Doomsday America.

Chapter 332 Full Takeover

While waving, Gavin kept a close eye on the weapons in the Brotherhood members' hands, fearing they might suddenly get carried away and fire another burst of bullets at the window. Fortunately, although the Brotherhood members' indiscriminate firing was foolish, since a ceasefire had been established, they didn't fire again. Seeing Gavin continuing to wave from the window, the five men hesitated for a moment, then exchanged glances, and quickened their pace slightly as they walked towards the terminal. Having confirmed that the Brotherhood members had no intention of attacking, Gavin stopped waving and quietly spoke into his walkie-talkie.

"Alright, it seems the Brotherhood guys have been taken back into their own hands by their intelligence. Everyone, gather around and come help the Brotherhood take care of them." "Roger that."

"Alright, boss~"

Wang Ling and Eugene responded, and then Wang Ling and Barn stepped out from behind the armored vehicle and approached the back door of the terminal. Eugene's RV and truck also slowly drove towards the terminal.

As for Gavin, he turned around and strode past the two rows of men standing in the corridor.

The men naturally followed behind him, forming two lines as they headed out of the terminal.

As soon as they stepped outside, Gavin pointed at Tara and said softly.

"Tara, do you need to go back to the RV to rest?"

"No need, it's just a minor injury. I just scraped my skin; it won't stop me from standing here!"

In response to Gavin's concern, Tara puckered her thick lips and laughed, then stomped her injured leg without any politeness.

Edward was quite skilled in battlefield first aid; he wrapped the bandages securely and gave the patient plenty of anti-inflammatory medication.

Seeing that Tara was doing well, Gavin nodded, turned to the direction from which the five Brotherhood members were coming, and waved to them again.

Meanwhile, the Brotherhood, seeing Gavin's team lined up in formation in front of the terminal, all dressed in special forces combat uniforms and carrying what looked like powerful weapons, couldn't help but swallow hard. One of them leaned behind another and whispered something.

"This...are they the military? Did Gavin find an entire special forces team?"

As he spoke, the man glanced at the five of them.

The five of them were dressed either in filthy linen shirts or grime-covered T-shirts. Due to dehydration, they hadn't showered for at least a week, let alone washed their clothes. So much so that when Gavin approached the five fraternities, he could clearly smell an unpleasant odor.

Americans naturally have larger pores and stronger body odor, and since they don't shower often, the smell is even more unbearable... However, Gavin managed to withstand the onslaught of the odor, then stopped in front of the five men, forcing a smile as he greeted them, "Hello, I'm Gavin. Which one of you is Connor, the boss I've been in contact with?"

"Ah... Gavin... Connor, he..."

In response to Gavin's question, the second bald man on the left of the five Brotherhood members stepped forward and awkwardly replied, "Connor died in the first wave of the biker gang's attack. He was sitting in his car when he was blown up by their RPG..." He then awkwardly turned back and pointed to the only one of the Brotherhood's three vehicles that was now a wreck. Gavin followed the bald man's finger, his gaze lingering briefly on the bomb crater near the wreckage.

After a brief silence, Gavin looked away and spoke softly to the bald man in front of him.

"Please accept my condolences. It's a great pity that I was unable to meet Connor. At the same time, I'm glad that we have basically wiped out the biker gang, which can be considered as giving Connor the revenge he deserved." After saying this, Gavin raised his hand and shook hands with the bald man's sweaty hand.

Gavin then continued speaking to the bald man.

"So, buddy, what's your name, and who are you supposed to listen to now?"

"Ah, Gavin, this is Brody Ford. We... well, what I'm saying should have some effect on our people. Anyway, thank you so much for coming all this way to provide us with support!"

At this point, Brody felt genuinely fortunate.

After all, the facts had already proven that the remaining dozen or so members of their Brotherhood were no match for the biker gang! Before Gavin's team even joined the battle, the Brotherhood, a total of fourteen people in three vehicles, launched a surprise attack, only to have one vehicle destroyed by machine guns and RPGs in a single wave, with nearly half of the members killed. Even though the remaining members huddled behind the still-intact vehicles to put up a fight, their resistance was extremely weak, and they barely killed anyone. You see, when facing the Brotherhood, the biker gang members even dared to leave the terminal, riding their motorcycles around the Brotherhood's car defenses to encircle and annihilate them. If Gavin's team hadn't joined the battle so quickly, directly disrupting the biker gang's encirclement plan...

Otherwise, once those motorcycles circled around to the back of the Brotherhood's vehicles, the Brotherhood's action team would probably have been wiped out in just a few minutes. In short, Brody's eyes were filled with relief at that moment.

While he was feeling fortunate, he didn't know that Gavin was also feeling quite fortunate.

Edward and his buddies shared the same thought as Gavin, and their eyes met involuntarily for a moment.

After all, if Gavin hadn't sent the Brotherhood to launch the initial assault on the biker gang's terminal position, his team would likely have had to face the bikers' machine guns and RPGs alone, given their well-defended positions. Unlike now, the Brotherhood's first wave of attacks directly drew all of the bikers' firepower, while the bikers were unaware of Gavin's ambush. This meant that by the time the bikers joined the fray, only four or five of them had time to reach Gavin's team and engage them. In short, looking at Connor's destroyed car, Gavin felt truly fortunate.

Although they had armored vehicles, even if the vehicles were bulletproof, Gavin would not want to use them to test the power of RPGs.

In short, after a brief moment of relief, Gavin took a deep breath, then took Brody's hand and whispered something.

"Brodie, no need to thank me. As one of the few survivors left in the world, we should help each other, shouldn't we?"

"If everyone in the apocalypse were to act recklessly like biker gang members, the future of humanity would be too bleak, and I will not allow that to happen." "However, without Connor's leadership and having lost at least seven or eight men who can handle guns, I wonder if your camp still has the strength to protect itself?" Gavin looked seriously into Brody's eyes as he said this.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Brody's eyes widened in near despair. He whirled around at the nearby corpses and then cursed viciously, "Shit, fuck the biker gang! We're finished, Gavin, the Brotherhood is completely dead!"

"We never had many men who could handle guns to begin with, and now we're even less capable of fighting. We still have nearly sixty men left, but... God, I'll take you to our camp later, and you'll see—of the rest of us, nearly twenty are over fifty-five, and almost ten are kids under fifteen!" "As for the rest, besides twenty-two women, there are less than ten fucking cowards, two of whom have even gone so far as to dig our graves. Damn it, Connor told you about that on the radio, didn't he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Brody rubbed his scalp in despair.

As for Gavin, he hadn't expected the aging problem of the fraternity members to be so serious.

After all, the name "Brotherhood" sounded too youthful; Gavin had imagined them to be a group of young people, like the Doomsday Youth Team. However, upon closer reflection, Gavin realized that it made sense.

After all, New Mexico is sparsely populated, and its poor economy discourages young people from making a living there. Furthermore, Phoenix and Los Angeles are not far to the west of New Mexico, while Texas and Dallas are to their east.

As a result, young people with aspirations for life and the future either go to the West Coast to pursue the vibrant punk culture or to Texas to become proud cowboys. How many young people would wholeheartedly stay in New Mexico and live among a large group of older refugees who migrated from Mexico to the United States? As for the issue of having many children, well, in different regions of the United States, the worse the economy, the higher the birth rate tends to be. New Mexico is also a major area where Black and Hispanic immigrants have had a surge in births, especially in the decade or so from 1990 to around 2000. The United States, having just outlasted the Soviet Union, was invincible, and that period was naturally a time when immigrants happily joined the United States and then had a surge in births there.

So much so that by 2013, New Mexico was left with a large number of underage young people and a large number of older people exhausted from having children and the pressures of a capitalist lifestyle. Thinking of this, Gavin nodded knowingly, then casually patted Brody on the shoulder.

"I understand, Brody. Don't worry about your future."

"Now that I have arrived and met with you, your future can be entrusted to me."

"I won't leave you to fend for yourselves. Once I've checked on the biker gang's situation, I'll take my guys and meet up with your people." "Although Connor died as a hero in the war against the biker gang, he was my friend. How could I possibly ignore Connor's beloved companions!" With that, Gavin patted Brody heavily on the shoulder.

Brody finally showed a relieved expression and let out a long sigh of relief.

After all, his ideas are different from Gavin's.

In Brody's eyes, elderly people and children who lack sufficient fighting ability can basically be called a burden.

New Mexico is extremely short of water, and after losing its drip irrigation system following the apocalypse, conventional farming has become virtually impossible. Therefore, New Mexico camps, unable to farm, can only survive by constantly exploring and gathering pre-apocalyptic resources. This means that the elderly and children, lacking combat capabilities, rely on the able-bodied young adults and strong men to sustain them through exploration. This is the fundamental reason why the Brotherhood was driven to despair after the biker gang imposed a blockade; if the Brotherhood stopped exploring, they would be left only to wait for their last supplies to die. Brody, lacking Gavin's vision and worldview, and having only experienced a period of easygoing upbringing, while not lacking courage and intelligence, is far from wise. He only sees the world from his own perspective, and in his eyes, the Brotherhood he has inherited is nothing but a useless burden! Therefore, he cannot understand what Gavin is thinking at this moment.

Of course, happy education isn't entirely without merit. At least it has made a large number of American children genuinely happy, and it has significantly reduced the level of competition in the US. With most children receiving happy education, not everyone is focused on academic performance, and there's no longer a situation where thousands of people are vying for a single job. Ordinary jobs like factory work and repairmanship are more readily available. Furthermore, given the high cost of labor in the US, an average young person who has experienced happy education, as long as they don't use drugs, gamble, engage in excessive prostitution and contract sexually transmitted diseases, and haven't attended university and therefore don't need student loans, is more likely to succeed.

Even if this person were just a worker, they could be very happy.

Of course, unless he married an unreliable wife.

In short, Gavin was in an extremely good mood after listening to Brody's story!

Because in his eyes, what kind of structure does the Brotherhood have now?

On one hand, the fraternity has many experienced veterans, most of whom lived through the 1960s and possess unique skills and experience. After all, America in the 1960s and 70s was truly one of the world's leading powers. On the other hand, the fraternity also has a large number of young people who, after a few years of training, can contribute to society and begin producing significant resources.

The elderly and the young, whom Brody considers burdensome, are far from burdensome to Gavin.

After all, Camp Gavin has no shortage of living resources.

Moreover, with the Brotherhood's armed forces significantly weakened, Gavin no longer needed to worry about his men causing any danger in his camp. So, at that moment, Gavin nodded to Brody with satisfaction, then naturally took command, issuing orders to Brody and his four companions. "Alright, Brody, you guys rest here for a while. Later, take me to see your men. I'll give you a future that will satisfy everyone, I promise!" "Martin, get some cold drinks from our car, give everyone a bottle. Brody and the others definitely need a refreshing iced cola to combat the scorching summer." "Wow, iced cola! What the hell, Gavin, is there anyone else you want to kill? I'll feel guilty drinking this iced cola if I don't do something!" Hearing Gavin's call to Martin, Brody couldn't help but rub his bald head, his eyes practically green with anticipation. Good heavens, how long has it been since he had an ice-cold Coke?

It's been almost two whole months since I last had one!

The dryness and heat of New Mexico caused the little bald man's skin and lips to crack from dryness.

Coupled with his shady life of being chased and hunted by biker gangs, Brody was almost used to seeing himself as a savage.

As a result, Gavin's people even had iced Coke to drink when they went out?

At that moment, Brody and his four friends were instantly captivated by Gavin's iced cola.

As they waited with the restlessness of bears anticipating honey, Gavin turned to Edward and continued speaking.

"Edward, lead your team to thoroughly inspect the entire terminal, and while you're at it, collect their remaining ammunition and other vital resources." "Oh, and I left a survivor on the second floor of the terminal. Bring him to me; I need to talk to him about the Brotherhood!" "Oh? Boss, you left one alive too?"

Edward was taken aback when he heard Gavin's words.

After all, their radios were far less convenient than the tactical communication platforms used by special forces, so they couldn't communicate much information easily during combat. As a result, Edward and Gavin were completely unaware that they had each left a survivor on the first and second floors as interrogators.

Upon hearing Edward's surprised words, Gavin paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

"Really? So you also left a mouth on the first floor?"

"In that case, we can interrogate them separately to verify the accuracy of the intelligence."

"That's right, boss, I'll bring them over and interrogate them separately right away!"

Edward agreed and then led a group of people back into the terminal.

Meanwhile, RVs and trucks were parked in front of the terminal building in the distance.

Gavin waved to Eugene from a distance as he watched him jump off the roof of the RV.

"Eugene, take a group of men to the lake and set up a makeshift camp. We'll probably have to let the Brotherhood guys take a good bath soon!" Gavin said, turning to Brody, shrugging with amusement.

"Forgive me, Brody, but you guys do smell a bit strong, and I bet the rest of your camp smell too." "Of course, haha, I can't wait! I'm practically rotting away, God!"

"A bath is great, hahaha, boss, I'm going home right now and bringing all my men over. We need to take a bath, we all need to take a bath, damn it!" Brody and his men's eyes lit up at the mention of a bath.

As for the deaths of Connor and the others...

"Heh heh, the Brotherhood isn't like Gavin's Camp, where their well-planned operations and formidable fighting strength meant they suffered minimal losses from the very beginning, leading their members to value life highly. Even before encountering the biker gang, the Brotherhood had already lost dozens of comrades in their various exploration missions. And after the biker gang incident, they lost dozens more in just a few days; they're already used to life and death." Seeing Brody in good spirits, Gavin nodded and then addressed his remaining men.

"See? They're all eager to get started. In that case, let's go and bring over the rest of the Brotherhood."

"Martin, Madison, the rest of the first and second teams, come with me. We'll take the entire fraternity to the lake to set up camp and rest."

"Edward will lead the team to interrogate the biker gang, Eugene will lead the team to settle the lakeside campsite, execute!"