Doomsday America.

Chapter 296 It's time to kill.

Charlie looked aggrieved and helpless. He had gotten completely drunk as soon as he got back yesterday, and then went to a super-exciting party. After the party, Charlie and two or three other people went to a bar and had a couple more drinks before being taken back to his room.

It was on this road that he obtained his two marijuana sticks and lit one on the spot.

In the United States, smoking marijuana is not considered a serious matter; at least six out of ten young people have tried it.

So, Charlie, still drunk, didn't take the marijuana seriously either, until he woke up to find all the guys who smoked marijuana standing in the middle of the hall. Faced with Gavin's questioning, Charlie continued helplessly.

"Let me think, who gave me marijuana yesterday? I can't quite remember. I drank way too much yesterday, I..."

"Mazefak, who gave Charlie the marijuana? Who the hell was it?!"

At that moment, before Charlie could finish speaking, Gavin could no longer contain his anger and roared at everyone present! His voice was so loud that even Octavian, who was taking a walk on the grass outside, could hear it.

Octavian paused for a moment, then reared up and galloped toward the gate, stopping to peek his neck and head inside, looking curiously at Gavin. Gavin, after a low growl, took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Meanwhile, faced with his furious questioning, the waiters in the hall looked at each other timidly.

Many people were filled with confusion; they genuinely didn't know who had done it.

Everyone knew the astronauts were Gavin's precious treasures, vital carriers of human knowledge. Who the hell was so audacious as to bring them home for a quickie on their very first day back? Looking at the silent crowd, Gavin let out another heavy sigh, then, his voice uncontrollably lowered, he asked again, slowly, word by word, "Answer me, who gave... Charlie... marijuana!!!"

"bite!"

"suck……"

"No... Phew... It wasn't me..."

"Oh my god..."

At that moment, people could clearly see that Gavin's expression had truly changed.

His former cheerfulness, gentleness, composure, and confidence had all vanished, leaving only one expression: anger! Undisguised anger!

Seeing Gavin like this, one of the men in the crowd finally couldn't overcome his fear and gently raised his hand.

"It's...it's me...boss...but I'm just..."

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Before the man could finish speaking, and before Gavin could even see who he was, his gun had already fired.

The bullet mercilessly pierced the guy's calf, shattering it!

After all, Gavin was using a Colt Python revolver, whose bullets were even more powerful than those of an AK-47. In the blink of an eye, only a few shreds of flesh remained to hold the guy's calf together. As the guy screamed and crashed heavily to the ground, Gavin finally saw who this guy was.

It turned out to be Emil Summers, the principal of Fourni High School.

Upon recognizing this guy, Gavin's anger flared even more!

The burden on Emil's shoulders goes far beyond this marijuana incident!

Although it's been a while since this guy joined, Gavin hasn't forgotten his story.

He arrived at the camp when Gavin had absorbed the entire 6666 Ranch, and when Gavin was leading the 6666 Ranch crew home. That same night, Gavin's camp also suffered the largest zombie attack since the apocalypse began!

Thanks to the firepower of three Black Hawk helicopters, the zombie siege was perfectly resolved.

These zombies were brought to the manor by Emil by accident, and now, this Emil has actually extended his damned hand to the astronauts! Thinking of this, Gavin raised his hand to put away his gun and strode towards Emil, who was lying on the ground groaning.

The other men were completely terrified by Gavin's incredibly swift shot; three of them—two men and one woman—urinated on the spot. As for Emil's men, they scattered in panic, quickly clearing a large area around him.

Gavin walked coldly into the panicked crowd, strode up to Emil, and silently looked at the grieving Emil.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, Emil trembled violently at first, then involuntarily shut his mouth.

Does he feel pain?

"Stop joking. With the power of a python, it won't hurt at all when it hits your leg. It will take a long time for the pain to start." Emil's screams were purely out of fear. One second he was screaming in terror, and the next second, Gavin, who was closer to him, terrified him so much that he didn't even have the courage to scream anymore! He just looked at Gavin with trembling lips and heavy breathing. His lips seemed to want to beg for mercy, but he couldn't seem to say anything. He could only let Gavin's left hand grab his neck and lift him off the ground.

"You did a good job, Emil..."

Gavin said coldly.

"You did a really good job, because the top talent that the United States spent countless efforts to cultivate almost got ruined by you on the very first day of his return!" *Whoosh!*

As Gavin finished speaking, he swung his left hand forward with a sudden flick, sending Emil flying seventeen or eighteen meters, rolling not only past the edge of the crowd but also right up to the entrance of the hall! At the same moment Gavin made this move, Madison, on the second-floor guard post, tensed up, cocked his shotgun, and aimed at the other members of the group near Gavin. Edward did the same, immediately raising his gun and decisively aiming at any member who might attack Gavin. After all, Gavin's position had changed!

Before Gavin entered the crowd, his gaze swept over all the members of the "Hypergrass" group, ready to detect and deal with any unusual movements. But now, Gavin not only entered the crowd, but also, while throwing Emil away, strode after the landing Emil, so much so that he was now facing away from everyone present! At this moment, Edward, while aiming, couldn't help but admire Gavin's courage and dominance.

Gavin, after slowly catching up to Emil, finally turned around and glanced at the trail of blood Emil had left behind. His gaze lingered on the drops of blood for a moment, then Gavin raised his head and carefully examined the eyes of each drug addict.

Their eyes were filled with fear and tension, and some even began to make prayer gestures.

Gavin almost laughed in exasperation at the sight of the people praying. Did he only remember to pray now that he had made a mistake?

So the only meaning of faith is to make it easier for oneself to forgive oneself?

But do they completely disregard the prohibition of evil deeds by faith and deities, as well as the exhortation to lead people to good?

However, even though he was almost laughing in exasperation, Gavin knew he had to stop.

He was furious. Emil alone wasn't enough to vent his anger, but he had to admit that this incident affected far too many people! Gavin knew perfectly well why the herb had spread so quickly throughout the camp; ultimately, it was because the guys were afraid of the potential punishment. Because they were so afraid, the more people involved, the less afraid they became, right?

The saying "the law does not punish the masses" is not just a saying. In Gavin's current situation, looking at nearly thirty guys related to Hydrangea, how many can he deal with? If he really deals with them all, he might as well wipe out nearly a third of the camp's productivity and mobility!

Moreover, those twenty-eight or twenty-nine people weren't even all. Gavin could guess with his backside that at least six or seven people hadn't come forward yet! Especially after he fired the shot, those who might have come forward before wouldn't now; people are always prone to wishful thinking. So, now Gavin only has one problem left.

That is, how exactly is he going to handle today's events?

How could he strike the right balance between punishment and fear, and ensure that the camp's operations didn't come to a standstill? Thinking this, Gavin snorted and glanced down at Emil, who was lying on the ground, convulsing.

After a quick glance, Gavin turned back to the anxiously waiting crowd, forcibly controlling the anger in his voice, and said calmly in a low voice, "Listen to me, guys, you only have one chance, so listen to me!"

"If you've only been having fun at the camp and have never given or traded marijuana to anyone else, step forward!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin turned around, his back to the crowd outside the door and David of the White Horse House, and even further back to the trembling Emil, staring intently at the crowd before him. In his eyes, the crowd remained silent for a long while before someone finally stepped forward.

The person who came out was Adriana. She raised her head and spoke to Gavin with a relaxed expression.

"Boss, Emil gave me this grass too, just last night!"

"You know, I've been with you a lot lately, of course, we were welcoming the astronauts together near Livingston Lake, so I haven't had time to hang out with them." "But I drank too much last night, and he had some good stuff for me, so I didn't refuse and took it and smoked a few."

"Maybe after a while, I might give some of the hyaluronic acid I got my hands on to someone else, but at least until now, I haven't had a chance to do that!" Looking at Adriana, who showed no signs of tension and even had a slight smile on her face, Gavin was pleased with her action in breaking the tense atmosphere, but he still berated her harshly. "Mazefak, Adriana, take that stupid smile off your face! Are you still proud of yourself? Huh? Are you still proud of yourself?!" With that, Gavin kicked her hard, sending her flying.

Adriana finally showed a look of shock, falling to the ground in terror, but then she rubbed her stomach in bewilderment. That kick… didn't hurt that much?

As Adriana flew away, Gavin took a deep breath and waved to Thomas.

"Thomas, do a survey. Change the jobs of all the people who just stay at home having sex. Except for fieldwork, swap everyone else with the idiots under Horst. Let Horst take these new recruits and clean the house properly. Also... they'll only get one meal a day, just like Horst did back then!" Gavin clapped his hands heavily before Thomas could respond, urging him on.

"You all heard your punishment, right? Now, everyone who just stayed home and didn't pass the marijuana on to anyone else, get over to Thomas! Hurry up!" "Hurry up, guys, don't fucking mess with the boss anymore, my little brother's going numb with fear, hurry up!!!"

As Gavin finished speaking, Eugene grinned wickedly, raised his rifle, pointed the muzzle at the ceiling, and shouted at the crowd in unison with Gavin's words. At the same time, he grabbed his crotch in a flamboyant manner and made a Michael Jackson dance move.

At Eugene's blatant urging, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, and then sixteen or seventeen people stepped out and stood motionless beside Thomas. Thomas didn't take them away immediately, but instead let them stand there and continue to observe Gavin's handling of the incident.

Thomas already understood Gavin's attitude, so he believed that Gavin's next decision would put psychological pressure on the group of guys who had made mistakes. Gavin, seeing that the group had been divided into groups, then turned his attention to the remaining ten or so people.

Meeting Gavin's gaze, the ten men trembled like leaves, with four or five of them from the Granite Beach camp looking pleadingly at Lucien. Noticing the way his men were looking at him, Lucien swallowed hard; he knew he was doomed.

Sure enough, the next moment one of the men raised his right hand and shouted to Gavin.

"Boss! Spare me! It's all Lucien's fault. He found that damn marijuana, it was all his doing, it was him!"

"Mazefak, you bastard, I saved your life, and you actually...you...f***ing!!!"

Lucien immediately retorted, but after only two sentences, he saw Gavin's gaze.

He quickly swallowed and then lowered his head, saying nothing more.

After a full seven or eight seconds of silence, Lucien suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh, then stepped forward from the crowd, his gaze desolate, shoulders slumped, and back limp as he spoke to Gavin, "Gavin... Boss, you've almost taken care of that Emil, I don't think I can escape."

"Damn it, I've gotten myself into a lot of trouble, but my brother wasn't involved in this stupid thing. He didn't spread it, he just smoked a couple of cigarettes with me!" As he said this, Lucien gritted his teeth and shoved Chandson out of the crowd from behind him.

Seeing himself being pushed out of the crowd, Chandson was relieved for a moment, then quickly ran back to Lucien's side.

"Boss Gavin!"

Chandson gripped Lucien's arm, looking pleadingly at Gavin, his feet firmly planted beside Lucien. Lucien struggled twice, but couldn't break free, so he kicked Chandson, sending him flying.

"Don't fucking hang around me, get lost, and live your life properly, taking my share with you!"

"Lucien!!!"

The two struggled to stay together, and their increasingly heavy voices prompted Gavin to raise his hand in annoyance and slap them hard to interrupt them. *Smack!*

Snapped!

The sound of the slap involuntarily brought their conversation to a halt.

Seeing that the scene had quieted down, Gavin let out a breath and said:

"On my turf, the first thing you should hear is my voice, and even more so, my decisions. This is my territory, and there's no room for your nonsense here!" "Now, I'll ask you a question, Lucien. All the marijuana in the camp did indeed come from your exploration mission, is that right?" Gavin said as he approached Lucien, looking down into his eyes.

Lucien swallowed hard, then forced a bitter smile and nodded in reply:

"Indeed, I don't deny that, boss!"

Having reached this point, Lucien seemed to have come to terms with it, and his voice became much firmer.

After receiving the answer, Gavin paused for a moment, then asked:

"And then, Lucien, did you spread marijuana around the camp? The key point is, within the camp, and even more so, on my territory, my territory!" Thump!

Gavin punched Lucien in the face, sending Lucien flying backward, even knocking out two or three teeth.

However, he seemed to understand something, so even though he was in excruciating pain and dizzy, he struggled to his feet, spitting out blood, and shouted as if grasping at a straw, "I didn't! Boss, I didn't cause trouble on your turf. After I found the marijuana, I only gave it to the three field operatives with me, and we divided it up outside!" The moment he finished speaking, Lucien couldn't help but look at his three men.

That is, the three field workers in his group.

Field operations usually involve four people, because most vehicles in the camp are four-seaters. Four people working together allows for firing positions from every window of the vehicle without crowding, maximizing the vehicle's firepower. But those three field operatives panicked—completely panicked!

Their expressions and Lucien's confident words made Gavin and all the guys present understand the core of the incident.

First, the source of the marijuana wasn't just Lucien himself. As a field agent, anything he discovered, as long as he didn't hoard it, would be discovered by his entire team—it was a team-wide discovery. If Lucien only distributed the marijuana within his field team and didn't spread it throughout the camp, then the source of the camp's marijuana spread was his three underlings. So, those three underlings immediately started pointing fingers and attacking each other, exchanging endless accusations and trying to prove that the other two were responsible for spreading the marijuana. But… it didn't matter who it was anymore. This was a group drug use incident involving nearly thirty people, and Gavin had been prepared for a mass killing from the moment he discovered it. Killing too many people in this incident would affect the camp's development.

But killing too few people or not killing anyone at all would cause the men to lose their sense of awe.

So, three field agents plus Emil, four people... no more, no less, right?

Thinking of this, Gavin let out a breath and then waved to Eugene and Edward.

As Eugene and Edward approached Gavin, Gavin pointed to the three people arguing and said...

"Take the three of them, and Emil, to our gravesite."

"no problem!"

Eugene responded with unusual seriousness, while Edward nodded silently and emphatically.

Immediately afterward, the two men restrained the three wailing men and led them out of the hall, also dragging Emil, who was still sobbing on the ground, along with them. Watching Emil being forcibly dragged away and the three weeping men, Lucien swallowed hard.

Gavin then waved to Steve and said...

"Steve!"

"Boss, I'm here."

Steve nodded and stepped out of the crowd, while Gavin continued speaking to him.

"You can also use a riding crop, right, my chief cowboy?"

"Of course, no one can make me give up my cowboy skills!"

Steve responded loudly, while Gavin pointed to Lucien, Chandson, and the other guys who had been spreading marijuana again inside the camp, and ordered, "Steve, take them to the basement. Twenty lashes each. If they're knocked unconscious, continue lashing them when they wake up. Give them every full lash. Then provide one meal every three days. Forty days' sentence." "Yes, sir!"

Steve responded loudly, then drew his pistol, waved the muzzle at the men, and sneered.

"Did you hear that, my lovely racehorses? Come with me, and then, amidst your pain and hunger, be thankful you're still alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve shook the muzzle of his gun again. The men pointed at him lowered their heads and followed Steve's footsteps shakily towards the basement. Their desolate figures sent chills down the spines of the onlookers. Amidst this spreading pressure and fear, Gavin strolled to his armor, grabbed the hilt of his two-handed greatsword, and yanked it out with a swift, powerful thrust!

The metallic scraping sound of a longsword being drawn made almost everyone's heart skip a beat.

Gavin, expressionless, gripped his longsword and strode towards the door, chasing after the four men Eugene had taken away, all while everyone else watched in fear. To many, Gavin, striding forward, was no longer a football star; he was the very embodiment of death, and the raven on his shoulder added to the mystique of the shadow he cast in their hearts! Just as Gavin was about to walk out the door, Emil, who had been dragged more than forty meters away, suddenly clutched his trousers and roared at Gavin. "Wait, boss, spare my life! I'll report you! Someone's lying to you! Someone's hiding among those guys who claim they haven't spread marijuana!" "It's Dorothea, that bitch from Cedar Camp! Ahhh... my marijuana... she gave me my marijuana, and she made me do the marijuana thing with the astronauts, it's all because of her..." "Fuck you, Emil! I slept with you, and now you're done with me and I'm reporting you! You're a bastard, a son of a bitch! Waaah, I'm going to kill you!!!" Before Emil could finish speaking, Dorothea, who was standing in the group with the lightest punishment, broke down and burst into tears.

She was crying hysterically as she rushed out to run towards Emil, her flailing arms and legs making it seem as if she wanted to scratch Emil to death on the spot! But before she could run seven steps, the gunshot rang out again.

Whoosh!

Boom!

Brain matter splattered, blood flew everywhere.

Amidst the invisible smoke of gunpowder, Gavin spun the pistol back into his waistband and looked at Dorothea, whose head had exploded, and said softly.

"I hate deception more than making mistakes."

"Host, take your new recruits and clean the hall."

"You have your work to do, and I have mine to do. I hope we can both do our jobs well."

"Oh, and Margaret too, why don't you come with me to the cemetery?"

"I don't want...you to arrive at the cemetery slower than I do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin left the hall without looking back, carrying his longsword in one hand, and quickly leaped onto his horse.

tap……

tap……

The sound of hooves faded into the distance. Only after Gavin and his horse had run dozens of meters away did Margaret, who was being watched with knowing glances by everyone on the second-floor corridor, finally realize what was happening and frantically cried out, "Wait, boss, wait for me, wait... Waaah... Wait for me, please!!!"

As she ran, Margaret burst into uncontrollable sobs, but at that moment, even the most clueless fool wouldn't offer her any help. And so, Margaret continued wailing as she rushed out of the hall, chasing after Gavin.

Her back looked extremely disheveled.