Doomsday America.

Chapter 334 Taking Over the Brotherhood

Meanwhile, regarding the convoy leaving the terminal...

Gavin sat in the passenger seat of the Shield, silently glancing at the Ford pickup truck ahead. He then reached into a magazine pouch in his tactical vest, pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes, and lit one for himself. As the smoke rose, Madison, in the driver's seat, looked ahead and asked Gavin a question.

"Boss, we really owe it to the Brotherhood for helping us out this time, otherwise we would have been the ones eating those RPGs from the biker gang!" Gavin said, shaking his head in denial as he flicked his cigarette ash out the window.

"Don't think like that, McGrady. Don't get the cause and effect wrong, especially don't say that in front of the fraternity guys."

"We must remember that we traveled thousands of kilometers to save the Brotherhood from this crisis!"

"If it weren't for us, the biker gang would still have to take all the firepower themselves. The problem is that even so, the Brotherhood still doesn't have the ability to fight against the biker gang." "Their actions just now certainly helped us absorb the first wave of firepower, but without us, they would only face defeat." Gavin said this with a melancholy exhale of smoke.

Meanwhile, the Brotherhood members had already parked their car next to a forest.

Not far from that sparse forest, there is a small hill, the highest of which is about sixty meters.

Although the Brotherhood's camp was not yet visible, Gavin had reason to speculate that it was likely established on the hill. After the convoy had ridden and bumped its way through the sparse forest for the final stretch,...

And indeed, the hill abruptly formed a small cliff, and the Brotherhood's camp was built at its base. Seeing the convoy return, the remaining Brotherhood members nervously crowded in front of the camp, each clutching their weapons, their eyes filled with apprehension and unease. To the left of the group, two men, their mouths gagged, were tied to two trees. Even though they couldn't make a sound, they kicked and thrashed about desperately, looking like madmen. Seeing this, Gavin put his cigarette in his mouth and nodded slightly to Madison.

"McGrady, it seems their actual situation is similar to what they described: a bunch of cowardly Mexicans who didn't dare to launch a surprise attack, two doomsday fanatics who were tied up, and as for the female-dominated structure, I'm afraid most of their men were killed by the biker gang."

At this point, the convoy stopped, and Brody led the four remaining members of the Brotherhood out of the vehicle.

When the fraternity members saw that only five of their own men got out of the car, about a dozen of them, mostly women, immediately started crying. Gavin noticed that three of the more attractive women, who could barely be called beauties, were standing at the front. As soon as Brody got out of the car, these three surrounded him. The blonde woman stood to Brody's left, her arms crossed over her chest, sobbing softly.

The woman with long black hair grabbed Brody's arm and asked.

"Where's Connor, Brody? Where's Connor? How is she? She...?"

"Stop talking. Connor is dead. Not just him, we'll all die someday. Everyone dies!"

Brody cursed fiercely at the dark-haired woman, then shoved her hand away.

After Brody finished speaking, the three women immediately huddled together, hugging each other and weeping bitterly.

Meanwhile, more women emerged from the crowd, looking despairingly at the five remaining people.

Of course, even though most people were in despair, there were also those who were overjoyed. Gavin then saw a short girl with short brown hair, who was only about 1.55 meters tall, jump out of the crowd and pounce on the bald man Brody.

"Brody!!!"

The girl cheered excitedly, and Brody hugged her tightly with a look of deep emotion.

Just as the two were pouring out their sorrows, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties finally frowned and spoke to Brody, "Brody, only the five of you survived, right? So what happened to the biker gang?"

"And those cars that followed us, damn it, aren't you going to introduce them to us? They're the Dallas Cowboys, right?"

"Oh right, damn it, I forgot about the important thing!"

Reminded by this guy, Brody finally put aside his romantic feelings.

He kissed and comforted the little girl in his arms, then led the man in his forties or fifties toward Gavin's car.

Only when he saw someone rushing to greet him did Gavin open the passenger door and get out.

It wasn't that he wanted to act like a big shot; he simply wanted to give the Brotherhood members some time to adjust. After all, they had just lost a large number of friends and family, and even their former leader. They needed to adjust their mindset. And Brody and his companion...

Upon seeing Gavin get out of the car, one of the older men immediately took a large step forward, reached out and grabbed Gavin's right hand, gently shook it, and solemnly said, "Hello, leader of the Cowboys, legendary quarterback Mr. Gavin, I am Kyle Holler, head of Virgin Galactic's New Mexico headquarters and president of operations. You can just call me Kyle!" As he said this, old man Kyle scrutinized Gavin's eyes with his weathered old eyes.

After a brief moment of thought, Gavin suddenly broke into a bright smile, grabbed Kyle Holler's hand, and said...

"Wow, Virgin Galactic, I've heard of that company. You have at least 10,000 employees, right? You're a pioneering group in commercial spaceflight." "But, Dallas Cowboys? Is that what you called us? I didn't know we had a cowboys." As he finished speaking, Gavin pulled his hand away from Kyle's and patted Kyle on the shoulder.

Immediately afterward, before Kyle could continue with pleasantries, Gavin decisively raised his hands and clapped them twice.

Amidst the dust kicked up by the clinking of his gloves above his head, Gavin spoke loudly to all the onlookers around him.

"Guys, it's Gavin. Some of you may recognize me, or you may have never heard of me, but that doesn't matter." "The most important thing is that I've wiped out the biker gang. I've brought you peace and safety!"

"Before this, I didn't know how many loved ones you lost in the war against the bikers, nor how far you were chased, or how much pressure and risk you endured." "But I'm here, guys. My arrival means you're safe. That's my promise to you!"

With that, Gavin strode into the crowd and went straight to the weeping women.

He then grabbed the arm of the woman who was crying the most and continued to ask her loudly.

"Tell me, who did you lose in your war against the biker gangs!"

"I... my brother... Mingming... my last remaining family member. He set off with Connor, but he didn't come back..."

The woman immediately suppressed her sobs and responded to Gavin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded knowingly, then patted the woman's shoulder heavily and shouted.

"You have a heroic brother, my friend. Just now, before I blew the heads off almost everyone in the biker gang, I witnessed your brother's bravery!" "A soul as courageous as his is destined not to languish in hell. I assure you, God will see his efforts and sacrifices for you and for everyone in your camp, and he will eventually go to heaven to live happily under the approval of the angels!"

"He deserves it!"

At this point, Gavin grabbed the woman's hand and shook it vigorously up and down.

The woman burst into tears in an instant.

Hearing the woman's increasingly loud cries, Gavin nodded with empathy, then continued to shout to the fraternity members, "I can see the sorrow in your eyes, my friends, I hear your cries, I feel your pain!" "But I must tell you, life must go on!"

"Those heroes who fought bravely for you, they wouldn't want your cries, they certainly wouldn't want you to be crushed by their deaths!" "They fought for your future, and you, are you going to insult their heroic achievements with your incessant weeping?" "So stop standing here watching, don't let sorrow overshadow the peace and stability you deserve, and don't let sadness bury what you should be doing!" "The biker gang is finished, you know? There are no more enemies blocking your way, no one can stop you from seeking the most peaceful life possible in this apocalypse. So instead of crying, remember everything you've lost, and live better under the watchful eyes of the heroes' spirits!"

At this point, before the men around him could cry even more bitterly...

Gavin spoke directly to his men, who had all gotten off the bus.

"Madison, have a good talk with Kyle, then organize the fraternity. We need to move to the lakeside immediately and set up camp so the guys can wash away the dust and sadness with the lake water, and then have a good meal." "Wang Ling, take some men and take care of the fraternity women. Most of them have lost their loved ones and spouses, but they haven't lost their future, because we are their future!" After giving these brief instructions, Gavin clapped his hands heavily again, drawing even more attention to everyone who was watching him. Gavin continued shouting at them without stopping.

"Don't stand there, guys! The apocalypse won't leave me room for sentimentality. Hurry up, pack your things, you guys really need a shower!" "Before I arrived, Connor talked to me about your lack of water, and I'd imagined what your lives would be like, but I never imagined you'd all be so close to rotting." "God, even though we've lost some of our comrades, the biker gang has lost even more, and we're the winners, aren't we? We're the winners!" "So, even if we don't cheer, there shouldn't be only weeping!"

"Even if we're not in the mood to celebrate, we should still enjoy the afterglow of victory and get our rightful share of the winner's spoils, shouldn't we!" "Get moving, everyone get moving, hurry up, everyone fucking get moving, don't just stand there!"

"The men following me, those in neat military uniforms, do as they say. Get all your vehicles ready, pack your mementos, and we're leaving immediately, right now, quickly, quickly, quickly!"

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

The loud roar of the Colt Python startled the surrounding men, and then the Brotherhood members scrambled to their feet. One by one, they anxiously approached their subordinates and, following Madison's instructions, haphazardly began tidying up the Brotherhood camp. Gavin frowned and sighed.

He had expected the fraternity's structure to be chaotic, but he hadn't anticipated it to be this chaotic.

Although the Brotherhood members were numerous, they were a complete mess. Apart from a few like Kyle, the others were neither managed nor controlled, and had little efficiency or initiative. The entire Brotherhood camp looked like a refugee camp.

This camp was even worse than the 6666 Ranch camp that Corbyn and Mrs. Anne had brought.

No wonder they have a population of over 70,000, yet they were beaten so badly by a mere 20-odd biker gang members.

Yes, that's right, the Brotherhood has quite a large membership.

Even though they were attacked by the biker gang several times and chased for a while, losing nearly twenty people in the process.

But there are still more than fifty people in the camp now.

But these fifty people standing together seemed less capable of acting than fifty pigs. Gavin immediately noticed that four or five of them, who could actually speak, approached Madison at the same time, asking him what they should do!

While these four or five people were questioning them, four or five other groups, seemingly organized by family, stood behind them, awaiting Madison's orders. Things were even more chaotic on Wang Ling's side. The women were far too difficult to deal with; some were slumped on the ground, unable to get up; some were clutching their arms and wailing; some trembled at the sight of Gavin's men in their bulletproof vests and uniforms; and some were clearly high on drugs, their eyes bloodshot like Sharingan.

Despite this chaos, the Brotherhood wasn't completely wiped out by the biker gang.

Gavin guessed that the biker gang probably wanted to capture as many survivors as possible, which was why they used this hawk-trapping tactic to give the Brotherhood a chance to live. Otherwise, given the Brotherhood's foolish state, a real charge from the biker gang, along with some dangerous explosions, would have completely shattered the Brotherhood's ranks. Thinking of this, Gavin rubbed his thick stubble, then grabbed Kyle, who looked utterly helpless.

Sensing Gavin's movement, Kyle took a deep breath, then smiled wryly and leaned closer to Gavin, whispering...

"Boss Gavin, we look like a bunch of rabble, don't we!"

"Ha, you actually think that way about yourselves?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin glanced at Kyle with amusement.

Meeting Gavin's teasing gaze, Kyle shrugged and chuckled.

"Otherwise, what else could they be but a rabble?"

"When I first joined the fraternity, I tried to bring some organizational structure to the group, but Connor and the others saw it as a power grab!" "For that, I got beaten up twice by Connor's men. Those young guys have no sense of proportion when they start fighting; I broke two ribs, and barely survived." "Fraternity—oops, fraternity—"

"Mazefak, that's an incredibly cringeworthy team name, but what can you do when Connor and his gang like that kind of thing?" "Connor's dead, so you probably haven't met him, right? That kid was only twenty-one, or even younger. I strongly suspect he lied about his age, but he played basketball in college, and he was incredibly physically strong." "The core of the fraternity was Connor and his three classmates. I have absolutely no say here, and I can't offer those young people any help, because they don't like listening to old people lecturing them!"

"They took my words as deception, my advice as rotten garbage, wishing they could throw it to the ends of the earth." "If it weren't for my car repair skills, I probably would have been executed by Connor long ago!"

"Gavin, don't think that just because the Brotherhood was attacked by the bikers, they're some kind of great team, and the bikers are the villains." "Actually, before the bikers appeared, the Brotherhood was the truly arrogant one. Connor and his henchmen killed at least twenty survivors, and not every one of them made an absolute mistake!"

"Even regarding the conflict between our team and the biker gang, I don't know who was right and who was wrong. After all, although the biker gang had been chasing us for a long time, our exploration team and the biker gang fought on their first encounter in the wild. And that exploration team, as far as I know, has raped survivors they encountered in the wild more than once. They themselves aren't any good either!" Saying this, Kyle cautiously glanced around to make sure his words were completely drowned out by the noisy camp and no one was paying attention before finally letting out a sigh of relief. And Gavin...

Looking at the cautious Kyle, he pursed his lips knowingly, but did not completely believe Kyle's words.

To reiterate, even among three people living together, there will always be two who have a much better relationship than the third. Kyle's position in the Brotherhood camp is clearly not high; at least until Connor's men are almost all dead, Kyle's presence must have been very low. After all, even now, few people in the camp are willing to follow Kyle.

Perhaps he really was wrongly targeted by Connor and his group.

In other words, even if Kyle was targeted, few people were willing to follow him after Connor's death, which clearly proves that Kyle himself had some issues. In short, take those words with a grain of salt; Gavin will dismantle the Brotherhood's existing structure, filling the leadership gaps with his own people and gradually breaking up the organization. Therefore, he doesn't need to know anything about the Brotherhood's past.

All he needs to do is completely paint the canvas of the Brotherhood with his own colors!