Doomsday America.

Chapter 224 Women's Gang

Chapter 224 The Women's Gang (8k)

At this point, Anglu simply let his tense body relax completely, propping his bandaged hands on the sofa and shrugging his bare waist.

Anglu gave his father a helpless look and continued.

"Dad, I can't even take my pants off and pull them up properly. It's just that the girl is too enthusiastic, really."

"I know, damn it, I just—I just wasn't prepared to see this!"

Listening to Angru's words, Johnny let out a helpless sigh, and then watched as the woman helped Angru put on his pants.

After putting his pants on, Johnny shook his head and smiled wryly.

"I know you'll grow up someday, and I know you already are, after all, you've been secretly subscribing to pay channels for four years, haven't you?"

"You still think you've kept it a good secret, but the bill doesn't lie, my good son. But seeing this scene directly is still a bit of a shock for me as a father."

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"You've grown up too fast."

As soon as he finished speaking, Johnny reached out and grabbed the woman next to Anglu, then moved her aside.

Then he sat down next to Anglu.

Anglu lowered his head, looking utterly embarrassed, and exchanged a wry smile.

"So you knew all along."

"Of course, although I don't keep track of every expense, I can still notice that the communication service fee, which has always been the same, has increased."

"But now is not the time to talk about that. You were awake longer than me, Anglu. How long was I unconscious?"

Johnny asked Anglu, and Anglu answered quickly.

"Dad, you've been unconscious for about four and a half hours."

"Four and a half hours —"

Johnny pursed his lips; the time hadn't been long, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He then looked at the two women in the room, gestured towards them with his chin, and asked.

"And what about them? What happened to them? What did they talk about with you?"

"Those people talked to me a lot. My dad, the general, and Wesker all spoke to me individually. They wanted us to stay."

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Anglu explained to Johnny.

"Of course I told them our destination. My mom was waiting for us at home, but they didn't seem to care about what I said. Instead, they gave us those two women."

"deliver?!"

Upon hearing Anglu's words, Johnny instinctively frowned and glanced back at the two women.

Then, he looked at Anglu again and reprimanded him in a low voice.

"Don't use words like 'gift,' Anglu. Don't let your worldview be shattered by the chaos of the apocalypse. A living person should not be given away. If women can be given away, then so can you and me. Our organs, blood, and even bones could become gifts!"

Objectifying others is, in essence, objectifying ourselves. No one can guarantee they'll always be at the top!

"Those bastards are really arrogant, here's a bonus—"

"I'm disliking them more and more!"

"Wait, Mr. Johnny!"

Just as Johnny was speaking, Eugenie, who was draping clothes over a girl who had no clothes to wear in the hall, suddenly interrupted Johnny.

Upon hearing Eugenie's voice, Johnny turned and glared at her.

He swore that he had only ever loved his wife!

As Eugenie met Johnny's angry gaze, she helped the girl tighten the coat she had just put on, and said to Johnny.

"Mr. Johnny, the general has not objectified us!"

"Heh, you think you can just say it's not objectified? How are you going to explain this word 'gift,' which I find offensive!"

Johnny interrupted Eugenie, annoyed, then pointed to the door and continued.

"If I were you, I would leave this house immediately, because you are not here because of either of us, father and son, yet we are the ones facing you!"

"Go, go tell the general that I am grateful for his gift, but gratitude does not equate to acceptance!"

"I----"

"But you've already opened the gifts! Your son opened them!"

Eugenie suddenly shouted at Johnny—

Upon hearing Eugenie's words, Johnny paused abruptly, then turned around expressionlessly and stared intently at his son's face.

After being stunned, Anglu hurriedly waved his arms like a flagpole, crying out his innocence.

"Dad, I'll say it again: I'm not capable of taking initiative!"

"So you don't mind being passive, huh, you brat!"

Johnny cursed helplessly, then looked at Eugenie again and said with a wry smile.

"You win, Eugenie. My son did touch the general's gift, but how do you explain that the general didn't objectify you?"

"I can explain, Mr. Johnny. The general has really worked hard; he has truly helped us a lot. He is my mentor, and he wouldn't want to treat us like this unless absolutely necessary!"

Seeing that Johnny had relaxed a little, Eugenie immediately came forward and knelt down beside him.

Seeing Eugenie kneeling so quickly, Johnny awkwardly stood up and pulled Eugenie up. He then helped the two women to their seats and handed his coat to the woman who was only wearing a shirt, covering her waist, abdomen, and thighs.

As Johnny sat back down on the sofa, Eugenie continued to explain to him.

"Mr. Johnny, I am a student majoring in drama at Agnes Scott College. The general is my mentor. Most of the women in our camp come from nearby art schools and Broadway."

"Atlanta is such a city; it is the Hollywood of the South, and the crown jewel of the American South's music and theater industry."

"On the night the apocalypse broke out, all the students in our college were invited to watch the Madame Butterfly performance at the Atlanta Theatre, and we stayed in many hotels nearby that night."

"On the night the apocalypse broke out, while every one of us survivors huddled in our rooms, it was Teacher Elijah—no, it was the General—who spent three whole days finding us one by one and, like a miracle, led us out of that city!"

"Even though we've left Atlanta and the zombie-infested environment, danger is still everywhere, Mr. Johnny!"

"Because there were fifteen of us back then, fourteen of whom were young and beautiful girls like me, and the only man was the teacher!"

"You understand us, right? You can imagine how dangerous we were, right?"

"You can probably guess what kind of treatment and crises a team like ours will face when it encounters other teams!"

"Before the end of the world, I was just like every pretty girl, very proud of my looks and figure."

"But after the apocalypse, every man who sees us, except for the general, will always have only one thought!"

"We simply cannot survive the apocalypse on our own; the teacher alone cannot take care of all of us."

"After encountering two waves of survival teams, the teacher was almost powerless to protect us!"

"My sisters were tackled to the ground by greedy bastards more than once. More than one of us was assaulted multiple times. Even though the teachers tried their best to stop them, and even shot three people, two of us girls were defiled."

"Under these circumstances, the general persuaded the leader of another survival team, Mr. Wesker, to stand on our side."

"After gaining the support of Wesker's team, the general quickly suppressed another survival team, took out their leader, scattered their men, and brought them into our ranks."

"But even so, the general still couldn't protect us, because even with new laws, he couldn't stop every man from casting covetous glances our way!"

"It wasn't until after another assault that the general and Mr. Wesker had a consultation, and they reached an agreement that finally came up with an allocation plan for us high-quality women."

"I admit, the term 'allocation plan' sounds really harsh, but rather than calling it allocation, I'd rather believe it's a form of protection!"

"One general and one Wesker cannot protect a dozen of us, but if someone like you, Mr. Johnny, were to get involved and protect each and every one of us personally..."

"Then we won't become flowers that everyone picks and that can be destroyed by a rainstorm at any time."

At this point, Eugenie took a deep breath and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Beside her, another girl chuckled and continued Eugenie's words to Johnny.

"Johnny, Eugenie's way of putting it is too poetic. The truth is, every man wants us. Aren't we all driven by our lower instincts?"

"As for us, it may seem impolite for our advisors to assign us like this, but in reality, we only need to be assigned to one person at most."

"Instead of being pinned to the ground by just anyone, at any time, in any random place."

"Honestly, the general did a great job. He introduced the three-class system based on our problems, assigning us to the first and second classes, and then using a small number of first and second class people to suppress the majority of bastards who were assigned to the third class by the general."

"The first and second-class people were chosen by us and the general together. You see, just like I saw Anglu with my own eyes before I was assigned to it, the general consulted our opinions before we became gifts, and Eugenie and I chose to become your gifts ourselves!"

"You are a father and son, with a natural family relationship. Your journey through the apocalypse together has shown us your bond, your emotions, and your capabilities."

"And you guys are pretty handsome, aren't you? Even though Anglo is injured, his physique is almost comparable to Captain America's. I really like him~"

"Moreover, the end of the world is coming, and we do need men to protect us, and we also hope to have a stable family to rely on."

"Besides, we have needs too. You don't think only men think about that kind of thing all the time, do you? Women our age want it even more, really. So don't think so badly of the general. He's done his best. Even if the navigator came in person, he might not have done a better job than the general!"

"Hmm? Navigator?"

Upon hearing this word emphasized by the woman, Johnny instinctively asked a question.

He already knew that General Elijah and Wesker were the key figures in the camp, but who was the navigator?

Those who can act as lighthouses and navigators in the apocalypse are definitely not ordinary people!

The woman, who had been interrupted by Johnny, paused slightly before answering him with longing in her eyes.

"The navigator is Gavin, of course. God, the end times have not washed away his glory, but have made him even more holy!"

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"We've been listening to his broadcasts all the time; everyone in our camp takes out their radios to listen to him during breaks!"

"Whether it's classifying zombies or structuring a post-apocalyptic survival system, Gavin and his camp members have always been ahead of us, doing it far better!"

"He also taught the general and Wesker a lot. I heard them often hiding to listen to the broadcasts that Gavin himself gave, and they would even imitate Gavin's tone of voice."

At this point, the woman couldn't help but twist her legs.

Before the apocalypse, women like them from drama schools longed for nothing more than to have something happen with a superstar like Gavin, who was famous throughout America.

As for now—

They wanted it even more!

Gavin and the Gavin Camp radio broadcasts have become a beacon and source of support for the vast majority of listeners in the past two weeks!

And Johnny and Anglu—

Upon hearing the woman's words, they both paused in surprise, then instinctively exchanged a glance.

After glancing at it, Johnny swallowed hard and said with a dry laugh.

"Is that so? Gavin is really famous, even in Atlanta—haha, that's impressive."

"Of course, he's Gavin King. If he came to our camp, the general might just abdicate. The general loves to talk about Gavin at tea parties."

"By the way, you should also attend the tea party every night, which starts around seven o'clock and lasts until around ten o'clock. It's like a mutual aid society, where we sit in a circle and chat about the trivial things in life and our pursuit of the future."

"Mr. Johnny, and Anglu, believe me, you will love our camp."

"this----"

Hearing the girl's words, Johnny and Anglu instinctively shook their heads.

Then, Johnny took a deep breath and spoke to the girl.

"Sorry, we don't want to attend any tea party. We have other things to do and we must leave. I—" You're still injured, Johnny, look at your son!"

Before Johnny could finish speaking, Eugenie smiled slyly and pointed at Anglu, who was bound hand and foot with bandages.

Following Eugenie's directions, Johnny's gaze fell on the bandages on his son's body.

"Anglu".

He asked softly.

"Are you badly injured?"

"It's not serious. Only three bones are broken. Apart from the lower leg, the bones in the arm are fine. It's more like a flesh wound."

"Hiss—!" X2

As soon as Anglu finished speaking, the two girls took a breath in unison, and the naked girl raised her hand to nudge Eugenie's ribs and laughed.

"Look, Eugenie, how strong our husbands are! Our family will definitely be the star family in the camp!"

"No, no, no, we don't want to start a family. My love is alive and waiting for us in Boston. We have to go back!"

Johnny quickly interrupted the girl, waving his hands frantically as he explained to them.

Upon hearing this, Eugenie's face suddenly froze, and her once bright and spirited eyes were instantly filled with regret and disappointment.

Seeing Eugenie's expectations crumble instantly, and the unhappy expression on the other girl's face.

Johnny couldn't help but swallow.

He stopped blaming his son; the girls at the art academy were just too beautiful, and even he was somewhat influenced by them.

After a brief moment of regret, Eugenie pursed her lips, mustered her spirits, and spoke to Johnny.

"Even if you have reasons to return to Boston, don't you also have reasons to stay at our camp? We'll be living together for a while."

"Anglu's injuries need treatment, don't they?"

"The general told us about your experience. It was our men who injured you, and we will take responsibility for it. We will take good care of you until you recover."

"I can guess what you're worried about. You're probably worried the general won't let you go, right?"

"But don't worry, although we are very short of people here, but—I think that apart from us girls, the other men in the camp will not refuse your departure. After all, the more men leave, the fewer men will be able to stay with us."

At this point, Eugenie lowered her head, clasped her hands together in front of her thighs, and kept rubbing her fingers against the hem of her clothes.

The other girl pouted and looked at Johnny with dissatisfaction.

Meeting the gazes of the two girls, Johnny unconsciously lowered his head.

Even with a clear goal and a firm will, he couldn't help but show a moment of compassion at this moment.

Because sitting in front of him right now were all young people around the same age as his son!

However, just as Johnny was moved by the age of the two women...

On the other hand, Anglu snorted coldly.

"Hmph, that's easy for you to say. Your people were practically laying nails on the highway, almost killing me!"

"Treat me to a full recovery? That sounds nice, but in reality, your people don't care about our lives at all!"

"In the mouths of you women, your camp sounds so wonderful! Is this really the general's camp? This is simply a camp for you women!"

"If I stay here longer, will I forget that you're the ones who made me who I am today?"

"Were the rest of the people in your camp also left behind by you women?"

"This isn't a general's camp at all, this is a fucking women's gang!"

"you----"

Knock knock knock!

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which silenced Anglu, and they all looked toward the door.

After a brief silence, Eugenie quickly got up, went to the door, and opened it.

Upon seeing the figure outside the door, Anglu unconsciously frowned on the sofa.

He would never forget the words that figure said to him.

That is, the sentence "This one is injured, let's kill him" but now.

The figure peeked out with a wicked grin, glanced at the woman in the hall whose smooth back and half of her buttocks were exposed, then handed the basket in his hand to Eugenie and chuckled hoarsely.

"Eugenie, this is your quota for today. For the next three days, your quota will be at the highest level. You will need to send people to participate in the exploration operation to maintain the standard."

"You should know all this, right? Explain it to them clearly, don't make things difficult for us, hehe!"

After saying that, the man turned and raised an eyebrow at Johnny before turning and walking away.

Watching the man walk away, Eugenie held the vegetables, fruit, and canned beef and luncheon meat in her hands.

Johnny got up and went to the door to take the things from Eugenie, and asked her what was wrong.

"He is—"

"He's George Lucia, a Marine. Aside from being fierce, he's actually a pretty good guy."

"Oh? The Marines?"

Upon hearing this, Johnny nodded and smiled.

"They do look a bit like those jerks, but are our groceries delivered every day, or do we have to collect them ourselves, and are they just delivering them today?"

As he spoke, Johnny looked down at the ingredients in the basket. There was a good amount, enough for the four of them to have at least three meals.

Upon hearing Johnny's words, Eugenie immediately smiled happily.

"Wait, Johnny, you mean—you're willing to stay?"

She asked Johnny nervously.

Upon hearing this, Johnny paused, then avoided Eugenie's hopeful gaze and looked at his son.

"No, we just—Anglu really needs treatment. We need to rest here for at least a while, three days or a week?"

"I'll be able to get started in less than a week, five days at most, Dad!"

On the sofa, Anglu called out to Johnny.

"This injury is much less serious than the last time I hit a tree while skiing. That time, I only needed eight days to start rehabilitation training. This time, it will take at most five days. I know that!"

"Okay, five days it is, so—these five days—"

Johnny nodded to Anglu, then lifted the basket in his hand and forced a smile.

"Don't worry about these five days. I can join their exploration tomorrow. They won't let us go hungry, and I don't need their supplies. I'll find enough food outside."

"Okay, we—anyway, we should at least have dinner."

Eugenie reluctantly accepted Johnny's explanation, then pulled her friend along, and the two squeezed into the kitchen to start cooking.

It was already sunset, time for dinner, and their busy schedules provided Anglu and Johnny with a rare opportunity to chat.

Seeing the woman walk away, Johnny immediately returned to the sofa, quickly checking his son's injuries while whispering to Anglu.

"What do you think, Anglu?"

"I think, Dad, what they're doing is definitely going to cause a huge mess!"

Anglu answered crisply.

Upon hearing this, Johnny unwrapped the gauze from Anglu's right hand, checked the injury, and replied.

"That's not necessarily true. After all, the apocalypse wiped out all the previous order, and now, no one can guarantee who is right."

"This so-called general has created a group of vested interests by dividing society into three equal classes, and even you and I have become part of this group!"

"Think about our situation. Their class allocation is not purely based on education and ability, because they don't have time to learn those things about us."

"They basically rank people based on combat and operational capabilities, which means the beneficiaries of the camp are essentially a group of violent law enforcers who spontaneously maintain the current system!"

"With their continued suppression, as long as the camp doesn't expand to a considerable size, there won't be any problems with this order."

"The real point that could cause problems for this camp is the stage when the core resources are completely depleted, that is, when there are not enough women to go around."

"If we can get through that phase, this camp might have a chance; but if we don't, things will be terrible!"

At this point, Johnny had finished checking Anglu's injuries.

Just as Anglu himself said, his injuries were not very serious.

For these extreme athletes, getting injured is as commonplace as eating and drinking, and they often have a clear understanding of their injuries.

Four to five days later, once Anglu has his broken leg in a splint, his body will be able to support him to get back on his motorcycle and continue his journey. This is the confidence of an intercontinental champion-level extreme athlete.

Hearing Johnny's words, Anglu nodded and then grabbed Johnny's arm.

"Dad, the problem now isn't my injury, it's whether we even have a chance to leave!"

"Will the general and the others really allow us to leave?"

"I don't know, but there's a tea party tonight, right? I'll ask around there and also try to gauge the general's true attitude towards us."

Johnny rubbed his son's head and said with a serious expression.

"Even if things don't go smoothly at the tea party, I'll temporarily join their exploration tomorrow. If all else fails, we'll think of another way."

At this point, Johnny pointed to the street outside the window.

"Moreover, their community is relatively loosely organized and the population is not large. I guess they still don't have thirty people, and there are far more women than men."

"With this personnel structure, they simply cannot monitor us 24 hours a day; that would take up too much of their members' energy."

"So even if they don't allow it, we have many ways to leave, but—you should understand, my son, the ropes they use to tie us up aren't necessarily for imprisonment or surveillance."

"Those two women are our real trap!"

"That's right!"

Upon hearing his father say this, Anglu nodded vigorously and continued his father's words.

"Although we've only just met them, but—damn it, if running away would subject them to some inhumane punishment, then—at least I can't do that to Lilith!"

"By the way, Lilith is—you know, I'm not being controlled by those below, it's just—I'm a normal person, Dad. Even if we have reasons to leave, we shouldn't involve them. They're innocent."

At this point, Anglu couldn't help but sit up and glance in the direction of the kitchen.

Whether by coincidence or fate, Lilith happened to turn her head in the kitchen and inadvertently glanced at Anglu.

When their eyes met, Anglu blushed slightly, while Lilith raised an eyebrow.

Noticing Anglu's appearance, Johnny pursed his lips and gently nudged his son's shoulder.

"Don't think too much about it. I'll figure everything out. By tomorrow at the latest, I'll explain our departure to the general and try my best to get their permission."

"Of course, if they don't allow it—"

"Let me think, there must be a way, I believe I will find a way!"

At this point, Johnny and Anglu exchanged a glance, then nodded emphatically.

Meanwhile, 1,460 kilometers away in a straight line, in the gym at Gavin Manor, they were making eye contact.

Gavin, shirtless, clapped his hands and encouraged Eugene, who was training like crazy.

Eugene was in a sprinting stance, his hands hanging down, looking up at the huge sandbag standing upright in front of him.

Gavin clapped his hands loudly and yelled at him.

"Come on, boy, get your act together! Stop with the sissy stuff, charge, ram it, flip it over, make it fly!"

OK!

"Tighten your thighs, tighten your lumbar spine, exert all your strength, explode forth like a snake demon!"

"OK!"

"Come on, get ready, explode! Eugene, explode!"

"Aaaaaah!"

In an instant, Eugene launched himself forward and landed headfirst on the huge sandbag.

He used the power of his shoulders and chest to smash the 35-kilogram sandbag away!

boom!

The sandbag fell to the ground, while Eugene continued to pant heavily, resuming his sprint-ready stance.

Gavin stood the sandbag up and continued yelling at Eugene!

This is Eugene's special training for Gavin, mainly focusing on explosiveness, impact, and a little bit of tackling.

Before this project, Eugene had already spent twenty minutes flipping tires and half an hour grabbing a sledgehammer.

By now, his physical strength was basically exhausted, and it would be difficult to push him to his limit unless Gavin scolded him a couple of times.

As for Eugene's reason for practicing this—

Well, to put it simply, he was knocked down by zombies far too many times.

Zombies are creatures that use explosive power that pushes the limits of human endurance to attack survivors.

It's like a normal person with their adrenaline pumping, ignoring their injuries and lunging at you, determined to kill you with their headbutt.

In this situation, it would be difficult for Eugene to maintain the same level of physical strength at all times, and his physique would inevitably put him at a disadvantage in terms of physical confrontation.

Therefore, he really needs to do some specialized training, mainly training his muscle explosiveness, just for that one moment of life!

Gavin was very supportive of this; he didn't even play games, but came over to train with Eugene.

After the two practiced for another ten minutes or so, Bella walked in from outside the gym and called out to Gavin from a distance.

"Boss, dinner's ready. Feng cooked you pig's trotters, supposedly something like—Lu pig's trotters. He said you'll definitely like them!"

"Ah, braised pig's trotters, I really like this."

Hearing Bella's words, Gavin put down the sandbag and patted Eugene on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's take a shower and then eat."

"OK, phew—it's been a long time since I've trained like this. The last time I trained this hard was when I was in the army."

Eugene agreed, and then took a shower with Gavin.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, there was indeed braised pig's trotters waiting for Gavin. As Gavin, unusually, picked up a pig's trotter and began to eat it, ZT spoke to Gavin at the next table.

"Boss, what are your plans for tonight? Would you like to come to the radio studio and sing a song? Tonight's music program is in the evening, and Mrs. Daniel and Susan will be participating. It's been a long time since you chatted with our listeners."

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin chewed on a pig's trotter and then nodded decisively.

"Alright, it's been raining all day. I practiced all afternoon, so I won't train tonight. I'll just sit in the broadcasting room for a while."

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"I don't know how many people will hear my voice, but I hope our broadcasts can at least help some people."

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