Doomsday America.

Chapter 250 Appeasement

Gavin noticed Lucien's expression, but he wasn't in the mood to talk, so he ignored Lucien and continued to focus on Eugene's back.

The unexpected escapee actually helped Gavin to distract himself from some of his sadness.

Behind him, Philip carefully pressed Cynthia's skin as close to his body as possible, then took off his own clothes and wrapped her up with great care.

While wrapping her up, Philip could no longer hold back his sobs and simply hugged Cynthia inside the clothes and cried loudly.

Beside him, Martin lit a cigarette with a melancholy expression, took a puff, and then, finding the smoke particularly unpleasant, simply threw it on the ground before striding over to the two remaining living members of the Voodoo Cult.

He grabbed one of the men by the collar, ignoring the man's wet pants, and yelled and cursed at him.

"Who ran away? Damn it, who ran away?!"

boom!

Martin punched the man hard in the face, then grabbed him and continued yelling at him.

"Why didn't you say you weren't all here? Why did someone run away? Damn it, are you hiding something from me?!" "Speak up! Say something, you bastard!"

boom!

boom!

The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed in the room, a commotion that truly terrified the last Voodoo cult survivor.

Martin punched his companion several times, leaving his face covered in blood, and then released his companion as he looked at him.

The last survivor of the Voodoo Cult swallowed hard and quickly spoke to Martin.

"The one who escaped...the one who escaped might be...Seth Binns, he's the only one I didn't see, he..."

"Did I ask you to speak?! Did I fucking ask you to speak?! Do you need to tell me that?!"

boom!

Martin kicked the guy who had spoken to the ground and then gave him a good beating.

Gavin, taking another deep breath, waved to the other Lucien crew members, as well as Nicholas and Paul, and said, "Stop watching the show. Go and thoroughly search the entire resort!"

"Remember, check if there are any other places here, such as dungeons, and especially check if there are any other... survivors who need our help, or who may still be alive!"

"In addition, rescue everyone from Margaret's camp and let them rest in the hall!"

"Paul, you and Nicholas go find the kitchen here and prepare some food, just cook what you're best at."

"Get moving, everyone!"

At this moment, Gavin's tone unusually lacked patience.

Nicholas and Paul left the room in silence, groping their way towards the possible location of the kitchen.

As for Lucien and his men...

Seeing Gavin's face turn ashen, none of Lucien's men dared to question the orders Gavin had given.

Lucien himself opened his mouth and gave Gavin a deep look.

However, after glancing at him, he still didn't say anything, and then turned and walked away.

Noticing Lucien's back, Gavin suddenly thought of something and shouted out abruptly.

"Lucien!"

"Yo!"

The moment Gavin uttered those words, Lucien instinctively jolted. Immediately afterward, Lucien's mind began to automatically replay the gruesome scene of Gavin punching Morris to death and stomping on someone's upper body.

"I...I'm here!"

Lucien turned around stiffly and nervously, looked at Gavin with a wry smile, and asked in a low voice.

"What's up, Gavin... boss?"

"Get all your men down the mountain to come up and help, including those two bastards who got separated from the group halfway up the mountain, as soon as possible!"

Gavin whispered the instructions to Lucien.

Upon hearing this, Lucien paused slightly, then quickly glanced at the Voodoo Cult survivor being beaten, before hastily explaining to Gavin, "Wait, Gavin, my two escaped men didn't deserve to die! I need them to work. We've already lost one person; we can't afford to lose two more. You don't have to kill them..."

"I'll kill your whole family, you bastard! When did I say I was going to kill them? Tell them all to come back and help me, and let them fucking practice their courage!"

Gavin interrupted Lucien with a shout, then sighed and waved to Lucien.

"In the apocalypse, everyone faces life-or-death situations. If everyone wants to run, do you want to become human puzzle pieces for the Voodoo cult? Fools, get to work!"

"Okay...okay, I'll go right away!"

Lucien left the room with a sigh of relief, frantically trying to contact his men via walkie-talkie.

The two henchmen who escaped halfway up the mountain did indeed return to the vicinity of the car that Chandson was guarding.

Upon hearing the order, they drove up the mountain without much hesitation.

At that moment, Eugene, from his sniping position, also revealed a sinister smile.

He had just killed five people; that number wasn't enough to vent his anger!

Besides, he's a sniper, and he likes to use guns to vent his frustrations!

So he narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled the trigger.

boom!

After a loud bang, the man who was descending the mountain in the distance suddenly had his right leg explode!

The violent explosion sent the man tumbling outwards, rolling for more than ten meters before coming to a stop, his face filled with despair and terror as he stared at his shattered thigh.

Eugene only shot his knee, but the TAC50 is an anti-materiel sniper rifle, and its bullets are even more powerful than those of a machine gun. It shattered his knee and half of his thigh, completely destroying them!

But this was not what Eugene wanted; he continued aiming menacingly.

boom!

The escapee's right hand, along with half of his forearm, was completely gone.

boom!

His left arm was completely gone, and there were large bloodstains on his shoulder blade and side ribs.

Only then did Eugene stand up comfortably.

At the same time, Gavin's voice came through the walkie-talkie on his waist.

"Eugene, what's going on? Why did you fire so many shots? Are you fucking shaking, you bastard!"

Upon hearing this, Eugene shrugged and responded softly.

"I have my plans, boss. When it comes to sniping, especially long-range sniping, even you have to listen to me. And I've already taken care of that bastard; he's probably having a blast right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene ignored the guy lying on the road halfway up the mountain and groaned in pain, and went back to Gavin's side with his gun on his back.

In the courtyard, hearing Eugene and Gavin's conversation, Sean, sitting in the cockpit of the plane, threw away his cigarette butt, then put the locator for the auxiliary machine gun aiming back to his ear, and whispered something.

"Boss, if there's nothing else going on at the resort, I should head back to the nickel mine where Margaret's camp is located and bring Edward and Steve over!"

"Okay, go ahead, and be careful during the flight."

Gavin gave permission, and the sound of helicopters immediately filled the air.

Down on the mountainside, Chandson was also driving uphill when he happened to pass by the escapee who had almost been beaten into a pulp.

The man's desperate wails sent a chill down Chandson's spine for a moment. Chandson quickly sped past him and continued running up the mountain.

And at the resort.

The people at Margaret's camp were gradually rescued, and Lucien finally saw Margaret, who was tied to a bed and covered in wounds! At that moment, Lucien opened his mouth in despair, then lowered his eyes and took small steps toward Margaret.

Upon noticing the figure entering, Margaret, who had been tense, suddenly relaxed.

"I knew it..."

Margaret gave a weak, bitter smile.

"The artillery and machine gun fire has been going on for so long, you should have decided the outcome long ago. Was it you who did it, or Gavin, or both of you? 'We did it together...slurp!'"

As Lucien answered, he couldn't help but sniff.

No one could have imagined that the burly man with a full chest hair and a thick beard was suppressing what could be described as a weak emotion. He tried to remain calm as he approached Margaret, carefully controlling his feelings.

Reaching out to Margaret's bound hands, Lucien took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but the words that came out were a mournful complaint.

"What happened? Ugh... how did it get like this?"

As he spoke, Lucien pursed his lips and then cut the ropes binding Margaret.

As the rope snapped, Margaret's body went limp, her joints throbbing with a numb, itchy pain that made it difficult for her to move. Seeing this, Lucien hastily caught Margaret, grabbing the surrounding sheets and blankets and anxiously helping her dry off. Feeling Lucien's careful movements, Margaret gave a wry smile, looked up at him, and said...

"If you want to kill me, now is the perfect time. I know you've been thinking about it, you must have thought about it."

"Don't fucking talk nonsense! I want to 'fuck' you to death, not kill you. Don't get me wrong!"

Lucien responded, then wrapped Margaret in the blanket, and went to look for Margaret's clothes.

Seeing Lucien searching around the room, Margaret paused slightly and said softly.

"Don't bother looking anymore. When they caught me, I was only wearing a nightgown."

"Those bastards stripped us naked when they put us in the car, how could you possibly find my clothes?" "Go to the closet over there, don't be stupid, just take two sets of men's clothes, I can wear them."

"and……"

At this point, watching Lucien immediately run towards the wardrobe, Margaret took a deep breath, shook her head weakly, and whispered, "Thank you."

"What did you say?"

Lucien didn't hear Margaret's last words clearly, so he quickly stopped and asked her with concern.

Seeing Lucien's foolish act of suddenly stopping, Margaret took a deep breath and cursed loudly.

"Hey you fucking hurry up, I'm freezing!"

"Haha, you definitely didn't say that, definitely not! You're such a stubborn capitalist woman, just like your donkey party's mascot!"

Lucien immediately burst out laughing, then went to the wardrobe to find clothes for Margaret.

Margaret lowered her head, her lips moved slightly, but it was unclear what she was saying.

A moment later, Lucien found two sets of Morris's old clothes and brought them to Margaret's side.

Margaret struggled to raise her hand to take the clothes, but felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Morris had tied her up too tightly and for too long! Seeing that Margaret couldn't get dressed, Lucien curled his lip and casually lifted Margaret's blanket.

After wiping Margaret's entire body again with one of the garments, Lucien patted Margaret's backside and teased her softly, "Stupid woman, do you think it would be better to die by my hand?"

"If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth, you idiot!"

Margaret cursed angrily, but still tried her best to raise her arms so Lucien could put them inside her clothes. When she got her pants on, Lucien pursed his lips and casually rubbed his hand on Margaret's lower abdomen, taking advantage of the situation.

In the past, Margaret disliked this kind of shameless behavior the most.

but now……

For some reason, Margaret felt relieved when she discovered that Lucien was actually in the mood to take advantage of her.

After dressing Margaret, Lucien wanted to carry her out of the room.

Margaret refused, so Lucien had no choice but to help her out of the room.

After they crossed the second-floor corridor, they saw the women gathered in the hall, and Margaret's nose suddenly stung with tears.

And then she saw Cynthia, who was being held in Philip's arms and was now completely silent.

Margaret desperately dodged the corpse, turning her face away and clenching her teeth.

Noticing Margaret being supported by Lucien, Gavin sighed and then lit a cigarette.

He didn't go to pick up the woman, letting Lucien help her into the hall and then to him.

Until this moment.

Until Gavin and the two ravens on his shoulder came into Margaret's view.

Margaret finally began to twitch uncontrollably.

puff!

She threw herself at Gavin, then hugged him tightly and began to wail hysterically.

"Waaaaah... Gavin, it's my fault, it's all my fault, I didn't take good care of everyone!"

"I never expected we'd be attacked. I was still dreaming of moving to your camp. I even drank two bottles of red wine! Waaah, it's all my fault!"

"I...I...wailing...see..."

At that moment, Margaret's hysterical crying stopped abruptly, and she completely fainted.

All around, the women still alive in Margaret's camp looked at Margaret with concern.

One of the women let out a low growl with a gloomy expression.

"It wasn't your fault, Margaret. If they hadn't abandoned us that night after taking us in, we wouldn't have been attacked. There were only three people who attacked us, three..."

"Shut your mouth, you stupid woman! I just killed five people, I don't mind killing one more!"

Eugene suddenly interrupted the woman.

As Eugene spoke, Gavin took a deep breath, then hugged Margaret tighter, glancing at the woman who had questioned him. Meeting the simultaneous gazes of Gavin and Raven, the woman trembled violently.

As she trembled, Gavin asked her in a calm tone.

"What's your name, woman?"

"I am Sabrina! What, do you want to kill me too, or insult me ​​like they did, or skin me alive!"

Sabrina looked at Gavin with tears in her eyes.

Gavin lowered his eyes and looked at the deep bloodstains on the woman's neck and wrists, then gently shook his head.

"How could I do that? You're mine, you're all mine, ever since you agreed to join me." "I just wanted to say, Sabrina, what you just said wasn't wrong."

"As your leader, for whatever reason, I failed to protect you all at this moment. You're right."

"Perhaps I should stay and keep you company for the night, maybe."

"In that case, I have the ability and the confidence to promise you, as the boss, that I will never allow what happened next to continue, and that everyone who dares to lay a finger on you will die by my hand!"

"Without exception!"

"But my eyes cannot see through hundreds of kilometers, my hands and feet cannot support a body thousands of miles away, I cannot hear even a moment into the future, and I cannot make starlight your guardian angel."

"Therefore, you can rely on me."

"But you must also protect yourself!"

"I am not perfect, my child."

At this point, Gavin took a deep breath and silently looked at Sabrina, who was breathing heavily.

After a moment of stunned silence, Sabrina suddenly lowered her head and burst into tears.

Hearing Sabrina's cries, Gavin shook his head, carried Margaret to Sabrina, and embraced both of them in his arms.

"Feel sorry……"

He whispered in Sabrina's ear.

"I'm late."

"Waaaaah... Ah... Waaaaah... I... Waaaaah, no, I should be apologizing, I'm going crazy, I think I'm going crazy, Gavin, I'm sorry, I... Waaaaah... I'm sorry!"

Sabrina's tears welled up and dripped down Gavin's blood-stained clothes.

The other women around her were also affected by Sabrina's cries, and more and more sobs began to rise.

Hearing the cries from all directions, Eugene looked around irritably, his right leg involuntarily starting to shake.

Martin took another deep breath, then sprang up from the sofa and kicked the already dazed Voodoo survivor. The kick jolted the survivor awake, causing Martin's brow to furrow deeply.

"Who the hell woke you up! Who the hell woke you up! Who!!!"

boom!

The Voodoo cult survivors immediately fainted.

Martin, annoyed, kicked him twice more, then returned to Gavin's side in frustration.

Meanwhile, towards the kitchen.

Nicholas was carrying two hams as he approached the hall.

Seeing the crowd of people crying in the hall, he paused and said nervously in a low voice.

"Boss, I... how about I make some coffee for everyone first?"

"I...I'll go help!"

"Me too! Me too!"

At that moment, although Lucien's men were not familiar with Sherry Guras, they still eagerly signed up and hurriedly followed Nicholas, leaving the oppressive atmosphere of the hall.

Gavin let the women cry for four or five minutes before Margaret, after waking up, yelled at them to stop.

"Stop crying! Shut up and wipe your tears away. Those voodoo bastards don't care about our tears. This stuff only hurts the people who truly care about us. Stop crying, all of you!"

Finally, the women's emotions were calmed down.

Few women who are controlled by their emotions will be afraid of men who care about them, even if that man is Gavin.

Because what women fear most is always another woman.