Doomsday America.

Chapter 335 Discussion about the biker gang

And these words Kyle said to himself...

Gavin did listen, but that was all.

After all, there are quite a few old men in the fraternity. Gavin could see at least fourteen or fifteen men around fifty years old and seven or eight women who were either slightly overweight or had slightly loose skin.

Even though there were so many of Kyle's peers in the camp, Kyle still looked weak and alone, and none of his peers were willing to follow him.

As for Kyle's management role at Virgin Galactic...

What an outstanding resume!

Before the apocalypse, of course, since not many people actually have experience managing more than 10,000 people.

But are the 10,000 people before the apocalypse and the 10,000 people now really the same thing?

Moreover, Gavin noticed that compared to Kyle, who, despite being thin, still had rosy lips, white teeth, and relatively smooth skin, the other older members of the Brotherhood...

The other elderly people not only had much rougher skin, but their faces also clearly showed signs of high altitude redness.

Gavin prefers to speculate that those elderly people are the real American veterans, old guys who came from the Cold War era, and the true foundation and cornerstone of American society.

So even though Kyle was the first to approach Gavin, Gavin was more concerned about the elderly men who were clumsy in words and deeds but clearly had a lot of hard work to do.

Gavin always felt that those elderly people would give him tons of surprises!

Therefore, when Madison and Wang Ling took direct control of the fraternity's various operations and began leading the fraternity members to relocate, Gavin mingled with the old men who interested him.

While helping the grumbling white men pack their belongings, he also helped them load various tools into their car.

Gavin inquired about their past work.

Upon hearing this question, Gavin was immediately pleasantly surprised.

These old men truly did not disappoint him, for these men, like their rough appearance, possessed considerable industrial experience. Among them were oil workers, electrical workers, miners, and chemical workers.

Although the number of these elderly men is relatively small, their jobs cannot yet cover all walks of life.

However, most of these people have the foundation to participate in heavy industrial labor, and on this basis, they each possess some unique skills that they have come to understand.

As for carpentry, bricklaying, and painting, don't be ridiculous. What's the most expensive thing in America? It's labor!

Therefore, the elderly people who all have experience in supporting their families have a lot of skills. They have all repaired or even built their own log cabins. Three of the old men even dug a swimming pool and connected it to the groundwater.

By the way, there are two old men who have extensive experience in stealing electricity. This experience is extraordinary; it's comparable to tax evasion. They are incredibly experienced, bold, and meticulous!

Gavin's mood improved dramatically in an instant.

Just these old men alone are enough for Gavin to say that this trip to the Brotherhood was worthwhile!

He didn't waste three days with his men, nor did he take them on any pointless adventures.

His actions truly laid a solid foundation for building industrial power for the future of the camp!

As for the older women other than these elderly people, those relatively kind old ladies.

Well, these old ladies... compared to the old men, they have fewer skills.

It must be said that in the United States during the 1980s and 1990s, and even until around 2005 and 2008, the income in first-tier cities was generally considered to be very high.

America has countless small towns that sprang up around local industries, and in those towns, apart from a few local gunners and pre-Brahmins.

Those workers who were willing to work hard and thus had stable incomes were truly among the upper class in the county town.

Because their income is generally enough to support their entire families, these workers' wives often don't need to do strenuous work. Therefore, most of these elderly women are purely housewives, solely responsible for caring for their families and children.

Apart from two elderly women, one who sells cosmetics and the other who does flower arranging.

The other elderly ladies were all ordinary housewives, which is a bit of a pity.

But in any case, these elderly ladies will definitely be able to integrate well into the camp kitchen team.

Doris's current kitchen team is filled with more than twenty young people of just the right age. Their physical strength and experience could be used for more difficult and arduous work.

For example, building camphouses, roads, or fortifications.

The older women at the fraternity can certainly serve as replacements for the kitchen staff, freeing up more of the younger workers. In short, as long as the fraternity members don't engage in any shady, underhanded dealings, they'll all be useful.

As for what kind of people are trying to engage in such underhanded and despicable activities...

Tsk tsk, isn't that Mr. Kyle, who still follows me around, spouting off content to me even now, his little mouth still hasn't stopped?

Kyle was incredibly energetic, not only chatting with Garen about this and that, but also instinctively offering his own opinions and suggestions on Garen's various inquiries about the elderly.

Of course, those suggestions weren't entirely useless, but generally speaking, they were all somewhat outdated, belonging to the pre-apocalyptic era. As for the Brotherhood's past misdeeds that he mentioned...

That's truly in the past; you can tell just by looking at the Brotherhood's current personnel structure.

Gavin was unclear about the fraternity's previous personnel structure because he had never seen it.

But now, the Brotherhood has only sixteen young men left, most of whom are relatively cowardly and afraid to fight. The guys who dared to shoot were all taken by Connor in the last wave, leaving only Brody and four others alive.

Given this structure, even if the Brotherhood in the past really did some horrific and stupid things.

They absolutely no longer have the power to do that.

Therefore, many of Kyle's explanations and suggestions were completely useless, and Gavin would be a fool to listen to them.

As for why he kept Kyle...

The Brotherhood has suffered too many deaths recently, and Gavin doesn't want to continue killing people they know as soon as he sees them and takes over, putting extra pressure on them and creating additional difficulties and hidden dangers for himself.

In short, the remaining fifty or so members of the fraternity, in a daze, followed Madison and Wang Ling and the others to pack their luggage.

They didn't know whether they should listen to Gavin, but most of their leader and other fraternity leaders had died in the past ten days of fighting the biker gang, so they had no other choice.

Brody, however, still possesses the ability and identity to reintegrate the entire Brotherhood.

But he didn't have the time, nor the opportunity.

How could Gavin give him a chance?

At this point, approximately forty-five minutes had passed.

The fraternity members, who had experienced relocation work more than once before, had already packed all the bags and packages into the vehicles and dismantled the tents, tidying up the convoy for the relocation.

Their fleet consisted of far more vehicles than Gavin's; Gavin quickly counted them and found a total of twenty-two!

There were two motorhomes, one Iveco van, one truck, and the rest were all sturdy and durable pickup trucks.

Gavin's fleet was streamlined because his team was efficient in field operations and had integrated personnel, making full use of every seat in every car.

But the fraternity is different; they don't have much of a personnel integration, and they arrange vehicles purely according to the individual wishes of the members.

Gavin noticed that at least three of the pickup trucks only had one driver in each, and these lone wolves were clearly not very popular. However, Gavin didn't stop them or force them to use every seat to reduce the size of the convoy.

He had only just taken in this group of guys, and Gavin didn't want to create new conflicts among them before he had a clear understanding of all the members.

The convoy then departed the mountain camp in a grand procession, heading towards the terminal along the sparse forest paths, kicking up a cloud of dust. When the men arrived at the terminal, Edward and his team had just finished clearing the bodies from the battlefield and piling them in an open area for burning. Upon seeing the corpses, many members of the Brotherhood couldn't help but weep again.

After the convoy stopped, more than five women rushed into the pile of corpses, crying and searching for their relatives or loved ones.

Unfortunately, they couldn't seem to find anything, because Connor, the fraternity leader with the most women, was killed in the explosion while sitting in his car, and his body was almost completely burned.

Watching the women rummaging through the pile of corpses, Gavin shrugged and got out of the car helplessly.

While the women vented their emotions, Gavin clapped his hands and spoke to the nervous and silent fraternity members.

"Guys, it's about 12:40 pm New Mexico time, which is right around our lunch time."

"Leaving aside how long it will take us to prepare lunch from now on, just how long will it take to finish this lunch?"

"Just considering the time left in the afternoon, it's already not enough for us to travel very far."

"So, let's set up our temporary camp around the terminal and the lake today and rest here for the night!"

"My soldiers have just gone through a battle, and you have also gone through a separation. So let my soldiers rest and let your hearts settle. That is the only thing we need to do today."

"As for security, trust me, my people can handle everything and provide you with adequate protection."

"After all, we have more than just a strategic sniper who has fought valiantly on the battlefields of the Middle East, Mr. Eugene!"

"We also have Mr. Edward, the operations captain of the T1 special operations unit, which was formerly part of the U.S. Naval Special Warfare Center, commonly known as SEAL Team Six!"

As Gavin got to this point, he casually gestured for Eugene and Edward to appear before everyone.

Eugene and Edward, of course, had no objection to this, especially Eugene, who, with his exuberant personality, immediately waved his hands to the fraternity members amidst their delighted applause.

After the two appeared, Gavin continued speaking to his men.

"So, you no longer need to live in fear. I promise you, under my command you will have unparalleled security!"

"I have the ability to protect each and every one of you tonight, and after tonight, tomorrow we will be on our way, leaving this arid and scorching land beneath our feet, and heading to the central plains of Texas, which all belong to us!"

"That's my territory, and it will be our future. It has one of the most blessed environments in the entire United States, and natural resources more abundant than we can imagine!"

"In my camp, we have our own fields, our own river, and even our own blacksmith shop, cattle herds, stables, and tavern!"

"Of course, it won't be like before the apocalypse, filled with noisy music and the glitz and glamour of the city."

"Anything you can find on a farm, you'll find there, and that's the paradise you deserve!" "So get ready, guys, the future is just one day away!"

"Now, set up the tents that were just loaded onto the truck again. Edward, set up the machine gun position where you are. Eugene, set up the sniper platform on the roof of the terminal building."

"Steve, get the guys other than the soldiers together and set up a makeshift camp. Martin, get the men tidying up the terminal. Since there are still empty rooms, let's fill them up as much as possible!"

"Old Mike, I know you're a big guy who's good at dealing with women, so get our old ladies together and get our dinner ready. Try to make the most of the vegetables and meat we brought in the truck."

"However, we cannot drink today, and tomorrow we must get up even earlier to get back to our homes as soon as possible!" "Tomorrow morning, no later than six o'clock, after the sun has fully risen, we will gather and set off to return home as quickly as possible!"

At this point, Gavin clapped his hands loudly, filling the fraternity members' anxious hearts with a series of clear tasks and promises for the future.

Seeing the fraternity members start getting busy in a daze, Gavin finally felt relieved and joined in on the various tasks.

They worked on it until around 2 p.m., and lunch, enough for more than 80 people, was finally ready. Gavin took advantage of the lunch break to chat with the guys about all sorts of things, telling jokes and stories from the past few months, which further relieved the psychological pressure on the fraternity members.

After the men had eaten and drunk their fill, Gavin organized them to go to the lake to bathe.

Of course, he dared not allow mixed-gender bathing this time, since the fraternity's atmosphere wasn't as united as Gavin's field team. Who knew what kind of chaos would result if mixed-gender bathing were implemented?

So the men washed first, and then Adriana led the women to wash themselves clean.

The fraternity men were absolutely filthy. The sandstorms and scorching heat of the American West had left them all covered in a mixture of drowsiness and sweat, along with a ton of body odor...

And the guys rarely get to enjoy the lake.

Gavin sat with the other captains on the Gobi Desert, where every member of the fraternity could see them from afar. They sat around a small campfire, carrying two or three dozen beers, seemingly relaxed, but actually earnestly and seriously summarizing the day's events.

Gavin appeared relaxed because he didn't want their solemnity to put extra psychological pressure on the new recruits. And his earnestness and seriousness...

The information provided by the remaining members of the biker gang has put considerable pressure on everyone!

After Gavin heard the intelligence that Eugene and Edward had obtained and compiled, he began rubbing his stubble. While rubbing his beard, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Are there really this many biker gangs?"

Gavin was genuinely surprised by the number of members in the biker gang. After all, even though he had worked hard to develop his camp, they only had two or three hundred people.

However, the number of motorcycle gang members was at least four or five hundred!

This is almost twice the size of Camp Gavin.

However, considering the biker gang's modus operandi and the fact that they would travel across several states and even thousands of kilometers to hunt down survivors and force them to join them, it is understandable.

It's normal for them to have that many people.

Just like the Brotherhood this time, if the Brotherhood hadn't received Gavin's help, the biker gang could have taken down the Brotherhood in a few days, increasing their numbers by another fifty or sixty.

Gavin was slightly surprised by the number of biker gang members, but that was all; they weren't a threat.

Gavin then continued.

"However, even though they have a large number of people, their organizational structure makes it difficult for them to form a unified fighting force."

"According to the two prisoners, the biker gang was less of a camp and more of a nomadic settlement." "And the biker gang leader, who surprised me as well, was less of the leader of the biker gang and more of the leader of the largest of the many scattered factions within it."

"Thinking about it, it makes sense. It's really difficult for an Asian to win the love and respect of every white and black person in the United States. That makes Boss Wang seem even more outstanding. I really want to find some time to meet him."

"But this brings us to another reason why biker gangs aren't much of a threat to us: they're simply too far away. Even if we travel thousands of kilometers to get here, they're still over a thousand kilometers away from the Brotherhood. After all, although we've reached the West, they're on the West Coast, near Los Angeles!"

"And if those two biker gang prisoners weren't lying about the location of their headquarters, then they're actually farther away from the Brotherhood than we are!"

"So, even if biker gangs really do spread to our surroundings."

"The biker gangs that can appear in our vicinity are basically just small, nomadic groups like the one we saw today."

"As for the possibility of them launching a full-scale attack and waging war against us, that's extremely small. Firstly, they lack the conditions for a full-scale attack; secondly, it would take them at least a week to reach us!"

"Therefore, it's unlikely we'll ever have a day where we can directly confront them!"