if Doris wasn't fifty, she looked older than forty-two, more like forty-six or forty-seven.

Gavin had eaten too much pork and didn't even look at it. He took the cup, sipped the warm coffee, and gazed into the distance.

The scenery is truly beautiful.

This road, connecting the wealthy area of ​​Costa Rica to Costa Rica International Airport, is flat and unobstructed for nearly nine kilometers.

All that can be seen is the tranquil Halbert Lake on the left side of the road and the wildlife park on the right side.

Although it was February, the grass in the park was not nearly as beautiful as it was in spring and summer.

But the unparalleled sense of vastness still brought a contented smile to Gavin's face.

There were also a few Texas wolves chasing a small herd of bison across the open field.

so good.

Gavin laughed even harder.

Because those were neither zombie wolves nor zombie bison.

While Gavin was drinking coffee, Eugene emerged from the Tyrannosaurus Rex engine and laughed heartily.

"It's all sorted out. The engine is perfectly fine overall. Once the foreign object was removed, everything will be fine."

After saying that, Eugene moved closer to Gavin, glanced at the coffee, and glared at Winnie.

"Hey kid, didn't you see I just survived a gunfight? Why don't you have my coffee?"

"What's your rush? You'll get what you're meant to have. Can't you see I don't have it yet?"

Madison found an opportunity to be rude to Eugene, who then laughed and came to Madison's side, leaning against the RV and joking with him.

After exchanging a few words, Doris brought over more coffee, giving Madison and Eugene a cup each.

Savoring his warm coffee, Eugene called out to William, who was examining the body, from afar.

"William, come over and have some coffee. Don't fucking miss out on getting the hot stuff!"

"Okay, I'll be right away."

William said he was quick, and he really was quick; less than a minute later, he returned carrying two bags of rock sugar.

"Show Gavin the rock sugar," William said.

“Gavin, we can confirm that the driver has a history of drug use; he might have been here recently.”

"Oh, fuck, no wonder he seemed like a god of war, he's a drug-fueled god of war..."

Gavin couldn't help but curse. He had actually been thinking about why a person who was high would shoot at him. Ineffective thinking, number one!

After Gavin finished his rant, Madison couldn't help but roll his eyes and remark.

"So he's a drug addict, then I'm not surprised at all!"

He made a black face with his enormous face and continued speaking with amusement.

"Who can expect a guy who's had too much fun to follow the rules?"

"Don't even mention that they gave us two bullets after we had already run away."

"Even if he were like that ice shooter from Florida, shooting zombies naked, I wouldn't be surprised, haha!"

"Ha ha……"

Madison's words drew laughter, and even Winnie, with her slightly chubby cheeks flushed, kept laughing.

Although Texas is not Florida, every state in the United States has at least some resemblance to Florida.

Hearing everyone's laughter, William couldn't help but smile too.
But after a brief laugh, something seemed to come to mind, and his eyes suddenly stung with tears.

So he suppressed his emotions and turned around to throw the rock candy off the road.

Noticing William's action, Gavin pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and said.

"Wait, don't throw it away yet!"

"what?"

Gavin's words made William turn around in disbelief.

He held the rock candy in his hand and yelled at Gavin in disbelief.

"Shit, my cowboy god, you fucking...you don't play this damn stuff too, do you?"

The moment William finished speaking, everyone looked at Gavin in astonishment.

Facing everyone's gaze, Gavin waved his hand dismissively and cursed.

"Get the hell out of here! I'm not so low as to need rock sugar to satisfy my dopamine. I don't even touch leaves."

"I just feel that this thing must be of some use if it's kept."

"For example, what if in the future we need to pry someone open their mouth to get some important information, but that person refuses to say anything even if they die?"

"Won't these things come in handy then?"

(End of this chapter)