Doomsday America.

Chapter 210 These are all my family

Chapter 210 These are all my family

After Jonathan finished speaking, everyone at Ranch 6666 fell silent.

They really didn't know what to say.

As for their initial expectations that Gavin's team would arrive—

Now, I'm not only not looking forward to it anymore, I even feel a little shudder.

Machine guns and Hellfire missiles are just things you hear about for fun until you see them in person.

But once you see them with your own eyes, you will have a very clear understanding, which is—

Your life no longer belongs to you!

With just seventeen or eighteen people from Ranch 6666, a single Hellfire attack wouldn't be a question of how many people they could kill, but rather how many lives their entire camp would owe the helicopter!

What kind of good person visits a neighbor's camp and arrives in a fully armed Black Hawk helicopter?

Are you sure this is just a visit, and not an attempt to kill Bin Laden?

For a moment, even Corbyn was at a loss for words.

He chuckled twice, then took a weak breath and forced a smile.

"Heh—Gavin's team—they certainly have plenty of martial spirit. It seems those promises he made to us weren't just empty words; their strength is truly formidable!"

"Yes—yes! He truly lives up to his idol's reputation!"

Otto, standing nearby, swallowed hard and muttered something under his breath.

As he muttered to himself, he couldn't help but lick his thick lips, reminiscing with a sense of wonder.

"With just these three helicopters, I reckon even if my idol encounters a massive zombie horde of thousands, they could fight their way through, or even wipe them all out!"

"That's right, they're heavily armed, and they have far too many helicopter pilots. They can field three helicopters just to see us, while we can't even find a single person who can fly a helicopter!"

Jonathan, standing to the side, pursed his lips and whispered a reminder to everyone.

As he gave the reminder, his eyes, which were fixed on the binoculars, widened involuntarily.

Because he saw the cannon on the hatch of one of the Black Hawk helicopters start moving!

The machine gun was aimed at them!

"Fuck!"

After witnessing this scene, Jonathan felt a chill run down his spine, and he quickly put down his binoculars and shouted.

"Wait, are they really Gavin's team? Their machine guns are aimed at us!"

"What?"

"No!"

"this----"

"My God!"

The 6666 Ranch team was in an uproar. Even Grandma Annie instinctively rubbed the wheels of her wheelchair and took two steps back.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Eugene casually fiddled with a machine gun.

He aimed his machine gun at a small group of people on the ground, who were barely visible to the naked eye, and spoke into his headset.

"Hey boss, I've found their exact location. They're not inside any buildings; they're all waiting for us in the open area!"

"And our machine guns are so awesome, haha, I bet if I fire one shot, at least half of them will die, hahaha~"

Snapped!

As soon as Eugene finished speaking, Anthony, who was holding onto the anchor and standing by the hatch behind him, patted Eugene on the back and chuckled.

"Eugene, don't joke like that, what if you scare them!"

"That's right, Eugene. Don't gamble with human lives. Even if the other person isn't a normal person, but a cult member, we should still kill them without mocking them, because we should learn to respect life in the face of the apocalypse!"

Through the headset, Gavin, on another plane, picked up where Anthony left off and cursed at Eugene.

Eugene awkwardly loosened the machine gun and stood at the cabin door, scratching his head.

Seeing that Eugene did not reply, Gavin stared at the figure on the ground and continued.

"Crew, prepare for landing. We'll descend directly to their vicinity. Once we detect any zombies attracted by our noise, we'll take the entire team away!"

"Of course, threatening them with zombies is not my main purpose. If I could, I wouldn't mind wasting my time making an extra trip for them, because their numbers are worth it."

"In short, do everything possible to ensure the safety of the people around the 6666 Ranch camp."

"Besides that, guys, pay attention to the mental state and body language of the other team members. If they show any sign of shooting at us, we have to be faster than them!"

At this point, Gavin stared intently at the small figure on the ground, praying that 6666 Ranch wouldn't cause him any trouble.

Without actually meeting them in person, Gavin couldn't be sure how the members of Ranch 6666 would treat them, the outsiders, based solely on their radio conversations.

One should not harbor malicious intent, but one must be wary of others. Gavin could not easily let his guard down, even if there were a few acquaintances among the other party.

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, a chorus of echoes came through his earpiece, and the three helicopters simultaneously descended and landed in the direction of the crowd.

As they landed, Wang Ling whispered to Adriana beside her.

"Our boss is really decisive and considers everything very thoroughly. I really admire someone like that!"

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing Wang Ling's words, Adriana was slightly taken aback, then looked at Wang Ling with a strange expression.

Meeting Adriana's strange gaze, Wang Ling narrowed her eyes in confusion. What was going on? Why was she looking at her?

I simply admire Gavin's meticulous and comprehensive approach to things. Doesn't Adriana think so too?

As Wang Ling was filled with suspicion, a soft cough suddenly came through her earpiece.

"Ahem!"

After a brief coughing fit, Gavin's voice came through his headset.

"Wang Ling, right? Next time you secretly praise me, remember to turn off your microphone. My husband's been giving me strange looks!"

"No, I'm just happy. My man is the best in the world, Wang Ling, please praise him a bit more!"

Nikita chuckled and rubbed Gavin's cheek, replying softly into her earpiece.

Her words caused a brief moment of stunned silence among all the men on the helicopter before they burst into astonishing laughter.

Wang Ling belatedly widened her eyes and instinctively gripped the knife in her hand.

Good heavens, she was so embarrassed she wanted to jump off the plane!

Adriana noticed Wang Ling clutching the knife, so she patted Wang Ling's buttocks and gave it a light pinch.

"Hmm?"

Wang Ling couldn't help but let out a trembling sound, while looking at Adriana with confusion and surprise.

Adriana then spoke softly to Wang Ling.

"Ling, why do you always like to hug that knife? Believe me, a gun is more reliable than a knife!"

"Well----"

Faced with this question, Wang Ling pursed her lips, then looked up helplessly at Adriana and replied.

"I know the gun is better, but my marksmanship is terrible. I can't even guarantee accuracy on a 10-meter pistol target, and it's even worse on a 20-meter target."

"With this kind of marksmanship, I'm only good at shooting stationary targets. Once the enemy starts moving, my shots go way off track."

"As for shotguns, unless I encounter a lot of zombies, there's not much difference between using a knife and a shotgun."

"If there are only two or three zombies, I'm confident I can easily sever their heads, which will actually save me bullets!"

At this point, Wang Ling belatedly touched the shotgun hanging on her chest.

She hasn't used a gun long enough to develop the habit, but she's too skilled with a knife. It will probably take her a long time to break free from this dependence on knives.

As for conserving bullets—

On the plane, Gavin chuckled and adjusted his hat.

Conserving bullets isn't just a trend in East Asia; for example, in games like Search, Shoot, and Dodge, many foreigners also particularly like to conserve bullets.

However, they have no need to conserve ammunition in the short term; Wang Ling still needs to strengthen her marksmanship training.

While he was pondering silently, the helicopter had already descended to about 180 meters. At this distance, the people on the helicopter could clearly see the faces of people on the ground.

Gavin was taken aback when he saw the number of people at Ranch 6666, then shook his head helplessly.

Well, he had originally hoped that Ranch 6666 could provide some women for the camp, but it turned out that such a large group only had three women, one of whom was old lady Anne!

It's easy to imagine that if they were to fully integrate into the camp, the male-to-female ratio that the camp had painstakingly maintained would completely collapse!

The camp ultimately couldn't escape the fate of having more men than women, which was frustrating, but it was also the norm under the apocalypse.

Why----

Gavin sighed softly, and as he sighed, the large raven on his shoulder clung tightly to his clothes, pressing its body against Gavin's face to prevent itself from being blown away by the wind.

The midday wind, having been exposed to the sun for so long, wasn't very cold on the face. Only when it brushed past Gavin's scar around his eye socket did it cause a slight pain and discomfort.

Gavin squinted his injured eyes and nodded to the group of people waiting for him from a distance.

The helicopter then crashed to the ground.

For a moment, the scene fell completely silent. The people from Ranch 6666, who were about 30 meters away from the helicopter, didn't dare to speak much, and even hesitated to approach the helicopter.

So Jonathan, Otto, and the others looked toward Corbin, who stood there, staring at the machine guns and missiles, and swallowed hard.

Noticing Corbyn's expression, old lady Anne shook her head helplessly; her nephew was finally getting the better of her.

That's normal, since his nephew is only in charge of the cowboy business in the family.

Before the apocalypse, the family mainly groomed their three sons as successors.

Her eldest son is a lawyer, groomed for a political career, and is currently a legislator in Ohio.

The second son is a businessman who is involved in real estate in Dallas and has a considerable reputation.

As for the third son, he is developing his career in the police force, although he is only a local police chief. However, this youngest son is preparing to take over the family ranch and establish himself as the head of the family business.

Therefore, the youngest son was in charge of all the police in and around the ranch. In fact, the cowboys in the family were more willing to listen to the youngest son, and even his nephews were the same.

So much so that after the apocalypse, when his sons were nowhere to be found, he had no choice but to ask his young nephew to step forward.

My nephew really hasn't had enough experience!

Although his horizons have broadened considerably with the help of his family, ultimately, his personality still retains a touch of pettiness.

It's fine in front of my own people; at most, I just seem a bit indecisive.

However, when faced with an outsider like Gavin, who is more successful than his side, especially someone as aggressive as Gavin, his nephew finds himself struggling to cope.

Thinking of this, Anne couldn't help but sigh softly, then pushed her wheelchair over to Jonathan's side.

"Joe!"

She grabbed Jonathan's sleeve and said...

"Push me over there!"

"Okay, ma'am, I'll be right there."

Jonathan quickly pushed the old lady's wheelchair, walked through the crowd and into the strong wind from the propellers, and headed towards the three helicopters.

Meanwhile, on the helicopter.

Gavin exchanged a glance with the crowd opposite him, his left eye narrowing as it swept over each person's face before he finally jumped down, landing on the ground to look at the group.

On his shoulder, the large crow instinctively spread its wings to adjust its posture due to the sudden jolt.

As the great raven spread its wings, old lady Anne couldn't help but squint.

Her gaze lingered on Gavin's face for a long time, especially on the big raven.

It wasn't until Jonathan pushed her close to Gavin, about fifteen meters away, that Annie perked up and shouted to Gavin with a strong voice.

"Little Gavin, it's been over six years since we last saw each other. Seeing you so energetic makes me happier than ever since the apocalypse!"

"Haha, grandma, long time no see! You're in great shape! I really hope that when I get old, I can be half as fit as you!"

Gavin responded loudly to old lady Anne's words, then strode over to Anne.

Gavin stared at Jonathan for a moment with his scabbed eyes, then nodded slightly to Jonathan, bent down, and gave the old lady a hug.

The old lady patted Gavin on the back warmly, then let go of him and looked curiously behind him.

Noticing the old lady's gaze, Gavin glanced back. All his men, except for the three pilots, came to his side, extending outwards in an arrowhead shape on either side of him.

So Gavin turned around, grabbed Nikita's wrist, pulled the stern-faced girl to his side, and said to Annie with a smile.

"Annie, this is my lover Nikita. Nikita, please say hello to the old lady."

"Annie is like an elder to me. We've met many times over a long period of time. Most of the cows in our family were bought from 6666 Ranch. We've always been one family with 6666 Ranch."

At this point, Gavin held Nikita's left hand with his right, while his left hand gently pushed Nikita's back.

Nikita blushed slightly, bent down to hug the old lady, and said...

"Grandma Annie~"

"Hey, good boy, haha, Gavin, you've really found a wonderful wife. She's much better than my two daughters-in-law!"

Grandma Anne gave Nikita a big hug, then let go of her and, holding the little girl's hand, praised her in various ways.

"Look at these hands, they're clearly from a respectable family. Unlike my daughter-in-law, whose tattoos are so numerous they could be auctioned at Sotheby's, and whose skin could be used to make a handbag for Iv's 'Elegance' collection. Humph!"

"But speaking of which, this kid's a bit too young, Gavin, you bastard, remember to take care of your family!"

At this point, the old lady playfully reminded Gavin.

Gavin nodded and casually remarked.

"Of course I'll take good care of my family, ma'am. Besides, you're family too. My dad and Uncle Locke have a very good relationship. I almost became your godson. Have you forgotten?"

Locke is Anne's second son. Because they were developing their careers in Dallas, Gavin and Gavin's father met with Locke many times. The deal for Gavin's farm to buy cattle was also negotiated between Gavin's father and Locke.

Hearing Gavin talk about his two sons, the old lady felt both comforted and a little sad.

While she was feeling sentimental, Gavin reached out his hand to Jonathan and said softly.

"This must be Corbyn, nice to meet you, buddy—"

"Uh—Gavin, I'm Jonathan, a Level 1 Cowboy Instructor at Wagner Ranch!"

Jonathan had to quickly explain to Gavin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin was immediately taken aback.

Behind him, Gavin's men were also stunned, and Eugene couldn't help but sneer.

He wasn't laughing at Jonathan, of course.

As for who he's laughing at, just look at who has the worst expression!

Corbyn's face turned green at this point. He finally strode out of the crowd and walked up to Gavin.

After forcing a smile, Corbyn extended his right hand to Gavin and smiled.

"Gavin, this is Corbin, and this is my buddy Jonathan. He used to work for Wagner, but now we're both in the Bolt family!"

"Okay, Corbin, now you do have some of the Bolt family's characteristics. After all, the Bolt family has particularly tall genes. My uncles are all around 1.9 meters tall."

Gavin exchanged pleasantries with Corbin, then casually put his arm around Jonathan's shoulder.

Just as Jonathan was slightly stunned and confused, Gavin patted Jonathan's arm and smiled broadly at him.

"Don't take it personally when I say you're not tall, buddy. My most reliable buddy is about your height."

"Eugene, come and meet the new friend, haha, don't you two think you look a bit alike?"

Gavin greeted Eugene with a smile, while Eugene, carrying a sniper rifle, took two steps forward with a wicked grin and lightly punched Jonathan in the chest.

"Indeed, boss, this guy's got a tough nut to crack. I like guys with that murderous glint in their eyes. How about a cigarette, buddy, or a cigar?"

As Eugene spoke, he politely took out a cigar and tossed one to Jonathan.

Behind Jonathan, the two dogs couldn't help but lower their bodies and become aggressive towards Eugene when he raised his hand to strike Jonathan's chest.

Eugene looked at the two dogs, then his eyes lit up and he said.

"Wow, what a great dog! I rarely see such a temperamental Labrador!"

"Indeed, these two dogs have been trained very well; they've transitioned from hunting dogs to professional guard dogs!"

Behind Eugene, Martin lazily glanced at the two dogs, then, completely ignoring their fierce demeanor, strode towards them.

As Martin approached, the two dogs let out a whimper, then tucked their tails between their legs and hid behind Jonathan.

Seeing this, Jonathan looked at Martin in surprise.

Even if his two dogs encountered a bear or a cougar in the forest, they wouldn't be tucking their tails like this!

Noticing the surprise and confusion in Jonathan's eyes, Martin grinned and nodded at Jonathan, explaining as he spoke.

"Don't worry, buddy, I'm an old hunter, the experienced kind. I've killed far too many animals. The fact that your dog can sense my scent is proof enough that it's intelligent!"

"I see!"

Jonathan nodded knowingly.

As he nodded, Gavin held Corbin's hand tightly while shouting to the helicopter whose rotors were gradually coming to a stop, while Jonathan was also on his arm.

"Alright, my pilots, once we're at Ranch 6666, it's like home. This place is practically my second hometown."

"So don't stay on the plane, come and meet my family, and let Grandma Anne treat us to lunch!"

At this point, Gavin put his arm around Corbyn and smiled down at Anne.

"Grandma, my favorite food when I was a kid was the top-grade Angus beef from your farm. Do you still have any in stock? If so, I won't be shy about taking it, haha!"

"Of course, Gavin, my warehouse won't turn away my children, and you're one of my children too, aren't you?"

Grandma Anne smiled, took Gavin's hand, and then turned her wheelchair, raising Gavin's hand high towards the workers of Ranch 6666.

"Let's welcome Gavin King from Gavin Farm!"

"He remains the pride of Texas, the crown jewel of the Cowboys, a god in the world of football, and the person every young Texas aspires to be!"

"Look at this wonderful young man! It's a pity that I haven't been able to find any trace of my granddaughters, and this boy already has a lover."

"Otherwise, right today, I promise this child will really call me 'Grandma'!"

"Even so, this child is still my most promising junior, Gavin, my child. My ranch is honored by your arrival, my dear!"

At this point, old Mrs. Anne squinted her dim old eyes and gently patted Gavin's hand.

After checking the gazes of everyone around him again, Gavin found Otto, who was attracting even more attention.

Nodding to Otto, Gavin released the old lady's hand and walked briskly into the crowd.

By now, he was fairly certain that the guys at Ranch 6666 meant him no harm.

Or rather, he was even more certain that these guys had no right to harm him.

At the same time, seeing Gavin approaching him, Otto was so excited he couldn't stop smiling.

He quickly rubbed his hands on both sides of his pants, then took two steps forward with great honor, grabbed Gavin's outstretched right hand with both hands, bent down slightly, and said to Gavin with an excited expression.

"Good heavens, it really is you! You'd never guess, I'm your idol!"

"Wait, I misspoke, damn it! I meant you're my fan, no, you're my idol, God!"

"How presumptuous of me! Look at me, I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Otto Corleone, a firefighter in Kentucky, but my hometown is near Ranch 6666."

"By the way, don't let my name, Corleone, fool you. I have absolutely no connection to Chicago, and I have absolutely no connection to movies. I just have a little bit of Italian and Sicilian blood."

At this point, Otto swallowed hard and looked at Gavin with great excitement.

Gavin gently patted Otto's hand, then put his arm around Otto's shoulder and laughed.

"Don't be so polite, Otto. You're in great shape. Being a firefighter is an excellent profession."

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"Especially in the apocalypse, I believe that as a firefighter, you can bring a great sense of security to the guys around you. I admire you, buddy!"