Doomsday America.

Chapter 242 A Failed Attempt

Chapter 242 A fruitless return (5k)

"Why wouldn't I dare? I believe I'll try at least once, and I don't think I'll fail."

When Edward asked him a question, Gavin nodded nonchalantly, glancing casually at the window on his left.

In his field of vision, about four hundred meters away, a resort with about eighty households was clustered among the mountains and forests.

Around the buildings in those villages, a dozen or so zombies were leisurely strolling.

When they weren't chasing the living, the zombies moved slowly and didn't look so distorted; they really did resemble elderly people taking a walk on the grass.

Noticing the direction Gavin was looking, Edward turned his head, grinned, and said.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll ensure training safety. At the very least, I won't throw a bull shark into the waters where we'll be training in the future."

"By the way, what are you looking at? Are you worried about that village over there?"

"No."

Gavin shook his head.

"I'm not worried. It's at least 450 meters from the resort. That's not far enough for the zombies to hear the engine."

"I just—heh, I'm finally starting to get used to this shitty apocalypse, because I actually see a sense of peace in the zombies."

"A sense of peace?"

Upon hearing this, Eugene shook his head, dispelling the shadow of diving training from his mind, and then spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, are you out of your mind? How can that thing give you a sense of peace?"

"There's a bit of that, Redhead!"

In the passenger seat, Edward picked up his drink, took a sip, and then said thoughtfully.

"I think I understand what the boss means, haha. Although we were afraid of zombies at first, after all, they are agile, move in large groups, and are fearless of death."

"But now, damn it, at least I've realized one thing: dying in the mouth of a zombie isn't any more terrifying than any other way of dying!"

"Even if the zombie apocalypse doesn't happen, we will still die eventually, either from disease or from the pain of dying in a hospital bed."

"Or they might die in a car accident, perhaps killed instantly, or severely injured and writhing in pain for a long time before finally passing away."

"As for you and me, Eugene, death is a constant companion on the battlefield."

"My comrade had his lung punctured and was suffering from the pain of suffocation, nerve pain, and the fear of death."

"That kind of death is too unsettling and painful."

"But zombies—damn it, people who die in a zombie's mouth only suffer for a few seconds, or maybe a dozen seconds!"

"Moreover, compared to other ways of dying, especially compared to bullets and shells flying randomly on the battlefield, zombies are at least more direct, and they will attack us from a closer distance."

"At least from this perspective, dying from a zombie is actually quite peaceful, haha~"

At this point, Edward finished his drink, then opened the window and threw the bottle onto the grass on either side of the road.

Looking at the overturned beverage bottle in the sunlight, Philip coughed softly and chuckled from the back seat.

"Hey Edward, don't blame me for interrupting your nonsense, after we pass that resort we'll be close to Granite Beach."

"At the next intersection, we take the left road toward the forest and granite beach attractions. After crossing the granite beach, we turn left again and merge into the local resort forest, which is Lucien's base, with a dozen or so tents inside."

At this point, Philip couldn't help but rub his face again.

Lucien, you bastard, you really hurt me back then.

However, upon closer reflection, Philip realized that Gavin's words made sense. Lucien had actually let him leave safely, so he wasn't completely evil, was he?

Gavin, listening to Philip's words, nodded and patted the gun.

"Got it, guys. Get ready to contact the Granite Beach survivor camp."

"Eugene, don't drive too fast, keep your eyes peeled, they might have sentries or traps on the road."

"After we meet with Lucien's group later, Philip, why don't you show your face first to express goodwill, and then let me talk to Lucien?"

"How are you feeling? Any pressure?"

At this point, Gavin turned to look at Philip.

Upon hearing this, Philip smiled easily and shrugged.

"What pressure could I possibly feel? What if that bastard elbows me again? He let me off the hook once, so it shouldn't be a problem this time either."

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"Hopefully, but you also need to be careful. Try to stay in the back of the armored car when communicating with Lucien, understand?"

Gavin gave a reminder, and Philip nodded. And so, about the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes passed.

Eugene drove his battle shield towards a barbed wire fence, beyond which lay a forest and a cluster of small tents.

As the battle shields approached, several figures began to move within the cluster of tents.

After the shield stopped, two men, accompanied by a woman, carrying weapons, slowly walked towards the vehicle from the direction of the tent cluster.

They set up a makeshift trench at the entrance of the camp, with piles of things like cement bags around it, and the three of them were squatting behind the cement bags.

One of the men leaned out halfway, aiming his weapon at the shield while shouting at it from a distance of more than twenty meters.

"Lucian! Is that you?! Have you found a better car?"

"Ha, boss, that's Chandson, Lucien's brother!"

Inside the shielded vehicle, Philip said something to Gavin, then reached for the handle.

As he pushed open the door, he continued speaking to Gavin.

"I guess Lucien has probably led a team out to explore. That's how it is in their camp; under Lucien's influence, they're particularly enthusiastic about all kinds of adventures."

"After Lucien left, Chandson took over the camp. That guy's a drunkard, but he just likes to drink; he's not really drunk. Let me talk to them!"

At this point, Philip pushed the door open completely, stepped onto the ground, and shouted to Chandson from a distance.

"Chanderson, you bastard, look who I am! Haha, I'm fucking back!"

"Oh my god! Philip? You reckless lone wolf, you're still alive!"

Chandson immediately shouted to Philip, then strode out of the bunker and fearlessly approached the shield.

Noticing this, Gavin nodded thoughtfully. Chandson's attitude toward Philip was even more unguarded than that toward him at Camp Margaret.

Gavin could vaguely discern Lucien's style and that of his entire camp from Chandson's demeanor.

There's probably very little scheming or petty scheming here; it's truly a gathering place for a bunch of brutes.

Meanwhile, in the driver's seat, Eugene lit a cigarette and said with a smile as he smoked.

"Boss, did you hear that? They also call Philip the Lone Ranger, haha~"

"That's right, that guy isn't a lone wolf. Let's get out of the car, but we still need to watch out for his gun!"

After giving a reminder, Gavin patted Eugene on the back of his chair.

In the passenger seat, Edward spoke quickly and quietly.

"Boss, there shouldn't be any snipers in the surrounding forest. At least I haven't found any possible sniper hideouts. And there's no sign of anyone else in the enemy camp. It seems like there are only three of them there, but all three of them came out to greet us?"

At this point, Edward was genuinely suspicious, and he asked incredulously.

"Didn't they leave any hidden tricks at all?"

"Don't overthink it, SEAL Team Six. 'Idiots beat elites,' ever heard that saying?"

Eugene laughed and patted Edward's arm, then picked up his weapon and placed his hand on the doorknob.

Meanwhile, Philip also talked to Chandson about Gavin's arrival, and Chandson indeed shouted Gavin's name!

Seeing this, Gavin opened the car door and said.

"Let's go. I'll keep an eye on the three of them. Edward, watch the camp ahead. Eugene, watch the road behind. If anything unexpected happens, we must fire first."

"receive."

"6

over.

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After the two responded quickly, all three car doors opened one after another.

The next moment, Gavin smiled and stepped out of the shadows, walking against the setting sun towards Chandson and his two companions, and said loudly.

"Hello, Chandson, my friend, I heard you calling my name from far away!"

"Oh my god, it really is Gavin! That bastard actually called me a friend! Lone Ranger, you weren't kidding me!"

Chandson immediately roared and then rushed toward Gavin.

Watching the burly, bearded man rush towards the leader, Edward narrowed his eyes slightly, the rifle in his arms subtly ready to fire at any moment.

Just as he was on guard, Chandson, his nose red, rushed up to Gavin and gave him a warm hug.

Chandson's clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for at least three days, and combined with the body odor from his fair skin and large pores, they were really unpleasant to smell.

Gavin responded warmly to Chandson's hug and patted Chandson on the back.

Boom!

After two loud thuds, Chandson laughed and let out a wail, then laughed.

"Ouch, Mazzefak, you're something else, quarterback! You almost broke my ribs! You've got a strong hand!"

"I still can't forget that Super Bowl two years ago, when that damn Cowboys owner replaced your team's running back, and the new running back couldn't get past the Jets at all, so you, the quarterback, had to personally drive the ball for a full 90 yards to turn the game around!"

"Damn it, my brother and I drank for over ten hours that night. We threw up our guts. You're a fucking hero, the god of rugby!"

"You—wait, what's pecking at my face? A crow? What? Two crows?!"

At that moment, Chandson, who was shouting out highlights of Gavin's past games, finally noticed the two crows on Gavin's shoulder.

For a moment, Chandson involuntarily took two steps back, then looked at Gavin in disbelief.

His gaze lingered particularly on Gavin's scarred eyes.

"Gulp!"

Chandson swallowed hard, then suddenly rolled up his sleeve, revealing his right arm.

Just as Edward was on high alert, Chandson pointed to the tattoo on his upper arm and said...

"Mazefak, who the hell are you? Look at my tattoos, look at my tattoos! Good heavens, am I drunk? Am I drunk?!"

As he spoke, Chandson flashed his tattoos and turned to ask the two people behind him a question.

The man and woman quickly shook their heads.

At the same time, Gavin's gaze fell on Chandson's tattoos, and he nodded in understanding.

Chandson got a tattoo of Odin, a god that is very common in realistic tattoos in Europe and America.

It's a tattoo of two crows surrounding a one-eyed old man!

As for himself, although he didn't have the big beard like the one in the tattoo, his crows and scars were enough to provoke the bastard who believed in Odin!

In an instant, Chandson's already ruddy skin turned even redder, and he nervously grabbed Gavin's arm, shouting enthusiastically to Gavin.

"Haha, I think I've seen the guidance of fate! Damn it, Odin himself came down and patted me on the back!"

"Come on in, Gavin! Come on in! I have some hamburgers and grilled meat here. They're not leftovers from lunch; they're what I prepared for dinner. Come and enjoy!"

"And beer, Jeep, hurry up and get the fucking beer, quick, quick, quick!"

At this point, Chandson simply kicked one of his underlings.

However, the younger brother didn't seem angry; instead, he went to get the items with a grin.

Gavin paid extra attention to Jeep's complexion and weight. The man looked well, indicating he hadn't been hungry, and he was also quite plump. The woman next to him also looked very good.

Aside from some dirt on their skin and clothes, the woman and her younger brother looked radiant, and the atmosphere at the camp was clearly good.

Gavin couldn't help but feel that the conflict between Lucien and Margaret was pretty much what he had predicted.

It's probably the logical gap between the upper class and the lower class, and the lingering sense of class antagonism from before the apocalypse that's at play.

Otherwise, based on what Margaret said about Lucien, Gavin would have thought he was a lecherous glutton who was obsessed with women and wanted to possess all the high school girls in Margaret's camp.

But in reality, the women in Lucien's camp didn't seem to be suffering any torture.

Although Chandson's attitude towards his underlings was not very polite, it could also be a case of them getting along well.

In short, after reaching the initial conclusion, Gavin reached out to his men and patted Chandson on the arm.

"Your camp even has hamburgers, that's really great, give me one."

"No problem, buddy, I'll go hungry, but you guys won't! Haha, my brother recently found two pretty big restaurants with tons of stock, all well-preserved frozen goods. We can't possibly finish all the food at home, it's practically rotting!"

Chandson immediately spoke to Gavin, but then realized that what he said was not quite right, so he quickly added an explanation.

"Wait, that's not what I meant. I meant that even if you don't eat, it'll be a waste. No, no, no, I meant I'm not treating you to food because it will be a waste. Damn it, I'm really bad at talking, haha!"

Amidst laughter, Chandson actually treated Gavin to two hamburgers and two bottles of beer.

Fortunately, Gavin and his group were all big eaters who expended a lot of energy, so even though they had just eaten lunch, having another meal around 3 p.m. was no problem.

However, after finishing the two hamburgers, Gavin also said goodbye to Chandson.

Chandson wasn't too happy about this; he genuinely wanted to host Gavin for the night.

However, he understood Gavin's desire to return to camp, just as he and his brother always longed to go home when they were exploring.

As for the invitation to Camp Lucien, Gavin had already mentioned it to Chandson, but Chandson did not express his opinion and instead pushed it to his brother.

"Garvin, I can't make the decision to go on this trip; it's my brother's decision. But I'll try to persuade him!"

"It's a pity he led his team out this morning and hasn't returned yet!"

"Why don't you stay here for the night? Just one night shouldn't be a big deal. You can have a good talk with my brother when he gets back!"

"My brother would absolutely adore you, haha, I promise!"

That's right, that's Chandson's exact words. This younger brother didn't want to take charge of his older brother's affairs while he was away.

Gavin didn't say much about it, since he would be back tomorrow anyway.

We can talk about it later.

Moreover, judging from Chandson's attitude towards him, Gavin felt that he still had a high probability of retaking the entire Lucien camp.

They have a really good attitude towards themselves, don't they?

So, filled with anticipation for a final meeting the next day, Gavin bid farewell to Chandson, left Granite Beach Camp, and headed back towards Marin City along the same route.

Not long after, at a caravan park on the outskirts of Marin.

As the sun began to set, Martin sat in the RV, lost in thought, and spoke to Nikita.

"lady!"

"Hmm? What's up?"

Nikita glanced at her watch, then looked at Martin.

Martin then spoke thoughtfully to Nikita.

"It's already 4:50. Even if we set off now, it will be at least 6:00 before we get back to camp. Are we going to wait for the boss and the others?"

"Could they have decided to set up camp outside, or have they already gone to the Cedar Park campsite and decided to stay there?"

With that, Martin waited quietly for Nikita's decision.

Nikita glanced around at the eyes of everyone present.

After circling around, Nikita pursed her lips, raised her watch, and smiled at everyone.

"Let's wait until 5:20. If they're not back by 5:20, then we'll head home first. We can't let them be in a situation where all the field crew members who were supposed to be there haven't returned yet; that would cause them extra anxiety."

"Besides, I believe the boss will come back, because he's the kind of person who likes to plan ahead, and in his plans today, he never told us that they might be stationed outside, did he?"

At this point, Nikita smiled and nodded, then pointed to Sean, who looked anxious in the distance, and laughed.

"Sean, are you nervous? You'll be seeing Gavin soon."

"Of course, you'll also meet another Sean with the same name as you; he's an excellent pilot!"

"ah----"

Hearing Nikita's words, Sean shrank back sheepishly.

Having witnessed the piles of corpses in the apocalypse, he spent the entire afternoon immersed in his vivid thoughts, unable to extricate himself.

He forced a smile and then said.

"I'm so excited, madam, I—well, actually I'm a little scared. What if we run into even more zombies on the way back, you know—those dead ones—yeah—"

Recalling the bodies he had dealt with all day, Sean gave a slight smile.

At the same time, Wang Ling suddenly raised her hand and spoke from the driver's seat of the RV.

"Look, there seem to be vehicle tracks in the distance. Could it be a battle shield? I can't see clearly!"

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