Doomsday America.

Chapter 297 Relax, it won't hurt.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually approached from behind, and Eugene, who was dragging Emil toward the pickup truck, couldn't help but turn around to look.

Then he saw Gavin holding a longsword that gleamed with silver light, looking at him with a gloomy expression.

Noticing Gavin's expression, Eugene paused for a moment, then grabbed Emil's hair and dragged him towards Pikachu. "Ahhh...please, boss, spare me, spare me! I only gave him two blades of grass, just two!"

As Emil continued to wail at Gavin's retreating figure, Gavin had already ridden past him, leaving only one sentence for Eugene and the others: "I'll be waiting for you at the grave."

As soon as he finished speaking, Octavian had already carried Gavin far away, leaving only two large crows cawing twice at the wailing and screaming men. As Gavin walked away, Old Feng couldn't help but raise his knee and give the man he was carrying a hard bump in the lower back, saying...

"Hey guys, stop yelling. You'd better have some self-respect."

"Waaaaah..."

His words only elicited continuous groans from the men, while Eugene spoke up to Feng.

"Alright, Lao Feng, there's no use talking to them. After all, they dare to disobey even the boss, let alone us." With that, Eugene roughly threw Emil next to a pickup truck parked in front of the old manor, then shook his right hand, letting the strands of hair fall from his grasp. And Lao Feng...

He paused for a moment, then sighed, shook his head, and put the things he was carrying into the pickup truck bed.

Gavin initially didn't let Lao Feng participate in the transport, but Eugene and Edward alone were simply overwhelmed transporting four people, especially since one of them was seriously injured. So, Lao Feng joined in to help, but this act of helping only made him feel more anxious and worried.

Seemingly sensing Lao Feng's nervousness, Edward, while tying up the two men and throwing them into the pickup truck, said to Lao Feng, panting heavily, "Feng, until now, I finally think you might not actually be a member of your country's active-duty T1 special forces."

"After all, the way you look... seems a bit...sympathetic towards them."

"Well, that might not be sympathy. Perhaps it's a feeling that their deaths were a pity, or maybe it's a fear of death and vigilante justice." "But whatever you think, I want you to understand one thing: this isn't some frivolous act of vigilante justice made on a whim by some high society. This is a fair and just resolution, and their fate is the most appropriate decision at the moment!"

At this point, Edward leaned closer to Lao Feng and helped him put the men Lao Feng was controlling into the car.

The two men threw the guy into the car, and Old Feng shook his head and explained to Edward in a low voice.

"That's not what I think, you bastard. If the boss hears your stupid talk, who knows what he'll think of me."

"I'm not sympathizing with them, I'm just lamenting Margaret's situation, and of course, the woman who just got her head blown off by the boss." "Clearly, this marijuana outbreak wasn't the accidental event we initially thought. In a large part of what seems like a fluke, Margaret and the women under her command appear to be playing a much more dangerous role!"

At this point, Lao Feng raised his head and looked at the woman who was stumbling and running towards them in the distance.

That person was, of course, Margaret.

By this time, she had taken off her high heels and was walking barefoot on the grass, letting the remaining dry grass stubble irritate her feet. But she didn't cry out in pain; instead, she ran wildly with a terrified expression, catching up with the group in the blink of an eye.

Eugene saw Margaret approaching and listened to what Old Feng had just said.

So he threw the blood-covered Emil into the warehouse, sneering as he spat in Margaret's direction.

"Pooh!"

He said jokingly

"I don't know what those damn women are thinking. They've only been at the camp for a few days, and they've already forgotten the days when they were treated like bitches by those voodoo cultists." "Heh heh~"

As soon as Eugene finished speaking, Edward couldn't help but burst out laughing, then sneered at Margaret and said...

"Who knows? Maybe they got carried away by those voodoo cult bastards and can't let go of the feeling of oppression and humiliation, wanting to add some excitement to their future lives?" "Haha!"

"Hahaha!"

After Edward finished speaking, he and Eugene looked at each other and smiled.

The two of them laughed as they got into the front seat of the pickup truck.

Old Feng, feeling a bit awkward, got into the back seat and looked at Margaret, who was still speeding along, with a pity through the glass.

This was, after all, 2013. At this stage, gender antagonism in the East hadn't yet emerged, or at least not as severe as it would become in the future. Therefore, in Lao Feng's eyes at this moment, women were indeed viewed through the lens of being a vulnerable group, making it impossible for him to react with the same emotionless mockery as Eugene and Martin. His current feelings could perhaps be described as, "A beautiful woman, yet she became a thief."

With these thoughts in mind, Old Feng shook his head to himself, then took out cigarettes from his pocket and offered one to each of Eugene and Martin.

The three of them, puffing on cigarettes and telling dirty jokes, drove towards the cemetery. When they arrived, Gavin had already been standing silently in front of the cemetery for a while. Gavin stood beside the tombstone of the guy who had been killed by the bear, his longsword planted firmly in the ground before him, his elbows resting on the talons, his face grim as he stared at the approaching pickup truck. The voices in the pickup truck mocking Margaret and her feminist faction fell silent at Gavin's sour expression, and Eugene silently pulled the truck over in front of Gavin. "Boss!"

In the back seat, Lao Feng nervously greeted Gavin.

Hearing the sound, Gavin squinted as if waking from a dream, nodded to Old Feng in response, and then gestured with his chin to the ground in front of him. Following this gesture, the three men in the car immediately got out and threw the bound man in front of Gavin one by one.

Emil was no longer able to kneel on the ground, so he was laid there horizontally.

As for the other three men, they were all kicked and shoved to their knees by Lao Feng and his men, kneeling right in front of Gavin.

Only after the last man had knelt down, weeping, did Old Feng wipe the sweat from his hands and look at the cemetery.

Only now did Lao Feng realize, as if waking from a dream, the true transformation before and after the apocalypse.

In the past, Gavin had always tried to maintain the atmosphere of the camp at a level that was even higher than it was before the apocalypse.

So, although Lao Feng had a sense of unease about the apocalypse, he didn't really feel much change in terms of the living. He just felt that everyone was doing well and no one had discriminated against him or other Chinese people like Wang Ling.

But now…

Old Feng had realized that while the lack of discrimination and the positive atmosphere were genuine, the true core of the camp after the apocalypse would be infinitely more ruthless than before. At least for now, no matter how many beautiful layers of facade the camp wore, it couldn't change the fact that it was essentially Gavin's personal fiefdom! The rules here were dictated by Gavin, and the laws were merely his decisions.

As for now.

The rules have been challenged, and the law is being violated!

Gavin looked down at his men kneeling before him, looking up at him.

Looking into their despairing eyes, Gavin took a deep breath, then gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and spoke.

"I remember your names, guys. I remember every single one of your names, so when I pray for you, I promise God will hear your names." "And you, shut up your crying. At least you won't die before Margaret arrives, and maybe you still have some last words to say to me." "I won't forgive you, but I won't... refuse to listen. I can hear you."

At this point, Gavin slightly moved his hand that was gripping the sword hilt.

The three people kneeling on the ground couldn't help but look at Gavin, their mouths agape, as if they wanted to say something.

But after opening and closing their mouths for a long time, no sound came out; they didn't even know what they wanted to say.

He wanted to be spared, but he knew he was doomed.

I wanted to curse, but unfortunately, I didn't have the courage to do so.

Who else do you want to report?

More than one person thought this way; they just wanted more people to end up like they did.

But... they really didn't have anything else to report, especially since Emil had also reported Dorothea, but she still died... Anyway, after Gavin fell silent again, the atmosphere at the scene became eerily quiet.

Only Emil remained, lying there groaning in pain.

Seeing that the group had stopped talking and even stopped crying, she noticed that they had all fallen silent.

Gavin narrowed his eyes slightly in surprise, then nodded in satisfaction and whispered to the others.

"Nothing to say, so you choose to be quiet? Very good. At this moment, you've shown a side that I admire." "Thinking about it, it's true. After all, since the apocalypse, you are the first group to truly violate my orders. Before you, there were indeed people who made mistakes, but none of them dared to challenge my bottom line." "As for what my bottom line is? You can all see it, can't you? Because so far, the camp has only had no more than five rules with actual punishment schemes!" "Those are my rules, one of the few rules."

"And my rule will be the only law after the apocalypse!"

At this point, Gavin let out a long breath, then wiggled his fingers and moved his hands from the hilt to the guard.

As he calmed himself down, among the people kneeling before him, Orol looked up at Gavin and spoke softly.

"Boss...slurp..."

He couldn't help but sniffle, since his hands had been tied the whole time, and he couldn't wipe away the snot and tears that had flowed out earlier.

He continued speaking while sniffling.

"All I want to say is, I didn't conspire with those bitches in anything, I just... shared my marijuana..."

"Me too, me too!"

Beside him, Nanders nodded heavily, echoing Euro's words.

As for Gavin…

Seeing the two men in front of him speaking so righteously, he nodded helplessly and said to them.

"I understand, Auror, Nandez. Even in the end, you were simply making mistakes, not plotting anything evil. I'm relieved." "Phew...that's good. It's good that you know, boss."

Hearing Gavin's words, Orol let out a breath, and even straightened his neck a little more.

He then continued speaking, appearing slightly more alert.

"I admit I didn't follow your rules, boss. I made a mistake, and everything I have now is what I deserve."

"But you're a really good leader. I like you a lot, and I like our camp a lot too. You did a much better job than Lucien!" "If this stupid thing hadn't happened today, maybe I would have found a wife in the camp, had a child, built my own little house, farmed, raised my child, and cared for my wife until she died of old age." "Waaaaaah!!!"

As soon as Euro was speaking, Nandes suddenly let out a wail.

"I'm so stupid, waaaaah, Auror, I'm so stupid, we shouldn't have argued today!"

Nandes's defeat completely shattered Euro's carefully cultivated composure.

After all, the cause of today's group drug use incident was that the two of them argued about marijuana, which eventually escalated to Gavin's place.

Upon hearing Nandez's cries, Gavin paused for a moment, then looked at Nandez and spoke.

"Yes, Nanders, if it weren't for you and Orol coming to me to arbitrate your marijuana issue, I wouldn't have known that marijuana had spread to this extent in the camp." "Actually, from this perspective, you two deserve some credit."

After he said that, the two of them immediately looked up at Gavin with hopeful eyes.

Gavin remained silent, a silence that gradually extinguished the hope in their eyes, until finally, they both lowered their heads again, leaving only faint sobs. In this atmosphere of sobs filling the silence, heavy breathing gradually approached from afar.

Margaret, dragging her foot which was already bleeding in several places, stumbled and sprinted into the middle of the crowd, then collapsed to the ground as if she had fallen, falling face-first into Gavin's arms. "Boss!"

Despite falling, she quickly got up and looked at Gavin, panting heavily.

Gavin looked at her silently for a long while before finally speaking to her.

"Kneel down, kneel down beside them, Margaret, unless you have something else to say to me."

"I'll say it on my knees! I'll say it on my knees!"

Although Margaret was afraid, she immediately knelt down, right next to the other four people.

Seeing Margaret kneel down in the blink of an eye, Eugene chuckled and took out a cigarette, offering one to Old Feng and Edward.

Just as the three of them lit their tobacco and began to smoke, Gavin gently raised his longsword and strode up to Margaret.

She looked at Gavin approaching, then at the sword blade reflecting the sunlight.

Margaret's shoulders trembled as she spoke rapidly.

"I know what to do from now on, boss. I'm sure I know. You know I have the ability to get women to surround me. Even if it's not me, there will definitely be someone else who will become the opinion leader for at least a portion of the women in the camp!"

"I made a mistake, a very serious one, but I wasn't the one who caused this mistake. I did take advantage of this incident—no, not me, but us, me and my people—but we didn't intend to create this incident in the first place!"

"Rather than letting another woman become the core of that bunch of bitches in the future, leading them to do even more stupid things, or using them to cause you trouble, at least I've been most deeply impressed by everything that happened today, boss. I know I was wrong, please!"

"Please, really, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

As she spoke, Gavin happened to walk up to her. She suddenly shuffled a few steps on her knees, grabbed Gavin's right leg, and began frantically kissing everything within her reach. Gavin looked at her with disgust, and she continued to bend down until she knelt on the ground, frantically kissing Gavin's boots.

And Gavin.

He let Margaret frantically try to please him until her clothes were soaked with sweat. Only then did Gavin finally remove his boots, walk past Margaret to Emil, who was lying on the other side of the path. Watching Gavin's retreating figure, Margaret looked up as if waking from a dream, breathing heavily and nervously.

Gavin raised his longsword and silently swung it downwards.

laugh!

With a swift stroke of the sword, the corpse was severed from its head.

Gavin silently drew his longsword and moved on to the next person.

Seeing Gavin standing in front of him, Orol let out a snort and roared.

"Boss!"

"I am here, and I will give you the punishment you deserve, Euro."

Gavin responded with a shout, then swiftly brought down the knife.

puff!

"Ahhh...ah?"

At that moment, Orol's scream was loud at first, then he became somewhat confused.

He thought he would also lose his head, but Gavin's blade did not slash, but stab.

The sword pierced straight through his thigh as he knelt on the ground, but he did not die!

He's not dead yet!

Of course, even after realizing he wasn't dead, his screams didn't stop; his thigh had been pierced, and blood was gushing out like a fountain. Gavin then drew his sword and continued walking towards Nanders, speaking as he did so.

"Be tougher, Nandes, don't act like a girl."

"Yes, sir! Boss... Boss!!!"

Nandes stared wide-eyed as if waking from a dream, watching helplessly as Gavin's longsword pierced his thigh. He then knelt there, desperately trying to endure the pain, clutching his wound and gasping for breath. Gavin ignored him and turned to another man.

Before the other man could even plead for mercy, Gavin had already swiftly beheaded him.

Finally, Gavin, carrying a bloodstained knife, stood before Margaret.

As he approached, Margaret immediately straightened up, revealing her thighs that had been hidden while kneeling, and nervously spoke to Gavin, "Boss, I'm still useful. Since I can become a leader of those bitches, it means I can control them. Even if I didn't do that well in the past, I know now and in the future what I should do. I..."

"Wait, Margaret."

Just as Margaret was speaking, Gavin suddenly interrupted her.

He raised his longsword and looked at Margaret's slender neck as he spoke.

"You're right, Margaret. You didn't just beg for mercy; you told me what you should do and what you could do." "But that's not important, Margaret. None of that matters. The only important thing is what you've already done."

"Lucien is a reckless fool, and Auror and Nanders are brainless fools. They're both fools, and fools make mistakes." "But you, Margaret, you're a smart woman, so you're not just being foolish, nor are you making mistakes; you're... committing a crime!"

"Because you should never have set your sights on astronauts!"

"I don't know why you did that. Maybe you just wanted to drag more people down with you and make me more open to marijuana?" "But that's too easy. And you're a smart guy, so you're more like turning my most important tool for the future into your tool, your own tool... or your faction's tool!" "More importantly, no matter what you think, your actions will only lead to one consequence: allowing ideas that go against my will to spread throughout the camp!" "You acted too quickly, and in the way I dislike the most. This is terrible."

"Today, all the marijuana in the camp does indeed come from Lucien and his field team."

"But I know one thing for sure: the real culprit who made this matter escalate to such a huge extent is almost entirely you!"

"So, bow your head, Margaret!"

"Relax, take a deep breath, it won't hurt anymore."