Doomsday America.

Chapter 324 Desert, Gobi

After urging his men to get going, Gavin clapped his hands loudly.

Even if they sit here and chat for an hour, what can they actually come up with?

None of them had ever been to Silver City in New Mexico, and they didn't even know the local climate. What could they possibly talk about?

Is this just empty talk?

Thinking of this, Gavin stood up and casually patted Edward, who was closest to him, on the shoulder.

"Edward, regarding the battle plan, let's observe the surrounding environment after we get closer to Silver City before making a decision."

"Now, guys, load all our machine guns, bullets, shells, mines, tripwires, and roadblocks into the truck bed!"

"We need to hurry, because our families are waiting for us to get back so we can have a party together!"

"Don't forget all that work you guys put into the no-speed lane; our no-speed race is still waiting to start, guys!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin strode out of the crowd, followed by his men like arrows, heading towards the rising sun outside the hall.

For the next forty minutes or so, the guys worked like busy ants, carrying countless items back to the truck.

There's nothing we can do about it; our boss is an extremely cautious guy, and that's just the team's style—they build guard posts wherever they go.

In other words, Gavin doesn't need to deal with too many humans. Otherwise, last night, he might have led his crew to dig a small trench near the hotel.

Watching the workers carrying the equipment, Gavin took out a map, sat alone in the passenger seat of the War Shield, opened the door, and checked the map in the sunlight.

Although the road ahead was flat and they were already on Highway 20, they didn't even need to know the way. They just needed to follow the highway signs until they reached the intersection with Highway 10.

Gavin still needed to check the road conditions repeatedly, since Highway 20 would pass through several major cities. Although it was a ring road and they could bypass the city, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't be blocked by zombies.

Moreover, on such a main road, Gavin's biggest concern wasn't the zombies, but the humans.

Because such a major highway running through the United States would naturally be the first choice for all survivors when migrating long distances.

Therefore, if certain groups want to maliciously recruit people, they only need to set up some roadblocks on such highways to obtain a stable and continuous human resource.

Honestly, Gavin was just glad he didn't encounter Johnny and his son Angle, who were stranded in Atlanta for over a week after a car accident caused by roadblocks.

Otherwise, they would definitely have a lot to talk about right now.

In short, this takes into account the issue of roadblocks.

Gavin approached Edward and discussed his assessment of the potential roadblocks on the highway with him.

Edward's solution to this problem was simple and brutal.

What roadblock?

Armored vehicles can handle at least 50% of various roadblocks simply by stepping on the accelerator.

As for landmines, don't be ridiculous. With today's industrial capabilities, what kind of person could dig a hole and bury a landmine on a national highway, and then cover the hole so well that no one could see the trace?

Even if ordinary people managed to smear asphalt on Highway 20, the resulting patchy color would make it easily identifiable. In short, unless there are powerful tanks or mines blocking the road, the strength of civilian armored vehicles is more than enough to withstand most basic roadblocks; there's no need to worry.

And so, after much communication...

At approximately 9:20, Gavin and his group bid farewell to the Longhorn Motel and sped towards the Mexican border.

This time, their speed was much faster than yesterday.

Yesterday, their car could only travel at a speed of about 80 or 90 kilometers per hour at its fastest.

Today, their convoy was traveling at speeds of over 140 kilometers per hour, even at its slowest.

Driving on the highway is supposed to be a boring job, and after staring at the road for a while, Gavin's guys fell asleep without a care in the world.

Only a few people remained, still full of energy, observing everything.

Even Gavin couldn't resist taking a short nap two hours into the journey.

Around noon, Madison led the convoy to gradually slow down and stop the cars in the middle of the highway.

Gavin was a light sleeper. As soon as the car stopped, he instinctively opened his eyes and placed his right hand on his revolver. *Snap!*

After a sharp crack, Old Mike looked warily toward the source of the sound. Then, after confirming that it was Gavin hitting the gun, he sighed with relief and spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, you're still so wary, haha~"

"What are you laughing at? If we weren't vigilant, we would have been dead in the boss's villa long ago."

Gavin released his pistol, raised his hand to give Madison the middle finger, and turned his gaze to the road ahead.

With just one glance, Gavin knew why the team had stopped; Madison didn't need to explain anything further.

Because right in front of the road, a huge plane had completely collapsed on the highway, blocking the road entirely! As time passed, the plane's exterior was covered with all kinds of moss and mushrooms, looking weathered and dilapidated, which really enhanced the current apocalyptic atmosphere.

Seeing this, Gavin took a deep breath and turned on the walkie-talkie.

"Guys, see that plane up ahead?"

"Pack your gear, prepare for the hunt. We need to try to lure and clear out any remaining zombies near the plane, then find a way around it!"

After speaking, Gavin put down the walkie-talkie and then picked up his binoculars to look at the large plane four or five hundred meters away.

There's not much to see from the plane wreckage alone; it was clearly burned beyond recognition. Even if there were zombies inside, there probably wouldn't be many left. What Gavin was concerned about was whether there were any signs of others crossing the road near where the plane had blocked his path, or whether someone had set a trap.

However, after observing for a long time, until all the guys in the car behind got out, Gavin didn't see anything suspicious.

Everything seemed too calm and too normal.

At this point, Gavin put away his binoculars, opened the car door, and got out.

Seeing him come down, Edward pointed his rifle down and waved to Gavin.

"Boss, we estimate we'll need to cut a section of the roadside fence, but we don't have a cutting machine with us. So, we'll probably have to send a small team back to the nearest motel and repair shop we passed earlier to find a decent cutting machine. If we can find a working plasma cutter, that would be best."

At this point, Edward shook his head regretfully.

The 20th Expressway they were on was a national highway within a national highway network, with solid roadblocks on every section. Without clearing those roadblocks, the convoy simply couldn't leave the road.

However, the large plane had been gliding along the left side of the road for a long time before crashing into the middle of the road and coming to a stop. Although the roadblocks near the plane were destroyed, the destruction was not enough for the convoy to pass.

Given the current conditions, the convoy might still have a chance to cut through the roadblocks, but transporting the large aircraft away was simply impossible.

Gavin nodded slightly as he looked at the wreckage of the plane, muttering to himself.

"That's... a Boeing 787, right? Let's go take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin gently drew his pistol and fired a shot into the sky.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, its echo reverberating across the empty land.

Gavin waited for a while before he saw seven or eight zombies barely crawl out of the plane wreckage. Dragging their incomplete bodies, which were filled with mushrooms and mycelium, they pounced on his group.

Seeing this, Gavin rolled his eyes with a smile, and then, in front of all the guys, reached out to the co-pilot's seat of the War Shield and took off his HK416.

Seeing Gavin pick up the rifle, Eugene shrugged knowingly.

"Boss, are you going to do it yourself?"

He then asked Gavin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded and smiled in response to the expectant men.

"Of course, Redhead, don't forget, my role is that of a marksman."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his rifle, took a quick aim, and then swiftly pulled the trigger.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Gunshots rang out at an extremely rapid pace, almost three shots every two seconds.

In just over five seconds, nine shots rang out in quick succession.

Eugene and his men gaped in astonishment, uttering a series of incoherent gasps of surprise.

Wow!

"Fuck!"

"Watfuck?"

"What the hell is that?"

"That marksmanship..."

"Boss, you're still got it!"

The last exclamation came from Wang Ling, who was watching in awe as the zombies in the distance fell one after another.

Gavin's rifle accuracy is now extremely high, after all, Gavin has the world's best reaction speed and body control.

Combining his strength and gun control skills with his exceptional eyesight and coordination.

In addition, he was using an HK416, which meant that when shooting at moving targets at a distance of less than 700 meters, Gavin was able to reduce the bullet spread to a maximum of the size of a fist!

Such terrifying shooting skills are probably only something that ordinary guys can catch a glimpse of, exclaim "Wow!" a couple of times, and then move on.

But for veteran hunters like Eugene, Edward, and Martin, the sense of terror was even more intense.

If you weren't a top soldier, you'd see me as a frog in a well looking at the moon.

If you are a king of soldiers, then you will see me as a serpent forgetting the blue sky!

After a long silence, Edward swallowed hard, then patted Gavin's elbow, which was clutching his gun, and said with a sigh, "Boss, if I had a marksman like you in my team back then, I wouldn't be leading a B team, but an absolute A+ team." "Indeed, damn it, I admit I look down on ordinary marksmen, but someone like you... damn it, it probably wouldn't take much effort for you to get the little deer badge that every strategic sniper dreams of..."

Eugene added a comment from the side, then put the sniper rifle down on the ground in shock.

Then, he drew his tactical dagger and waved to the members of his squad.

"Martin, take the guys and come with me. We're going to clean the plane up and make sure there aren't any fucking dead bodies that could bite our guy!"

"Shit, Eugene!"

Seeing that Eugene had snatched the job of cleaning the plane, Edward cursed in annoyance, then gave Gavin a helpless look and said, "Damn it, Eugene stole the good job, boss, so I have to lead the team back the way we came and try to find a cutting machine to tear down the road fence." "If I remember correctly, there's a rest area about forty kilometers behind us. That's the Pex area rest area, with a well-equipped auto repair shop and gas station."

"If we can't find it in the Pex area, I can lead the team back about fifty kilometers to search around Osad and Midland. Even if we can't find it in Pex, we should be able to find the cutting machine near Osad and Midland."

After he finished speaking, Edward waited silently for Gavin's orders.

Gavin watched in silence as Eugene's team drove toward the plane, then spoke softly.

"Wait a moment, Edward, let Eugene and the others observe the scene before we talk."

"Maybe the scene will give us a chance to get around it."

After saying that, Gavin took off his hat and gently fanned himself.

After all, they had now arrived in western Texas, which is the westernmost part of the United States.

If you just think of the western region, guys might not have a strong impression, so let's put it another way.

The place where Gavin and his group were forced to stay completely transformed from the lush, forested, and wild-animal-filled landscape of central Texas into the desolate and barren environment of a Western film.

Even though it's springtime, Gavin sees only sparse tumbleweeds and parched earth to admire along the roadside. If only he could gather a herd of horses and a group of weathered men to ride them.

Then they could easily make a cowboy movie.

In short, the weather here is at least four degrees warmer than in central Texas, especially in the distant Gobi Desert where it meets the Gobi, where you can feel the air slightly rising and breaking apart.

After observing for a while, Gavin couldn't help but speak to his men while fanning himself.

"Damn it, the weather here is really hot. It's not even summer yet, is it?"

"No wonder the Brotherhood guys say they're short of water. If I lived in that environment, Mazefak, I'd treat water like gold!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin licked his lips. His lips had become dry after only a few minutes away from the car.

Beside him, his men couldn't help but start fiddling with their bulletproof vests.

Within minutes, they started sweating, damn it!

Feeling herself starting to sweat, Wang Ling immersed herself in admiring the scenery of the Gobi Desert and the tumbleweeds described in the song from the previous night. The tumbleweeds in spring were still green, not yet in full bloom, but their roundness and resilience were already evident in this barren land. As she admired the view, Wang Ling couldn't help but remark.

"The butler always says that the weather is hotter than usual this year, but I never really felt it before. It turns out that the environment in central Texas, where we live, is so good that we don't notice the subtle temperature changes."

"And over here... Good heavens, this place looks a bit like the Sahara Desert..."

"yes."

Adriana nodded, and casually reached into her bulletproof vest to tug at her bra.

Her bust was significantly larger than Wang Ling's, and the area between her armpits and the fleshy crevices of her bust was already somewhat damp. Noticing Adriana's movements, and observing the increasingly aroused reactions of the men...

Edward frowned slightly, then said softly.

"Boss, take the guys and drive to the vicinity of the plane, then let them get some rest in the truck to avoid the sun."

"If we leave the air conditioning on while the car is stationary in this awful weather, it will be difficult to fix if something goes wrong with it."

"In addition, we will probably need to stockpile some extra water resources. When we pass through other cities, we will need to scavenge for more drinks, and we especially need to scavenge for one or two water trucks as backup."

"Adding a few more vehicles to the convoy isn't a big deal, but the temperature in the west is more than a degree higher than in previous years. I really don't know how the zombies around here have survived. Do the fungi inside their bodies take root underground, making them work like cacti to absorb water?"

At this point, Edward pondered and returned to the car.

Gavin waved his hand and said to the men.

"Get in the car, let's go to the plane and decide whether to go back to prepare additional water resources and cutting machines."

After he finished speaking, the men got into the cars, and the convoy headed toward Eugene.

When the convoy stopped a dozen meters in front of the plane, Eugene and his men were inspecting the inside of the aircraft.

The plane was completely destroyed; the area around the engine and fuel tank had long been reduced to rubble, leaving virtually no space for survival. Eugene, holding his military knife, rummaged through the dry bones scattered among the rubble, and said with a smirk.

"This is really horrible. Damn it, the corpses here look like they've been gnawed on by animals more than once. There's not a single bit of meat left on them."

"No, Eugene, stop joking. This place hasn't been attacked by animals. The fire and the violent explosion would make it a no-go zone for animals. Besides, although some of the skeletons are missing, there are no bite marks on the remaining bones!"

Martin retorted to Eugene, then reached out and grabbed a roughly intact skull.

After a quick look, Martin shook his head and continued.

"This corpse didn't even have a chance to become a zombie. His head was pierced by a small piece of debris that went through his skull above his left eyebrow. He was completely dead, and the muscles on his body were burned away by the flames."

"As for the grease and other traces that should have remained after burning, this is the West, man, nothing escapes drying to ash." "But even after drying, there are still traces of grease and muscle burning on his bones. The pattern is very clear, isn't it? It looks quite nice."

After saying that, Martin used the tip of his knife to trace the remaining black patterns on the skull.

Eugene, however, scoffed at the "pretty" comment and laughed.

"Beautiful! Don't be silly, I've seen even more beautiful skulls, right here on the battlefields of the Middle East!"

"Fuck you, Eugene, your bragging gives me a headache!"