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Chapter 208 Bulldog
Chapter 208 Bulldog
"receive!"
Eugene grinned and raised his right hand, giving Gavin a thumbs-up.
Edward, meanwhile, tucked his rifle behind his back and was the first to jump out of the helicopter that had already landed.
After landing, he drew his pistol and looked calmly toward the terminal building.
"Boss."
He then offered Gavin his advice.
"If you just need uniforms, I guess they have some new ones in their warehouse. The terminal isn't connected to the warehouse, so should we change our target?"
"Okay, anyway, your team's objective is—wait, you go fly the Black Hawk, what are you doing hanging out with Eugene!"
Gavin had only answered halfway when he chuckled and waved to Edward.
When he divided the group, he did have Eugene's trio follow Edward's helicopter, but that doesn't mean Edward had to act with them.
Gavin then pointed to the area where the Black Hawk helicopters were parked and said...
"Edward, Steve, my team will take you two to transfer to the helicopter. Sean, do not leave the cockpit of the H175 until the new helicopter is ready to take off!"
"In case of any unforeseen circumstances, we must be able to take off and leave at any time!"
At this point, Gavin jumped off the plane and landed steadily on the ground.
He put away his rifle and swaggered towards the area where a bunch of planes were parked.
Not far away, Eugene, along with Anthony and Abraham, rushed into the terminal building.
Martin and his team followed behind Gavin's group. After Gavin's group arrived at the Black Hawk helicopter, they bypassed Gavin's group and rushed into the dormitory building near the airport.
boom!
Bang bang bang!
boom!
Listening to the occasional gunfire from Martin's and Eugene's teams, Gavin patted the fuselage of the Black Hawk helicopter, then leaned into the cockpit to look at the instrument panel.
Edward came up behind Gavin, tapped the dial casually, and chuckled.
"Boss, can you understand this?"
"I don't understand it, but that's not important. As long as you can understand it, that's fine. Do we need to refuel this plane?"
Gavin asked Edward, who, after a brief observation, gently shook his head.
"No need. The discipline at Shepard Air Force Base is fairly good. After their planes land, the aircrew usually resupply and maintain them immediately."
"Look, the fuel gauge shows that the fuel tank has reached 80% capacity. This number is obviously a redundancy reserved for more weapons."
"Let me figure it out. Hmm, this Black Hawk helicopter is probably supporting Australia. The missiles it carries aren't Hellfires, but Brimstones."
"We don't want this one. The Black Hawk that the air force base uses is the most versatile and has the best performance."
"Let me see, ha, Gavin, I've found something good!"
"This Black Hawk is the real gem, an MH-60L-DAP, a special operations-enhanced model, typically supplied to Delta Force!"
"Look at its weapons: the left wing has a 30mm M230 chain gun, and the right wing has a quad Hellfire cannon plus a rocket pod. It is well-armed and versatile."
"As for the door machine guns, they are twin-mounted GAU-18 machine guns, which is practically equivalent to an airborne gunship, with firepower comparable to a light Apache!"
"Of course, our SEAL Team Six also has its own Black Hawk model, but the one I fly most often is the stealth strike version of the special operations Black Hawk, the kind with a sniper platform installed in the hatch."
"Tsk tsk, these are truly nostalgic memories. I loved my military life; God, just thinking about it makes my blood boil!"
At this point, Edward patted the Black Hawk helicopter he had just chosen, a special operations version of the gunship, and then gave Gavin a thumbs up.
"I'll choose this one!"
"No problem, get ready for takeoff and be there to help our guys evacuate at any time."
Gavin and Edward exchanged a punch, then Gavin and Steve walked toward the next Black Hawk helicopter.
Before long, Steve also chose the same Black Hawk model as Edward and got into the cockpit.
Gavin, along with Nikita and Diana, stood between the two Black Hawk helicopters, constantly observing the surrounding corpses.
Time passed slowly, and after about seven or eight minutes, Martin's team from the surrounding dormitory area was the first to come out of the building.
From a distance, Martin held up the military uniform package in his hand high towards Gavin.
"Boss, there are quite a few old military uniforms in the dorm area. Although they're called old, the quality is actually pretty good; they look like they haven't been worn much!"
Martin shouted, holding up his military uniform. At the same time, Wang Ling flicked her katana with one hand, then turned it with her right hand and brought it to her face. She picked up a rag and carefully wiped the bloodstains and tissue fluid off the katana.
Just like in Richardtown back then, there are ambushers and entrenched individuals in the buildings surrounding the airport.
However, the guys at the camp had read Gavin's zombie reports many times, so as long as they worked together and didn't act rashly, they would only be able to avoid encountering howlers and causing a large-scale disturbance among the surrounding zombie horde.
Otherwise, two or three lone resident individuals wouldn't be able to cause any trouble for the team at all.
Gavin was also on guard against the appearance of the Howlers. If the Howlers made a sound, he would have to make a decision immediately to have the team take off by helicopter and evacuate.
However, as long as the Howlers haven't appeared yet, they don't need to be on edge.
Gavin waved to Martin, then spoke to Diana beside him.
"Diana, you'll temporarily join Martin's group. Pass on my message: you all need to pack up the military uniforms in the dormitory area, new or old, and take them all home."
"Military uniforms are much sturdier than ordinary clothes and much easier to move around in. I reckon it will take some time before we all have to be issued military uniforms!"
"Okay, boss~"
Diana nodded to Gavin, then jogged over to Martin's squad.
Martin's team then returned to the dormitory area and began searching each room.
After failing to collect the items, they returned to the Black Hawk helicopter with the clothes, threw them inside, and then went back to search for more.
After they had looted the area twice, the gunfire from Eugene's team completely stopped, and the group of them walked out of the terminal.
Eugene led his team up to Gavin with a nonchalant air and began to speak to Gavin with a sullen expression.
"Mazefak, boss, there are so many people in the terminal, and they're all wearing pajamas. I bet they're having a party in there when the apocalypse hits!"
"Parties, parties~ Boss, these past few days since you won the championship, there have been so many fucking parties all over Texas!"
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"The three of us took down at least eighteen zombies, damn it, we need to be thinking of way more!"
"However, we didn't find any howlers. I'm pretty sure that every zombie we encountered didn't make any pre-howling gesture before we killed them!"
At this point, Eugene picked up his binoculars and looked at the other buildings in the vicinity.
As he observed his surroundings, Gavin, along with him, looked around in thought and said something.
"There are no Howlers in the dormitories or the terminal? That's a bit strange. It's a pity we haven't finished our zombie experiments at the stables yet."
"We have no right to let our guard down until we know exactly how many zombies it takes to create a Howler."
"But that's a story for later, Eugene. Now let's collect helicopter fuel together."
"It's at least 300 kilometers from Shepard Military Base to Ranch 6666, and at least 650 kilometers from Ranch 6666 back home."
"Although the Shadow has a longer range, we still need to ensure we have sufficient supplies to avoid any unforeseen circumstances!"
At this point, the non-pilots on the ground were completely divided into two groups.
One group continued searching for clothes, while the other began preparing fuel.
As for Sean, once Edward and Steve were ready to fly, he got off the H175 and boarded a Black Hawk.
Watching the crew on the ground bustling about, Sean sat in the cockpit, a cigarette dangling from his lips, adjusting the radio signals and connecting with Steve and Edward's planes.
"Feed him/her?"
Sean picked up his earmuffs and shouted.
A moment later, Edward's voice came through the earphones.
"Stop feeding them, buddy, our communications are back up and running. Besides, even without the onboard radio, we have our own walkie-talkies, buddy!"
"Haha, I'm just being prepared, Edward~"
Sean responded with a laugh, casually tossing the cigarette butt he had just finished smoking aside.
As the cigarette butt landed, Steve, who was constantly watching his surroundings in another plane, suddenly asked Sean a question.
"Sean, am I fucking seeing things? Why am I seeing dozens of ancient biplane bombers at this airport?!"
"Damn, these old guys must be veterans from World War II. I bet they're older than my grandfather!"
"Aha~"
Upon hearing Steve's joke, Sean chuckled twice in agreement, and then began to explain.
"Steve, this is an air force base, and every air force base commander, when he entered the air force, inevitably had some love for flying."
"Those antique biplanes belong to the personal collection of one of our base's officers. Besides this airfield, there's also an Air Force museum in the nearby city of Wichita Falls, which has many old artifacts!"
"And don't you dare underestimate these old relics. With the right pilot, they can still fly. And because they're easy to maintain, I bet they'll last even longer than the fighter jets I used to fly!"
"After all, if the apocalypse drags on for a long time, and even a single part of any of the new fighter jets is damaged, we'll be basically unable to repair them!"
"But these old relics are incredibly durable and resilient!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sean grinned and looked at the plane veterans in the distance.
While he was observing, the ground personnel had basically finished their respective group's work.
After confirming that fuel had been replenished and supplies were ready, and that more than 190 sets of clothing had been collected, Gavin raised his right hand and waved it gently to the ground personnel.
"Alright, guys, let's all get on the plane. Our next destination is Ranch 6666!"
"Hurry up!"
Following Gavin's orders, the nine people on the ground quickly boarded the three planes.
Once all personnel were in place, the three planes slowly took off and flew towards Ranch 6666.
Meanwhile, at Ranch 6666.
Corbyn got out of bed and wearily rubbed his head.
He had a lot of nightmares last night, all of which were about his scalp being ripped off, and his men gleefully surrendering to Gavin after killing him.
"Damn it!"
Just thinking about this dream sent chills down Corbyn's spine, because he knew that Jonathan, the shorty and the fiercest wolf under his command, had some Native American blood, and that guy really liked skinning people!
Thinking of this, Corbin let out a long sigh, then raised his wrist and glanced at the time.
It was already 10:40 a.m., damn it, the unease made him fall asleep very late, which made him wake up a little late.
He quickly got out of bed, rubbed his face, and then left his office.
Their entire team lived in a large warehouse at Ranch 6666. There weren't any particularly nice accommodations there; having a few offices was already quite good.
Inside the warehouse, Jonathan, who was sitting alone in the party area, slowly eating a roasted lamb leg, saw Corbin come out and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh!"
"What?"
Jonathan's sneer startled Corbin, who glared at him, glanced at the lamb leg, and said...
"What are you laughing at, buddy? And that leg of lamb, save the leftovers for soup, don't feed it to your dog!"
"Hehe, I'm feeding my dog, it's none of your business, boss. You're good enough to manage people, why bother managing the dog too?"
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Jonathan grinned wickedly and cut off another leg of lamb. This leg was cut into a large piece, and the inside was still raw and dripping with blood.
However, Jonathan didn't eat it all by himself. He whistled as he carried the mutton, and soon two Labradors came running over from afar and came up to Jonathan, breathing on it.
Jonathan looked at Corbin, then threw the nearly one-pound leg meat between the two dogs, yelping!
Awoo!
For a moment, the two Labradors actually started fighting over the food rather fiercely.
Jonathan loves watching them fight over food; you could say it's true what they say, like father, like son.
Jonathan has managed to raise his Labrador to look somewhat like a fierce dog.
The dogs tearing at the lamb leg meat also made Corbin's expression quite unpleasant.
"Mazefak!"
Corbyn then cursed again.
"What a fucking waste, Jonathan! One day, there won't be enough food for people to eat, and you're feeding such good lamb to dogs!"
"Haha, stop lecturing, boss. Look around, and then look at our farm!"
Faced with Corbyn's displeasure, Jonathan chuckled and shook his head, then cut off a piece of cooked meat and put it in his mouth.
He felt he had eaten enough, so he simply threw the whole thigh next to the two dogs.
Well, that's it. The two dogs started fighting again, actually biting each other to decide who got the thigh.
Jonathan looked up and gave Corbyn a slightly provocative look.
Looking at Corbyn's sour face, Jonathan grinned crookedly.
"Not to mention the whole world, even on our own farm, countless pieces of food are rotting every single moment!"
"Instead of wasting your time picking on me, why don't you go eat all those hundreds of tons of supplies in the warehouse!"
"Even if we eat for six months, or even a year, we still can't finish all the supplies from this small farm. They'll spoil sooner or later!"
"Letting them rot is the real waste. As for my dog, hehe, my dog is doing you a huge favor, boss~"
At this point, Jonathan stood up, pulled out a small dagger, and picked his teeth.