Doomsday America.

Chapter 304 The Little Sniper

"Haha, damn it, boss, I see them!"

In the driver's seat, Eugene floored the accelerator and excitedly shouted to Gavin.

Gavin, sitting calmly in the passenger seat, nodded.

He had a clear understanding of the situation ahead; things hadn't escalated to his dislike yet. The unknown survivor convoy hadn't attacked the watchtowers or farmland. This meant that when the convoy came into the armored vehicle's line of sight, whatever he wanted to do, it would still be in time! Because as soon as gunfire rang out, Gavin would grab the damn RPG from Steve in the back seat!

Bomb the hell out of here!

And so, the two civilian armored vehicles roared through the air, kicking up huge clouds of dust, and charged straight at the two seemingly trembling cars! "Boss!"

After the dust settled and the armored vehicle doors opened, the dust settled.

Barn and Love, who were hiding in the watchtower, also stood up, holding their guns and waving at Gavin repeatedly.

Gavin opened the car door, dangled his right leg off the seat, and sat in the passenger seat, silently gazing at the two cars.

The pickup truck's front and side windows were covered by sheet metal, making it difficult for Gavin to see clearly. However, he could make out the face of the surprised little girl in the back seat. Because it was a Western woman's face, her exact age was impossible to determine; he could only guess she was anywhere from thirteen to twenty-three.

But even if that face is relatively young, Gavin now wouldn't make what he thought were accurate judgments about their future actions based solely on a face's age and expression, as he did in the early days of the apocalypse! Because the faces of the weak can only evoke pity in times of peace.

In chaotic times, the face of a weakling who suddenly appears before you, even if it seems fragile and easily broken, may conceal immense danger. After all, Gavin knew all too well that since that face had already emerged from the chaos of war...

There must be a reason behind that!

While Gavin was calmly observing and thinking, the other guys on the bus had already rushed off the bus in a swarm.

Eugene, the most impatient of them all, rushed out of the car, grabbed his rifle, and fired a dozen or so shots into the air.

Rat-a-tat-tat!!!

Like gunfire erupting from a tractor, Eugene, rifle in hand, strode to the lead pickup truck and slammed the butt of his rifle against its metal-covered window. "Fuck you! Get out of there! Get the fuck out now, now!!!"

The extreme foul language brought him extreme enjoyment. Eugene cursed as he peered through the metal slit to observe the driver and navigator. Once he confirmed the occupants were alright, Eugene relaxed and smashed the window again with the butt of his rifle!

As Eugene frantically smashed the car, Old Feng had already aimed his pistol at the figure in the back seat. Simultaneously, he freed one hand to open the back door and silently spoke into the muzzle of his pistol to the girl sitting in the back: "Come out. Put the sniper rifle aside. Don't give me a reason to shoot, you damn brat~"

Having been at the camp for so long, Lao Feng has stirred up a small wave of Chinese language learning and even taught many people how to swear in Chinese.

But he himself has inevitably picked up the characteristics of a typical American, and occasionally he'll use "fuck fuck" in his speech.

Faced with Lao Feng's urging, the woman in the back seat nervously raised her hands, letting the AWM hit her legs. Then, without hesitation, she jumped off the car, letting the AWM land directly on the ground. She then knelt down on the grass with her hands behind her head.

"I surrender! Don't shoot! I surrender!"

The girl spoke quickly, and as she surrendered, Edward and his men captured the Lexus behind her.

The half-red-haired man with red and black hair was currently having his little fingers bound by a cable tie Edward carried, his hands also locked behind his back. Edward was much more ruthless than Old Feng; after subduing the half-red-haired man, he threw him to the ground and stepped on the back of his neck. Without even asking what the half-red-haired man wanted, Edward simply waved to his men, watching them throw the others to the ground and restrain them as well. While Edward was dealing with the second car, Steve, standing next to Eugene, approached the front door of the pickup truck, pulled it open, and began to berate him. "Fuck you, you bastard, why didn't you open the door? Why the hell didn't you open the door and get out? Did you expect me to wait for you?!" "Wait, I didn't! I was just surrendering! I was surrendering!"

Faced with Steve's curses, the driver felt extremely aggrieved. Ever since the armored vehicles stopped, he had instinctively raised his hands; he didn't dare touch the car door at all! Who the hell isn't afraid of death!

Unfortunately, Steve wouldn't listen to him. Suddenly, Steve raised the butt of his gun and smashed it into the driver's face!

Boom!

After a loud bang, the driver felt like his teeth were about to break.

Before he could even cry out in pain, Steve had already grabbed his medium-length hair and dragged him awkwardly off the car seat. "Mazefuck, who aimed a sniper rifle at our farmers? Who was it? Where's your sniper rifle? Where the hell is your gun?! Who gave you the courage? Was it Clinton? Fuck you, who aimed at our men? Speak up!!!"

Steve kept cursing and kicking, kicking the driver until he spun all over the ground.

Steve's concern is understandable; in a world where everyone has a gun, danger can appear from anywhere. Even before danger strikes, farmers tilling their fields could suffer losses from a single bullet! And aiming at someone like that, in the world of gunfights, is the signal to start a war!

Don't fucking tell me you were using a sniper scope as a telescope. That might be a valid reason, but it's absolutely not an excuse to let your own people get targeted by others! If there hadn't been no gunfire from beginning to end, then the moment the camp's men were targeted, every guy aiming at his own men should have died! This is the most realistic attitude towards the outside world in the apocalypse: no compromise, no tolerance. Once gunfire erupts, someone must pay the price! As for this group of people now!

Seeing the driver huddled on the ground, the experienced headshot victim cowering in fear, Steve kicked him hard in the ribs before turning to his men and ordering, "Search!"

"Uh, Captain Steve, it seems we don't need to search anymore, AM's over there!"

As soon as Steve finished speaking, Diana kicked some grass at the girl kneeling on the ground.

After a brief observation, Steve continued to give commands.

"Unload all the weapons from the vehicle and check them thoroughly. As for the girl, Jonathan!"

"I'm here, Captain!"

Jonathan leaped forward, slapped the brim of his cowboy hat from bottom to top, and then whistled loudly. Immediately afterward, two ferocious dogs rushed out of the armored vehicle he was in and charged directly at the girl.

"Ahhh, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! I aimed, but I didn't mean to shoot! I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I'll do anything, ahhhhh!!!" The girl screamed as the vicious dog pounced on her, but the dog only held her neck with its teeth and didn't bite her.

Warm saliva flowed down the vicious dog's teeth and onto his neck, while his vision was blocked by the dog's body.

The girl was so scared she peed herself.

She didn't want to die in a dog's mouth!

Even dying under the ultimate humiliation is better than dying in the mouth of a dog!

Amidst the menacing hisses of the dogs, Diana stepped past the disheveled girl and crawled into the back seat to inspect the vehicle.

Two full minutes passed before the unprofessional Diana finally got out of the car and shouted towards the row of survivors kneeling in front of her. "Boss, they didn't have many bombs in the car, just a dozen or so grenades, mostly stun grenades, like the kind the police use." "Besides that, they only had one sniper rifle, which was definitely used by that girl."

Hearing Diana's words, Jonathan grinned, then kicked the girl in the stomach, sending her curling up in pain while clutching her belly. Only then did Gavin finally sigh, extending his right leg, which had been dangling for so long, from the passenger seat and placing it on the soft grass. *Swish...swish...*

The sound of boots crunching over the grass echoed in the minds of the convoy members, and the pickup truck driver involuntarily looked up at Gavin.

"Holy crap! Gavin?! Holy crap?!?!"

At this moment, the driver finally let out an incredulous scream!

And Gavin?

Hearing the driver's undisguised curiosity, he chuckled softly, then knelt down in front of the driver. Looking at the driver's terrified expression, he spoke softly, "Really? This is the first time you've realized I'm still living in this wasteland?"

"You flatter me. I always thought I was pretty well-known even in the wasteland. I really thought you knew about me, which is why you came to my camp to provoke me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have aimed your sniper rifles at my men the moment you saw them!"

"But now it seems that you were unaware of my existence before this?"

"If that's the case, then you might not actually be engaging in malicious provocation, but rather... an ignorant test!"

At this point, Gavin gently patted the driver's elbow, which had been raised due to the head injury.

"Alright, stop covering your head, put your hands down and stand up."

"Guys, let them get up. Just do me a favor. After all, your boss likes every fan who knows his name equally, haha~" "Hahaha~"

"Boss, you're still as funny as ever!"

"Haha, boss is awesome!"

"Awesome!"

Amid cheers from their crew, they released their control over the unknown survivors.

In reality, this kind of control was already meaningless, since these survivors had already been searched for weapons. The reason they were still made to kneel was just to intimidate them. And those survivors, upon hearing Gavin's name, all looked at Gavin in shock.

Only a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties knelt next to the half-haired man and asked in a daze.

"Gavin? Who's Gavin? Which Gavin? Good heavens! Is he the guy who plays basketball? Isn't he Black?"

brush!

As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, her teammates quickly moved away from her.

Gavin chuckled, then strode briskly over to the middle-aged woman, flicked the brim of his cowboy hat with a smile, and asked, "Lift your head up and look at me, my friend. See if I'm more handsome than that basketball player you were talking about!"

"Huh?"

The middle-aged woman looked at Gavin, swallowing hard.

Gavin skipped over that topic and went to the young girl whose pants were still damp and whose face showed signs of crying. The girl looked up at Gavin, her expression a mixture of shock and grievance, but she didn't say anything.

The apocalypse lasted for two months, and the land beneath it was no longer a paradise, but a wasteland.

Having personally experienced more than one life-or-death crisis, even a young girl like herself had already learned a lesson about the wasteland. That is, in the wasteland… the only sound a person can make is a gunshot; if you can't fire, then shut up!

Looking at the girl, Gavin was silent for a moment, then chuckled and raised his right hand to ruffle her messy, dirty hair, saying softly, "Don't feel wronged, because you pointed a gun at my men. They are my buddies, my friends, a part of my life and my camp. If you were also my men, then when others point a gun at you, their situation might be even worse than yours."

"After all, I don't like any of my people having a gun pointed at them, and I will repay them with my determination, inflicting pain and despair!" With that, Gavin gently took off his denim jacket, then, to the girl's astonishment, knelt down and wrapped the sleeves around her waist, tying them around her waist. This group only had one sniper rifle, but this gun was entrusted to the seemingly most naive little girl by these survivors.

What does this prove?

This only proves that the little girl was indeed recognized by the other survivors to use the big gun.

Considering how young this girl is, I might just find a potential sharpshooter today.

After all, sniper rifles are not something that just anyone can use.

Even if every soldier in the army trains hard, not everyone is qualified to become a sniper. A sniper's shooting is more based on intuition and talent. That kind of on-the-spot judgment of the firing line cannot be taught by training alone.

Even though Eugene trained the guys for a long time, no one in Camp Gavin dared to say they could handle a sniper rifle.

Even now, only Eugene, Edward, and a handful of others carry Gavin's sniper rifles as their primary weapons. And the girl in front of Gavin…

Listening to Gavin's words and feeling his actions, the girl's reaction was calm.

She first took an awkward breath, then couldn't help but raise her head with a wronged expression, looking up at the azure sky above.

There was no exaggerated second crying scene, nor any foolish scene of throwing oneself into someone's arms.

The girl just felt that the beating she had just received hurt a lot.

And what if I became Gavin's buddy, so I could just watch the other guys who messed with me get what's coming to me?

As the girl looked up in thought, Gavin tied his sleeve around her lower back, then gently ruffled her not-so-clean hair and asked, "What's your name, buddy?"

"Agatha, sir, my name is Agatha!"

Agatha lowered her head, gritting her teeth as she looked at Gavin.

Gavin nodded and patted her head in response.

"Okay, Agatha, go get your sniper rifle. I don't think any sniper likes being without their gun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin nudged the girl's shoulder, then moved away from her and went to the pickup truck driver.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to the driver.

The driver swallowed hard as he took the tobacco, while Gavin pulled out a lighter, lit it, and handed the flame to the driver.

The driver hesitated for a moment, lowered his head to light a cigarette, and then spoke to Gavin.

"Boss Gavin, I'm... I'm Rudy, that's my wife Joey, and that's Agatha, our little sniper, you already know her." "As for them, they're my friends, friends I met after the apocalypse, we... we make a living together."

"We really didn't mean to attack you. It was the first time we'd ever seen people farming in a post-apocalyptic world, so we were just curious and couldn't help but take a look." "We're so sorry, so very sorry, but please believe me, this was absolutely not a provocation, absolutely not!"

"I will do anything to make amends for what we've done, I just beg you to spare our lives!"

"Please!"