Doomsday America.

Chapter 44 Frost Archer

Snapped!

Madison slapped himself across the face.

Being relentlessly attacked by Eugene felt worse than death.

Why didn't I learn any car-related skills back then?

For a moment, Madison even regretted becoming famous too early.

His large physique had already made him stand out in high school, attracting the attention of many college scouts.

And it wasn't just football scouts; even more basketball scouts were interested in him!

In short, he became famous too early, making it seem like he wasted his time on the streets, damn it...

Madison cursed under his breath, pursed his lips, and made way for Eugene, watching him walk to the front of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Seeing that Eugene had taken the car repair job, William remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but look at the two corpses in the distance, before staggering toward them.

Gavin glanced at William's feet and chuckled softly.

"Young policeman, your foot looks a bit better."

"What a load of bull! He's just showing off!"

Eugene, supporting himself on the engine bay, peered over to examine the engine as he continued Gavin's words.

"His foot wasn't broken, but it was a severe contusion. I've seen many injuries like that in the army."

"Don't let his energetic performance fool you. Once we're settled, he'll completely lose his edge. If he can even stand up tomorrow, I might as well call him 'Dad'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene simply lay down on the still-warm engine and reached out to remove the bullet that was lodged deeper inside.

Gavin then went to the RV, sat on the steps, and leaned against the RV door to rest for a while.

During the high-speed drive, his adrenaline surged for a short while. Although he wasn't exactly exhausted, he felt a bit empty both physically and mentally.

Seeing Gavin sit down, Winnie pursed her lips in the car, then ran over to her mother and whispered a few words.

In the distance, William hopped over to the vicinity of McLaren and first took a look at the situation there.

After confirming that the McLaren hadn't started smoking and wouldn't explode anytime soon, he crawled inside and began searching.

Meanwhile, Madison returned to Gavin's side, leaning against the RV and asked him a question.

"Boss, why do you think that bastard in the McLaren shot at us?"

"Logically speaking, he's already charged out. With McLaren's speed, even if he didn't shoot at us, he should be able to leave the zombies behind."

"But that damn bastard actually opened fire on us! I think even the co-pilot's seat of the Tyrannosaurus Rex was shot through... huh?"

At this point, Madison's expression froze, and he couldn't help but glance at Eugene before asking a question.

"Wait, the Tyrannosaurus Rex's co-pilot's cabin was blasted through, how did Eugene survive?"

"Haha, even suicide attacks in the Middle East couldn't kill me, do you think I'd be killed by some random bastard?"

Eugene, perched on the engine, wiggled his rear end at Madison, who then spat to the side.

As for Gavin, he frowned and said calmly.

"I never hesitate to speculate about human nature with the utmost malice, so I don't find it strange at all."

"We weren't the ones who caused the harm, so who knows what he was thinking back then?"

"Perhaps he was having a great time with the woman in the red dress when our gunfire interrupted him, and that's why he hates us?"

"Perhaps he finally managed to hide in the villa area, but the zombies were thrown off balance by our gunfire, forcing him to fight his way out, and so he retaliated against us."

"Maybe the woman in the red dress is his daughter. He's a doting father, and he's afraid we'll catch up with him and force him to see how we treat his daughter?"

"Or perhaps he was just inherently evil, and to make his escape safer, he chose to leave us, the unknown pursuers and zombies, in the rich neighborhood."

Gavin grinned at this point.

"Don't overthink the 'whys.' That kind of person has to die. Now we're alive, and he's dead. Isn't that the best outcome?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but purse his lips.

After a high-speed car chase and gunfight, I'm a bit thirsty, so maybe I should grab a Coke.

Just then, Winnie came up to Gavin with a pink cup in her hand.

"Hey boss, come try this coffee my mom just made!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Winnie handed the coffee to Gavin.

Gavin glanced at the cup. Great, it's Hello Kitty print again, just like that Luger pistol.

So he narrowed his eyes suspiciously and asked.

"This isn't your mom's cup, is it?"

"Of course not, this is my cup, isn't it cute!"

Winnie cutely gestured the cup toward Gavin.

Seeing this, Gavin felt relieved.

It seems this precocious little devil isn't trying to matchmake her with her mother.

Gavin had absolutely no interest in Doris, a woman nearing fifty. Even if Doris wasn't fifty, she was at least forty-six or forty-seven.

Gavin had eaten too much pork and didn't even look at it.

Gavin took the cup, sipped the warm coffee, and gazed into the distance.

The scenery is truly beautiful.

This road, connecting the wealthy area of ​​Costa Rica to Costa Rica International Airport, is flat and unobstructed for nearly nine kilometers.

All that can be seen is the tranquil Halbert Lake on the left side of the road and the wildlife park on the right side.

Although it was February, the grass in the park was not nearly as beautiful as it was in spring and summer.

But the unparalleled sense of vastness still brought a contented smile to Gavin's face.

There were also a few Texas wolves chasing a small herd of bison across the open field.

so good.

Gavin laughed even harder.

Because those were neither zombie wolves nor zombie bison.

While Gavin was drinking coffee, Eugene emerged from the Tyrannosaurus Rex engine and laughed heartily.

"It's all sorted out. The engine is perfectly fine overall. Once the foreign object was removed, everything will be fine."

After saying that, Eugene moved closer to Gavin, glanced at the coffee, and glared at Winnie.

"Hey kid, didn't you see I just survived a gunfight? Why isn't there any coffee for me?!"

"What's your rush? You'll get what you're meant to have. Can't you see I don't have any yet?"

Madison found an opportunity to be rude to Eugene, who then laughed and came to Madison's side, leaning against the RV and joking with him.

After exchanging a few words, Doris brought over more coffee, giving Madison and Eugene a cup each.

Savoring his warm coffee, Eugene called out to William, who was examining the body, from afar.

"William, come over and have some coffee. Don't fucking miss out on the hot stuff!"

"Okay, I'll be right away."

William said he was quick, and he really was quick; less than a minute later, he returned carrying two bags of rock sugar.

"Show Gavin the rock sugar," William said.

"Gavin, we can confirm that the driver has a history of drug use; he might have been here recently."

"Oh, fuck, no wonder he's like a god of war, turns out he's a drug-fueled god of war..."

Gavin couldn't help but curse. He had actually been thinking about why a person who was high would shoot at him. Invalid thinking, number one!

After Gavin finished his rant, Madison couldn't help but roll his eyes and remark.

"So he's a drug addict. That doesn't surprise me at all!"

He made a black face with his enormous face and continued speaking with amusement.

"Who can expect a guy who's really high to follow the rules?"

"Don't even mention that they casually gave us two bursts of bullets after we had already run away."

"Even if he ran into the middle of the road, masturbating while engaging in a passionate shootout with zombies, I wouldn't find it strange at all!"

"Ha ha……"

Madison's words drew laughter, and even Winnie, with her slightly chubby cheeks flushed, kept laughing.

Although Texas is not Florida, every state in the United States has at least some resemblance to Florida.

Hearing everyone's laughter, William couldn't help but smile too.

But after a brief laugh, something seemed to come to mind, and his eyes suddenly stung with tears.

So he suppressed his emotions and turned around to throw the rock candy off the road.

Noticing William's action, Gavin pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and said.

"Wait, don't throw it away yet!"

"What?"

Gavin's words made William turn around in disbelief.

He held the rock candy in his hand and yelled at Gavin in disbelief.

"Damn it, my cowboy god, you...you don't play this damn stuff too, do you?"

The moment William finished speaking, everyone looked at Gavin in astonishment.

Facing everyone's gaze, Gavin waved his hand dismissively and cursed.

"Get the hell out of here! I'm not so low as to need rock sugar to satisfy my dopamine. I don't even touch leaves."

"I just feel that these reading materials must have some use if they are preserved."

"For example, what if in the future we need to pry someone open their mouth to get some important information, but that person refuses to say anything even if they die?"

"Then I think if we just give him some rock sugar and let him rest for a while, the information we need will most likely come out."