Doomsday America.

Chapter 331 Incompetent Teammates

"Bullshit!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, the men behind him immediately crouched down behind the wall.

Gavin crouched down as well, then pulled up the unconscious biker gang member from the ground and dragged him out of the room.

At the same time, Corbyn's curses could be heard over the walkie-talkie.

"A bunch of bitches, shit, what a fucking drag on, shitty fraternity!"

"That's right, I fucking want to kill them all!"

"Boss, you fucking have to be careful!"

The last shout came from Adriana, but Gavin didn't have time to respond to them.

Gavin could indeed fearlessly and aggressively engage the biker gang members, firing stun grenades and conducting room-to-room CQB battles. But what about the bullets coming from outside the window… bullets fired by the Brotherhood into the terminal…?

Stop kidding, Gavin was genuinely scared. He'd rather face a bullet aimed at him than a stray bullet aiming at who-knows-what. After all, whether a stray bullet hits a person depends entirely on luck, and luck is something you can't easily avoid through caution! With that thought, Gavin dragged the biker out of the room, casually tossing him aside by the door.

"Old Mike, keep an eye on him!"

After leaving a message, Gavin crouched and swiftly swept across the corridor, casually pulling out another stun grenade, yanking the pin, and tossing it into the room ahead. At the same time, in the room on the right side of the corridor, Martin emerged from the first room, then dodged the door to the room on the left, following Gavin's right as he rushed into the second room on the right. But just as he reached the doorway, before he could even throw the stun grenade into the room on the right...

From a room on the left at the end of the corridor, a biker gang member wearing a studded leather jacket suddenly emerged, clutching an AR-15! "Boss!"

In that instant, Martin roared and simultaneously turned his gun on the biker gang, firing a burst of bullets.

As luck would have it, Gavin had already reacted by then, and a bullet struck the biker in the head.

The fact that the two men fired their guns almost simultaneously made them exchange a glance afterward.

They didn't have time to speak because Gavin had already thrown the stun grenade. So Gavin just nodded, then crouched down and slid a short distance on the floor with his left calf, bursting into the doorway of room number two on the left. He knelt on the floor and quickly took down the two guys inside.

This time, Gavin dared not enter the room again. After taking care of the two enemies, he only stood at the door and carefully observed the room. After confirming that there were basically no other people hiding, he quickly passed the door and rushed into the room further ahead.

There are only eight rooms in the second-floor corridor, four on each side.

At this point, the objective was clear: Gavin and Martin would act as assault troops to storm the room, while the others would remain in the corridor to guard against newcomers emerging from other rooms. About twenty seconds later...

Gavin let out a breath in front of the last room.

As he relaxed slightly, Martin emerged from the last room on his right.

Standing in the corridor, Martin glanced through the window at the end of the corridor at the last motorcycle still running outside.

The driver of that vehicle seemed to realize they were doomed, and was frantically fleeing in the last direction that the armored vehicle convoy, motorhome convoy, and Brotherhood convoy hadn't yet surrounded. Watching the motorcycle speed away, Martin frowned and spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"The second floor of the terminal has been cleaned. Eugene, were you watching that motorcycle escape?"

"Hunter, shut up! I have my own rhythm!"

Eugene responded coldly, then continued to observe the motorcycle in the mirror.

After the motorcycle had escaped for some distance, it was about 950 meters away from the RV.

At this distance, especially when the target isn't a mindless zombie, Eugene needs to anticipate the trajectory carefully! However, even with this slight difficulty, the distance wasn't a problem for Eugene. Soon after, he pulled the trigger, and the motorcycle flipped violently across the Gobi Desert a second and a half later. The slipping motorcycle left a trail of dust on the desert. Seeing the dust, Martin pursed his lips and turned to Gavin, saying, "Boss, it's almost done. The biker gang doesn't know we've joined the battle; they're completely unprepared for our arrival. And against the Brotherhood, they haven't even bothered to set up many firing positions." "Indeed."

Hearing this, Gavin nodded, still holding his weapon, then couldn't help but sigh at the pickup truck position to the left of the terminal, where gunfire was still emanating. "Damn it!"

Gavin couldn't help but curse.

"If this is all the Brotherhood is capable of, then even if I were a biker, I'd want to take them down. Damn it, they're still firing at the terminal. Can't they hear that the gunfire has stopped coming from inside?"

At this point, Gavin cursed, then ducked down and quickly slipped past the door, only feeling a little safer standing behind the wall.

The biker gang that was suddenly attacked by their own people wasn't scary; they were terrified by their own men.

But having a teammate who doesn't understand the situation is truly terrifying!

It seemed like what you think about is what happens. Just as Gavin was worrying, Edward's voice suddenly came through his walkie-talkie. "Boss, the first floor is cleared, but we have a wounded soldier, damn it!"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing Edward's words, Gavin frowned sharply, while Eugene, in the RV in the distance, after confirming that there were no more enemies on the battlefield, snapped out of combat mode, closed the scope's protective cover with a satisfied expression, and smiled at Edward over the intercom.

"Look at our excellent SEALs! Just leading a team against a bunch of untrained scramblers, they managed to wound some." "Shut up, Eugene! Tara got hit in the thigh by a Brotherhood stray bullet, just now, damn it!"

Edward yelled into the walkie-talkie as he ripped open Tara's left leg of her pants with a dagger in the corridor on the first floor of the terminal. Completely ignoring Tara's exposed purple underwear, Edward immediately removed his gloves and began examining Tara's wound by pulling down her blood-soaked pants. Tara herself seemed quite unconcerned; as she leaned against the wall, she even had a smile on her face as she spoke.

"Haha, I'm too big, a body like that definitely makes me an easy target, right?"

"This is no time for jokes!"

Edward immediately cursed, then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Tara's injury wasn't serious; the bullet had merely torn past her leg, leaving a laceration less than two centimeters deep and about six centimeters long on her left thigh. Such a wound might be quite severe on an ordinary person, since the average person's thigh isn't as thick as Tara's. But to the two of them, such a wound on her large, thick thigh was just a minor cut to the flesh.

After confirming the situation, Edward turned to look at Diana.

"Diana, a first-aid kit!"

"I'm here, God! How's Tara? How is she?"

Unlike Edward's composure, Diana was incredibly nervous. She stumbled and rushed to Tara, her face almost breaking with tears, frantically searching for a first-aid kit. Seeing this, Edward shook his head helplessly.

Although the guys had been undergoing a series of military training sessions with him and Eugene in recent months.

However, their average skill level is still lower than that of even the most ordinary Marines, who have undergone at least several years of training. As for their mentality, they are even less capable than special forces who are used to life and death.

In special forces, when faced with injuries or deaths, the men generally suppress their grief and channel their emotions into calm and rage, rather than reacting like Diana, who appeared on the verge of tears.

However, Edward didn't say much, after all, the team he once led was the elite of the elite.

SEAL Team Six's full name is the U.S. Navy Special Operations Development Unit, and this unit is not the Navy SEALs.

The unit deliberately chose the codename SEAL Team Six since its formation in 1980 to mislead Soviet intelligence and mislead them about the size and strength of the SEALs. In reality, SEAL Team Six consists of fewer than 300 personnel, each selected from the best of the best within the SEALs. And each member of the SEALs, in turn, is chosen from among the best in the U.S. Navy!

As is well known, the Navy is the strongest military force in the United States besides the IRS. There's a saying in the US: "First-class Navy, second-class Air Force, third-class Army, fourth-class Marines." This means that every member of SEAL Team Six is ​​a top-tier combat talent selected from among thousands of Navy personnel.

It would be incredibly unfair to Edward to compare them to the guys of today.

In short, Edward shook his head, then quickly opened the medical kit and gave Tara basic battlefield first aid.

Although Edward is not a medic, almost every member of SEAL Team Six is ​​a generalist soldier. Apart from bomb disposal work such as EOD, all other SEAL Team Six assault team members undergo T-shaped tactics training, which is all-round training.

In addition to the full curriculum requirements for graduating from SEAL Team Six, SEAL Team Six members can also pay for other courses outside of combat missions, such as tactical infiltration, battlefield medic, sniper courses, and even bomb disposal courses.

In short, even if Edward wasn't a professional medic, his battlefield medical skills would earn him the title of "nanny" in any ordinary unit. So, as Gavin led his team, dodging the damn stray bullets still raging on the left side of the terminal and finishing off every corpse with headshots, they quickly made their way to the first floor and reached Tara's vicinity. Edward had already tied a knot in Tara's bandage and casually gave Gavin a bloody thumbs-up as he arrived.

"Boss, it's nothing serious, Tara just needs to rest for two or three weeks."

"OK."

Hearing this, Gavin felt relieved and then patted Tara on the shoulder.

Tara gave Gavin an indifferent smile, then pointed to the Gobi Desert outside the terminal window.

"Boss, there are zombies outside," Tara said.

Upon hearing this, Gavin glanced in the direction Tara was pointing.

Sure enough, there were four or five scattered zombies outside the terminal, scrambling and crawling toward the Brotherhood.

Those zombies were clearly members of the biker gang, after all, they were different from the bikers who died in the terminal.

After killing the bikers who died in the terminal, Gavin and his gang would shoot them in the head to prevent them from turning into zombies.

But the bikers outside the terminal, Eugene, the sniper, didn't necessarily need to aim for the head, and Wang Ling and Scarface Barn's aim was far from accurate enough to hit the head. As for this moment...

Gavin couldn't help but curse as he watched the scattered zombies running towards the Brotherhood's position.

"Mazefak, let the Brotherhood deal with those zombies. Those bastards have an endless supply of bullets, and they're still firing at the terminal." "Let the zombies distract them. Maybe that will bring these brainless idiots to their senses and make them realize that there's no more gunfire in the terminal!" Gavin said, picking up the walkie-talkie.

"Guys, Tara is only lightly injured. The terminal has been taken, and there are no enemies left inside. Everyone else, report your situation." "Hmm, boss, this is the RV group. I've gotten five more kills, but those extra five don't really matter because they're easier to kill than zombies. Also, the RV and truck groups have no casualties. Hehe~"

"Boss, this is Wang Ling. Neither Barn nor I are injured. We... we think we took down someone, but it seems like we didn't, because that guy seems to have turned into a zombie." "Boss, this is Abby, the truck machine gunner. Me and another machine gunner... we didn't even fire a shot, and of course, we weren't injured either." Hearing this, Gavin finally showed a satisfied expression, then leaned back against the corridor wall and laughed.

"Great, guys! We only have two wounded in this operation. Tara only had minor injuries, and Madison was only injured in his body armor. Our operation was a great success!" Gavin paused for a moment after saying this.

Wait, why were only these two big guys injured in this operation?

That's quite a coincidence.

The others belatedly realized this as well, and their gazes began to shift between Tara and Old Mad, both two meters tall. Meeting the bewildered stares of his men, Madison grinned, clenched his fist, and said...

"What are you looking at? We big guys are definitely easier to hit, but if you think we're not good enough, then come and try our hand at it!" At this, the men all lowered their heads. After all, not everyone was like Gavin, possessing the unarmed fighting ability to easily overcome weight classes. In a boxing match, even if Edward himself fought Tara and Madison, when they weren't fighting to the death, Edward couldn't do much against those two big guys. After all, Edward's weight was at least seventy kilograms less than Tara and Madison's.

The difference in magnitude is simply too great!

At this point, the men completely relaxed, and their casual conversation shifted from the raid on the biker gang's hideout to cursing the Brotherhood, their incompetent allies. The Brotherhood didn't have walkie-talkies to contact Gavin, so Gavin couldn't give them any orders.

So, as long as the Brotherhood's idiots kept firing, Gavin's men had no choice but to stay behind cover to avoid being shot by their own incompetent comrades. Gavin also gained a clearer understanding of just how stupid the Brotherhood was.

You see, Gavin's guys have stopped firing now; the only gunfire left on the battlefield is from the Brotherhood. How did those bastards manage to keep firing like that?

Didn't they notice that the battlefield had quieted down?

Thinking about this, Gavin really wanted to just wipe out the entire Brotherhood.

But considering that they were still living human resources, Gavin managed to suppress his murderous urge. At the same time, he told himself that those idiots from the Brotherhood should never be assigned to fieldwork! Since they were brainless, let them deal with the farmland and the cattle!

At this point, the Brotherhood members finally spotted the approaching zombies, and their gunfire intensified.

Gavin didn't look outside to see what was happening. He only heard the Brotherhood's gunfire finally subside completely after its final, intense burst. From then on, the area around the terminal was silent; not a single gunshot rang out.

Gavin finally breathed a sigh of relief when no more gunshots rang out.

Behind him, Martin asked a question.

"Boss, the gunfire has stopped. Should we go out and check it out?"

"Don't!"

As soon as Martin finished speaking, Gavin immediately stopped him and continued.

"Don't do anything stupid, Martin. I'm really worried that we'll get riddled with bullets by those nervous and stupid Brotherhood members as soon as we peek out to check the situation." "It's common knowledge that those idiots usually don't get much done when facing the enemy, but believe me, they're incredibly accurate when facing friendly forces. Just like how they wounded our Tara without even aiming."

"Therefore, let the battlefield remain quiet until the Brotherhood comes to observe!"

"I'd rather fight them to the death than hand my life over to them, damn it!"

After saying that, Gavin gave his men a helpless smile.

The men in the corridor nodded in agreement.

And so, Gavin's men were inside the terminal, while the Brotherhood was outside on the left side of the terminal, and the two groups were locked in a stalemate.

More than two minutes later, the Brotherhood members finally cautiously emerged from behind their pickup trucks and began approaching the terminal. Meanwhile, Eugene, who had been observing the battlefield from a distance, spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, the Brotherhood members have come out from behind their bunker, but it looks like there are only five of them left?"

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin peeked out of the window and glanced outside.

Once he was sure the guys weren't firing and were slowly moving toward the terminal, Gavin relaxed, then stood up and waved to the Brotherhood from the window.