Doomsday America.

Chapter 340 New Name

Chapter 340 New Name (5k)

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin looked up and glanced around at everyone in the room.

Unfortunately, no one responded to his invitation, and no one walked up to him and picked up the gun from the ground.

Seeing that everyone in the Brotherhood remained silent, Gavin grinned, pointed at Brody who was still kneeling there, and asked.

"Brody, people don't seem very enthusiastic about being invited to this game, so why don't you set an example?"

"No, boss, I don't have that thought! God, I just want to go to sleep!"

Seeing Gavin's scrutinizing gaze, Brody quickly roared and then looked at Gavin with pleading eyes.

Upon hearing this, Gavin remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand to check his watch.

Tsk tsk, it's almost eleven o'clock.

Gavin then glanced at the figures working by the lake, listened to Kyle Holler's screams, and finally pointed to the pistol on the ground, asking...

"Does he want to sleep?"

"Haha, guys, did you hear that? Brody wants to sleep?"

"And what about you guys? Hell no, are you sure nobody wants to play this hellish game, like the cowboys do, deciding who gets to call the shots next?!"

Gavin waited for a final twenty seconds or so.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him. The Brotherhood members were all silent like the dead, or like frightened quails, listening tremblingly to the distant screams of Nakal.

After a long silence, Eugene suddenly chuckled, then strode over and picked up the pistol.

As he picked up the pistol, a large group of Brotherhood members stared at Eugene in shock, as if he were witnessing a hero.

Unfortunately, Eugene disappointed them, because Eugene wasn't into the game. He simply raised his hand, weighed Steve's shiny silver Colt Python in his hand, and smiled at Gavin.

"Boss, don't scare those spineless bastards."

"After all, if they had even a little bit of courage, instead of just hiding in the crowd and causing trouble for us, they would have done so."

"With their numbers far exceeding those of the biker gang attackers, they wouldn't have been beaten so badly by a much smaller group of gunmen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene walked towards Steve with his pistol in hand.

Steve nodded, took the pistol, holstered it on his waist, and then spoke to Gavin, echoing Eugene's words.

"Eugene is right, boss. Stop teasing them. Give them some time and space. I think they have a lot of conflicts to resolve themselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve glanced with interest at the disheveled black man in the crowd, and the two sexy old ladies.

Don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me.

Although the two old ladies were not young, one of them was actually quite good-looking and had a nice demeanor, somewhat like Madeline, the beloved daughter of the Homeland. No wonder Xiao Hei was having so much fun.

After being persuaded by Steve and Eugene, Gavin nodded silently, then chuckled and put his right hand on his hip, shouting at everyone.

"Really? Nobody plays it? Well, looks like nobody likes my game!"

"In that case, Mazefak, what are you damned bastards waiting for? Let me escort you all back to your tents to rest, and sing each of you a lullaby while I'm at it!"

"Stop talking nonsense. The song I sang at the party last night, the rhythm of that song is still echoing in my head, and you guys gave me a good lesson."

"Adultery, troublemaking, assassination attempts—you've got it all! What a waste of the songs I sang for you guys, haha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin waved to the bewildered crowd.

After waving his hand to shoo the crowd away, Gavin continued speaking to the field crew members who were carrying guns.

"Edward, Steve, Eugene, and Old Man Mack, we'll be on guard duty tonight!"

"We leaders need to be busy sometimes, so that when our men open fire on us, they don't forget our contributions to the camp!"

"As for rest, we can rest in the car after we set off tomorrow."

"As for the rest of you, damn it, all of you get back to your tents, get out, all of you get the fuck out!"

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After unceremoniously cursing his men one last time, Gavin viciously raised his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

boom!

As the gunshot rang out, the Brotherhood members swarmed back into their tents.

Brody, in particular, ran the fastest, scaring the two women in his tent so much that they frantically dragged him back into the tent.

After the last figure disappeared into the tent, Gavin stood at a distance from the other tents, silently watching the darkness.

Nearby, Wang Ling and Diana came to Gavin's side together. Diana glanced at Gavin's tightly clenched fist, then tentatively grabbed Gavin's wrist, gently loosened his grip, and asked.

"Boss, it's a bit dark, I didn't see clearly. Did that assassin hurt you?"

"Stop joking, Diana. Our boss isn't some ordinary citizen. He needs your protection, Wonder Woman. No one can hurt him, especially someone with a gun that's faster than the legendary cowboy's!"

In the distance, Eugene responded casually, then joined the others in crowding around Gavin.

Although they spoke in a relaxed tone, none of them looked relaxed.

They felt a chill run down their spines whenever they recalled the sudden attack on Gavin by Kelholler.

So close!

Damn it!

They were so close; their peaceful life was about to slip away!

Fortunately, Gavin's marksmanship was so good that it was breathtaking!

It's important to understand that perhaps not everyone will love Gavin with the same reverence they have for God.

But at least so far, ninety percent of the guys at Camp Gavin must be satisfied with their lives now, which, while occasionally adventurous, are mostly peaceful and stable!

Gavin spent several months building a simple, vertically managed team with a much better atmosphere than before the apocalypse!

Everyone lived in this atmosphere, and they didn't want to lose it easily and then have to live in a place similar to other camps or post-apocalyptic movies, where just surviving was a torment!

None of them were ungrateful fools; they all knew what Gavin had brought them.

Gavin was a generous boss who, when conditions allowed, didn't restrict supplies other than drugs like marijuana, including cigarettes, alcohol, candy, and the parties and gaming time that everyone dreamed of.

If someone else were to become the leader.

Stop kidding, I doubt many people will be as generous as Gavin in sharing everything he has, and without competing with everyone else for more female resources.

So, at this moment, just thinking about the consequences of Gavin's death, Eugene couldn't help but lick his lips fiercely and whispered a suggestion to Gavin.

"Boss, let me take some time to investigate those newbies. They're not united. If I mingle among them for a while, it'll be easy to find out who's behind this!"

"No."

Faced with Eugene's suggestion, Gavin shook his head, patted Diana's hand, and released her hand that was trying to comfort him.

"It's just an assassination attempt. We have to get used to these kinds of things. After all, the post-apocalyptic world is full of madmen and ambitious people, so there's no need to make a fuss about it."

"Moreover, it's not just me; you all need to be vigilant at all times. After all, the longer we live and the more our scale expands, the sooner or later you will become important figures that people look up to."

At this point, Gavin raised his hand and tapped each of the field agents around him.

"I'm not just referring to the captains and vice-captains here; I'm talking about every single one of you. You are all future big shots!"

"After all, you guys have been by my side all this time. I taught you my operational style step by step, but as the number of field agents increases, perhaps more field agents won't have the opportunity to accompany me on operations like that."

"Therefore, you can all be called my disciples, but other newcomers in the future will not be."

"At that time, someone will definitely carry out an assassination attempt similar to the one against me today for your status and power, perhaps to become like you, or perhaps to strike at us."

"Therefore, we must get used to this kind of assassination and always be vigilant. Today's events serve as a reminder."

At this point, Gavin reached out and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to each of the field agents present.

One pack of cigarettes wasn't enough, so Edward also contributed his own, ensuring that everyone had one.

Seeing everyone huddled together, puffing away under the cover of night, while also keeping a close eye on what was happening in the Brotherhood's tent area.

Gavin exhaled a puff of smoke and continued.

"As for everything that happened today, it may be a conspiracy, but it may not be. We don't need to think too much about it."

"Everyone else go back and rest. The captains, stay and keep me company tonight. If I don't drag you bunch of bastards along to suffer with me, I'm really afraid you won't vent your anger about tonight's hardship on those brainless rookies in the future, haha."

"Let's go to sleep. With a few of us keeping an eye on things, the newcomers won't be able to cause any trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin waved his hand, shooing the group of smoking men back to the terminal to rest.

Gavin led the captains to sit around the last remaining campfire that hadn't completely died down, idly fiddling with the embers.

As the flames gradually rose again, and listening to the screams coming from afar, Edward remained silent for a long time before finally speaking softly.

"Boss, my previous thoughts might have been a bit premature!"

"Oh? What idea are you referring to, the one that makes us expand like a biker gang?"

Gavin asked Edward in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Edward's face turned bright red in the firelight, and he nodded emphatically.

"That's right, that idea was indeed arbitrary, because—the other survivors who have formed teams in the apocalypse won't accept our rules and systems as easily as we, who are scattered around you!"

"Like that bunch of bastards today, they're a large, long-established, complex group with several social factions and their own distinct demands and ambitions!"

"And these kinds of groups will be exactly what the apocalypse will be all about!"

Even if we are developing faster than others and our system is superior, everything we possess is still not yet at a stage where it can withstand more setbacks!

"If their assassination succeeds today, we will all be in chaos."

"And tomorrow, if we expand aggressively and forcefully incorporate more survivor groups like the Brotherhood into our ranks, then even without further assassinations, the new values ​​those groups have developed during the apocalypse over the past few months will have a significant impact on our team."

"So even if we crave to grow stronger to deal with more troubles like biker gangs, we can't let the guys who join us turn around and break our old ways."

"We must never give them that opportunity!"

At this point, Edward's expression turned grim. As a member of SEAL Team Six, he was not the first to notice Kyle's assassination attempt.

He was very dissatisfied with himself, feeling that he had really been slacking off too much.

And Gavin.

After hearing Edward's idea, he nodded slightly and smiled.

"That's right, Edward. I'm glad you think that way."

"Just like the Brotherhood we absorbed today, it seems to me that we are not incapable of absorbing more large survivor groups, but we are better off only doing so when those groups themselves demand that we absorb them."

"Just as Connor made a request of us and we rushed here, a gentle takeover like this is less likely to provoke a backlash from the ambitious members of each team."

"After all, only when those ambitious people realize that they are incapable of dealing with this apocalypse will they be more willing to bow down to the new order we build."

At this point, Gavin raised his hand and pointed far away to Kyle, who was still being skinned alive by the lake, but whose screams had stopped.

After gently pointing his finger towards the lake, Gavin continued his evaluation.

"Like Kyle, haha, I guess if Connor, the original leader of the Brotherhood, hadn't died unexpectedly, I guess that bastard Kyle wouldn't have shown up."

"Although as a leader, I don't think Connor is any better than me. After all, a leader who lacks confidence is not qualified to lead everyone forward in the fog."

"But Connor has managed to subdue the vast majority of the Brotherhood to a certain extent. Under Connor's leadership, they have moved several times and withstood numerous attacks by the biker gang. Connor's performance was not perfect, but it wasn't terrible either."

"As for us, even though we are stronger than the management group led by Connor, the fraternity members who just came into contact with us don't know how powerful we are. That's why they ignored my orders and did stupid things like leaving the camp to have affairs, and even dared to shoot at me."

"However, it's a good thing that trouble broke out. After all, if there wasn't some trouble, I really couldn't find any other reason to give the new members of the fraternity a hard time like tonight."

"Furthermore, we must learn from this experience. When we encounter survivor teams like the Brotherhood again, we need to be careful to ensure that their management and leaders are absorbed into us alive when we merge with other teams. This will save us a lot of trouble."

At this point, Gavin casually tossed his finished cigarette butt into the fire.

Beside Gavin, Madison, who had been silent all along, suddenly couldn't help but remember something. He quickly patted his knee and whispered to Gavin.

"Boss, I just remembered something."

"Shouldn't we give our team a more serious name, like the Brotherhood, the Biker Gang, or the Doomsday Youth Team?"

"For example, today, when they address us, they actually call us Texas cowherds!"

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"I don't deny that we were indeed cowherds, cowboys. We also raised dairy cows and bulls at home, and we had an endless supply of beef."

"But being called a cowherd doesn't sound very nice!"

At this point, Madison looked thoughtfully at Gavin.

His words surprised all the men present, and they then began a heated discussion about the topic.

Gavin hadn't really thought much about the team's name in the past. After all, in his eyes, the team was still too small to warrant a name.

But now—

Thinking back to the time I was called a Texas cowherd...

While Gavin likes the nickname "cowboy," it doesn't mean everyone wants to be called a cowherd.

Moreover, the camp really needs a strong and powerful name to reinforce every member's sense of identity with the camp!

But what should this name be?

Gavin had a few options in mind, but he wanted to hear everyone's opinions.

Around the campfire, Edward and the other captains indeed came up with quite a few names, all sorts of them.

Amidst this increasingly heated discussion, the lengthy execution process finally came to an end.

Jonathan and Martin each dragged Kyle's skin and his bloodied, mangled body back to Gavin from the lakeside.

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