Doomsday America

Chapter 52 God, a golden suit has been released!

Hearing the laughter of the crowd, Bella, who had just put aside her doubts, couldn't help but raise her middle finger.

"Fuck you bunch of stinking men, Gavin doesn't count!"

"Don't think I'm stupid. I'm a college student. Do you think I can't see that I share the same name as this little dog?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bella shivered, then went to the puppy and rubbed its head.

On the sofa nearby, old Bert suppressed a laugh, waved to Bella and the dog, and said.

"It's alright. This child is very smart and is only a year and a half old. From now on, we can just change her name to Laura."

"No need, we can both be called Bella. You can't not tell a person from a dog, can you?"

Bella shook her head magnanimously, not minding sharing her name with the puppy at all.

But Bella doesn't mind, but old Bert does!

Old Bert quickly said to Bella.

"How can that be? I'm worried that when I make Bella roll over, you'll suddenly roll over too. Wouldn't that scare this old man to death?"

"You?!" Bella's eyes widened instantly, and she cursed, "You old bastard!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bella raised two middle fingers at old Bert.

Old Bert playfully gave Bella a thumbs up.

The people around couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that the team atmosphere was good, Gavin didn't rush to start the meal, after all, he wouldn't miss any opportunity to improve the team's mood.

Only after everyone's laughter gradually subsided did Gavin finally clap his hands and say something.

"Alright, guys, it's time to eat."

"Doris's cooking skills are no joke. What are you waiting for? Let me show you my terrible cooking skills too, like a dung beetle burrito and a cockroach burger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin got up and went to the dining room. He picked up a plate, filled it with rice and tomato and egg, threw in two pieces of stew, scooped out a large spoonful of salad, and handed the plate to old Bert on the sofa.

After taking the food, old Bert grinned and joked.

"Luckily, I'm not so old that I need you to stuff food into my mouth."

"Heh, don't worry. Considering you're the only old ghost in the team, even if you wet the bed, I'll at least find a way to clean you up."

Gavin joked with him, patted the back of his hand, and tried to leave.

But then, old Bert suddenly grabbed Gavin's hand, squinted his cloudy, smiling eyes at Gavin, and said, word by word.

"Kid, I don't want that kind of life, especially in that kind of... apocalyptic future you've been talking about!"

"So, if one day I can't even speak anymore, that is, when I can't even use my mouth to impart some life experience to you."

"My child, you must shoot me with your own hands when the time comes, just for the sake of the time I held you!"

At this point, old Bert's withered hand gripped Gavin's wrist even more tightly, as if he wouldn't let go until Gavin responded.

Seeing this, Gavin remained silent for a moment, then chuckled and said.

"You can't even speak, yet you want to tell me what to do? You're dreaming, old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin broke free from old Bert's hand and returned to the dining table.

Everyone had already reserved the seat of honor for him, and he sat down without ceremony, stuffing his food into his pocket and starting to eat in silence.

Bella, who was third from the left, couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

"Um...aren't we supposed to do a prayer before the meal?"

"Stop dawdling, little girl, from now on we'll only pray to this!"

Snapped!
Eugene interrupted Bella and slammed the M1873 onto the table.

The M1873 can be said to be the standard equipment for most men in Texas, and it is also a long-standing hard currency in the world of single-action revolvers.

Its low price, stable quality, simplicity, efficiency, and durability make it irresistible to countless men.

Of course, men love this thing more because it makes them look cool!

Seeing the pistol on the table, Bella shrugged indifferently, then couldn't help but shiver.

In February, the lake water was only two or three degrees above zero, and the chill was something that a hot bath couldn't dispel.

Seeing this, Winnie pursed her lips, then served Bella a bowl of broth, while Doris handed her the pasta.

On the sofa in the distance, old Bert stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth and then yelled at Gavin in frustration.

"Gavin, you're an idiot! I can't stand eating rice!"

"Alright, old man, you should be grateful you have any food at all. You're eating the same kind as me!"

Gavin raised his middle finger from afar, then ate with the others.

Soon, everyone put down their plates. Only Bella remained, looking up suspiciously and asking.

"Does everyone...eat so fast?"

"Yeah, the one who eats the slowest washes the dishes."

Gavin pointed at Bella, and Bella had no choice but to nod.

Then, Gavin stood up, placed his hand on the table, and addressed the group.

"Doris, Winnie, look after Bella and old Bert. Bella might be short of cold medicine; there should be some in the car."

"William, you stay in the hall and keep watch. Pay close attention to any sounds outside the villa. If there is a zombie attack, no matter how many there are, take everyone to the dock in the backyard and take a small boat to hide on the lake."

"Old Bert, keep your dog under control, don't let it bark outside in the yard!"

"No problem, you wicked farmer, my children never bark!"

Old Bert raised his hand to Gavin from a distance.

Then, Gavin gave Madison and Eugene a look and said.

"Madison, Eugene, it's time we let old Bert open our eyes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene and Madison stood up.

When Old Mike got up, Bella couldn't help but look up, and his large physique was truly frightening.

Bella watched the three of them walk to Old Bert's sofa, then lowered her head and continued eating, leaving her the only one who hadn't finished.

For some reason, Bella narrowed her eyes.

She'd never been rushed while eating before, but now the people sitting next to her weren't her parents or boyfriend anymore; she didn't have a boyfriend...

Wait... parents?!

Bella's eyes widened, and she immediately wanted to say something, but seeing everyone's tense expressions, she ultimately remained silent.

Meanwhile, old Bert muttered something as he put food in his mouth.

"Go to the bookshelf directly behind the chair in my study on the third floor and find a book on the crafting of Tudor plate armor. There's a key tucked inside."

"The gun room is the room on the right side of the first floor, closest to the side door. It contains a few good guns, but mostly it's the little gadgets I've made in my spare time!"

When old Bert mentioned the gadgets, he gave Gavin a mischievous look, but Gavin didn't pay much attention.

His attention was focused on the book that old Bert was talking about.

"Let's go and have a look!"

With a wave of his hand, the three of them rushed to the third floor.

Upon entering the study, Eugene naturally leaned towards the window to observe what was outside, Madison went to look for the keys, and Gavin stared at the entire bookshelf with shining eyes!

Admittedly, there are some works like Wuthering Heights on the bookshelf, but there is more of the craft knowledge that blacksmiths can use!
Gavin flipped through a couple of books, his eyes lighting up with increasing delight, because these books covered not only modern forging techniques but also ancient forging techniques from the 14th to 16th centuries!

What are the traces of civilization?
This is the damn mark of civilization!

Books and knowledge!
In a moment, Gavin silently made a decision.

If they take back the farm and successfully establish themselves there.

No matter how short of people there are, he will try his best to go to libraries where he can explore, bring back all the books, and preserve them well!

Whether it's books on iron and steel smelting, or books on various professional disciplines such as electricity and radio!
Perhaps in the future, the true survival of human civilization will depend on the inheritance of these books!
Just as Gavin was getting excited, Madison returned to his side with the keys in her hand and said...

"Boss, it's time for us to go downstairs."

"Hmm? Hmm, let's go!"

Gavin nodded emphatically, glanced reluctantly at the bookshelves full of craft books, and then led the way downstairs.

At this point, Gavin didn't even care about old Bert's gun room anymore.

What could be more wondrous than the fruits of those civilizations?
A few rifles, a few shotguns, or a few collectible vintage revolvers?

That's nothing!

With his mind full of books, Gavin casually pushed open the gun room door.

then……

"What the hell!" Madison's mouth dropped open.

"My God, what the hell is that thing?!"

Eugene almost bit off his own teeth!

As for Gavin, he stared blankly at the golden light before him, swallowed hard, and cursed.