Doomsday America.

Chapter 248 Cynthia's Tragedy

Chapter 248 Cynthia's Tragedy (5k)

On the way up the mountain, the men, who had completely turned into struggling walkers, were panting heavily and moving slowly with tense expressions.

Gavin and Martin took the lead, constantly changing their positions and carefully traversing the flat sections of the road, until they were only 180 meters away from the resort area.

Behind the crowd, Eugene, carrying his rifle, was finding it increasingly difficult to walk. Carrying dozens of kilograms of weight, he had to run up a 600-meter uphill road. Although he had served in the army before, his physical strength was no longer what it used to be.

Just as Eugene gritted his teeth and accelerated further, passing through the crowd and approaching Gavin and the other man.

Sean's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie.

"Boss!"

As Sean hovered the Black Hawk helicopter outside the resort, he looked suspiciously at the white cloth fluttering out of the second-floor window and spoke to Gavin.

"The survivors in the resort seemed to have surrendered. I saw them waving white sheets at me and tie up an unconscious man and hold him up in the window!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin abruptly stopped, and Martin also involuntarily halted.

"They surrendered?"

Gavin chuckled and asked in return, while Sean, after confirming several times, replied with certainty to Gavin.

"That's right, boss, they surrendered. After they saw I stopped shooting, they came out of the house holding up white cloths!"

Seeing the seven people emerge from the house, Sean steered the plane further down, aiming the machine gun at each of them.

Facing the gun barrels pointed at them, the men who came out of the house panicked a little. They quickly lifted their leader, Maurice, higher and shouted towards the helicopter from a distance.

"We surrender! God, we surrender!"

"That's right, stop fighting, we surrender!"

"surrender!"

As they spoke, three people had already knelt on the ground, putting their hands behind their heads.

Two other people were even more decisive, prostrating themselves on the ground with their hands behind their backs.

Seeing this, Sean controlled the plane to make regular turns around them, and then continued speaking to Gavin over the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, they've come out of the room and are kneeling or crawling to surrender to me. You guys need to come up and take them over quickly. None of them brought any weapons."

"I'm worried that there might be some resistance from them in secret, so it's inconvenient to land and receive them to avoid damaging the helicopter."

"I'll land after you all get up here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sean turned around and gave Nicholas and Paul a thumbs-up.

Paul and his companion returned a thumbs-up and then continued to aim at the surrendering crowd.

And Gavin.

He chuckled helplessly, adjusting his cowboy hat as he spoke.

"Damn it, just a second ago I was lamenting that Lucien's people were all half-baked and noobs, and I was even more worried that the survivors in the enemy camp could cause us even greater casualties."

"But now, damn it, I completely forgot that the other person could also be a mediocre or incompetent!"

"Thinking about it, that makes sense. If they aren't professional soldiers, even one or two highly capable guys can't change the overall ability of a team, at least not within a month."

"Therefore, at this time, the vast majority of survivor camps across America are probably half-baked teams in post-apocalyptic survival. They may know how to survive, but they really have little idea how to fight!"

As he spoke, Gavin quickened his pace and made his way to the entrance of the hillside resort.

Standing here, he could already see the surrendered people kneeling and crawling in the middle of the resort's courtyard.

Besides those people, the courtyard also contained various Gundam fragments and a series of zombie fragments that had just been shot dead by machine gun fire and were tied up in various places.

Smelling the putrid and bloody stench in the air, Gavin curled his lip, then drew his gun and stood in front of the surrendered men, looking down at them.

As Gavin approached, the crowd, who had just been shouting for surrender, fell silent in unison.

Their gazes lingered on Gavin's crows and eyes, and some even lay down on the ground to make the sign of the cross over the crows and Gavin, as well as to make a prayer gesture.

Gavin stood in front of them, looking at the guy they had tied up, and asked in a low voice with a frown.

"Who is that!"

"It's—it's Morris! He's our leader, the Voodoo Cult's Honggan! He's the one who forced us to go out and arrest people! We were all forced!"

"That's right, Gavin! Good heavens, it's Gavin! No, no, that's not important. What I mean is, we weren't originally Voodoo people; we were captured by them!"

"Yes, Gavin, save us! God, save us!"

Faced with Gavin's question, the surrendered men spoke up again, pleading for mercy one after another.

Amidst the chaotic sounds around him, Martin took out his pistol and fired a shot into the air.

"Shut up, all of you! Speak one at a time!"

Martin roared at the surrendered men, then turned to Gavin's pillow and pointed at Morris, continuing to speak.

"Boss, I know a little about Voodoo. Honggan refers to a Voodoo priest. It seems that only male priests are called Honggan, and their status is similar to that of a priest."

"However, in the Voodoo community, the priests have much higher rights than the church priests. If he really is Honggan, then he must be the leader of this group."

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin walked past Gavin and stood in front of Morris, who was tightly bound.

Martin turned Maurice's body over, leaving Maurice's mouth pressed against the sand, and then rubbed the bloodstains on the back of Maurice's head before continuing.

"He was ambushed. The attacker hit him accurately and with considerable force. It will probably be a while before he wakes up."

"Boss, should I wake him up?"

Martin looked at Gavin, who nodded slightly.

Upon receiving the order, Martin grabbed Morris by the hair, lifted him up, slapped him twice, and then forcefully shoved the pistol under Morris's ribs.

Kaspersky!

After a sharp crack, Maurice screamed in agony as he looked around in confusion, howling in pain.

When he saw that he was already tightly bound and Gavin was standing in front of him, he immediately yelled at Gavin.

"It's you! The heretic! The savage cowboy of Texas! I can't believe you actually came!"

you----"

Snapped!

Before Maurice could finish speaking, Gavin slapped him across the face, sending him spinning as he crashed to the ground. At the same time, Gavin addressed the others who were surrendering.

"How many of you are there in total?"

"We had fourteen men, only two women, but yesterday the numbers increased; Maurice and Pierce captured a large group of people!"

The guy closest to Gavin answered while lying on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly, pointed at the man, and said to Martin.

"Martin, tie them all up."

"Okay, boss, but I didn't bring a rope."

Martin shrugged at Gavin, and as he did so, a guy kneeling on the ground quickly took the rope off his shoulder, knelt down, and approached Martin, shouting.

"I have one! I have a rope!"

"Haha, do I need to say thank you?"

Martin laughed as he approached the survivor, took the rope, and tied him up tightly.

The bound man adjusted his position cooperatively, then sighed in relief and shook his head at Martin.

"No, no, no need to thank me, it's all I should do!"

"Hahaha, that's fucking hilarious. At least you know what's good for you. I'll tie you up gently. Go kneel over there and keep going!"

Martin laughed as he tied him up, then moved on to the next person.

Gavin then continued speaking to the man who had just replied.

"How many of you died? Why did you choose to surrender? I thought I would have to kill you all."

"No need, no need. We've wanted to surrender for a long time. It's all Morris's fault for forcing us to take the RPG!"

The man being questioned quickly replied to Gavin.

Upon hearing this, Gavin shook his head and continued to ask.

"I'm asking how many of you died."

"Five, at least five. Pierce always had two henchmen with him, and they were both killed in the bombing. The rest went out with RPGs to shoot down planes, but they got shot down by machine guns!"

The man quickly replied.

"They're all Maurice's dogs, members of the Voodoo Church. They're different from us; they listen to whatever Maurice tells them!"

"Unlike us, we were forced into this. We didn't want to do it, really, God, please save us!"

At this point, the man who had spoken simply burst into tears.

Seeing this, Gavin shook his head, then turned on the walkie-talkie and spoke.

"Sean, land in the yard."

"Roger that, boss. Today's incident was truly laughable. They were all clowns. I didn't even have time to warm up before the battle was completely over!"

Sean grumbled as he landed the plane in the center of the yard, and as they landed, Eugene and the rest of the crew followed them into the yard.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Eugene took a couple of deep breaths, strode over to Gavin's side, and suddenly kicked one of the men.

As he kicked him over, Eugene cursed.

"Sons of the Beach, you guys really exhausted me!"

"Haha, Eugene, you're carrying too many guns, and they're too heavy. Unless it's absolutely necessary, you shouldn't carry the TAC50 anymore."

Martin greeted Eugene, then had Eugene join him in tying up the people present.

Lucien roared and charged at one of the workers, unleashing a torrent of punches into the worker's face.

"Fuck you!"

Lucien was seen smashing things and cursing as he did so.

"You killed my man! Damn it, you killed one of my comrades!"

"You all deserve to die! Damn it, I really want to skin you alive!"

"Alright, Lucien, take your men and come with me to inspect the interior of the resort and find Margaret and the others!"

Gavin called out to Lucien, who nodded unhappily and then led his men into the resort area.

Gavin waved to Nicholas and Paul as they disembarked from the plane.

After the two heavily armed men came to his side, Gavin glanced at Maurice and then went up to him.

"Maurice, is it?" Gavin said to him.

Upon hearing this, Maurice gritted his teeth and nodded, then gave Gavin a cold laugh.

"You won, Gavin. You beat me like a miracle worker from a movie, and you destroyed everything I had!"

"But don't rush, and don't become arrogant. Beating me might be one of the high points in your life, but your future is destined to be filled with disaster and darkness!"

"This world doesn't belong to the wealthy like you who were rich before the apocalypse. You already had everything before the end of the world, and now, everything you have should go back to someone else!"

"They will take everything from you, just as they tied me up and handed me over to you. They did this to me, and they will do this to you. They—"

Boom!

Hearing this, Gavin became a little too lazy to listen anymore.

So he punched Maurice in the face, interrupting his voice.

Morris spoke in a somewhat cryptic manner, though not quite as eccentric as the cultists he had encountered before, but still quite boring.

And so, Gavin raised his fist again and smashed it down on Morris's head with all his might.

With that punch, Morris's skull cracked with a crisp sound, and large amounts of blood foam gushed from his ears and nose!

The loud punch drew the attention of the people nearby to Gavin, and then their gazes fell on Morris's face.

Seeing Morris, who was breathing far less than he was exhaling, and his body convulsing instinctively, everyone gasped.

Martin, with an expression of amazement, approached Lucien and reached out to grab Morris's nose.

After testing for breath for a moment, Martin swallowed hard, because Morris had stopped breathing. He stood up in horror, looked at Gavin's fist, swallowed hard, and said softly.

"Boss, you killed him with just one punch?"

"Otherwise, why should we keep him around? He killed one of Lucien's men, didn't he?"

"What's more, he killed at least two of my men. Margaret had already decided to join us; they were my men, but they're dead!"

"So, someone always has to pay the price!"

At this point, Gavin casually pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into Morris's eye, further ensuring that Morris could not possibly turn into a zombie.

Then, while wiping the blood off the dagger, he waved to Nicholas and Paul.

"Let's go inside and take a look!"

"OK."

The two immediately followed Gavin, passing through the crowd and entering the house.

As soon as they entered, they saw Lucien's men rescuing two naked women who were tied to the sofa in the hall.

Those two women were undoubtedly Margaret's associates; at this moment, they had become the sex slaves of Morris's camp.

The ropes left red marks on their skin, and their bodies were covered in filth.

At that moment, as they were being rescued, one of the two women rushed towards Philip, crying out in anguish.

"Philip, God, you've finally found us! Cynthia is dead! She's dead! She was calling your name before she died! Waaaaaah!!!"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Philip, who was about to take off his clothes and hand them to the woman to cover her body, was completely stunned.

He embraced the woman in his arms in disbelief, repeatedly asking her questions incredulously.

"What did you say? Why did Cynthia die? Why do they kill women? And who else died?!"

"Wait, why is Cynthia calling my name? I mean—damn it, what did those bastards do to her?!"

"Waaaaah, Philip, we—waaaaah—"

Faced with Philip's persistent questioning, the woman painfully raised her head and responded to Philip.

"Right after we were captured and brought here, they—wait, they didn't treat us like human beings at all! God, every single one of us was—wait, none of us escaped!"

"But Cynthia is different. Cynthia—she struggled incredibly hard; she even bit off someone's egg!"

"Believe me, Cynthia truly loves you. She said she never wants to use her body to please those damn bastards again!"

"She said she wanted to change her life; she said the apocalypse changed her life, she just wanted to change her way of living!"

"But—waaaaa, those wizards skinned Cynthia! She's in the back room! We—we're so scared! Oh God, they're all crazy!!!"

At this point, the sobbing woman lost her breath and began to cough violently.

Philip, staring blankly, released the woman and let one of Lucien's men embrace her, while he strode toward the room the woman had mentioned.

The next moment, Philip kicked open the door, and Cynthia's horrifying body immediately came into his view.

At this moment, Cynthia's head had already been shaved off, and the skin of her entire body had been torn open from her back and the back of her head, and she was suspended by ropes on the surrounding racks.

Cynthia's hands and feet were nailed to the surrounding shelves.

The most terrifying thing was that Cynthia's skin didn't completely peel off. The group only peeled off the skin on her back and stretched that part of the skin, making Cynthia's front look like a woman lying on a membrane.

And Cynthia was still alive; she hadn't quite died yet, but she was too weak to struggle and could only weakly open her mouth to Philip.

"Oh my God!"

Looking at Cynthia, whose skin twitched with every slight movement, Philip burst into tears.

Although he never loved Cynthia, this woman flattered him more than once and told him she loved him more than once!

Does he believe it?

Of course he didn't believe it, but what did it matter whether he believed it or not? After all, she was his bedmate, but now she had turned into this!

"Cynthia————"

Philip called Cynthia's name softly and approached her more cautiously, but Cynthia still didn't answer, only staring at Philip with her mouth open.

It was only then that Philip noticed blood gushing from Cynthia's mouth.

them----

They even cut off Cynthia's tongue.

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