hsntnovel Chapter 201 Anne Bonnet 6666~
Chapter 201 Anne Bonnet 6666~
Chapter 201 Anne Bonnet 6666~
Hearing Abel inhale, Arturo, who was missing his basket, grinned, patted his old friend's hand, and said.
"Hey buddy, what are you inhaling for? Are you scared of the boss?"
"Of course I'm scared, but I don't know why!"
After a moment's thought, the bald man Abel hesitated before answering Arturo.
"Even though our boss has always been like that—very angry when he's angry, and very gentle when he's gentle—I always feel a little breathless when I see him!"
At this point, Abel took another deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Arturo responded with a sneer.
"What nonsense are you spouting, buddy? 'Not getting angry is of course being mild'—that's utterly pointless!"
"Never mind if what I'm saying is nonsense, aren't you afraid of the boss? I feel like you just tightened up that tattered basket skin, you idiot!"
Abel cursed at Arturo, who paused slightly before nodding helplessly in response.
"Yes, I'm afraid of him too. I don't know why, maybe it's because of that crow—"
Speaking of this, Arturo couldn't help but recall that whenever he looked at Gavin, the first thing he saw was not Gavin's eyes, but the great raven's pair of dark black eyes!
So he scratched his crotch, and continued speaking with a pained expression.
"That raven that the boss has looks really unusual. It loves to perch on the boss's shoulder. I don't read mythology much, but I can't help but feel like I'm starting to believe in the Norse pantheon."
"I can't help but suspect that the reason our leader is here is because he's extraordinary. I bet he might be Odin reincarnated!"
"Yes, that's right, Odin. Look, he has scars on his eyes too; he almost went blind!"
"That ridiculous Father Hogan wants to build a church? I bet his church will be a disgrace in the future camp. There will definitely be more people who believe in Odin, or rather, more people who believe in the boss!"
"Speaking of which, Abel, what do you think about setting up a damn Odin Church right here in the camp?!"
At this point, Arturo took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
After a slight pause, Abel couldn't help but slap Arturo's leg hard.
Snapped!
"Holy shit, why the hell are you hitting me? You hit my basket! That fucking hurts!"
Arturo cursed loudly, and after a brief moment of stiffness, Abel grabbed Arturo's hand and said...
"Are you fucking crazy, buddy? We've never even been to a church, how could we possibly manage some Odin Church!"
"So, bald guy, do those Christian priests start chanting Hallelujah while they're still in their mother's womb?"
Arturo grinned and continued to persuade Abel.
"Look at us, bald guy, what are we in this camp?"
"I'm a fucking idiot with no baskets, nobody respects me, and you're just a moron who used to be in gangs, even my sister looks down on you."
"The two of us combined are not as successful as Adriana. At least she has become a key member of the field team, with her own comrades and loyal admirers."
"But what about us? Once I'm fully recovered, will we just continue to be nobody in the camp, milking cows, hoeing the ground, planting vegetables, and doing farm work every day?"
"It's not that I don't want to do those things, it's all for the sake of survival, nothing is shameful."
"But why can't we live better?"
"Father Hogan seems determined to stick to his Protestant ways, but besides Protestantism, our camp doesn't have any other emerging faiths yet. We can definitely seize the initiative!"
"Besides, we're praying to Odin, or rather, we're praying to our boss. Even if he gets angry, he wouldn't kill us, would he?"
"Our boss isn't the Corpse King from Warhammer 40000. He can't just kill us because we treat him like a god, can he? Even if he doesn't like this kind of thing, at most it's just punishment. But what punishment could be more terrifying than me losing a basket?"
"So believe me, this matter has great potential. Although there are few people in the camp now, if we start early enough, and the camp grows larger, we'll be big shots in the Odin Cult, won't we!"
"Besides, what if the boss likes this style? Wouldn't we suddenly become his favorites?"
"So, bald guy, listen to me, let's do it!"
At this point, Arturo excitedly grabbed Abel's hand.
Abel swallowed hard. He noticed that Arturo's palms were sweaty, even though he was missing a basket!
This discovery made him purse his lips, and he replied nervously.
"The two of us—can we really do it?"
"Why not, buddy? When you have some free time, go to the study and find some more mythology books. Let's memorize all of them, at least to the point where we can fool people."
Arturo continued his explanation to Abel with great enthusiasm.
"My injury isn't serious, so you don't need to stay by my side every day. If the camp doesn't have enough mythology books, then you can join one of those field missions that don't go far and go to a nearby town to find a bookstore or something."
"Believe me, this is absolutely a huge opportunity. I can almost picture people calling us Pope, haha!"
"It's settled then, buddy. Go to the study and look for it now, let's get started!"
"Uh...wow!"
Looking at Arturo at this moment, Abel was stunned for a moment before he couldn't help but swallow again.
He stared into Arturo's eyes and said.
"Arturo, you surprise me. Your eyes are like they're burning with fire."
"When did you become so motivated? It's unbelievable!"
"Or is it that a man's potential is entirely controlled by these two baskets, and that he becomes powerful once he loses one of them?"
"I remember the German mustache was missing a basket too. God, you're not going to turn into that kind of monster, are you?"
Abel looked at Arturo with concern, while Arturo narrowed his eyes suspiciously and asked.
"Dude, you know history? Are you sure Little Mustache is missing a basket? You're not kidding, are you?"
"Of course not, I remember it clearly. Everyone was cursing Little Mustache, but who wouldn't want to be like him—charming, invincible? That guy was my idol!"
The two immediately started talking about the basket, and while they were having an exciting conversation, Gavin brought Winnie to the training field.
When he saw Gavin arrive, Horst, who was practicing his shooting, paused for a moment and quickly put down his gun to come to Gavin's side.
"Boss, you're here!"
"Hmm, practicing shooting? Let me see the target paper."
Jarvan patted Horst on the shoulder, and Horst strode over to the field to retrieve the target paper.
Gavin took the target paper and saw more than twenty messy bullet holes. He then asked a question.
"How many guns are in one group?"
"Thirty shots, boss."
"Oh, that's a bit low accuracy. You need to keep practicing. How many meters is that?"
"Fifty-meter target, boss."
"Hmm, that's too low. Only 26 shots hit the target, and only 14 shots were within the six rings. However, there were four shots that hit the ten rings. If they weren't just lucky, then they still have some potential."
Gavin patted Horst on the shoulder, and Horst immediately nodded, glancing nervously at the raven.
"Boss, I don't know how I hit those bullseyes, I guess I just got lucky."
As soon as he finished speaking, Horst looked a little disappointed, while Gavin shook his head and comforted him.
"It's a good thing to hit the bullseye. Just enjoy the feeling of hitting the bullseye and remember that feeling."
"Now that you're used to the feeling of firing a gun, stop practicing alone like this."
"When you're resting at night, take some time to ask Feng, Steve, or other former soldiers to teach you how to fire a gun and help you report the target."
"Practice by looking at the target one shot at a time, and savor each shot to understand the difference between hitting the target and missing it. This kind of training will help you achieve a breakthrough."
"Apart from that, the indoor firing range is still a bit too close, with the furthest target only being 120 meters away."
"By the time your punishment period is over, the outdoor shooting range will probably be completed. You can practice outside then."
At this point, Gavin patted Horst on the shoulder.
Horst swallowed hard, then looked at Gavin with a troubled expression.
Noticing Horst's gaze, Gavin licked his lips and asked with a light laugh.
Are you worried they won't talk to you?
"I----"
Horst was somewhat speechless. He knew his status in the camp; apart from Adriana, it was already a great honor for anyone else to even greet him.
Not to mention practicing shooting with him.
Thinking of this, Horst nodded helplessly.
After chuckling, Gavin led Horst and Winnie to another shooting position and looked at the target in the distance.
"Host, I'll practice shooting with Winnie for a while. Could you report the target for us and change the target paper as well?"
"Just like everyone else, buddy, since you like being at the shooting range, why not offer to help others when they're practicing?"
"Believe me, the atmosphere at the camp is already great. As long as you're willing to lend a hand, someone will always respond to you."
"We're all people who like guns, so it's normal for us to help each other out. Don't feel like others look down on you, and don't worry about being isolated. Most isolation can be broken, but it requires self-control and more initiative, so be more enthusiastic."
At this point, Gavin patted Horst on the backside and then pointed to the target in the distance.
After a brief moment of stiffness, Horst nodded heavily and then hurriedly changed Gavin's target paper.
Looking at Horst bustling about in the distance, Winnie checked the rifles on the gun mount as she spoke to Gavin.
"Boss, you looked just like Teacher Hela, but Teacher Hela teaches children, while you teach adults. You're definitely better than Teacher Hela, hehe~"
"Huh? Is that what you think? But adults are actually much easier to teach than children, as long as you make sure your position is such that they have to listen to you."
Gavin rubbed Winnie's head and then led her in practicing her marksmanship.
Winnie was absolutely right. This little girl's marksmanship was truly impressive. She could hit the target every time with her rifle iron sights at 120 meters, and the probability of hitting within the six rings was over 80%.
In addition, she can even lock the 8-ring on a 30-meter pistol target and the 6-ring on a 50-meter target. This is no ordinary child; even Horst is not as good as her!
Seeing this, Gavin was genuinely pleasantly surprised; this girl was truly talented.
Keep in mind that Winnie probably doesn't even weigh 80 pounds right now. With that kind of weight, she'd be incredibly vulnerable to recoil.
To achieve such good results, it can only be said that this little girl already has experience and skills in dealing with recoil. Since the little girl is indeed talented and also likes to shoot, Gavin simply took her to shoot for an hour, and they fired more than 300 rounds of pistols and rifles together.
The little girl's shoulders were completely numb before the event was finally over.
As for Horst, he diligently helped change the target paper for more than an hour.
Watching the busy Horst, Gavin couldn't help but grin; the power of Puxi was indeed extraordinary.
When he first arrived at the camp, Horst looked miserable and resentful, almost like he was going to go crazy.
As a result, after Adriana fell asleep, Horst completely reformed!
So Horst wasn't mentally ill at all; he was simply suffering from sexual repression!
Thinking about it, it makes sense. In fact, most of the resentment in ordinary people comes from sexual repression. To be precise, sexuality can become the outlet for most negative emotions.
So, watching Horst bustling around, Gavin couldn't help but frown.
There is still a shortage of female personnel at the camp!
If the male-to-female ratio in the camp can reach 1:1.5 or even 1:2, then 99% of the problems will disappear, especially the psychological ones among the members!
With this in mind, Gavin took Winnie to the end of their shooting practice.
Winnie went back to the kitchen to help her mother cook, while Gavin went back to the living room to rest.
With only an hour and a half left until six o'clock, the guys who were still outside gradually returned.
After Gavin took a break, the first group to return was the lake salvage team led by Lao Feng.
After the three returned, they saw Gavin in the hall. Old Feng immediately told the others to rest while he sat down next to Gavin.
"Finally back! How was your day, Feng?"
Seeing Lao Feng sit down, Gavin, holding his electrical engineering books, asked Lao Feng a question.
Old Feng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, shakily lit it and then showed Gavin his trembling hand.
"Boss, I spent the whole afternoon pulling corpses out of the lake. Damn it, look at my hands, they're like they've been practicing rope climbing all day in the army!"
"Ha, rope climbing, huh? You've got some tough work, buddy."
Gavin smiled, took out a cigarette, and smoked it with Lao Feng.
Gavin quipped, watching the smoke billowing from Lao Feng's mouth.
"But you seem to be doing well lately. Has Xiao Cao stopped bothering you about your smoking?"
"Hey, my wife isn't ignoring me anymore. It's the end of the world now, so there's no point in us arguing about things anymore."
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Old Feng flicked his cigarette ash as he explained to Gavin.
"Besides, we both smoked before we had a child, and we quit smoking to have a child. As a result, we haven't smoked for two or three years."
"As for now, boss, I admit that the pressure of living is indeed quite great. Xiao Cao and I are both a bit overwhelmed, and we occasionally sneak away from the kids to smoke a few cigarettes."
"By the way, putting that aside, while I was cleaning the yacht today, I had an interesting thought with Sean and his team's Trident pilots!"
At this point, amidst the smoke, Lao Feng chatted with Gavin about his experience with alcohol and his cold.
Gavin frowned as he listened to Lao Feng's story, and his frown remained until Lao Feng finished speaking.
Old Feng talked for quite a while before finally offering advice to Gavin.
"Boss, once the astronauts return, we can have them prepare some strong liquor in advance."
"If they manage to land safely in Livingston Lake, they can get themselves drunk in the landing capsule; that might increase their chances of survival!"
"yes!"
Following Lao Feng's advice, Gavin took the cigarette and tapped it heavily on the ashtray.
"Looking back, it seems that every one of us survivors experienced fever and intoxication on the night the apocalypse broke out!"
Gavin was a little excited, after all, the astronauts had always been a source of anxiety for him.
He genuinely hoped the astronauts would land safely, but he was also worried that, after surviving the ordeal, the astronauts might become zombies after breathing in air contaminated with fungi.
Examples of purely folk remedies like alcohol and fever may not have any scientific support.
But with the conditions we have now, why the hell do we still pursue scientific support?
So, after talking with Lao Feng, Gavin immediately went to the broadcasting room, recorded his conversation with Lao Feng, and handed it over to Xiao Hei zt, who was in charge of broadcasting.
While writing down the content, zt propped up the radio station and rolled his eyes at Gavin out of boredom.
"Boss!"
zt then asked.
"Do you think anyone can still hear our broadcasts? I sit here every day, and I feel a bit lost because there's no response at all."
"Logically speaking, after so much time has passed, the survivors outside should have regained control of the radio by now!"
"But I haven't received a single signal, sigh!"
Don't be discouraged!
Seeing that ZT was clearly a bit dejected, Gavin reached out and put his arm around the little black guy's shoulder.
"I know your job is boring, buddy. Even though you were doing private radio before the apocalypse, at least you got feedback from listeners back then."
"As for now, you don't get any feedback at all, and your work has changed from oral presentations to pre-recorded broadcasts, which is even more boring."
"But I have to say, man, look at our recent new recruits, including Edward and his group—almost all of them have heard your broadcast!"
"Although radio stations are common, not many people know how to use them. Survivors outside will only focus on communication after their survival needs are fully met, and radio stations will not be their first search target."
"However, I believe this situation will change. As time goes by and the apocalypse lasts longer, there will definitely be more and more radio waves outside."
"By then, we will surely be able to contact other survival camps far away and establish a new wireless communication network belonging to us post-apocalyptic people, we—"
Sizzle————
Just as Gavin finished speaking, suddenly, the radio in front of them emitted a crackling electrical noise.
The sound made Gavin freeze in place!
ZT was also stunned. He looked at Gavin in disbelief and said...
"Fuck, boss, what was that sound just now?"
"You're asking me? I don't know! I don't know anything about radios! So what is that sound!"
Gavin stared at ZT, who, after a brief moment of stunned silence, lunged at the radio, nervously pressing the control knob, and asked Gavin a question.
"Boss, are we filming a movie? We were talking on the radio outside, and then we got a power disturbance and a remote call?"
"I fucking told you not to ask me, I don't understand these things. What do you think? Was that noise just now really our channel being connected?"
Gavin answered while simultaneously punching zt.
zt swallowed hard, then replied stiffly.
"I'm not sure, boss, but if someone is calling us, I'll have to turn off the radio to make any contact!"
"Shut it down!"
Gavin quickly gave the order, and zt confirmed it with red eyes.
"Are we really going to turn off our broadcast? Maybe it was just a signal problem. If no one contacts us—"
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"Fuck you, I told you to turn it off! It's just a broadcast, it's not like you can't restart it after turning it off, just turn it off now!"
Zizizi!
Before Gavin could finish speaking, a new disturbance suddenly came from the radio station in front of him.
The moment the sound rang out, zt immediately turned off the radio and then quickly adjusted the frequency to search for the disturbance signal.
Gavin, meanwhile, pressed his hand firmly against the table, licking his lips expectantly as he spoke.
"No way, could someone really have contacted us? If so, oh my god, that would be amazing! I've been waiting for this day for so long!"
Zizi!
"Haha, boss, listen! Someone's definitely short-circuiting with us. This is definitely another radio station. We've found new survivors! Haha!"
The new electrical disturbance completely woke up the previously bored ZT, and his voice even sounded like he was rapping!
As he moved, the external wireless signal was quickly locked, and then a slightly aged voice came from the radio in front of Gavin!
"Buzz—Gavin, is that you, Gavin!"
The moment Gavin heard the sound, the hairs on his body stood on end.
The guy on the other end of the radio knows me!
ZT jumped up from his seat and shouted excitedly at Gavin.
"Ah, boss, they're acquaintances of yours. They know you, they—"
"Shut up! Everyone in America knows me. Whether they're even acquaintances or not is another matter!"
Gavin, who was originally excited, calmed down after being disturbed by zt. He picked up the communicator and tentatively spoke.
"Hello, this is Gavin. Unknown survivors, it's great to get in touch with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin put down the intercom and waited anxiously.
The next moment, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the radio in front of him!
The cheers came from men and women, young and old, some shrill and some muffled, making Gavin feel as if he were hearing the voices of another camp.
After the cheers subsided briefly, the same slightly aged voice came through the radio, saying...
"Hello Gavin, I feel so fortunate to hear your voice in this world. Perhaps God is watching over us!"
"I'm Anne, child, do you remember me? Anne Bonet!"
"Mazefackle, Mrs. Anne, thank goodness, you're alive!!!"
At that moment, Gavin suddenly burst into a cheer!
On the other end of the radio, after a brief silence, the aged voice spoke to Gavin.
"Yes, Gavin, I'm still alive, even if I'd rather give up my old life for my grandchildren to live in my place."
"Unfortunately, that's just wishful thinking on my part, my little friend. I'm Annie, and I live at Ranch 6666!"
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