Doomsday America.

Chapter 295 Things are getting bigger and bigger...

A short while later, Eugene and Martin strolled into the hall from outside. Eugene, as usual, had a large cigar dangling from his mouth, while Martin, looking slightly tired, rubbed his dark circles under his eyes. For the past few days, Martin had been relentlessly pursuing the location of the unknown helicopter they had encountered, frantically searching for news of the unknown camp near Camp Gavin. However, although Martin had initially assured them that he would find news of the camp within a week at most...

A week has long passed, and Martin still hasn't found anything...

This is normal, at least in Gavin's view. After all, what Martin discovered wasn't actual traces on the ground, but merely clues that a helicopter had been in the air for a few minutes. A helicopter flying in the sky wouldn't leave a visible line for reconnaissance.

Martin couldn't even find a single footprint; all the tracking relied on his intuition about direction. How could he possibly find the target so easily? However, although Gavin thought this way, it didn't mean he had to reject Martin's suggestion in the first place.

Martin had clearly reached a dead end, displaying a stubborn determination to not give up until he hit a brick wall. If Gavin had stopped Martin from conducting his investigation back then, Martin would not only have been resentful, but he would also have been unable to concentrate on his daily exploration activities.

In short, Martin himself remembered the boast he had made to Gavin, so much so that when he arrived in front of Gavin, his tired face still carried a hint of helplessness and frustration. The two sat down on the sofa near Gavin, and Eugene took the cigar from his mouth and began to ask Gavin...

"Boss, what happened that you called us over? It's not just Martin and me, you even called Edward. Do we have some new big field operation this afternoon?" Gavin looked intently at Eugene's cigar as he listened to Eugene's question.

Then, Gavin turned to Martin and asked softly:

"Martin, have you been smoking marijuana lately?"

"What?"

Martin was slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in topic, then quickly shook his head and said awkwardly to Gavin.

"I'd love to try some marijuana. When that lone wolf Philip first came to the camp, he tried to sell me his 'magic gadgets,' and I went to great lengths to avoid him." "As for now, I haven't smoked that stuff in a while."

"Boss, you don't suspect I've started smoking freckles again, do you?"

"No, absolutely not. If I had smoked pockmarks, how could I be so listless like this? Don't you think so?"

As Martin said this, he shook his head and yawned while lying on the sofa.

Gavin gave him a deep look, then moved on from the topic and chatted with Eugene about random things.

What Martin says himself doesn't count. Hopefully, when the poisoners arrive at the camp, they won't reveal your name, Martin. About five or six more minutes passed.

As Edward returned to the manor from the farmland, all the remaining men who had been implicated in the marijuana incident came into the hall one by one. Edward entered the hall and saw a large group of people standing in front of Gavin, their heads bowed in apprehension.

So he curiously pursed his lips, stood at the back of the crowd, and spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, what the hell is going on here? Am I supposed to stand up and talk too?"

"Hey, sit down first. Hopefully, you won't run into a situation where you need to stand up again."

Gavin beckoned Edward to sit down next to Eugene and Martin.

Then, Gavin raised his hand and tapped his right leg lightly with his fingers, while speaking to the large group of men standing there.

"Everyone I need is here. So first, Eugene, Martin, Edward, and William, you four, get your guns out!" *Swish!*

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, Eugene drew his pistol from his waist, twirled it in his hand with a flourish, and then pointed it at the men standing there. Eugene laughed loudly as he casually glanced at their thighs.

"Haha, this is exciting! I knew something big was going to happen if they called us here!"

"Let me guess what's going on. Is it that these damned bastards are forming a clique behind your back, plotting to steal your position, boss?" "I've had my eye on that old bastard Baron for ages. Who does he think he is, daring to use the title of Baron? Even you, boss, aren't some nobleman, yet he acts all high and mighty." "My revolver is itching for a shot, hahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene stood up with a wicked grin, raised his gun, and began to circle around the Baron and his dozen or so men.

His gun lingered on each of the men for a moment.

At the same time, Martin swiftly drew his gun and stood up, while William also drew his gun without hesitation and pointed it at the ground.

As for Edward, he remained seated on the sofa, but had drawn his pistol and placed it on his lap, asking Gavin:

"Boss, what's wrong with them? This is the first time I've seen you use a gun in the camp. What happened?"

"It's nothing, just something related to marijuana."

Gavin waved to Edward, then turned to Lucien in the standing crowd and asked.

"Lucian, you tell me first. In the recent field operations, what did you lead your exploration team to discover, but you didn't report it to me or share it with me? What have you been hiding?" At this point, Gavin stood up himself, strode over to Lucian, and stared at him expressionlessly.

Faced with Gavin's question, Lucien swallowed hard, then nodded and shook his head hastily, saying, "I... cough cough, boss, you already know, so what else do I need to say? I... I've been hoarding some marijuana, cough..." Knowing he was in trouble, Lucien quickly followed up with Gavin's statement.

"I admit I was wrong, boss. I did break the camp rules, but I didn't give marijuana to so many people. There are over a dozen here. Are you kidding me!" "After I found the marijuana, I only shared it with my squad. Who knows who they gave it to when they got back? Those damn bastards." "Besides... cough cough, there's no need to resort to knives and guns for this. We've fought together before, boss. Can you spare my life for that reason?" Lucien winked at Gavin with a bitter face, hoping Gavin would give him some face.

Unfortunately, Gavin was a man who cared a lot about his image; he didn't even have enough face for himself, so how could he possibly share any with Lucien?

Gavin glared coldly at Lucien for a moment, then turned to the two members of Lucien's exploration team, the two who had been interrogated by William, and asked, "Orol, Nanders, the guys standing here right now are all the people you two shared marijuana with, right?" "Yes, yes, yes!" Orol nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, boss!" Nanders said with certainty.

At this point, the group of standing guys completely gave up!

When Lucien talked about marijuana, they hadn't given up yet, because they hadn't gotten their marijuana from Lucien.

But once Orol and the other man said that, wouldn't all the guys who got their goods from them collapse?

As for Gavin, after hearing their words, he was slightly taken aback at first, then swallowed hard, helplessly took off his hat, and rubbed his hair. "Damn it!"

Gavin said unhappily.

"I just realized something: the names you two bastards gave out are just those of the guys who personally distributed marijuana. But the marijuana in the camp is still rampant because all of you could potentially continue spreading it!"

"Mazefakl!!!"

Nearby, Eugene cursed loudly, then swiftly raised the pistol handle and slammed it heavily into Lucien's face!

Boom!

"Shit!"

As Lucien was knocked to the ground and cried out in pain, Eugene kicked him hard and cursed.

"So it was you, Lucien! You fucking let marijuana run rampant in the camp!"

"What the hell do you want to do, you bastard? I've been training you guys like the US military all day, and you actually want to turn our army into a drug-ridden mess? I wish I could kill you!"

As he spoke, Eugene struck Lucien twice more, while Lucien cursed and dodged and defended himself.

After letting Eugene beat Lucien for a while, Gavin looked up at the second-floor corridor and the men gradually gathering outside the manor gate. Gavin didn't discuss these things in private, so the men in the camp all knew what had happened.

So, looking at William and his men who were armed and on guard, and then at the group of men standing in the hall, gasps of breath came from the second-floor corridor and the men outside. Many of them couldn't help but lower their heads and take deep breaths nervously.

Gavin pursed his lips unhappily as he looked at his fellow guys, who were in all sorts of different states, and then waved to Eugene.

"Eugene, stop."

"He got off easy!"

Eugene grumbled as he got up from Lucien, then returned to Gavin's side and gently moved the bolt of the revolver.

The crisp click sound made the men involuntarily show expressions of fear. Gavin, while keeping an eye on each man out of the corner of his eye, put his right hand on his hip, fiddled with the handle of his revolver with his little finger, and said to the men.

"You guys are lucky. I'm really angry, but this damn marijuana outbreak has affected...so many people!" "I really want to kill you all. Damn it, from the beginning of the apocalypse until now, I haven't asked you for anything, just these few rules, and you've still trampled on them like they're nothing!"

"But there's nothing I can do. We're short-handed. If it were just a few people spreading marijuana, I could kill them, but a dozen or so... well, well, according to my rules, you'll all go hungry for a while!"

"Luckily, there were only a dozen or so of you. Otherwise, if there had been dozens of you, I wouldn't have been able to punish you. After all, such a number could even affect the normal operation of the camp, and that would have been a huge problem!"

At this point, Gavin let out a frustrated sigh, then sat back down on his sofa, crossed his legs, and started drinking his coffee.

While he was drinking coffee, one of the dozen or so men with guns pointed at him, a guy from the Granite Beach camp, couldn't help but speak up.

"Wait, boss, it wasn't just us. I... I also gave marijuana to two other people, but they're not here!"

"Fuck..."

"It's over...

Snapped!

The last slap was the Baron slapping his forehead.

As for Gavin, he couldn't help but laugh in exasperation at what the guy was saying.

As expected of those foolish American scoundrels, someone actually fell for his obvious rhetoric!

Originally, Gavin wanted to explain the situation to get the guys present to reveal more people.

But before he could use any more of his rhetoric, before he had even cast a straight line and baited it, the damned scoundrel had already confessed! So Gavin looked at the guy who had spoken and said softly.

"Really? Not everyone standing here? Then tell me who you know. After you've told me, you won't go hungry; you'll just have to go help Horst clean up the camp!" "Okay, I'll tell you right away, boss. I also gave the marijuana to Adriana and Nancy!"

"It's all over..."

As the man spoke, Adriana, amidst the crowd watching the scene, cursed in frustration, while Nancy stared blankly at the ceiling from the second floor. Gavin, incredulously, turned to look at the second floor, his gaze lingering on Nancy, before bursting into a tirade.

"What the hell is this about, Nancy? You're a fucking asthma patient, you fucking...you...fuck!"

After letting out a loud curse, Gavin finally got really angry!

Before this, Gavin was angry, but more than that, he felt disappointed in Gavin.

But at this moment, Gavin really got angry, because Nancy was one of the camp's worst off, a severe asthma sufferer who not only had to take medication but also couldn't do much work; the camp was basically supporting her! And yet even such a sickly person had gotten involved in this group marijuana use incident!

Does she want to die?!

She deserves to die!!!

As for Adriana...

That damned woman, she truly lives up to her reputation as a bastard who always walks on the edge of morality!

Thinking of this, Gavin roared in anger.

"Everyone involved in this marijuana incident, you fucking...get to the middle of the crowd!"

"As for you..."

Gavin raised his hand, drew his pistol, and pointed it at the dozen or so people standing in front of him.

"Anyone among you who implicates others will receive lenient treatment. They can help Horst with cleaning or do the most arduous construction work in the camp." "Those who confess themselves will also receive lenient treatment. Otherwise, anyone whose name was mentioned by someone else will be sent to the basement. This time, I'd rather abandon most of the project's progress than not imprison you for at least a month, at least!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin slammed his right hand heavily into the air.

At this moment, he really wanted to kill a few people, those damned poisoners and scoundrels!

As Gavin finished speaking, Adriana remained silent for a moment, then strode into the hall and joined the crowd awaiting punishment, lowering her head to avoid Gavin's furious eyes. And Nancy…

She swallowed hard, her saliva trembling, and followed Adriana with small steps, nearly falling over as she passed Gavin. Meanwhile, among the onlookers in the second-floor corridor and outside the hall...

Many people couldn't help but look at each other, and then one by one they stepped out of the crowd and silently walked into the group waiting for punishment.

First came the two girls from Cedar Camp, then Anthony from the National Guard, followed by Manus the blacksmith, and then Aaron Danvers, who had always wanted to go to Houston. And this was just the beginning. Next, Greta, the girl with blue hair who had been rescued from the Dallas hotel with Wang Ling and Anna, also came out. Angelo, the cook from Ranch 6666, followed her out.

After a total of twenty-seven men had been waiting for punishment in the hall, the rate of increase finally slowed down, until even the damn astronaut Charlie emerged from the crowd! Upon seeing Charlie, Gavin nearly broke down, asking Charlie incredulously.

"Wait, Charlie, you took it too? But you've only just gotten back to the surface!"

Faced with Gavin's questioning, Charlie felt wronged and simply spread his hands in response.

"I don't know either, Gavin. Someone gave me two marijuana sticks last night. I thought it was some kind of newbie perk for our camp..."