hsntnovel Chapter 185 Eugene's Trouble
Chapter 185 Eugene's Trouble
Chapter 185 Eugene's Trouble
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin led his team home without hesitation.
Now that the main factors preventing the convoy from returning have been identified, there is no need for him to continue searching for the team members in the dark.
Moreover, his act of leading the team out was enough to give his team an explanation!
Confess.
This is actually the most important point.
He had already done his best to search for the missing field agent, even if it meant taking risks.
Now that his actions had appeased the entire camp, Gavin no longer wanted to take the remaining field crew on any further risks.
Seeing that Gavin had made his decision, Old Feng remained silent for a moment in the car, then spoke softly.
"Boss, the zombie migration has made a mess of the zombie environment around us, and field work is much more difficult than before."
"However, neither Eugene nor Martin are reckless guys. With the two of them leading the team, the convoy's safety should be no problem!"
"Um.
""
Gavin nodded slightly after hearing what Lao Feng said.
"You're right, Feng. They're not that easy to get into trouble, but the zombie migration is indeed dangerous enough."
"After we find the missing field crew tomorrow, we need to be even more cautious in our exploration."
"
Then, the group silently returned to their camp.
By the time they arrived at the camp, it was already 10:40 p.m.
Some of the men have already gone back to their bedrooms to rest.
But the guys who were originally worried were still waiting in the hall, and when they saw that only Gavin and his group had returned.
Well, Gavin's return did alleviate their worries, but they definitely weren't going to sleep well that night.
Gavin set aside a dozen minutes to have a good chat with his guys about what they had seen and heard along the way.
After learning about the situation of the horde of zombies blocking the road, everyone accepted Gavin's explanation and returned to their rooms to rest amidst their worries.
By the time Gavin and Nikita were finally able to go back to their room to sleep, it was already 11:20 PM.
Watching Gavin take off his coat, Nikita wearily went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and started to take a shower.
While he was taking a shower, Gavin came into the bathroom, opened the door, and naturally joined him.
Gavin said to Nikita as he helped her wash her fair back.
"Take a shower and get some rest. We'll try to get up early tomorrow morning."
"I know I'll get up as soon as it's light. You're more worried about whether you'll stay in bed longer, darling."
Nikita forced a smile, then turned around and gave Gavin a quick wash.
Gavin didn't sleep very well that night either.
The next morning, at around 6:50 a.m., just as the sun was rising, the sun rose.
Three helicopters then left the manor, flying sideways in the suggested direction.
Meanwhile, in the prison area.
6:50 —
Seven-thirty————
8:20
As it approached 8:30, Eugene suddenly sat up in bed and quickly checked his watch.
After confirming the time, Eugene let out a frustrated sigh of alcohol. Damn it, without William acting as his alarm clock, he had slept so comfortably, but he had also completely overslept!
So he slapped his face hard and left the cell where he had rested the night before.
"Hey!"
Ding ding ding!!
Eugene, carrying a hammer, slammed it heavily against the steel doors of the other cells, yelling at his men.
"Stop fucking sleeping, you bunch of idiots! It's almost nine o'clock! How long do you want the boss to wait for us? I don't want him kicking my ass with his boots, you piece of shit!"
"Don't fucking be stupid, Eugene, put down that damn hammer and stop hitting it! Are you trying to kill me with noise?!"
As soon as Eugene finished speaking, Abraham, who had just returned from the bathroom with wet hair, yelled at him.
"You're the fucking last one to wake up! I even washed my hair waiting for you. How much did you drink last night, you idiot!"
While cursing, Abraham walked up to Eugene and patted Eugene's buttocks in an annoyed manner.
Upon hearing this, Eugene froze for a moment, then quickly looked toward the cell where everyone was resting.
Sure enough, most people were awake.
And everyone looked at him as if he were a fool.
Under the gazes of the crowd, Eugene swallowed awkwardly and asked helplessly.
"How much did I drink yesterday? Was I drunk? Wait, how did I sleep yesterday? Where did I sleep?"
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"Fuck, you fucking blacked out!"
Hearing Eugene's words, Abraham smacked Eugene on the back in annoyance, while Eugene rolled his eyes and rubbed his red hair.
Seeing Eugene's utterly embarrassed expression, Martin remained silent for a moment in the cell not far away, then raised his walkie-talkie to Eugene and cursed.
"You're awake, right? The walkie-talkie has been ringing for almost two minutes, but so far we're only getting static."
"Obviously, the boss is probably looking for us with his men. You'd better go wash your face and get ready to contact him."
"You son of a bitch, I'm never dragging you drinking again! You turn into a brainless idiot when you drink, and I bet you'll die from alcohol sooner or later!"
"If we could wake you up no matter what, we should have left the prison at least half an hour ago. You've wasted a lot of time!"
"I'll tell the boss about this. You'd better be prepared to get in trouble with him. Don't expect me to cover for you; you're absolutely stupid when you're drunk!"
"etc!"
Hearing Martin's words, Eugene abruptly interrupted him, then looked at the walkie-talkie at his waist and continued to ask.
"You mean our walkie-talkies are already producing static?"
"That's right, it rings about once every minute. It's already rung twice. I estimate that the signal strength will be strong enough for normal calls in a little while."
Martin put away his walkie-talkie and gave Eugene a disgruntled look.
Feeling annoyed, he rubbed his face.
Although they weren't in any real danger while in prison last night, they still felt quite depressed.
The more repressed and uneasy they felt, the more excessively they drank.
As a result, they ended up drinking until after midnight, and even Martin himself drank quite a bit.
Martin tried to respond, saying that it seemed only Father Hogan hadn't been drinking last night, damn it, thankfully there was still a reliable person on guard duty.
With that thought in mind, Martin stood up and left the cell, walking toward the window where Father Hogan was.
Father Hogan leaned against the wall, looking dejected.
Noticing Martin approaching, Father Hogan roused himself and forced a smile at Martin.
Martin sighed softly, approached the priest with an apologetic expression, and said with a wry smile.
"I'm sorry, Father, you've had a long day."
"It's nothing, kid, but it's best not to do it again next time. Although I won't say something as annoying as 'alcohol is a shortcut to Satan,' I think we need to be more sober to go further in the end times."
"Indeed, it was my fault. If we bastards hadn't met Boss Gavin, even if we had survived, we would probably have died from our countless bad habits."
Martin reluctantly accepted the priest's words, sighing and scolding himself.
At the same time, the walkie-talkie finally crackled to life.
"Buzz buzz buzz—Gavin—report—personnel casualties—you—buzz buzz buzz!"
This time, it wasn't just the sound of an electric microphone that was being transmitted; clearly, Gavin was continuing to approach him.
Martin quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and responded to Gavin.
"Boss, this is Martin. All eight of us are safe and currently resting in prison!"
According to Martin, it was about 30 kilometers away.
Hearing the voice mixed with electrical current coming from the walkie-talkie, Gavin perked up and replied happily.
"In prison, huh? Very well, wait for me, I'll be there soon!"
Gavin finally put down the walkie-talkie and gave a relaxed smile.
Damn it, he's been waiting for this news for far too long!
Not long ago, he brought three helicopters to the vicinity of the horde of zombies that had blocked the road the previous night, and arranged for the helicopters to disperse and search forward along other roads near the zombie blockade.
Aside from the sporadic appearances of zombies, he hadn't seen any clues that could connect him to the convoy.
This lack of news undoubtedly plunged Gavin back into worry, so he could only search while constantly turning on the intercom, hoping for a response.
Fortunately, the message I wanted finally arrived. Damn it, although the voice coming from the walkie-talkie was intermittent, I could still make out the key words.
Without a doubt, there were no casualties in the convoy, and the location was the prison. It seems that the original convoy had already broken through the zombie horde and reached the prison, but was just temporarily unable to return.
At this point, the three planes were heading towards the prison from different directions at the same time.
About fifteen minutes later, helicopters at full speed gathered above the prison.
On the prison's exercise yard, watching the helicopter getting closer overhead, Martin leaned against the hood of the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and rolled his eyes at Eugene.
"Get ready to get yelled at, Eugene. If neither of us had drunk too much, or at least you hadn't, we'd be almost home by now. We wouldn't need the boss to come looking for us!"
"Ugh—Fuck, don't fucking remind me of what I'm going to get yelled at. You think I'm afraid of that quarterback? I'm Eugene Lampard, I'm not afraid of anyone, and we haven't lost anything, why should I be afraid? I just had a few drinks!!!"
At this point, Eugene rubbed his head vigorously.
And Martin—
He glanced at Eugene, then shook his head with amusement, and chuckled as he cursed.
"If you're not scared, then stop shaking your leg! What are you shaking for, you idiot!"
"Bullshit, can't I just have an old injury on my leg? I—"
"Eugene, Martin, I can see you. The area around the prison looks good. One helicopter will be landing soon. It's good to see you again, guys!"
Before Eugene and Martin could finish speaking, Gavin's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
Immediately afterwards, one of the three helicopters in the sky also began to descend.
As the helicopter drew closer, Eugene swallowed hard, then instinctively lowered his head, barely daring to look at the approaching plane again.
Martin threw away his cigarette and left the front of the car, standing there looking up at the sky until the helicopter descended to about fifteen meters below the ground, while Gavin jumped off the helicopter via a zipline.
Boom!
Gavin landed heavily on the ground.
Eugene, shaking his leg, struggled toward Gavin.
Seeing Eugene's strange expression, Gavin raised his hand to press down on his cowboy hat and said softly.
"Eugene, what's with that 'I'm dying' look on your face? Did you get pounced on by some female zombie again yesterday?"
At this point, Gavin couldn't help but glance at Eugene's pants.
Noticing Gavin's gaze, Eugene paused for a moment, then quickly growled at Gavin.
"Hey boss, what are you looking at? My pants are fine!"
"Yeah, no problem at all. So what's with that shitty look on your face, Martin? What happened?"
Gavin turned to Martin halfway through his questioning and continued to ask him questions.
Faced with Gavin's question, Martin took a deep breath, then, amidst the roar of the propellers, shouted at Gavin.
"Boss, Eugene and I drank too much last night. Damn it, we wasted a lot of time, otherwise we might be home by now!"
Hearing Martin's words, Eugene breathed a long sigh of relief.
Martin, that jerk, actually had a point; he didn't just throw himself out, hehe~
And Gavin.
Upon hearing Martin's explanation, he immediately turned around and glared at Eugene without any politeness!
Eugene chuckled awkwardly and said helplessly.
"Sorry, boss, I—I'll drink less next time, I promise."
"Screw your certificate, I'll deal with you when we get back!"
Gavin cursed under his breath, then raised his hand and patted the shield before continuing.
"Now, get in the car and go home with the helicopter!"
"William's so nervous, Winnie's eating breakfast is even less than usual. And you, Barn, your girlfriend is almost arguing with me because of you. I can't stand women chattering in front of me!"
"Just get in the car quickly, let's go home first, we'll talk about everything else when we get there!"
At this point, Gavin pointed to two cars, and Eugene and his men quickly got into the cars.
Seeing that the vehicle was ready, Gavin nodded and climbed back into the helicopter using the rope.
The team, consisting of three planes and two cars, finally left the prison and headed home.
Although Steve had simply lured away the zombie horde on the way back last night, there were still some zombies left on the road by morning.
Fortunately, with the three helicopters operating simultaneously, and after several more attempts to clear the way for the vehicles, the convoy passed through yesterday's interception area without taking any risks.
So, around 10 a.m.
The convoy and helicopters finally returned to the front of the manor.
When they returned, the workers in the manor were already waiting around the manor.
As soon as the convoy pulled into the garage, the men rushed into the warehouse. The moment Scarface Barn got out of the car, his lover Adele threw herself into his arms.
Gavin, who had returned to the third floor from the rooftop, saw this scene but did not urge his men to continue working.
Gavin was somewhat displeased that Eugene and Martin, those two bastards, had drunk too much outside and hadn't made it home from jail by nearly nine o'clock.
Overall, the team was separated for one night, but then returned with all members intact.
This event alone has already brought an immeasurable boost to the morale of the camp.
Gavin knew that if the field team didn't return home at night again, he might not need to lead an extra team out to search for them. Today's example was enough to calm most of the team members' anxiety about such incidents.
Gavin then strode down the corridor to the hall and spoke to the excited camp members from a distance.
"Guys!"
He clapped his hands twice, drawing everyone's attention, and then spoke.
"These bastards worried us all night, but that worry has led to this excitement, hasn't it?"
"So, let's all rest for the remaining two hours this morning and have a good chat with our field team members who we just got back!"
"Especially you, Adele, I guess you and Barn need more than just a hug; you also need a soundproof bedroom. I'd personally sponsor you three condoms, or maybe five?"
"Pfft, haha!"
"Boss~"
"Boss, you're such a smooth talker!"
"Five isn't enough, Barn needs at least ten!"
"Long live the boss!"
"rest!"
What should we eat for lunch?
Hearing the cheers of his men, Gavin clapped his hands again, amused, to silence their noise.
"Alright, stop wasting your rest time here. Go and have a heart-to-heart talk with the guys who just got back."
"Besides that, Eugene and Martin, you two come with me, I have something to talk to you about."
"And Sean and your two trainees, take a break. This afternoon we're going to take a look around Shepard Military Base!"
"That's settled then, Eugene and Martin, let's talk in my room!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin turned around and strode towards his room.
Watching Gavin's retreating figure, Eugene swallowed hard, his steps suddenly faltering.
Martin kicked Eugene's leg in annoyance and said to Eugene.
"Stop fucking standing there, get out of here! Do you want the boss waiting for you in the room?!"
"What the hell? He's not even having the meeting with us in the lobby anymore. What's he up to? Do you think we're going to walk out of his room standing up?"
Eugene couldn't help but mutter something, while Martin raised his knee and nudged Eugene's butt, cursing.
"Don't be so scared. The boss can't just eat us alive. Just admit your mistake!"
"I know—I know, but—damn it, my legs are a bit weak, I must have drunk too much—"
Eugene hesitated for two steps forward, finally managing to get his gait back to normal.
Immediately afterwards, amidst the extremely curious gazes of the others, the two of them slipped into Gavin's room.
How could the guys not be curious? After all, this was the first time Gavin had ever spoken to anyone else in his own room.
You know, Gavin usually talks business openly in the lobby, so why is he chatting behind closed doors this time?
Immediately, the guys who stayed at home hurriedly inquired with the field staff.
While people indulged their curiosity, Father Hogan, looking exhausted, left the crowd and went back to his room to rest.
He stood guard all night last night!
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