Doomsday America.

Chapter 222 Father and Son in Crisis, Gates of Heaven

Chapter 222 Father and Son in Crisis, Gates of Heaven (10k)

"Is this our target today: an interconnected substation for a large hydroelectric power station?"

Looking at the massive water pipelines and other giant facilities of the reservoir power station in the distance, and then at the sizable complex of buildings and a series of power generation base stations and substations in front of us.

Edward opened the car window, took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked at the entire area of ​​the substation while holding the cigarette.

As he was observing, suddenly, a few cold water droplets fell from the sky and landed on his forehead, making him instinctively shiver.

"Is it raining?"

Edward turned his head suspiciously and looked at Gavin in the passenger seat.

Gavin glanced at the few water droplets on the car window and nodded slightly.

"Yes, it's raining."

As he spoke, Gavin opened the car door, raised his hand to catch the raindrops in the air, and felt the sensation of the raindrops falling on his palm.

In the back seat, Nikita, holding the shotgun, looked at her clothes and said regretfully to Gavin.

"Honey, I think I wore the wrong clothes. I should have worn a leather jacket."

Upon hearing this, Gavin looked at Nikita, who was indeed wearing a dark blue denim jacket, light black jeans, metal calf protectors, and a pair of high-top yellow leather boots.

This outfit allows for complete movement, but it's clearly not waterproof.

Gavin pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then pointed to Edward's driver's seat and said.

"Niki, you stay in the car and drive. By the way, have you learned to drive yet?"

"I think I've got it. Although I don't have a driver's license yet, driving on the grassland shouldn't be a problem."

Nikita shrugged her thin shoulders and glanced at the driver's seat.

Over the past three to five days, she had indeed taken the time, under Diana's guidance, to drive around Gavin's huge garage and the meadows near the estate many times.

To say I'm particularly good at it would be an exaggeration, given the extremely limited number of kilometers I've driven.

But Nikita was clever; she focused on practicing starting the vehicle as quickly as possible and making reckless U-turns without considering road conditions.

In this way, even though she hadn't driven much, her relatively proficient skills in emergency starts and U-turns gave Nikita the courage to stand up and say that she could drive!

Seeing that Nikita had confirmed the situation, Gavin nodded and then called to Jonathan in the back seat.

"Alright, that's settled then. You stay in the car and be ready to provide backup at any time, Jonathan. We should move out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his hand, drew his longsword, and twirled it lightly in his hand.

The substation in front of us is an entire indoor battlefield, with a structure similar to a prison. Just by looking in from the outside, you can see countless corridors and individual rooms.

In this environment, Gavin only needed a pistol to protect himself. As for dealing with zombies, he believed that his longsword would be very effective as long as the zombies did not swarm.

Most importantly, Gavin also wants to utilize the substation.

So he continued to greet the men.

"Once we're inside the substation, I'll lead the way. You all need to provide cover. If you absolutely must fire, try your best not to damage any equipment inside the substation. Of course, our safety is the top priority!"

"receive!"

Edward nodded readily, then left the shotgun in the car, carrying only his usual rifle.

When someone is clearing the way and needs cover, a shotgun is definitely not as good as a rifle. After all, shotguns are too easy to accidentally fire stray bullets indoors, whether it's hitting teammates or damaging equipment.

As for Jonathan, being a professional cowboy, he wasn't used to weapons like automatic rifles, so he only carried four revolvers, positioned at his waist and on his sides.

After checking his own firearms, he raised his hand and waved to the three people who got out of another car.

Otto grinned at Jonathan's greeting and then pulled out his fire axe.

"Believe me, I can kill at least ten zombies with this thing, ten!"

As he spoke, Otto strode over to Gavin's side and continued speaking to him.

"Boss, I'll clear the way with you!"

"no problem."

Gavin nodded in response to Otto's words. Eugene, carrying HK416, came to the center of the group and looked at the substation, pondering.

"Boss, we've been planning to deal with this substation for a long time, or rather, from the very first day we arrived at the farm."

"According to our estimation, the total number of employees in this substation is no more than 130, especially since the apocalypse broke out at 3 a.m., the number of employees who could stay at the substation was even smaller."

"So, I guess there probably aren't even fifty or sixty zombies in the substation."

"It feels like we're wasting our manpower by coming here in such large numbers."

At this point, Eugene took the cigar Martin offered and casually stuffed it into his mouth.

Martin chuckled as he lit his cigar and lazily looked up at the sky.

"Hurry up, boss, the rain is going to get heavier in a bit."

"Okay, let's go."

Gavin waved, then picked up his longsword and walked toward the substation gate.

Nikita and Li Qing remained in the driver's seat of the two pickup trucks, ready to provide backup at any time.

Arriving at the substation gate, Gavin kicked the tightly closed door.

Eugene then stepped out appropriately and fiddled with the door latch for a while with his tools.

Click!

About forty seconds later, the gate connected to the wire fence opened, and Eugene put away his tools and said with a smile.

"Mazefak, it's been so long since you've done this kind of work, you're rusty!"

"Heh, you're already pretty good, sniper. I had no idea you snipers needed to learn this."

Edward made a joke, then reached out and opened the door, while Gavin and Otto walked into the substation one after the other.

As Gavin approached the substation, he adjusted the angle of his cowboy hat, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting it.

"We can't hear any zombie activity at all. This feels a bit dangerous. After we open the door, let's fire a few shots at the entrance to attract the attention of the ordinary hunters inside the substation."

"receive."

After Martin nodded, he simply walked past Gavin to the front door, pulled out the short-barreled shotgun hanging on his waistband, and fired a shot at each of the door hinges of the substation building.

After the gunfire subsided, Martin reloaded his shotgun, then fired two more shots at the door lock before pulling open the creaking door and peering into the dark interior.

The first thing you see is the security office and reception room, and the narrow corridor between the two rooms.

Because of poor lighting and no electricity, the room was extremely dark, so Gavin turned on the flashlight hanging around his neck.

The others also turned on their flashlights, and the first beam of light shone into the room, landing on a zombie standing blankly by the security room reception window.

The zombie's skin looked fantastic. Although he was a bit bald, his light blue shirt and trousers were still neatly worn.

"Wow, aha, look at it, it's an ambush predator, it must be!"

"He's probably terribly confused right now, unsure whether to attack us or not. He's unsure if he should even come closer!"

Eugene smiled and shone his flashlight on the zombie, causing it to let out a fierce howl.

Its body also began to convulse rapidly.

After a brief twitch, the zombie slammed into the reception window, smashing the glass and squeezing its upper body out of the narrow opening.

The shards of glass and the window frame tore his shirt apart, leaving huge gashes on his skin from which blood gushed out.

Watching the zombie, its body quickly stained red, squeeze out of the small window and fall to the ground, then ferociously scramble to its feet and charge towards them, Gavin curled his lip and raised his hand, pinning the blade of his sword in the direction of the zombie.

The zombie stumbled and ran desperately, but when it got within two meters of Gavin, Gavin thrust his two-handed greatsword forward with one hand.

puff!

After a muffled thud, the greatsword's blade easily pierced the zombie's jaw, and then, with a powerful flick of his right hand, he sent the zombie flying with a single, forceful motion, piercing its skull.

Its skull also made a cracking sound as it could no longer bear the weight, then quickly shattered, allowing Gavin to draw his longsword.

After slamming his longsword down hard, shaking off most of the blood and brain matter, Gavin frowned, listened intently for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.

"I can hear footsteps approaching; it seems there are only a dozen or so."

"Roger that, boss."

Edward and Martin circled around to Gavin and Otto's sides, openly adopting shooting stances and aiming their guns at the end of the corridor ahead.

About ten seconds later, two zombies stumbled out and were immediately pinned to the heads by Eugene and Edward.

However, just as these two zombies fell, several more zombies followed suit. The end of the corridor was a T-shaped structure, with zombies running out from both sides.

Even so, their numbers were not enough to break through Edward and Eugene's blockade.

The corridor was less than 25 meters long, and within that distance, Edward and Eugene's rifles were almost always on target; it would be difficult for them to miss.

In this way, the two of them used only forty-odd bullets to shoot down all sixteen zombies. The zombie closest to Gavin and Otto was still eight or nine meters away from them.

However, the wait was not over. The gunshots inside the substation carried much further, and the zombies in most of the substation could probably hear the sound, which was enough to attract their attention.

The group stood at the door for another six or seven minutes, dealing with three waves of zombies in a row. Edward emptied two or three magazines, Eugene emptied two, and then shot down a total of fifty-two zombies.

The corridor was already filled with corpses, but Gavin was used to seeing similar scenes.

After smoking a cigarette and confirming that no more zombies were coming, Gavin threw down his cigarette butt, stepped into the corridor, and said into his phone.

"This number is probably about right. Let's go in and take a look, clean each room."

"I'll say it again: try not to use guns while cleaning the room. Otto and I will split into two groups, one on the left and one on the right. You can just follow us automatically, okay?"

"no problem."

"receive."

"rest assured."

"OK."

Amid the responses from the crowd, Gavin stepped into the space between the arm and abdomen of a corpse, parted the arm to find his next foothold, and stomped his shoe into the sticky blood.

"#!"

Otto cursed. He was actually a bit of a germaphobe, and the feeling of stepping on filthy blood was really unpleasant.

Hearing Otto's curses, Gavin raised his hand and pointed to the right, gesturing to Otto.

He then stepped over the corpse and walked to the left side of the corridor.

Edward and Jonathan naturally followed behind Gavin, while Eugene and Martin followed behind Oto. The group split into two and walked further and further away down the corridor.

Find the door to each room, open it, and then clear out any lone zombies inside, or make sure there are no zombies in the room.

This kind of work, which might have been terrifying in the early days of the apocalypse, now simply doesn't interest anyone.

The search continued methodically until the two teams met at the staircase leading to the basement.

Looking down the stairs, Eugene chuckled, a cigar dangling from his lips.

"This building does indeed have a basement, but it appears to be a sealed environment, as the stairs are almost completely covered in dust, yet there isn't a single footprint."

"indeed."

Gavin glanced at the dusty staircase, pondered for a moment, and then turned back to ask.

"Has anyone seen other substations? Do all substations have underground structures, or are they enclosed underground structures like this?"

"No, I've never seen it before!"

Martin responded with a frown.

As for Edward, he licked his lips as he recalled, and said, "I've only seen power plants and power stations built by people in the Middle East, and they basically don't have any underground structures. I've also seen a few in Canada, and they have very few underground structures."

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin pursed his lips and said softly.

"What's underneath this substation? It's completely sealed off. Could it be hiding some damn protective umbrella's honeycomb down there?"

"Oh my god, boss, don't scare me!"

Gavin's words startled Jonathan. He suddenly drew two revolvers, instinctively tensing his muscles, and continued cursing.

"Honeycomb stuff, damn it! If that stuff still existed in this shitty world, we could go home, have a few good meals, and then just kill ourselves!"

"Ah, another guy who's played Resident Evil. I like that game too, but games aren't reality, and reality is a million times worse than any fantasy!"

Gavin chuckled and teased Jonathan, then continued teasing him as he walked toward the stairs.

He began to mutter to himself.

"After all, all fantasy works are subject to censorship by governments around the world. If the content is too bad, those works will just disappear into thin air, whether it's games, novels, or movies."

"But reality is different. Reality is a world where anything goes. Believe me, I've only been playing for six years and I've already seen too many terrible things, Mazefakr."

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"I don't even want to say those things, because I'm afraid you'll never be able to look at any rich person in the world the same way again, because the truth of darkness is terrifying and makes your scalp tingle, even I feel that way!"

"Believe me, the worst things you can imagine are just petty squabbles in the hands of some people."

"At least the apocalypse taught us the value of life, but in reality, wow, life has no value. Everyone is just a cold, inanimate consumable and a tool in their eyes."

At this point, Gavin had already walked down four flights of stairs and arrived in front of a closed door.

Gavin pursed his lips and bent down to look in the direction of the glass, seeing only two panes of glass that allowed him to vaguely see the door inside.

After glancing at it, he straightened up suspiciously, pointed at the glass, and spoke to the others.

"Come and see for yourselves, what is this thing? I thought there would be countless zombies and mutated zombies inside, but it looks like there's a lot of equipment, a lot of equipment!"

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Edward squeezed through to take a look, then quickly looked up and said to Gavin with amusement.

"Boss, it's a server, or rather, a large-scale web server data storage center!"

"I never imagined that such a huge thing would be hidden beneath a substation connected to a mere hydroelectric power station!"

"Given this scale, let me take a closer look. Wow, this is truly massive! The underground structures seem at least ten times the size of the above-ground structures!"

"Think about the location again, boss. I suspect this substation is a data storage center invested in by companies like Google or Oracle, or even a data service center of a military alliance."

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At this point, Edward tried to pull the door open, but there was no response.

As for the door lock, Edward carefully inspected it, then turned to Gavin and shrugged.

"I can't open this door lock, and I really don't want to force my way in. After all, although the things inside are unusable right now, I don't know much about internet technology, and I'm not sure how valuable they are."

At this point, Edward tapped the glass and then offered his suggestion.

"Boss, if one day we can find some network experts, or experts and scholars in the fields of electricity and signaling..."

"I don't know if I should call them that, but anyway, if someone can make use of this place, the servers and various chips here might become a valuable relic in the post-apocalyptic world."

"Therefore, I strongly suggest that we first try to restore power to this facility, and then try to find the password to open this door."

"I don't see many zombies inside, so it's not worth making a big fuss about. Besides, I just checked upstairs, and it seems that the electrical facilities are all upstairs. We don't need to go in here for the time being."

At this point, Edward opened the door and stood back beside Gavin.

After a brief moment of thought, Gavin nodded slightly.

"Do as you say, Edward. Let's pretend we've cleared the substation, but once the power is restored, we should still try to explore inside as much as possible."

"Looking through the door is like looking at a leopard through its spots; you can't see the whole picture."

"This substation is near our camp, and I'm worried about any accidents that might occur in an environment where fungi could grow excessively."

With that, Gavin picked up his longsword, turned around, and strode back upstairs.

The others glanced at the server inside the heavy doors before following Gavin back into the ground-level building.

Gavin didn't find it troublesome and led everyone to check the entire substation again to make sure that there were no zombies left.

Afterwards, the group took photos of all the more advanced-looking equipment, intending to take them home to experts to examine them, identify the functions of each piece of equipment, and try to find a solution to restart the substation.

After all the work was completed, it was already 9:30. The group had spent nearly 45 minutes in the substation.

And Gavin walked down that blood-stained corridor again.

It was pouring rain outside.

Through the torrential rain, Gavin saw Nikita clinging to the car window, looking at him from afar.

Nikita seemed happy to see him leave and waved to him.

Gavin had seen similar gestures and expressions on countless models, but never before had he been able to bring himself to smile as he did now.

After chuckling, Gavin sniffed; the smell of a corpse was spreading through his nostrils.

He then pointed to the corpse in the corridor and said.

"Guys, let's split into three groups and carry all the bodies out of the substation. We need to prevent the bodies from continuing to pollute the environment inside the substation."

"Yeah, it's a tough job, but we have to do it. We understand, boss."

Martin replied lazily to Gavin, then teamed up with Eugene to get busy.

Gavin, along with Jonathan, Otto, and Edward, worked in three groups, one by one, to throw the bodies outside and into the pickup truck's cargo hold through the rain.

Gavin wanted to take the burned corpse with him whenever possible; that was just his personality.

He didn't want either living or dead zombies to exist.

Even in Richard Town, if there were no aggregates, he originally planned to take an excavator there to transport the corpses away and burn them.

And now—

Looking at the workers in the heavy rain, Li Qing really didn't want to stay in the car any longer, so he tentatively rolled down the window and called out to Gavin.

"Boss, let me get out and help too."

"No need. Just sit quietly in the car. We must be ready to leave at any time if needed. That's the bottom line. You should understand what a bottom line means, right?"

Gavin responded and casually tossed the body he was carrying into the carriage.

Then he straightened up and rubbed the big crow's head.

The raven doesn't like rain, but she won't fly away alone even if Gavin is in the rain.

This made Gavin a little worried, since the raven was treating him in a way that ravens treated their mates.

Gavin heard that there was a person who raised a crane, but the crane mistook him for its husband, and almost pecked other cranes who were trying to find a husband to death.

And indeed, in the past few days, the large crow has ignored the other large crow that has been constantly courting.

this----

Thinking about this, Gavin couldn't help but laugh at himself, wondering what nonsense he was thinking.

While laughing, he instinctively patted the buttocks of the corpse in front of him.

Jonathan glanced at Gavin with surprise, because the body they had just thrown into the car was a short, thin man who looked a lot like Jonathan.

Gavin's gesture of patting Jonathan's butt really terrified him.

Gavin, turning his head, happened to see Jonathan's expression, and he shook his head with amusement.

"What are you making that face at, Joe? I was just figuring out if our car could carry all the bodies!"

"Okay, boss~"

Jonathan spread his hands and said simply.

"We definitely can't fit them all in. We can only take about forty bodies at most, especially since it's raining now. If the cargo hold is too full of bodies, it will cause flooding."

"So after we go back, we'll have to drive back again."

"But boss, that huge pile of corpses we made the day before yesterday still hasn't been burned completely, right? Will the heavy rain affect the cremation progress?"

"Um?"

When Jonathan mentioned the big fire, Gavin couldn't help but take a closer look.

He said to Jonathan, making his assessment.

"Thousands of corpses, weighing over two hundred tons, with hundreds of tons of grease alone, it certainly couldn't be burned completely in a day."

"But a lot has already burned, so we can just pour more gasoline on it after the rain stops and let it burn some more. It's fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin continued moving the cargo, filling the cargo holds of both trucks to the brim.

Then, the group drove towards home.

While they were rushing back to the estate, on the other hand, about 800 miles away from Gavin Farm, or nearly 1,400 kilometers away.

It is located near the city of Athens, about 40 kilometers from Atlanta, in a place called North High Shoal.

Two dirty motorcycles roared past on Highway 186.

The two people riding the bicycle were a father and son. The older one had a tactical PV pistol with a particularly beautiful pattern on his lower back, but it was also stained with a lot of blood.

That's right, they are the father and son who refused Gavin's offer to stay: Johnny Wick and Angle Wick.

After several days of trekking, the two men, already weathered by the elements, now bore even more rough and calloused marks.

But even as they sped along on their motorcycles, genuine smiles still graced their faces beneath their helmets.

Just this morning, the two of them dodged a horde of zombies that was crossing the border, rode their motorcycles out of the forest, and finally found the highway.

From around six in the morning until now, in just four hours, they have traveled nearly 800 kilometers on the highway without being stopped by any hordes of zombies!

Although the high-speed network is complex and dense, the father and son had already collected a considerable number of maps and made countless simulations on the selection of key roads in order to return to Boston as soon as possible.

The father and son, who are both involved in extreme sports, have challenged themselves with difficult rock climbing and urban parkour projects more than once. Their memory of various routes has become instinctive.

But they really didn't expect that the road would be so smooth that they could run for four hours straight and cover a whole quarter of the distance!

From Dallas to Boston, a distance of over 2,800 kilometers, they somehow managed to cover 800 kilometers without incident—their luck was simply incredible!

boom! ! !

Just as Anglu was secretly pleased, his car suddenly made a loud bang.

He unconsciously looked at his front wheel!

As he looked down, his car flew into the air, violently flipping him over.

In just a moment, Anglu experienced the feeling of weightlessness!

The tire explosion and the car being thrown into the air caused Johnny to involuntarily begin to slow down and try to brake the car laterally.

Johnny was perfectly clear-headed. He made a decision in an instant. He didn't have time to worry about Anglu. He had to prioritize ensuring that Anglu wouldn't suffer the same fate so that at least one of the father and son could safely take care of the other.

While Johnny struggled to stop the car, Anglu was already rapidly adjusting his body in the air, making every effort to protect himself!

The next moment————

boom!

Slurp!

The curled-up Anglu crashed heavily to the ground, rolling forward like a stone skipping across water.

Fortunately, Anglu managed to save his head as much as possible, so that even though he was completely weak and unsure of how many bones he had broken, he still retained a clear mind and vision obscured by blood.

At the same time, as Johnny slammed on his brakes, his tires narrowly missed hitting a guardrail!

Upon seeing the intercept tape, Johnny's face instantly turned ashen. This was deliberate, not an accident; someone was intercepting others on this highway!

"dad!"

In the distance, Anglu lay there like a broken doll, shouting as loudly as he could in Johnny's direction.

But his voice still sounded weak and disordered.

The sound made Johnny look over in pain, but when Johnny saw Anglu's blood-covered but still horrified eyes, Johnny was startled and quickly drew the pistol from his waist and looked back at himself.

sudden!

Before Johnny could even see anything, he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder.

So he stared wide-eyed behind him, trying to find some figure, while instinctively reaching out to his left shoulder and groping for his own shoulder.

A moment later.

puff!

Johnny pulled an anesthetic needle from his shoulder and presented it to him with a blank stare.

Johnny was stunned as he watched the anesthetic needle still swaying in the tail feathers, and then he cursed.

"Mazefa————"

Pfft!

Splash splash splash—

Before Johnny could finish speaking, he and his motorcycle crashed to the ground.

"Johnny!!!"

Nearly forty meters away, Anglu cried out in pain, then struggled to get up.

But he was too badly injured. Although Anglu had some idea of ​​his condition and knew that he probably hadn't suffered any fatal injuries.

For those of them who engage in extreme sports, bumps and bruises are commonplace, and they have their own judgment and understanding of injuries.

But he has only rolled eight or nine times so far, and many parts of his body, such as his elbows, are difficult to move due to the injuries.

Even as he watched his father collapse, he couldn't get up. He could only crawl on the ground with difficulty, staring intently at the figures in the distance gradually approaching the two of them.

There were four figures, two in front and two behind, walking towards them in a scattered manner.

As Johnny walked, he could still faintly hear the sound of conversation coming from afar.

The voice was somewhat flippant, yet also sounded like laughter. It spoke slowly and confidently.

"We were lucky this time; both of them appear to be alive."

"Ainz has been saying he's short of manpower, and now we have enough. Two adult men, hehe, I like our harvest today."

After that first voice faded, another rough, hoarse voice rang out.

A rough, hoarse voice laughed as it spoke.

"Captain, this road is right on the main road connecting the East Coast and the West Coast, so the harvest will definitely be substantial."

"Ha, that's right, the main road. We get something out of here every day. The general has chosen an excellent spot, hehe."

As he said this, Anglu saw that the man who had spoken had already arrived in front of Johnny.

He squatted down next to Johnny, grabbed Johnny by the collar, looked at Johnny's shoulders and arms, and lingered for a moment on Johnny's tattoos.

A moment later, the man put Johnny down and waved to the three people behind him.

"Carry him."

After saying that, the man continued walking toward Anglu, chuckling as he went.

"Although the general is a terrible name-giver, tsk tsk, General, just hearing that word reminds me of MacArthur~"

"But he has great eyes, you know, his eyes are really beautiful, and his taste is just as good."

At this point, the man had already squatted down in front of Anglu.

As he crouched down, the rough, hoarse voice behind him continued to ask.

"Stop fucking making fun of the general, shepherd. Your name is awful too. I'll just call you Wesker."

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"Dog shit————"

Wesker couldn't help but curse, then looked down at the writhing Anglu.

After so long, Anglu had changed his position, from lying on his side to lying face down, and was beginning to gather strength to get up.

Watching Anglu struggle, the guy behind Wesker, with a gruff voice, frowned and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Damn, this one's injuries are pretty bad. He'll need treatment if we take him back. Should we just kill him?"

At this point, the gruff-voiced man raised his foot and kicked the tear in Anglu's pants, especially striking Anglu's wound with the tip of his shoe.

Feeling the dull pain from his wound, Anglu's scalp tingled, and he forced himself to look up at the man with the hoarse voice, despite the throbbing pain in his neck and spine.

There was no hatred in his eyes, because he wasn't one of those fools in TV dramas.

How stupid must a person be to maliciously provoke someone who can easily decide their life or death when they are not in control of their own destiny?

In any case, to survive, I must first ensure that both my father and I survive, so that I will have a chance to find my mother!

So Anglu gritted his teeth and said to the people in front of him.

"I am a Class A member of the International Extreme Sports Federation, and my father is a continental climbing champion and one of the world's top climbing athletes!"

"I only have minor injuries!"

At this point, Anglu gritted his teeth and moved his arms, trying to prop himself up from the ground.

Just as Anglu was making his efforts, Wesker suddenly reached out, grabbed his shoulder, helped him up, and supported him on his back, saying...

"Don't worry, young man, my friend was just joking."

"We are all poor souls struggling to survive in this apocalypse, how could we point guns at each other?"

As they spoke, Wesker helped Anglu toward the forest by the roadside.

As he walked, he waved to his men and said something.

"Help the motorcycle up and take it back. It belongs to one of our comrades. Guys, we're all partners, comrades-in-arms. Don't forget what the general said!"

After he finished speaking, the others immediately started pushing the car, while Wesker and the guy carrying Johnny walked into the forest, walking more than eighty meters until they arrived at a monster truck.

After getting Anglu and Johnny into the monster truck, Wesker got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and said to Anglu, who was barely managing to stay awake.

"My friend, please forgive the abrupt way we invited you and your father to join us. In the face of a catastrophe that will destroy humanity, we have to do something more extreme in order to unite us more closely."

"I'm sorry, but if we personally stand guard by the roadside, passersby will only speed away from us. After all, the disaster has made most of us unwilling to trust each other anymore, and they certainly won't give us a chance to get to know each other!"

"Fortunately, you are strong, my friend. Otherwise, I don't know how guilty I would feel, and I don't know how I would face your father who will wake up sooner or later."

"However, no matter how turbulent your lives have been, or what crises and pressures you have faced in your lives, no matter what they may be."

"Now, I can proudly say to you, you've arrived home, my friends. This land will be your best home!"

"Believe me, the general appreciates every outstanding person, and that excellence doesn't come from bloodlines, but from our own abilities!"

"You and your father are exceptionally talented individuals, truly outstanding. Therefore, this place is destined to become your paradise, or rather, a paradise for outstanding individuals like you and me!"

"And you, you can look forward to it now. Heaven awaits you, and the general awaits you too!"

At this point, the monster truck slowly started moving, then circled around the trees, trying to walk through the wide gaps in the woodland, and went further and further into the forest.

And Anglu.

He swallowed hard, then crossed his arms and quietly examined his injuries.

As for Heaven—

Anglu couldn't believe that the place he was going to was paradise!

Because he doesn't like listening to what others say, he only likes to see what others do!

No matter how nice Wesker's words were, the truth was that the hidden roadblocks they set up almost cost him his life!

But what paradise would require you to endure the pain of thorns before you can join it?

Even Gavin didn't harm them, but you, and all of you—

How dare you, you bunch of self-proclaimed bastards from heaven!

For a moment, Anglu silently lowered his eyes and remained silent.

He was trying to figure out how long it would take for himself to recover, but he was even more concerned about how long it would take for his father to wake up.

as well as----

They wondered what they and their son would have to face next!

Meanwhile, at Gavin Manor, the father-son duo of Anglu and Johnny faced numerous misfortunes.

As soon as Gavin entered the hall, he saw Sean and Nicholas sitting on the sofa, leisurely drinking coffee.

When he saw Gavin arrive, Sean was slightly taken aback, then quickly raised his coffee cup and smiled.

"Boss, I wasn't slacking off. The rain was just too heavy, I couldn't inspect the helicopter, and I couldn't even fly it out until the rain stopped!"

"There's nothing we can do. We don't have the means to investigate celestial phenomena right now. Even a strong gust of wind could destroy the plane."

"I really wasn't being lazy, I—"

"Haha, alright Sean, the more you emphasize it, the more I know you're actually slacking off, buddy."

Gavin interrupted Sean with a laugh, then patted Sean on the shoulder.

"That damn rain wasn't caused by you, it wasn't artificial rainmaking. What are you worried about? Come on, let's have some coffee. I'll rest at home for a while too."

"After we finish our coffee, could you please print out these photos and send them out to everyone to see if anyone can recognize these devices?"

"By the way, did Doris say what she ate for lunch? It's still early, and I'm craving braised pig's trotters. How much longer until Lao Feng gets home?"

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