Doomsday America.

Chapter 229 The Opening of the New Map

Chapter 229 The Unveiling of the New Map (6k)

"Haha, stop being silly, go see the boss, he already knows you're here."

Diana waved to Philip with a playful smile, but her smile made Philip pause for a moment.

Seeing that smile instantly transform from guarded to relaxed, Philip realized something.

Before communicating with Gavin via walkie-talkie, the two sentries in front of him were still quite wary of him.

But after just one exchange, the two sentries seemed to no longer take their threat seriously.

It's unbelievable how much confidence Gavin gave them!

Thinking of this, Philip smiled and nodded.

"Okay, beautiful lady, if I didn't have a reason to leave, I would definitely lose to your smile."

"Believe me, your smile lights up the whole world that's overrun with zombies!"

After saying that, Philip restarted the motorcycle and waved to the two men on the sentry post.

He then rode his motorcycle past the checkpoint and continued along the highway.

Within a few kilometers, without needing anyone to remind him, Philip had already discovered the luxurious and vast estate.

But the moment he saw the manor, his gaze did not linger on the luxurious house, but instead stared intently at the sky above the manor!

In his eyes, countless crows circled in the sky, creating a vortex of crows over the manor!

Countless cawing sounds, mixed with the flapping of wings, struck Philip's heart heavily.

"Bullshit!"

At that moment, Philip couldn't help but open his mouth wide, staring blankly at the sky filled with crows.

Is this really just a survivor camp in the apocalypse?

Isn't this the devil's path to the gates of hell?!

Why are there so many crows here?!

and many more!

Philip's pupils constricted sharply as he saw the dark cloud move!

The crows are following something, and it's moving in their direction!

Meanwhile, on the roof of the manor.

Looking at Wuni, who had just returned to his shoulder.

Let's take another look at the huge flock of crows that Wuni just found and led.

Gavin couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The workers who were originally working in or near the manor couldn't help but come to a place where they could see the sky, looking at the thick flock of crows with bewildered expressions!

As for Gavin, he patted Wuni helplessly and chuckled and cursed.

"You've got quite the entourage, Wuni. You'd better not scare my crew and the survivors who just arrived!"

Of course, he was just joking; after all, no matter how smart a crow is, it's impossible for it to understand him.

So Gavin, carrying two heavy crows, jumped from the rooftop to the third-floor terrace.

As he jumped, two crows took flight at the same time, circling in the sky and watching Gavin's actions.

Gavin jumped to the third floor, then to the second floor and onto the grass.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Philip, feeling uneasy, was slowly approaching the manor on his motorcycle.

At the same time, he had also noticed Gavin jumping down the stairs.

Gavin, walking slowly toward him from the grass, made him open his mouth in disbelief even more.

His breathing became rapid involuntarily!

Because he saw two huge crows land straight on Gavin's shoulders, and the thick cloud of crows in the sky followed Gavin's steps even faster, changing the center of their circling!

"This—this—this—"

Philip was speechless for a moment, and then involuntarily stopped the motorcycle more than seventy meters away from Gavin.

When the car stopped, he quickly got off the motorcycle and hurriedly straightened his clothes and sleeves.

It was only then that he realized his clothes were not clean, and were even quite dirty!

This discovery made him even more embarrassed, and he began to regret why he hadn't tidied himself up a bit before rushing over.

I passed several convenience stores and two clothing stores, so why didn't I change my clothes?

That's so damn undignified!

Most importantly, there's the guy I'm about to face—

Is he really just a human being?

Thinking of this, Philip swallowed hard and tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his dirty clothes.

At the same time, Gavin strode up to him and reached out his hand from about six or seven meters away.

"Welcome, survivors from afar! I'm so glad we didn't succumb to the disaster!"

Gavin greeted him with a smile, and Philip quickly stepped forward, took Gavin's right hand with both hands, and nervously shook it up and down.

"Yes—yes, hello Gavin, I'm Philip, cough cough, I—God, your eyes, you—"

Philip suddenly started to stammer because he saw the wound on Gavin's eye!

At the same time, he noticed that the crows, which were about the same size as Gavin's on both shoulders, were all looking at him.

"Gulp!"

Philip swallowed hard, then hurriedly withdrew his hand and wiped his palm vigorously on his trousers.

But just as he was doing this, he suddenly remembered something, and he raised his hands in alarm to explain.

"Wait, that's not what I meant. I was just so nervous, my palms were all sweaty. I—I didn't mean to be disgusted by you, Gavin!"

"Haha, no need to explain. Come on, come home with me. Let's sit in the living room for a while, have a hot coffee, and then talk about why you've come."

Gavin chuckled and patted Philip's forearm, then took a closer look at Philip's clothes.

March in Texas is much warmer than February, and people are wearing less clothing. Philip's clothes are also quite close-fitting, so Gavin didn't see any signs that he was hiding explosives or other dangerous items in his clothes.

Gavin believed his eyes and immediately invited Philip to come into the hall to talk.

Philip swallowed hard, staring blankly at the crows in the sky, and replied to Gavin.

"That's great! I haven't had coffee in hours—no, I mean, I love coffee, God!"

"I really can't help but ask, what's with those crows, Gavin? Are you some kind of demon hiding among humans? No wonder you won five consecutive football championships, you—fuck, I fucking made a stupid mistake, don't take my stupid words to heart!"

Philip became increasingly flustered as he spoke, so he slapped his mouth hard and followed Gavin, looking uneasily at the vast hall in front of him.

The main hall of Gavin Manor was originally prepared for large parties.

The hall itself is larger than a school playground, so it can accommodate at least three hundred guests to dance freely during large parties without making anyone feel crowded.

This was a bit too much for Philip, and after a moment of stunned silence, he tried to speak in as relaxed a tone as possible.

"Ha—ah ha, this is certainly spacious enough. You rich guys really do—sorry, damn it, I meant you have great taste. Forget all my stupid stuff about rich guys!"

Philip rubbed his face helplessly, but accidentally rubbed off a few streaks of dirt, which made him even more nervous than he had originally intended to relieve his tension by rubbing his face.

As for Gavin, seeing Philip's obvious unease, he smiled and led Philip to his sofa, pulled Philip to sit down, and then returned to his own sofa and sat down to speak to Philip.

"Philip, right? Don't be so hasty, buddy. Don't forget that our world has changed."

"What difference does money make now? If you want, you can move into the White House!"

"Although that place is far less well-decorated than my house, it holds much more significance than my country house, don't you think?"

Gavin smiled at Philip, who gave a dry laugh, pursed his lips, and said awkwardly.

"Uh...yes...right...haha..."

"Boss, there are outsiders too. Here's your coffee."

Just as Philip was giving his awkward response, Bella trotted over with coffee and casually presented it to the two of them.

Taking the coffee, Philip couldn't help but glance at Bella's pretty face, but ultimately didn't dare to say anything romantic like he had to Diana on the highway.

After taking a sip of his coffee, Philip looked at Gavin, who then asked Philip a question.

"Philip, I don't think I need to introduce myself, do I?"

"Of course not, I know you, Gavin!"

Philip quickly said.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly and continued.

"Then tell me what brings you here. My men say you don't intend to join our camp, and you're a lone wolf seeking a deal!"

"My God, the term 'lone wolf' is so cool! If I hadn't met my buddies, I might have become a lone wolf traveling all over the world too!"

"But let's get back to the point, my friend. What's the deal you're talking about? What do you need that I can fulfill, or what can you offer me?"

At this point, Gavin, holding his coffee cup in his left hand and tapping the armrest with his right, looked at Philip.

After swallowing hard, Philip instinctively reached out to grab what was beside him.

But he was stunned the next moment, because he grabbed at nothing!

Then—after a brief silence, Philip's hand, which had been groping in the air—as if it had nowhere to go, reached up and rubbed his oily hair.

"Sorry, damn it, I was so shocked when I got off the bus that I forgot my backpack!"

"Wait a moment, I'll go get the thing and show it to you!"

As he explained, Philip stood up and walked toward the door behind him.

After he left the manor, Madison finally had a moment to call out to Gavin from the second-floor guard post.

"Boss, you scared him! Damn it, you scared me too!"

"What the hell are those crows? Why are we surrounded by them? Thank goodness they're not zombie crows, or I probably would have shot myself!"

"Well----"

Hearing Madison's words, Gavin pouted in annoyance, then pointed to the extra wig on Madison's shoulder and explained.

"Old Mike, my Fokin has found a husband, and her husband happens to be the leader of a Raven Gang!"

"Wow—this is truly—truly—indescribable."

At that moment, Madison pursed his lips and stared intently at the hundreds of thousands of crows flying outside.

He always felt that he was the person who knew Gavin best in the entire camp, after all, he had spent at least 250 days with Gavin every year for the past three or four years.

But now—

Even Old Man Mack thought that Gavin might actually be Odin's human form.

Or perhaps reincarnation?

If so, God, does anyone know if Odin is racist?

After all, there have been Black actors who played God in Hollywood before, but to this day, no Black actor has ever played Odin!

As for Gavin, after dealing with Old Mac's questions, he continued to look at Philip, who was carrying a backpack.

At this moment, Philippe was already walking towards the hall, carrying his El Paso harness company's Trailmaster leather travel bag.

Just by looking at that bag, Gavin knew what kind of person Philip was.

After all, El Paso's leather travel bags come from a long-established leather goods brand in Texas, and are widely loved by Texas cowboys.

In addition, even Roosevelt was a loyal fan of this brand.

There's a saying that goes like this.

Every Texas cowboy's travel bag contains a bag of gold dust, a farm map, and an inextinguishable cowboy spirit.

And in every brass rivet and leather crease of the El Paso harness company's travel bag, there too is the wind and sand of El Paso, the rapids of the Rio Grande, and the indomitable spirit of Texas!

In short, this backpack is most commonly used by veteran Texas cowboys and mounted police from various regions, making it a top-quality backpack that Texans could consider a family heirloom.

It seems that Philip is also a true Texas lad.

As for the contents of the backpack—

Gavin turned to the side on the sofa, leaning against the left armrest, freeing up his right side. He crossed his right leg over his left, making room to pull out his revolver at any moment, and sat there drinking coffee and smiling as he watched.

A moment later, Philip walked into the hall carrying a backpack, opened it from a distance and took out two large bags of sugar, smiling at Gavin.

"Aha, Gavin, look what good stuff I've brought you!"

"I found these great things in Fredericksburg, and I couldn't bear to hand them over to the survival team at Cedar Park camp when I passed by."

"If you weren't my idol, I wouldn't even bother sharing this with you, haha."

"All I need are fresh vegetables, enough for about a week. Besides that, I also need two hundred rounds of pistol ammunition, five hundred rounds of rifle ammunition, and one hundred and fifty rounds of shotgun ammunition. That's a very reasonable price!"

At this point, Philip put his backpack on the sofa, then took two bags of sugar and came to Gavin. He pulled out a dagger and tried to cut open the packaging to show Gavin the quality.

And Gavin—

Once he was sure that all Philip had taken out was white sugar, he quickly waved his hand at Philip.

"Hey buddy, this isn't a welcome place here. You'd better take that thing somewhere else!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Philip, who was about to cut the package, froze and quickly turned to look around.

After confirming that besides him and Gavin, there were only two or three other people who had walked through the hall, Philip squatted down in front of Gavin suspiciously, holding Sugar and whispering something.

"Are you sure you don't need this, Gavin? Shouldn't all celebrities need this?"

"There's a Sacred Valley actress near the Cedar Park campsite. To be honest, that woman slept with me for three whole days just to try this stuff again."

"You may not be in the film industry, but isn't the situation even more serious in the sports world? Or are you not involved in this, just a casual fling?"

At this point, Philip took the sugar back to his backpack, stuffed the sugar inside, and then simply lifted the entire backpack in front of Gavin.

He opened his backpack and continued talking as he rummaged through it.

"If it's hyacinth, I don't have much here. I exchanged most of those small items at the first two survival camps I passed through."

"After all, they have far fewer people than you, they're not as well-off as you, and they're nowhere near as famous. Your radio show might be enjoying nationwide fame right now, Boss Gavin!"

At this point, after searching diligently, Philip finally pulled out a pack of cigarettes that were clearly hand-rolled.

Gavin, glancing at the cigarette, raised his hand to stop him while pulling out a stack of maps from his pocket. He found the map of Texas, took out a pen, and asked Philip a question.

"Philip, I don't want to emphasize this a third time, but my camp does not welcome any publications!"

"If I find out you're secretly trading books with my people, I guarantee you won't see the sun rise again!"

"But could you tell me about the two survival camps you encountered before? You really are a lone wolf; you managed to find so many survival camps in the apocalypse!"

"If you'd like to share your travelogue with me, I can provide you with what you need. Of course, even if you don't want to share, I don't mind offering some help, after all, there aren't many living people left, are there?"

At this point, Gavin unfolded the map and laid it on the tea table, then casually tossed a pen in front of Philip.

Watching the pen rolling toward him on the tea table, Philip reluctantly put away the straw and smiled wryly.

"Okay, I misunderstood you. I thought that the existence of big stars like you would make my sugar a star product."

"But are you sure that just telling you a few stories is worth all that I'm saying?"

"The camps I encountered before weren't as easy to talk to as you, God. Because they discovered me or I discovered them, three people have already died at my hands."

"Even so, I still didn't dare stay at their camp. They looked at me like I was a wild dog that had bitten Franklin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Philip threw the herb back into his backpack, then picked up a pen and pressed it onto the map.

As he tried to locate the other camps in his memory, Gavin continued to speak to him.

"Really? The guys at the other camps are fierce?"

"Of course it's fierce, God! After they found out I didn't want to stay, those camps went crazy."

"At the Cedar Camp, I had already slept with that third-rate actress who had filmed in the Holy Valley. As a result, their boss even went so far as to sneak into my tent to keep me there."

"That's right, their leader is a woman. Although she has scars on her face, fresh scars, she's incredibly sexy and has a very voluptuous figure!"

"As for the second granite beach camp, they almost killed me. Damn, those guys were ruthless, like a bunch of thugs!"

By this point, Philip had already marked the approximate locations of the two camps he had mentioned on Gavin's map.

Gavin took the map, glanced at it, and then asked Philip curiously.

"These two locations are very close to each other!"

"That's right, Boss Gavin, the two camps are less than fifteen kilometers apart!"

"Because they were originally one camp, but later somehow they split into two. I guess it must be related to the leader of the Cedar Park camp, after all, she was a beautiful woman."

"In short, I spent three nights and two days on the small hill between the two camps before leaving them and continuing my journey toward Kansas."

"My family's ancestral home is in Kansas. When I was a Ranger in San Antonio, I wanted to go back to my old home in Kansas every night to sleep. Now that the world is ending, if this silly dream of mine still doesn't have a chance to come true, then the end of the world was for nothing, right?"

"So, Gavin, could you at least let me go like the previous two camps I encountered? I really like your camp, but I won't stay here, sir!"

At this point, Philip capped the pen and returned it to Gavin.

Gavin twirled the pen in his hand, then picked up the map and continued speaking.

"Don't worry, buddy, I'm different from them. You'll realize that."

"Thank you so much for providing me with these two crucial pieces of information. In return, I will give you the supplies you need."

"Besides the vegetables and bullets you mentioned, you can also browse my warehouse and pick out anything you like that your motorcycle can carry."

"Besides that, I'll allow you to rest at my camp. I'll prepare a room for you, let you at least take a shower, and have a few meals with us to help you recover from your fatigue, buddy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin stood up and waved to Philip.

Philip stood up suspiciously and asked.

"Are you serious? You're really that kind? Uh, I said something stupid again, sorry. What I meant was, if I really stay here for a few days, will I be unable to leave after a few days?"

"Haha, that depends on whether you're willing to trust my credibility, Philip!"

Gavin said to Philip with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Philip wanted to make a sarcastic remark about the so-called reputation, since talking about reputation in the apocalypse sounded rather ridiculous.

Having wandered alone in the apocalypse for so long, Philip had seen a lot of nonsense, and he wasn't someone who easily trusted others.

But if Gavin had said that—

For a moment, Philip couldn't help but look at the crow on Gavin's shoulder, then at the sky outside where the number of crows had decreased considerably, but there was still a large flock of crows overall, and then he swallowed hard.

"Heh—heh heh, how could I not believe you? Didn't you see that I already gave you the address you wanted before I even received the supplies you promised me!"

"Besides, since you're willing to believe that the address I gave you is genuine, I'm naturally willing to believe that you'll keep your promise."

"As for staying for a few days—let me think about it. If it won't be a burden, I'd really like to experience your camp's super-sized houses!"

"As payment for staying here, I don't need the vegetables, just all kinds of bullets. I'm running low on bullets and need to replenish them urgently. It would be best if you could also give me a few adrenaline injections."

"Speaking of which, Gavin, have you encountered any survivors similar to me before? I'm quite curious if there are any crazy people like me who enjoy long journeys in the apocalypse!"

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