novelsite Chapter 341 The Dilemma Facing the Marriage Protection Law
Chapter 341 The Dilemma Facing the Marriage Protection Law
Chapter 341 The Dilemma Facing the Marriage Protection Law
"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss————"
Boom!
"Ugh...ah...hiss...hiss...hiss..."
When Kyle, covered in blood and with not a single patch of skin left on his body, was thrown among the men, his breath was still hissing.
Hot steam mixed with blood foam kept spewing out, making Steve turn his head away, and even making Gavin grin.
He even smiled so wide his teeth were showing.
If he were to show even the slightest weakness in front of his ruthless subordinates, it would certainly be a dereliction of duty for him as a leader.
Gavin chuckled, smacked his lips with interest, looked up at Jonathan, who was beaming with pride, and gave him a thumbs-up in praise.
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Good job!
"Of course, boss! Just say the word, and I'll never let him die during the skinning process!"
Jonathan raised his hands even more proudly to Gavin, spreading Kyle's skin to show him off.
To make the skin look even better, Jonathan and Martin even washed it in the lake water more than once.
Under the moonlight, her skin, though not as thin as a cicada's wing, was still quite translucent and radiant.
While Jonathan was showing off his skin, Martin, holding his hunting knife and smoking a cigarette, gave him a listless look that seemed like he might fall asleep at any moment, and said softly.
"Jonathan, that wasn't just your achievement."
"Perhaps, Martin. I admit your hunting knife helped me somewhat, but I did much more, especially with the details, like my fingers and—"
"That's enough!"
Jonathan had barely exchanged a few words with Martin when Steve couldn't help but rub his forehead and interrupt their boasting.
Then Steve turned to Gavin, took a couple of deep breaths, and began to persuade him.
"Boss, even if he committed crimes worthy of sending saints to Satan, after this torture, he should close his eyes completely!"
"His death was deserved, but the fact that he's still alive disgusts me; I swear, it's a complete physical and psychological unease!"
"Good heavens!"
Before Gavin could reply, Steve drew his knife and stood up.
Jonathan glanced at Steve from afar, then smiled at Gavin through the human skin.
"Boss, this is your ranch's chief cowboy, and if I may be so bold, his style is completely out of step with your greedy Lion Ranch!"
"What?"
Upon hearing Jonathan's words, Gavin narrowed his eyes in shock.
"Say it again, Jonathan, what did you say my farm was?"
"Well----"
Faced with Gavin's surprised question, Jonathan couldn't help but look at Steve and Gavin with surprise as well.
Then, Jonathan gave an awkward, wry smile and asked in return.
"You don't know, boss?"
"What should I know?"
Gavin gave Jonathan the middle finger, and Jonathan reluctantly gave his answer.
"Boss, in just five years, your farm has expanded from a small family farm of less than 3,000 acres to the largest farm in central Texas, and even developed into the second largest in Texas and the fifth largest in the United States!"
"Your land wasn't given to you by God, my God! Our cowboy land isn't some so-called promised land; we stole it!"
"So, ever since you rose to prominence, your 'Greedy Lion Farm,' or you could call it 'Greedy Wolf Farm,' has been all over Texas."
"And in the mouths of other farmers, you've long since become a greedy lion or wolf, frantically devouring everyone's ancestral land!"
At this point, Jonathan shrugged and couldn't help but add another sentence.
"Of course, now that I think about it, maybe our farm should be called Greedy Wolves, since we really do have wolves~"
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"Fuck!"
Gavin finally couldn't help but curse.
"I fucking paid!"
"Yes, you paid, boss. You paid quite a lot; the premium is usually more than 30%."
Jonathan immediately chuckled and said to Gavin.
"But for farms, especially family-owned farms, the land on the farm is a more important core asset for the farm owner than his wife."
"Boss, you did buy their land and you did pay enough money, but for the farm owners, your actions are like taking away their wives and then throwing some money at them."
"If Wagner Farm and 6666 Ranch weren't so far away from you, even they would be worried about being swallowed up by you, right?"
"However, some people may be happy, after all, they have also considered selling their farms, as the taxes on farms are too high without policy support."
After saying that, Jonathan sat down in the empty seat next to Edward, picked up a bottle of beer, and took a swig.
Gavin had ordered everyone not to drink, but after the mess that just happened, Gavin himself drank two bottles of Corona, so he didn't care whether others drank or not.
As long as he wasn't drunk, Gavin pretended not to see anything.
As he took a satisfying swig of beer, Gavin chuckled, rubbing his forehead and cursing.
"Mazefak, I fucking—this is—at least a disgrace."
"Forget it, there's no point in arguing about these things now. Even if there are still people who are unhappy about my takeover of the farm, not many people can stand up and stop me, except for the zombies."
"A greedy lion—a greedy wolf?"
"Bullshit, Steve, just give Kyle a quick death!"
"Yes, boss!"
Upon hearing the order, Steve finally showed a relieved expression, then went to Kyle, squatted down, and looked into Kyle's eyes.
Kyle's breathing became even more rapid, and Steve could clearly see the word "pleading" written in his eyes.
Before Steve could even make a move, Kyle took two deep breaths and then suddenly went silent.
His breathing stopped completely, leaving only his pupils slowly dilating.
Seeing this, Steve remained silent for two seconds before looking up at Gavin and smiling wryly.
"Boss, he was gone before I even had a chance to do anything."
"Yeah, that's normal. The only reason he's been able to hold on until now is because Jonathan and Martin are such good cooks."
Gavin nodded, then looked at Kyle's silent body.
After glancing at it, Gavin shook his head and continued.
"It's a bit of a waste. I guess if Kobayashi Naoya were in front of me, he would definitely consider Kyle, the first person we skinned before he turned into a zombie, as an extremely rare subject of observation."
Just as Gavin finished speaking, Kyle, who had been lying on the ground, got up ferociously.
And only after Steve plunged the knife into Kyle's head, killing him a second time, did Gavin's voice finally arrive.
He said in a low voice.
"After all, if we miss out on Kyle, we don't know how long it will be before we encounter another guy worth skinning."
The next day, around 10 a.m., at Gavin Estate in central Texas.
Nikita, carrying a box of eggs, walked through the hall with Winnie and the others, heading towards the cold storage warehouse.
Just as Nikita was about to cross the hall, ZT suddenly rushed out of the broadcasting room in the third-floor corridor.
As he ran, he unleashed a torrent of curses with a rhythmic, rap-like quality.
"Fuck the damn Brotherhood, shit! The boss led the main force to support them, and they got wrecked by him!"
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They assassinated him, thankfully the boss—Holy crap?!
Before zt could finish speaking, his gaze met that of Nikita, who was looking back in surprise from afar in the lobby on the first floor.
The hall was spacious enough, and ZT's voice was quite loud, so everyone who was supposed to hear it could hear it. Therefore, ZT could only stiffly walk down the stairs and approach Nikita, who was rushing towards him.
Nikita was running wildly with the egg crate in her arms. She rushed down the stairs in a few steps and asked ZT, who was approaching her.
"What assassination attempt? Tell me! What exactly was the assassination attempt? How is the sir?"
"Yeah, just say it already, don't make me beg you, you bastard!"
Winnie, who had just run to the stairs after Nikita, also asked anxiously.
At the same time, the other dozen or so people in the hall also quickly gathered around.
Thomas, who was sitting on Gavin's sofa discussing logistical arrangements with several logistics members, couldn't even maintain his usually calm and handsome face!
He grabbed ZT's wrist and shouted at him.
"Try not to shout out shocking news in public!"
"Most importantly, since you've already made a mistake, finish what you're saying. Damn it, tell me the result! How's the master doing?"
"OK! OK! Don't get excited, the boss is fine, not even a hair on his head was hurt!"
Faced with a barrage of aggressive questions from a large group of people, ZT waved his hands repeatedly and explained at lightning speed.
"Edward contacted me today and told me about their recent operations. Yesterday afternoon, they made contact with the biker gang and the Brotherhood, and led the Brotherhood's last five soldiers to almost wipe out the biker gang. The leader then accepted the allegiance of the remaining members of the Brotherhood."
"But those newbies are no good. Damn it, around 10 p.m. last night, there was some trouble at the Brotherhood camp. While the boss was dealing with the chaos, someone tried to shoot him!"
"But you all know how fast the boss's gun is, pew pew pew!"
ZT perked up a bit; he even raised his hand as if to fire a gun.
"Just one shot. Before the gunman who was trying to assassinate the boss could even draw his weapon, the boss shot it away!"
"Phew—sorry, I got a little impatient, so next, my friend, how did the boss deal with him?"
Hearing this, Thomas finally breathed a sigh of relief, then released ZT and asked ZT gently.
Faced with Thomas's question, zt gave a cruel, wicked smile and continued.
"That's when things really got interesting, Mr. Butler. The boss had Jonathan and Martin skin that bastard alive, and they'll bring that belt back to our museum so everyone can see the results of an assassination attempt on the boss!"
"call----"
Wow!
"cool!"
"this----"
"That's so cool!"
"That was really awesome!"
"Well done, Martin!"
A few cheers erupted from the crowd; the guys were already excited just listening to ZT's story.
In this shitty apocalypse, there aren't really any normal people left. While there are plenty of kind-hearted guys among the crowd, most of the young, unruly Americans still prefer the bloody stuff.
As long as that kind of bloodshed doesn't fall on them.
After learning the full story, Nikita and Winnie finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the others continued their work.
zt, along with Thomas, went to find Old Feng, who was reinforcing the outpost in the farmland outpost area, and Old Bert, who was forging iron, to discuss the work that Gavin had arranged.
By the time the four of them finally got together, more than twenty minutes had passed.
The four of them sat on the sofa, looking at ZT with completely bewildered expressions.
Thomas asked in surprise.
"Wait, ZT, what's the boss's order? Are we to draft a simple marriage protection law suitable for the current gender ratio in the camp?"
"yes!"
zt was somewhat puzzled by Thomas's surprise. It was just a law, and there was no Supreme Court to stop Thomas from doing it.
So zt continued to ask.
"It's just one thing, what's so difficult about it, Mr. Butler? You rarely look so troubled!"
After saying that, ZT shrugged at Thomas, who responded softly after a brief silence.
"The Marriage Protection Act sounds like it wouldn't be too troublesome."
"But a marriage protection law that's suitable for our camp's current personnel structure could cause huge problems if implemented carelessly!"
"Huh? How could this be? How is this possible!"
Hearing Thomas's exaggerated statement, the lively zt also spread his hands in an exaggerated manner, looking at Thomas in disbelief.
Thomas glanced at Old Bert and Old Feng, who were completely different from ZT and were lost in thought just like him, and continued.
"After hearing the whole story of the boss's assassination attempt, when I learned that the connection between everything stemmed from a couple having an affair—"
"There are three, Thomas. They're three lovers, two women and one man!"
zt interrupted Thomas with a chuckle, saying with great interest.
Upon hearing this, Thomas remained silent for a moment, while Old Feng gave ZT the middle finger.
After finally silencing ZT, Thomas scribbled on a piece of paper with his pen for a moment, then pointed at the paper in front of him and said...
"For a law to be accepted and strictly enforced by everyone, it must at least make most people feel that it protects their interests."
"But the Marriage Protection Act—how can I make such a law effective and satisfy the majority of people?"
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"You may not have calculated the current male-to-female ratio in the camp."
How many men do we have?
"Two hundred and seventy!"
"And how many women do we have?"
"Eighty-one!"
At this point, Thomas slammed his fist on the table.
"That's the key, guys, we have too few women in our camp, only a third as many as the men."
"Even if our marriage protection law can protect every woman so that she can successfully form a family."
"The number of people these laws can protect might not even reach half of the camp's total population. And those guys who aren't protected by marriage laws but are strictly restricted by these laws are all sexually frustrated men, all of them!"
"So, can you imagine how many troublesome ideas these sexually frustrated men would come up with during countless sleepless nights, driven by their desires?"
"And that's why, even though I knew the problem, I hesitated to take action against this law!"