hsntnovel Chapter 232 Despair
Chapter 232 Despair
Chapter 232 Despair (5k)
As Eugene drove past the Walmart building that sped by the window, he pursed his lips and said something.
"That's Walmart, tsk tsk, they always build in the best locations, you can see them as soon as you enter the city."
"Yes, every Walmart is the first choice for highway drivers to purchase goods, and now, every Walmart is also our first search target!"
Gavin picked up where Eugene left off, took out the map, glanced at it, and then pointed to the green space ahead, saying...
"Eugene, about 600 meters ahead, turn right off the highway, take the next road and drive for about 1.3 kilometers, and you should see a campervan campground."
"That's where we're headed. RV parks are farther from the city than Walmart supermarkets and warehouses, so it would be more suitable to locate the safe house there."
After speaking, Gavin quickly tidied up his gun and checked its maintenance status.
Nikita and Philip instinctively followed suit and began tidying up the surrounding area.
With the sound of guns being cocked, Eugene turned the car onto the exit ramp from the highway and gradually drove toward the RV park.
As they drew closer, Eugene frowned.
"Boss!"
He looked at the densely packed RVs in the distance and said.
"The RVs in this RV park are parked too close together. If we build a reserve shelter here, it will probably take a lot of effort to clear them out!"
"fine."
Hearing Eugene's words, Gavin shook his head helplessly and smiled.
"As you all know, because of my championship win, February, the month of the apocalypse, happened to become the peak season for travel and partying for Texas citizens."
"We won the Super Bowl five years in a row. In Texas, we almost treated the Super Bowl like our own Christmas. Especially in the last two years, the excitement was even more exaggerated than Christmas."
"Settlements like RV parks, which consist of mobile RVs and travelers, are often crowded and densely populated due to the revelry."
"But right now, this RV campsite is in a great location. On the one hand, it's at least 2.5 kilometers from downtown Marin, so firing here won't attract Marin's hunters. On the other hand, it's close to the Walmart logistics warehouse, which makes it easy for us to observe zombie intelligence in the Walmart area and collect goods from the Walmart warehouse."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his hand, patted the gun, and said softly.
"Prepare to slow down, Eugene. Let's lure out the nearby stalkers and take them out. We have enough ammunition, and there's plenty more in the cargo hold."
"No problem, boss."
Eugene nodded, then stopped about 300 meters from the RV campsite, opened the window, and raised his pistol.
Bang bang bang!
After three gunshots, the quiet RV campsite suddenly erupted into chaos as the hunters swarmed out in a frenzy, forming a small horde of nearly seventy corpses that charged towards Gavin and his group.
Seeing the rapidly approaching horde of zombies, Eugene held his pistol in his left hand, quickly shifted gears with his right hand, and then spoke while controlling the steering wheel.
"Go ahead and shoot, guys. Once the horde gets close, I'll slow down the car to about the same speed as the horde."
"Yes, just maintain a constant speed and keep a distance of about twenty meters from the horde of corpses."
Gavin gave the order, then opened the car window, leaned out, and aimed his gun.
Chu Chu Chu!
Chu Chu Chu!
Evenly distributed three-round bursts of fire continued to rain down on the zombies. Compared to the beginning of the apocalypse, Gavin's rifle marksmanship had improved far, far!
Philip and Nikita stood to the side, holding their shotguns but not firing; the zombies were still too close to be within range of the shotguns.
And Eugene.
Hearing Gavin's gunshots and watching the zombies being blown off their heads, Eugene couldn't help but freeze for a moment before speaking incredulously.
"Boss, damn it, your marksmanship is... Mazzefak!"
"That's a moving horde of zombies, at least 300 meters away. Although they're advancing in a roughly straight line towards us, the zombies' undulating gait causes their heads to shake constantly!"
"And your marksmanship—damn it, when did your marksmanship evolve to this level? It's an incredible improvement!"
"Will you be able to catch up with me, or even surpass me, in long-range sniping after a while?"
"My God, if you weren't a football star, I bet you could climb to the very top of any industry you were in!"
"You're a fucking miracle!"
By the time Eugene roared this, Gavin had already killed seven zombies and changed his three-round burst into single shots.
The three-round burst was ultimately just a transitional technique for Gavin to get used to the feel of the gun; compared to the three-round burst, single shots were more conducive to saving bullets.
This made Gavin's gun faster and more accurate!
boom!
A zombie's head exploded like a watermelon!
boom!
Another zombie's head burst like a balloon.
At that moment, even though he was more than 260 meters away, Gavin actually felt like he was shooting balloons with a toy gun at a street stall!
Honestly, for a man, this kind of game is just so much fun!!!
Bang bang bang bang!
Gavin's rifle continued to fire steadily, with at least one shot being fired every second.
At a distance of nearly 300 meters, it would take the zombie more than 45 seconds to get within 20 meters of the car!
Once the zombies were close enough, Nikita and Philip's shotguns went off.
However, Philip was hesitant to fire, as he was always worried about accidentally hurting Nikita while sitting in the back seat.
However, Nikita's own insane shooting was enough. After a month of shooting at a live target, Nikita's shotgun skills, while not perfect, had improved by several levels compared to when she was shooting frisbees.
As for her shoulders, well, her shoulders have never been in good condition, but through constant bruising, they've gained a bit of thick skin that's not very pretty, but extremely useful.
Having gotten used to the feeling of firing a gun, she had long forgotten the slight pain and steadily continued firing shot after shot.
As for Eugene, he didn't fire a few shots lazily with his pistol until the zombies were within fifty meters of him.
He didn't care about accuracy; after firing a few shots to make himself feel important, he started to slowly reverse the car.
Just like that, when Eugene had only controlled the car to reverse about four hundred meters, the last zombie had already been shot in the head by Gavin!
From the first zombie rushing out to the last zombie falling to the ground.
Nearly seventy-five zombies couldn't even survive two minutes in the hands of Gavin and his three companions!
Gavin, who had already changed two magazines, undoubtedly became the MVP of this shooting competition!
Looking at the last zombie lying on the ground, Eugene stepped on the gas pedal and then sighed as he shifted gears.
"Boss, your marksmanship is at least in the top three in the camp. I'm not even sure if you're more accurate than me or Edward!"
"Edward's long-range sniping is about the same as mine, and his ultra-long-range sniping is slightly worse than mine because he hasn't had specialized training, but his mid-to-close range shooting is far superior to mine!"
"As for you, I'm at least certain that your close-to-medium range shooting is definitely superior to his; you're probably within 400 meters of him!"
"As for your rapid-fire pistol, aha, Edward will need at least ten more years of practice to surpass you!"
"If you take it all into account, boss, you bastard, you're already the shooting champion of our camp, Mazefak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene felt a chill run down his spine.
He had never seen anyone whose marksmanship improved as quickly as Gavin's!
And Gavin.
After making sure the pursuers were gone, he turned back, first calming the crow on his lap, then patting Eugene on the shoulder.
"Stop praising me, you bastard. Get ready to drive, Philip and I are going down to move the body."
As he spoke, Gavin waved to Philip.
"Philip, you didn't get this bulletproof vest for nothing. Come work with me for a bit."
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"Ha, since you, the boss, have gotten off the bus, what else could I possibly object to? Remember to treat me to drinks when we get back to your camp tonight."
Philip smiled and nodded, put down his gun, and got out of the car with Gavin. They went to the bodies in front of the car and pulled them to the side of the road one by one.
They're just clearing the way for now. Gavin will send more people over in the next day or two to gather the nearby bodies together and burn them.
As the two of them got out of the car, Nikita also got out and held a shotgun to keep watch on them.
Eugene then proceeded slowly along the road the two had carved out, until finally parking the car in a quiet RV campground.
Seeing Eugene stop the car, Gavin and Philip threw away the last body, then went to Eugene's side, held the car door, and said, "Eugene, back the car up so we can get in and leave at any time."
"This RV campsite isn't very big, but there are quite a few RVs, almost eighty in total. Apart from some RVs whose windows are broken, proving that the zombies inside have escaped, there are also many RVs with intact windows that are not safe to drive."
"So, I suspect there are also Howlers here. If the Howlers trigger a horde riot, we need to be able to escape at any time."
OK!
Upon hearing this, Eugene gave a thumbs up, then tossed a cigarette to Gavin and Philip.
Gavin and Philip, along with Nikita, formed a small team and slowly explored each RV campsite one by one.
When Gavin encountered a lone zombie, no matter how close or far away, he would deal with it with his gun. He didn't want to give any howler a chance to speak and cause more trouble.
Gunfire continued to erupt near the RV campground.
While they were busy, Walmart Warehouse No. 6 was located only about 700 meters away from the RV campsite.
Sean groggily got up, then frowned in confusion.
He thought he heard some strange noise!
The sound came out intermittently, sounding somewhat like gunshots, the kind from a high-powered pistol!
This is only true in America. After all, although there are fireworks in America, Americans would never immediately associate the sound with fireworks when they hear it!
So Sean quickly got up and, incredulously, groped his way in the dark toward the direction from which the gunshots were faintly audible.
After taking only a few steps, Sean suddenly realized something, then quickly turned around and turned off the radio that was on 24/7 by his bed!
After the radio was turned off, the gunshots suddenly sounded a little louder, almost as loud as typing on a keyboard.
At that moment, Sean stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"Mazefak, am I hallucinating?!"
He first asked himself a question, then instinctively slapped himself across the face.
Feeling the ringing in his ears from the slapping he had made, Sean swallowed hard and then lunged toward the wall.
He just lay there against the wall, pressing his ear against it to feel the faint sound of gunfire!
I listened for a full twenty seconds, making sure I heard two more gunshots.
Sean immediately ran towards his bed as if he had gone mad.
Sean quickly grabbed a flashlight, lit the way ahead, and ran to the shelves piled high with countless goods, searching for anything that could make the loudest noise possible!
trumpet?
Chainsaw?
Audio?
recorder?
After quickly searching around, Sean picked up the megaphone, opened the box, and found the batteries.
After assembling it, Sean probably yelled "help" at the speaker, then turned it up to maximum power, carried it to the wall, and played the music with the speaker pressed against the wall.
"Help!"
While the music was playing, he also leaned against the wall and shouted outside.
"Help!"
but----
The area near the RV campground at this moment.
Eugene gripped the steering wheel with his right hand, held a large cigar in his left, and listened to the sound of the engine.
In order to be able to escape at any time, he didn't turn off the car at all, so there was still the sound of the engine inside.
As for Gavin's trio, even if they didn't fire their guns, their footsteps would still make noise, so how could they possibly hear a loudspeaker coming from 800 meters away?
Moreover, different types of sounds differ not only in decibel level but also in their penetrating power.
Gunshots are a type of sound with extremely strong penetrating power, and can travel very far even in cities.
But the cries for help from the loudspeaker—well, how should I put it—when you're far away, the sound is diluted by the trees and buildings to the point that it's inaudible.
So, even after Gavin had thoroughly cleaned the entire RV campground, he still didn't hear any more cries for help coming from afar.
Gavin glanced at the time, then chuckled and exhaled, saying...
"Alright, the RV campsite is almost cleaned up. It's already 3:45 PM, so we should head back."
They set off from home at 1 a.m. and traveled more than 130 kilometers to get here. Eugene didn't drive very fast, and it took him almost an hour and a half to travel more than 130 kilometers.
Add to that killing zombies and clearing the camp, and time flies by.
By the time they get home, it will probably be close to five o'clock.
Seeing Gavin give the order, Philip grinned and said.
"The work here is much easier than at the previous two camps, Gavin is in charge."
"When I was at those two camps, they would often make me work until 10 or even 11 p.m. before I could rest. During the day, I not only had to go out to explore, but at night I also had to build fortifications. Tsk tsk, that's why I didn't want to stay there!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Upon hearing this, Gavin got into the car while pressing Philips for an answer.
"According to you, the atmosphere at the Cedar Park and Granite Beach campsites must be terrible, and their members must be arguing all the time, right?"
"Of course, they were arguing fiercely. I was only there for a few days, and I saw them fight more than once. Once, two women were tearing each other's underwear apart over a few nails!"
After answering, Philip got into the car, took out a bottle of Coke, and took a satisfying gulp.
Gavin then escorted Nikita back to the passenger seat, before returning to the back seat and loading ammunition as he spoke.
"Don't just look at the fun, Philip, those two camps don't have nuclear-proof buildings like mine!"
"If they also had an environment like mine, extremely safe without needing excessive repairs, then they wouldn't need to take the time to build extra fortifications."
"As for the problem of their poor internal atmosphere, well, if someone is exhausted after a day or a week, they probably won't have time to argue; they'll just be focused on resting."
"But if a person is exhausted for two weeks, the mental fatigue and stress they experience can be more severe than their physical fatigue."
"At that time, if there isn't a good way to manage them, they will inevitably cause some trouble at work."
"However, it is precisely because they maintain a high level of work intensity even when they cause trouble, especially by devoting most of their time to the construction of camp defenses."
"This actually proves that the leaders of their two camps are still relatively clear-headed."
"No management method is inherently correct; it's just a matter of adapting to local conditions. For them, safety is definitely a more important need than rest, and what they're doing is actually quite right."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin patted the driver's seat.
"Eugene, stop standing there, we should go home."
"Tomorrow, one group of us will continue exploring, while Edward and Martin will lead two teams behind us to set up camp."
"By then, let them explore the Walmart warehouse too. Those warehouses aren't small; who knows what good stuff they might have hidden inside? At the very least, there'll be plenty of toilet paper—toilet paper is a necessity!"
"That's right!"
Upon hearing this, Eugene slammed on the gas pedal and started driving home.
After Gavin and his group accelerated, they closed all the car windows.
The bulletproof windows are a full six centimeters thick, and the airtight design provides complete protection against drafts.
Once the Kaibaihe Battle Shield is turned off, it becomes so quiet that you can hardly hear any sound from the outside world.
And so, Gavin's car drove further and further away, farther and farther away—
They had no idea that right there in the warehouse district they passed through, a poor young man had shouted until his voice was numb—
And Sean—
He kept shouting until 7 p.m., when his voice became completely hoarse and he could no longer shout.
He hysterically threw away the megaphone, collapsed against the wall in agony, and began pounding his fists against it.
"Let me out!"
"Let me out, God, please save me!"
"Aaaaaah!"
"Damn warehouse manager, you'd better be dead, you'd better be!"
"I fucking want to kill you all over again, ahhhh!"
"I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy!!!"