Doomsday America.

Chapter 338 Laughing in Anger

Chapter 338 I laughed in anger (5k)

"That is—?"

The sudden appearance of the figure made Gavin frown. He immediately turned on his walkie-talkie and asked the sentry in a low voice.

"Hey? This is Gavin. Did any of the sentries notice any figures near the two planes on the west side of the terminal tonight?"

"Boss, this is Barn. I'm on guard duty. I saw those three guys; they're Brotherhood members."

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Upon hearing the intercom, Barn, who was acting as a sentry, immediately changed his slightly relaxed posture to a serious, upright sitting position.

He quickly explained to Gavin.

After hearing the report, Gavin nodded knowingly and then continued to ask questions.

"I know, but then what? Does anyone know why those three left the camp, and what they're going to do?"

At this point, Gavin got up from the bed, went to the old table not far away to find his equipment, took out his binoculars and looked at the figure.

Gavin wasn't worried that the three figures were zombies. After all, the environment around the terminal was terrifyingly empty. Even if there were zombies coming this way, they would definitely appear from the far distance at the edge of the field of vision, and then keep appearing as they got closer.

They couldn't possibly teleport directly out from near the camp, and they would have to run from inside the camp to outside.

So, what exactly are these three figures doing?

Why did they leave the camp?

Is the intention to tip off other survivor groups, so they can coordinate an attack from within?

Or perhaps they are dissatisfied with the outcome of taking over the Brotherhood and plan to run away together?

With that in mind, Gavin picked up his walkie-talkie and binoculars, waiting for his men's response while observing the movements of the three figures more closely.

Meanwhile, Gavin continued his inquiries over the walkie-talkie.

Everyone who had a walkie-talkie started to tense up.

Martin patted Eugene's thigh, gesturing for Eugene to leave the tent and take a look.

Steve also came to the window and leaned against the second-floor window, looking in the direction of the figure.

Even the newcomers who just joined Gavin's team's intercom channel today couldn't help but ask each other questions.

The terminal building had poor soundproofing; even several rooms away, Gavin could hear the faint sounds of people talking.

"Hey, who's the cowboy talking about? Who left camp?"

"I don't know, it wasn't me!"

"Of course not you, you piece of shit, you're right in front of me!"

Who is missing?

"Who's gone?"

"I have an empty bed here, and this bed belongs to—I think it belongs to Drogba?"

"Drogba, that black guy?"

"Don't fucking call me a nigger, niggers in cowboys have a lot of influence!"

"Okay, is it that young man Drogba?"

"Wait, my wife is missing too!"

"Fuck, my woman's gone too, you piece of shit!!!"

In just about a minute, Gavin heard the noise in the camp getting louder and louder, and some of the newcomers were starting to roar.

Meanwhile, Gavin looked speechlessly at the figure hiding behind the plane in the distance.

The three figures jogged away from the camp, and after running for more than two hundred meters, they finally stopped near the two small biplanes.

Then————

Even from a great distance, Gavin, by the clear moonlight over the Gobi Desert, could clearly see the three figures gradually overlapping and moving up and down, left and right—

"Shit!"

At that moment, Gavin instinctively cursed while simultaneously covering his head.

Damn it, it was—it was—it was the damn thing that he left the camp to secretly fire cannons?

Moreover, it sounds like it's an affair-type sexual encounter?

If so, then I'm afraid I'll encounter my first little trouble after taking over the new group!

Just as Gavin was thinking this, the voices of many people in the tent area outside the terminal window grew louder and louder.

Since the terminal building can only accommodate a maximum of eighty people, apart from the main field staff, all the other new recruits set up tents near the terminal building to live in.

Of course, there are also individual field staff who prefer to sleep in tents, such as Eugene and Martin, who sleep in those tents.

In short, the tents were right below Gavin's window, and the arguing coming from the tent area was getting louder and louder.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill him! That black guy must have slept with my wife!"

"And my wife, those damned things—I don't want to think about what they're doing, fucking, I want them dead!"

"Don't fucking stop me, you piece of shit!"

"Let's go, find them, kill them, Mazefakr, that's my wife I've only slept with for less than three weeks! Those niggers deserve to be sent to stomp cotton, or whipped by those damn cowboys!"

Amidst the increasingly aggressive shouts, Gavin could even hear the sound of a gun being cocked from his second-floor window.

Gavin then continued speaking into the walkie-talkie with a cold expression.

"Edward, get the situation under control!"

"receive."

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, Edward opened the second-floor window, wearing only pajama bottoms and a simple bulletproof vest, and without fear, rushed into the increasingly chaotic crowd with his gun slung over his shoulder.

Without any hesitation, Edward approached the guy who had shouted the loudest, holding his gun, lowering the muzzle to the ground, and growled in a low voice.

"Put the gun back, buddy, put the gun back!"

"Fuck, you actually told me to put my gun away? Ha! My wife's run off somewhere with someone else, and you're telling me to put my gun away?"

Faced with Edward's request, the bald, white old man carrying a pistol grumbled and leaned his head close to Edward.

It was clear that he wanted to confront Edward by pressing his forehead against Edward's forehead, like the trash-talking fights seen on TV.

Unfortunately, Edward wouldn't give him that chance. As soon as the old white man got close to Edward's head, Edward casually raised the butt of his rifle and delivered a vicious blow to the old white man's diaphragm.

The old white man immediately bent over in pain, while Edward, supporting the old white man's bent shoulder with one hand, shouted loudly to the others around them.

"Everyone stay where you are! No noise, no moving!"

"Tara, prepare the machine guns!!!"

At that moment, Edward called for the machine gun without hesitation.

And the next moment—

Kara Kara————

With a slight mechanical sound as the machine gun moved its muzzle, two machine guns were immediately turned and aimed at the restless crowd from two windows on the second floor of the terminal.

Upon seeing this, Gavin frowned in the master bedroom on the second floor, then quickly put on his bulletproof gear.

He had a feeling that the trouble he was facing tonight was gradually getting worse.

As Gavin donned his gear, some of Edward's teammates and Eugene, along with others, dressed in various clothes and wearing mismatched bulletproof vests, gradually surrounded the restless newcomers.

Facing the approaching field team members.

The field crew members wore different pajamas, but their bulletproof vests were basically the same style.

The fraternity members took two steps back, and their group shrank slightly as a result.

But after only a moment of hesitation, a deep but powerful voice rang out from the crowd.

"What the hell are you doing? Damn it, why are you pointing guns at us? Shouldn't you be dealing with the bastards who left the camp without permission?"

"Yeah, damn it, why don't they arrest those who left on their own?"

"Kill all those black devils!"

"Kill those wanton bitches!"

In the blink of an eye, several voices erupted from the Brotherhood, and as those voices rang out, Gavin suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke.

"Everyone, find that damn bastard who shouted the first thing!"

The moment those words were spoken, the Brotherhood members fell into a brief silence.

Gavin clearly saw that more than one person had taken a slight step back.

But it only lasted a moment; the next moment, the sounds erupting from the fraternity grew increasingly intense.

"You shit, what do you want? Are you Nazis?!"

"Are they going to kill us?"

"Why are you targeting us? Damn it, the ones in the wrong are those who left the camp without permission!"

"Dictatorship! This is dictatorship!"

"They're insane! They're worse than bikers!"

"Damn it, let's fight them—ah!"

The last sound had barely escaped when Eugene's rifle butt slammed into his back, silencing his shout.

While smashing the guy who was yelling that he wanted to fight him to the ground with the butt of his rifle, Eugene stomped on the guy's face without any politeness, grabbed his rifle fiercely, and swiftly cocked it.

Click—

After the cocking sound rang out, Eugene pointed the gun directly at the sky and then pulled the trigger sharply.

chug chug!

After a series of gunshots rang out, Eugene hugged his rifle back to his chest and roared at the Brotherhood members all around him in a voice far beyond that of an ordinary person.

"Don't fucking try that on me. Damn it, while I was dealing with suicide bombers in the Middle East, you guys were still fucking having sex in bed. Don't even think about causing any trouble. If you're so capable, why don't you set up a suicide bomb yourself!"

At this point, Eugene simply pressed the slightly warm muzzle of his gun against the chest of one of his men, causing the man to stumble back two steps.

Meanwhile, Edward glanced at Eugene's actions and spoke softly into the walkie-talkie.

"Steve, take some men and bring back that idiot who left the camp!"

"Received, in progress!"

Steve gave a brief response, then strode out of the camp, running towards the plane with Jonathan, one after the other.

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Gavin put on his bulletproof vest, and then put on a coat.

The temperature difference between day and night in the Gobi Desert is truly significant; it's the kind of weather where you need a cotton-padded jacket in the morning and evening, but short sleeves at noon. Jiawen couldn't afford to be careless.

Wearing his coat, Gavin opened the window, drew his pistol, and fired a shot into the sky.

boom!

After the gunshot drew everyone's attention, Gavin jumped out of the window and landed heavily on the ground.

Boom!

The field agents' hearts skipped a beat when Gavin landed. Immediately afterward, all the field agents who had already been deployed glared even more fiercely at the fraternity members who were surrounded.

If Gavin hadn't not ordered them to act, they would have already been ready to unleash their six-strike-per-second technique!

After all, they were treated really well under Gavin's command. Which field agent didn't gain six or seven pounds thanks to the training and excellent diet?

As for the Brotherhood members?

Sorry, Gavin doesn't really intimidate the Brotherhood members.

After all, people are generally only afraid of those who can decide their life or death.

And Gavin—he's never killed anyone in front of his fraternity members!

So, just moments after Gavin landed, another member of the Brotherhood let out a low growl from the crowd.

"You're kidding me, you Texas cowherd, you son of a bitch—"

boom!

Before the voice could finish shouting, Gavin suddenly raised his gun, aimed, and instantly shattered the man's head.

Blood and brain matter splattered onto several people around them in an instant, eliciting their hysterical screams.

After the cacophony of screams, Gavin abruptly raised his gun and fired four shots into the sky!

This time, Gavin's gunshot completely calmed the Brotherhood down.

When no one was dying, almost every member of the Brotherhood wanted to shout a few words.

Perhaps those who are shouting and causing trouble don't even know what they are thinking.

After all, humans are both conformists and, at the same time, thrive on chaos.

As the voices of the fraternity members coalesce and gradually gain more power, regardless of who is the mastermind behind the affair, there will be no shortage of those within the fraternity who want to take advantage of the chaos or simply enjoy the spectacle.

Moreover, these unruly Americans have a natural inclination to hold demonstrations and cause trouble.

It's fine if no one takes the lead, but as long as a few voices start causing trouble in the crowd, many people will follow suit without even considering whether it's right or wrong.

There's no real reason for this; it's simply the habit of protesting and the instinct to fight for more rights and a voice.

However, in situations like tonight's chaos, Gavin's slight weakness becomes apparent.

Then I'm sorry, but his and his field colleagues' influence and authority will plummet in an instant.

Therefore, even if it meant killing someone, Gavin would not allow the Brotherhood to continue its chaotic ways.

It's ridiculous that these are the same guys who sang with him not long ago.

The louder they sang, the more decisive the uproar!

And Gavin—

At this moment, he had no time to think about who was right and who was wrong.

Regardless of whether the dead were right or wrong, he had to use the shock of human lives to instantly suppress the momentum of the uproar!

Of course, such suppression cannot rely solely on killing, because if killing is the only way to curb the escalating chaos, then a sufficient number of people must be killed.

Ke Jiawen didn't want to lose too much manpower!

So, right after he blew a guy's head off in front of everyone, he immediately fired into the air, using the Colt Python's highly discernible sound to create an even greater sense of threat for the Brotherhood members.

After all, Gavin's previous shot had just blown someone's head off, so when the gunshots continued, the Brotherhood members even instinctively touched their own bodies, fearing that a bullet hole might suddenly appear.

Taking advantage of the brief moment of disarray within the fraternity, Gavin suddenly roared at everyone.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastards, what do you want to do!"

"You woke me up, isn't that enough? Do you want to point guns at my head too?!"

As he spoke, Gavin quickly reloaded, removing the shell casings from the magazine and replacing them with six new bullets.

After pulling back the bolt, Gavin fired a shot into the slightly panicked crowd.

The next moment————

"what!"

With a scream from one of the men, the pistol in his hand flew out and crashed heavily to the ground.

As the pistol flew away, the man stared at his hand in horror, then quickly clutched his wrist and screamed.

At this moment, Gavin continued to shout decisively.

"Everyone, load your weapons! Anyone who dares to move an inch will be shot on sight!"

Click!

Click-clack!

Swipe!

Click!

At that moment, the sounds of more than a dozen guns being cocked rang out in unison.

The field agents then pointed their guns at the increasingly panicked Brotherhood members.

Hehehe!

Meanwhile, among the fraternity members...

Brody belatedly crawled out of the tent, quickly wiped his sweat, and then hurriedly stopped in front of the tent.

Because he was still moving, he was suddenly targeted by more than a dozen guns!

Two heads peeked out from the tent behind him.

Gavin could see clearly that besides Brody's own wife, the other head was actually Connor's widow.

Okay—damn, calling her a widow seems a bit of an exaggeration, given that their family was a complete mess. The Brotherhood's organizational structure was just like any other chaotic doomsday camp—not only were the rules a mess, but their lives were a complete mess as well.

As the two women, their heads etched with terror, peeked out of the tent, Brody frantically raised his hands and shouted to Gavin from a distance.

"Gavin, don't shoot! God, what on earth is happening?"

"I don't know anything! What happened? What's going on? What happened?!"

"Damn it, are you all dead? How come you can't even control a bunch of old geezers? What are you all good for? What are you all good for?!"

"Boss Gavin, please don't let your men go off the rails! Give me some time, let my men take care of them. Damn it, I know how to deal with those old fogies!"

At this point, Brody tentatively took a step forward.

But just as Brody took a step, Gavin, disregarding the danger, strode through the crowd and shouted to Brody from a distance.

"Brody, stay where you are if you don't want to die!"

"OK, I'll be very obedient, please don't shoot!"

Brody responded immediately, and Gavin strode towards him.

Just as Gavin was passing a guy in the crowd, the hairs on Gavin's body stood on end. He then instinctively turned around and fired a bullet!

Snapped!

After a sharp sound, the figure to Gavin's left rear, who was pointing a gun at Gavin, had his gun knocked away by Gavin!

Gavin glanced at the guy with his brows down.

Then————

"hehe----

Gavin laughed, because the person who wanted to shoot him was actually the head and COO of Virgin Galactic's New Mexico headquarters that afternoon.

Kyle Holler!

The moment Gavin saw that face clearly, he was so angry he laughed.

He grabbed Kyle by the neck, then took a step forward, his left hand like a drawn bow, and threw Kyle by the neck more than ten meters away, sending him flying out of the crowd and rolling on the ground.

As Kyle Holler was thrown into the air, Steve's Americans approached from afar, escorting the three men who had left the camp.

Gavin stood still, coldly watching the three figures.

Surprisingly, it was a young and strong black man who looked to be only in his early twenties, wearing only a pair of shorts, and two white women who were clearly close to fifty years old!

And those two middle-aged women were obviously not wearing underwear, they were wearing sexy pajamas!

"Bullshit, haha!"

Gavin couldn't help but curse out loud.

He was so angry he laughed again!

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