Doomsday America.

Chapter 305 My dear lady, you didn't want this either...

"Beg me?"

Hearing Rudy's pleading words, Gavin chuckled, flicked his cigarette ash, and then patted Rudy on the shoulder.

"Rudy, may I call you that?"

"Of course, Boss Gavin!"

Rudy quickly responded, glanced at his wife, and then gestured to Gavin to listen.

Gavin gently patted Rudy's shoulder and then continued:

"Begging for mercy is pointless. After all, if you've really crossed the line, even if you beg, how could I let you go?" "And yet... at least you haven't fired at us, have you?"

"In that case, why not relax? Even if you don't beg for mercy, I'll still smile at you, my friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin nodded to Rudy.

Rudy and his wife, along with the other guys, all let out a collective sigh of relief.

Although they had never seen Gavin Camp or heard the camp's announcements, they did not yet have a clear understanding of the environment of Gavin Camp.

But at least for now, I don't have to die!

And Gavin.

Looking at the new survivors who all showed expressions of relief and seemed somewhat relaxed, he was struck by their expressions.

Gavin released Rudy's shoulder and patted him lightly.

"Thomas!"

"master!"

Thomas immediately stepped out of the crowd, while Gavin pointed to the gate of Xinxing Village and gave instructions.

"Thomas, you and Old Feng drive their two cars home together."

"Edward, take our new buddies and give them a ride in your car, we should go home!"

"Although the surrounding environment is safe, we don't need to stand in the wilderness chatting with our trusted partners."

"Even though I'm looking forward to the new stories these new friends are bound to bring, I think we should at least let them have a hot cup of coffee first!" With that, Gavin beckoned to Rudy and the other seven.

"Follow Edward, see you at the manor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin turned around, strode back to his passenger seat, and slammed the passenger door shut.

As the group returned to the car, Edward chuckled and approached the young sniper. Looking into the boy's now calm eyes, he said, "Kid, to be able to handle a sniper rifle at this age, you seem like someone worth training."

"But before that, you need to use your brain more!"

At this point, Edward, regardless of whether the young sniper understood much or not, simply pointed to the distant fields, directing Agatha's gaze towards the thriving vegetables and potatoes. He continued:

"Look how vast that land is, little sniper. Do you think a small force like yours with only six or seven people could maintain such a vast territory and consume such a large amount of food?" "A sheep raising its horn to challenge a rhinoceros will only earn it a rhinoceros's merciless thorns."

"So, once you understand the power of the sniper rifle in your hand, what you should really figure out is who to aim it at!" After saying this, Edward waved to the group of young snipers, signaling them to get into the car with him.

As Edward led the way to the armored vehicle, Eugene casually leaned over and chuckled as he spoke to Edward.

"Edward, don't fucking try to instill your whiny ideas in my people. She's one of my people, you know? She fucking uses a sniper rifle!" "Huh? Your people? Someone who uses a sniper rifle is one of your people? If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were a sniper rifle yourself!" Edward sneered and kicked Eugene in response to his shameless words.

Eugene, while dodging, spoke to Agatha, the sniper who was walking slowly.

"Hey kid, how many people have you killed?"

After a brief moment of thought, Agatha immediately gave her answer.

Upon hearing this, Eugene's eyes lit up. He then patted AM, whom Agatha had found in her arms, and continued to ask.

"Three is too few. But, did you take it down with this big guy in your arms?"

"Yes, sir!"

Agatha, holding a sniper rifle, gave Eugene a forced smile.

Eugene nodded in satisfaction upon receiving the answer.

"Very good, you have some talent. From now on, you'll learn from me. I'll recruit you into my field team and teach you how to become a professional sniper!" "As for me, heh heh, I'm a fucking super sniper from Delta Force, with a combat kill record of over 1700 meters and 37 combat kills. That number isn't from after the apocalypse, it's from before the apocalypse!"

At this point, Eugene laughed and shrugged.

Meanwhile, Edward leaned against the car door, waiting for Rudy and his group to get in, while yelling a curse at Eugene.

"Fuck you, Eugene, your bullshit is giving me a headache. When the hell did you ever join Delta Force?"

"Haha, I'm a sniper who's participated in Delta Force selections more than once, but like I said, I'll never pass that diving training." "But apart from that, I'm excellent in every other event, even the fucking bragging contest, hahahaha!" Amidst the laughter, Eugene sat back in his driver's seat and closed the door.

Edward, while making sure Rudy and his group were all in the car, tossed the AM magazine to Agatha, who was about to get in.

"Thanks!"

Agatha took the magazine, her eyes lighting up instantly.

Earlier, when they inspected the weapons, they had unloaded most of Rudy and his group's bullets. Now that the weapons were returned to their rightful owner, Agatha felt much more relaxed. Edward, however, smirked at Agatha when she thanked him.

"You're welcome, my future comrade-in-arms. But remember, don't listen to that red-haired guy's filthy mouth."

"If you ask me, you'd be better off joining my team, or Steve's, or working under Lao Feng would be safer."

"You could even join the boss's team; that would be like the Imperial Guard, haha~"

"But regardless, it's definitely better than following Redhead, because you and he are both snipers, and your roles overlap!" "You want to be Redhead's spotter?"

"Stop kidding, we all know that only the person who fires the shot gets the most thrill~"

At this point, Edward smiled and patted Agatha's slightly thin back, urging her to get in the car and sit down.

At the same time, I couldn't help but think that Agatha Christie was a bit thin and needed to improve her physique.

As for his rivalry with Eugene over Agatha Christie...

As I said before, shooting requires talent!

The farther the shooting distance, the higher the required talent!

If Agatha is truly a promising sniper, then without a doubt, no field team would mind having a sniper! So, after they both discovered a potential talent, they naturally had to compete with each other, neither wanting to let that good prospect go to the other's jerk. As for Agatha...

After being pulled into the car by Edward, she sat awkwardly in the seat that Aunt Tara had given her, and couldn't help but stare at Aunt Tara's enormous size. It was the first time she had ever seen such a behemoth as Tara in real life, especially a female giant, which made her somewhat surprised despite her nervousness. Noticing Agatha's gaze, Aunt Tara grinned and opened her thick lips to speak to Agatha.

"God, that's really fucking outrageous! And that Jonathan, he's the worst, damn it!"

"To scare you like this with a vicious dog, really! Humph, I'll teach him a lesson sometime, just to get justice for you!" With that, Aunt Tara squeezed herself out a bit, giving Agatha, who was sitting by the window, more space and preventing her from being squeezed. Seeing Tara's effort to move out, Agatha first pursed her lips in gratitude, but then her face lit up with frustration and despair! Only now did the little brat, her face contorted in despair, finally remember that she had peed…

She wet her pants...

God...

Waaah...

The little devil almost cried in an instant. This was... this was too embarrassing!

As the kid couldn't help but make a mournful face, Edward, in the driver's seat, started the car and followed the car in front, sneering at Tara, "Tara! Who did you just say you were going to teach a lesson to?! Teach the boss a lesson? You think you can?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm talking about Jonathan, the cowboy who plays with the dog!"

Tara quickly retorted.

Upon hearing this, Edward laughed heartily, shouting as he laughed.

"Haha, I thought you actually dared to challenge the boss, but you're absolutely right. After all, if you mess with the boss, he'll beat you so badly you'll get your period!" "Mazefak, Edward, I'll have a good talk with Jennifer about your foul mouth!"

Aunt Tara yelled and cursed at Edward, who nonchalantly continued driving.

Jennifer was his lover, and also the poor girl who was almost violated back then.

As for now, Jennifer was extremely satisfied with Edward. Edward was confident that he had trained Jennifer into a woman whose heart was completely devoted to him, and he didn't care about Tara's whispers about his girlfriend. Seeing Edward's nonchalant attitude, Tara scoffed, then tapped the little sniper Agatha's leg with her finger and said, "Kid, look over there, that's our stable, and of course, the cowshed, but there aren't many cows in the cowshed right now."

"Our cattle are currently grazing on the pastures west of the ranch. Those cattle, already accustomed to domestication, won't be thinking of breaking through the fences to roam further for at least several generations." "The camp's grasslands won't starve the cattle and horses; we won't lack beef for a long time, nor will we lack beautiful, tall horses for riding." "What color foal do you like? Or perhaps you should be braver and tame your own adult horse like a cowgirl." "I can teach you, kid. I'm a fitness instructor. You can learn from Edward; he's a squad leader in SEAL Team Six, incredibly tough!" "And you, kid, what do you do? I mean, before the apocalypse!"

Hela asked Agatha.

Upon hearing this, Agatha was slightly taken aback, and then, while looking at Edward in shock, she responded softly.

"Huh? Me? I'm a... I... dropped out of school, and I sell hamburgers at KFC."

"When the apocalypse came, I was on the night shift. My colleague, who was supposed to deliver fried chicken to the display case, suddenly shoved his hands and upper body into the fryer!" "I... well, I'm not as strong or capable as you guys. Uncle Rudy has always taken care of me!"

At this point, Agatha felt incredibly inferior.

After all, everyone at Camp Gavin looked exceptionally energetic, their uniforms were impeccably clean, and their standard military attire exuded a sense of power and security. Meanwhile, he himself was not only filthy, but he hadn't eaten properly for the past two days.

Because she works at a fried chicken restaurant, fried chicken is her least favorite food.

But in the last few days, when Uncle Rudy was leading them on a journey to find a new place to stay, he happened to search for a fried chicken shop in a highway rest area, and they were eating fried chicken that had been frozen for a long time... which was really unpleasant.

What's more, they were in a terrible state, and were prisoners of war in Gavin's camp.

The sense of disparity brought about by this identity is not something that every fifteen or sixteen-year-old can ignore.

Before she could think any further, the convoy had already returned to the luxurious estate.

In fact, Gavin Manor now looks quite dilapidated.

Although Horst and his men had been cleaning the manor, their efforts were mainly focused on the interior. The camp's limited manpower meant they couldn't spare the resources to thoroughly clean the exterior. As a result, the manor's once beautiful exterior walls were now stained and stained with countless drops of zombie blood.

Without a professional cleaning team, the manor looked ten years older, but ironically, it brought a sense of warmth to the post-apocalyptic crew. Seeing the small cowshed before her, and then the milkmaids standing up to greet the convoy, Agatha relaxed somewhat. Her tension eased considerably, leaving only a deep sense of embarrassment on her face.

Although Tara was big and burly, she had a sensitive heart and immediately noticed the awkwardness on Agatha's face.

So Tara whispered in Agatha's ear.

"Worried about your pants? Don't worry, the boss lent you his jacket."

"Besides, haha, it's just wetting your pants. What drunk guy hasn't wet his pants before?"

"And you probably don't know this, but that cocky redhead you were chatting with earlier, shortly after the apocalypse, was so scared of zombies that he peed his pants!" "Huh? Really? Seriously?!"

Upon hearing Tara's story, Agatha stared at Tara with wide eyes.

At that moment, all the other new survivors in the front and back seats of Agatha also pricked up their ears.

Tara nodded mysteriously, then continued in a low voice.

"Is that even a lie? But don't say it in front of that guy. That bastard is so vain. He's always hanging around the boss like he's something special." "He thinks not many people in the camp know about this, but actually, hehe, it's spread like wildfire. Even the newborn calves in the camp know about his embarrassing incident~ Hahaha!" Aunt Tara laughed excitedly, then tried to suppress her laughter, opened the car door and got out.

As Agatha followed Tara off the armored vehicle, she saw Gavin striding toward the manor gate, and he spoke softly.

"Eugene, you take all the field team leaders and continue to assign field personnel. I want to have a good talk with our new recruits."

"Okay, boss."

Eugene nodded, then called the field crew away.

At the same time, Winnie also came over to Gavin with a cup of milk tea in her hand and gave it to him.

Gavin took the milk tea and casually ruffled Winnie's hair.

Winnie, however, turned her gaze away from Gavin and landed on the jacket that Agatha had incongruously wrapped around her waist.

Agatha was quite pretty, though not quite as pretty as Winnie and Nikita. She was still incredibly youthful, and even though her face was dirty and her clothes were tattered, her youthful charm still radiated outwards.

The scent immediately drew Winnie's attention, and she stared intently at Agatha with her bright little eyes.

And Agatha...

Seeing the cowboy kid in front of Gavin constantly looking at her, Agatha only resisted for a moment before timidly lowering her head.

Good heavens, that kid's eyes... they look so familiar!

Just like the cheerleaders who bullied me in middle school!

That is, the kind of aura that makes you look like a campus celebrity at first glance!

Before the apocalypse, Agatha feared that kind of aura most, because that beautiful yet arrogant gaze only made her more aware of her own poverty and insignificance! And Winnie…

Her gaze moved from Agatha's face to her waist, and then immediately fell on Gavin's jacket.

Winnie paused for a moment when she saw the jacket, then quickly gave Agatha a sly smile and ran to her side.

"Boss, boss, let me take this girl to my room for a while. I felt so close to her the moment I saw her, like seeing a senior from school~" "No, no, no, no need, I...I...I..."

Faced with Winnie's abrupt invitation, Agatha quickly tried to refuse.

But before she could finish refusing, Winnie leaned close to Agatha's ear and whispered something to her.

"Stop fooling around, my pretty little sister. You really need to change your clothes, otherwise, why would the boss wrap his jacket around your waist?" As soon as she finished speaking, Winnie led away the anxious and flustered Agatha.

Gavin led Rudy and his group to the middle of the hall and sat down on his sofa.

He wanted to hear Rudy's story.

We should also listen to what changes are happening in other parts of the post-apocalyptic world!