Doomsday America.

Chapter 298 concludes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin placed the slightly blood-stained blade on Margaret's right shoulder.

The heavy blade pressed down on Margaret's shoulders, and her heart sank along with it.

She looked up in disbelief, staring intently into Gavin's eyes, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, but no sound came out. Was she cursing?

Or is he begging for mercy?

Or perhaps it's a prayer?

Gavin was unaware of the situation. He simply raised his longsword high, staring coldly at Margaret's neck, and slightly gathered his strength.

"Boss..."

Margaret finally spoke, her voice dry and trembling.

Seeing that Gavin had no reaction and was only raising his sword to gather strength, Margaret swallowed and continued.

"Boss..."

"Just call me Gavin, Margaret, it might make you feel better."

Gavin responded with a sound of agreement, then silently looked into Margaret's eyes.

Margaret and Gavin stared at each other for a full two seconds before finally letting out a long sigh and slowly lowering their heads.

Looking at the grass gradually turning green before her, at that tiny patch of green emerging from among the withered weeds, Margaret felt a mix of emotions—a desire to cry and a laugh. Even weeds could tenaciously spring back to life on land where all other weeds had died, yet she couldn't even see the first spring of the apocalypse? All because of a damn marijuana?

Thinking of this, Margaret's eyes narrowed. She immediately wanted to say something and looked up at Gavin.

Even if it was just a final plea to Gavin.

Or perhaps try saying something pleading.

She even took off her own clothes, using her beautiful, scarred body to evoke even the slightest pity in Gavin!

No matter what, one's life should not be less valuable than weeds, and one's worth should never be reduced to a mere tool to intimidate other sheep-like members alongside those foolish, stinking men! Absolutely not!

shuh...

With a swift and effortless motion, Gavin wielded the sword, slicing it across Margaret's neck with ease.

At this moment, Margaret's expression was far from calm. Her previously bowed head changed at the last second, and she not only raised it slightly but also contorted her expression. Nevertheless, her contorted and resentful head finally detached from her body and fell in front of Gavin's shoe.

Blood gushed from her neck, forcing Gavin to step to the right to avoid the splatter.

Martin paused for a moment, then took the cigarette from his hand and spoke to Gavin.

"Boss, it seemed like she was about to say something?"

"That's not important."

Gavin responded, then twirled his longsword with a flourish, causing blood to spurt from the blade, leaving a small trail on the grass beside him. He raised the sword further, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blade, and pointed to the five men in front of him, saying, "Clean up the bodies and put them nearby. We'll bury them after Annie's funeral tomorrow."

"As for their heads..."

Thinking of this, Gavin wiped the blade of his sword and pondered before asking Old Feng and the others.

"Do you guys think I need to hang their heads up as a warning to our men?"

"What?"

Upon hearing this, before Eugene and Edward could speak, Old Feng immediately said to Gavin in surprise.

"That's unnecessary, boss. Hanging heads up like that doesn't fit our style at all. Besides, a quiet disappearance is sometimes more shocking than a conspicuous death." "Hanging heads up like that looks too religious and a bit too wasteland-like. I don't think that's a good thing."

"Especially... their heads are still moving, damn it, it's disgusting!"

At this point, Old Feng couldn't help but raise his foot and kick Margaret's head.

Margaret died last, and her head was the last to change, having just become zombified. Now, it was increasingly ferocious, constantly opening its mouth and gnawing at the grass in front of it, letting the gray and green grass leaves get on its mouth.

Looking at Margaret's head and listening to what Old Feng said, Gavin nodded and then asked curiously.

"Speaking of which, they were beheaded before they even had a chance to turn into zombies, so how come their heads can still turn into zombies on their own?" "I think this is quite meaningful. I want to give their heads to Kobayashi; maybe he can find something out from them." "How about this, collect their bodies, put their heads in the pickup truck and take them back, see if they can still be of some use." "We should go back. Don't keep the anxious guys waiting, and don't let those two stupid bastards bleed to death like this!"

At this point, Gavin glanced warily at those two bastards, Orol and Nanders.

It was those two bastards who caused trouble over the distribution of marijuana, bringing this whole series of major problems to light. If those two hadn't exposed the marijuana issue beforehand, who knows how much longer it would have taken, or how many people would have been infected, before Gavin discovered the increasingly turbulent undercurrent in the camp. Marijuana is essentially no different from tobacco; countless people in the camp smoke, and Gavin isn't a drug-sniffing dog, nor does he have experience with marijuana. He simply couldn't detect the marijuana problem in the camp by the smell of tobacco left behind by others.

Moreover, it has been almost two months since the apocalypse began.

During this time, Gavin's orders were followed almost perfectly by the men, including William. Many of them had become accustomed to Gavin's strict adherence to orders, and they generally did not expect that someone would subjectively disobey Gavin's will.

Furthermore, even if each member of the camp is dissatisfied with the current situation, it doesn't change the fact that they are a unified whole. The reason Gavin's orders have been so effectively enforced is because his measures are genuinely improving the camp's overall resilience and potential for sustainable development. Neither Gavin, William, nor even Martin and Edward can understand this.

What benefit does Margaret and her feminist faction gain from deliberately making their living environment more complex and harsh? Even if they do gain more presence and power within the camp by using marijuana—something that incites more chaos—that behavior undeniably sacrifices the camp's overall future and resilience.

So even people as perceptive and cautious as Gavin and William couldn't understand the women's inexplicable ideas and thought processes! Who knows what those women were researching when they got together? Damn it, Gavin even considered bringing most of the women in the camp into the field team, because once they had guns and faced real zombie risks, they probably wouldn't have time to think about anything else.

However, for the safety of the field team, Gavin gave up on this.

Apart from a few women like Nikita, Wang Ling, Hela, Adriana, and Diana, the other women were far less capable than the men, and their participation in field operations would really be a hindrance.

As for finding more work for women so they don't have time to think about those other things?

Stop kidding, no one can do that, because women are naturally best at venting their negative emotions on others. If Gavin really dragged most of the women in the camp out to do real heavy manual labor, their exhaustion would inevitably bring shadows and unrest to the camp in another way. Although very few people in the camp have formed real families yet, as time goes by, men and women will eventually marry in large numbers. After all, the closer it gets to the apocalypse, the more people crave the company of their families, and what if their family members are already dead?

Once you get married, won't you have a new family?

So, if you put women under intense pressure at work, isn't that the same as pushing that intensity onto most men's future beds?

Gavin had no desire to test whether his will and commands would be more effective than the persistent whispers of women in their ear.

So, how should I approach the future of the women's group in the camp?

After throwing away their cigarette butts, Lao Feng and Edward teamed up and drove the pickup truck to take the two injured men home.

Eugene, meanwhile, dragged the corpses alone and piled them beside the grave.

Gavin stood there, silently contemplating how to deal with the future women's group in the camp.

As a leader, he couldn't simply deny the existence of women. True impartiality meant not generalizing the actions of individuals like Margaret to the entire female community. After all, besides Margaret and her feminist faction, there were plenty of good women in the camp; one could easily name a dozen or twenty outstanding female representatives. Moreover, the saying "women hold up half the sky" is no joke. Gavin needed to mobilize women's power more effectively and safely to better lead the team to cope with an increasingly dangerous future. So, what should he do?

Gavin remained silent for three to five minutes, pondering the matter, until Eugene finished dealing with the body, at which point he finally had some ideas.

He realized he seemed to have fallen into a misconception on this matter, because when considering extreme issues of feminism, he unconsciously succumbed to the ingrained mindset of male-female antagonism. In reality, throughout history, it has never been men who have inflicted the most harm on women, and conversely, it is only women who have been able to more effectively and efficiently strike at the women of their time. This is like how Liu Bang would never turn Consort Qi into a human pig, and how the matriarch of a household would never indulge her concubines.

There's no such thing as "girl help girl," that's a joke. Only women themselves truly know how to deal with another group of women. Therefore, what Gavin needs to consider isn't how to handle the feminist issues that are bound to arise in American populist camps.

He only needed to ensure that there were at least two or three women’s groups in the camp and actively support more than one leader of a women’s group, because the different women who were leaders would take care of the rest for him.

So, at that moment, Gavin had a vague idea of ​​someone in mind.

Nikita, as the matriarch, is intelligent enough, decisive, and resolute enough, but she lacks a certain ruthlessness, perhaps due to her age and limited experience. Therefore, in the short term, Nikita neither has the means nor the ability to achieve that. She is better suited to being her own shadow, a pillar of stability for the camp outside of herself, but only a pillar, not the one wielding the stick.

As for Winnie, Gavin assured her that ten years from now, Winnie would absolutely be qualified to play with the vast majority of women in the camp like toys.

Even Winnie might be able to do it now.

But this little girl is still too young to stand in front.

So, what other options does Gavin have?

Adriana is clearly going to have a big responsibility, and Gavin needs to find some time to have a good talk with her.

Regardless of who inherits the girl group faction that Margaret briefly established, Gavin will give Adriana the opportunity to build another all-female team. This team, centered around women with stronger action capabilities in both field and office work, would directly transform the gender antagonism within the camp into a female-dominated field and office conflict—that would be quite effective. Besides, Gavin also thinks Anna is a good choice.

While Adriana unites the women in the field, it would be best to also give Anna some additional opportunities to divide the large number of women in the back office into two factions.

In that case, the women basically won't be able to cause any trouble. Even if they do, it will generally only be a problem within the women's community. At least it won't be like today, where the core of the conflict and conspiracy is immediately spread to Gavin's darlings and the core members of the camp, such as the astronaut!

Thinking of this, Gavin threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stomped it out.

Then he raised his hand to call Octavian, then mounted his horse, patting its rump as he called out to Eugene.

"Eugene, come on, they've driven the car away, so we'll have to share a horse now."

"Tch, what's the point of sharing a horse?"

Hearing Gavin's words, Eugene mounted his horse from behind Octavian and teased Gavin.

"If you ask me, if Adriana ever has time, the three of us could have a threesome, that would be the real deal when we're truly riding in the same boat!" "Adriana's been eyeing you for far too long, boss, she'll be ecstatic, haha."

Accompanied by Eugene's incessant raunchy jokes, Octavian shuffled closer and closer to the manor.

As the apocalypse dragged on, Eugene, that bastard who was already good at telling dirty jokes, became increasingly fond of telling toilet humor, even making Gavin laugh twice. However, after Octavian stopped in front of the manor,

Eugene and Gavin stopped laughing in unison, dismounted, and returned to the manor.

In the hall, more than eighty waiters gathered around, all staring at Gavin.

A gaze always carries power, especially the gaze of this moment. The mixture of fear and expectation in people's eyes weighed heavily on Gavin's shoulders. But Gavin's shoulders were exceptionally strong. As he entered the hall, meeting everyone's gaze, he clapped his hands loudly. "Guys, I'm glad we just resolved a problem that could have caused us huge losses!"

"As for now, apart from a few individuals who suffered some harm, we haven't suffered any overall losses, have we?"

"Marijuana and drugs are like an abscess on your butt or a boil on your back. If left untreated, who knows what they'll become? But if you deal with them early enough, they'll only hurt us for a short while." Although this marijuana outbreak affected more than thirty people.

"But in the end, we only lost four key personnel!"

"No, we didn't just lose four 'viruses,' we also identified and recovered over a hundred excellent and promising healthy cells—that is, each and every one of us standing here. And their mistakes only highlight our correctness, don't they?"

"So, in the coming days, I hope everyone can supervise each other, but most importantly, we need to supervise every guy who made a mistake in this incident, so that they can get into the punishment process faster, more thoroughly, and more clearly!"

"Let's leave the guys locked up in the dungeons to fate. Hopefully, they can get through their rather long period of hunger and rejoin our future with a renewed attitude." "As for those newly assigned to the Horst Sanitation Team, guys, we have some good news: the area around us will definitely be much cleaner for the foreseeable future, won't it?" "So, don't crowd around me! Don't let your breathing steal my fresh air!"

"Annie's body is going to summon her spirit in the hall, and each of you should do your part to cause some trouble for the newly joined toxic ghouls in your own way!" "Come on, go have some fun! It's 11:10 AM now, and we won't start our work until at least 1:30 PM!" "So, don't waste your lives on pointless observation. Go, get moving!"

At this point, Gavin shouted and clapped his hands loudly.

His words finally broke the eerily quiet hall, bringing back the overlapping sounds of panting and conversation.

People gradually dispersed, heading to their respective rooms with varying thoughts.

Eugene led a few people to the shooting range, Edward led some to the armory, Hela continued teaching the children, and Aunt Tara led a group into the gym. Meanwhile, Nikita and a few close friends huddled together, chatting about her belly and her anxieties and hopes for the future. Winnie was also beside Nikita, her expression one of deep concern as she looked at Nikita's growing belly.

Those are Nikita and Gavin's child! Ugh, I'm so angry! Why isn't it my own?

But... those are Gavin's children. What will my future children with Gavin be like?