Doomsday America.

Chapter 268 Visit

So, about twenty minutes later...

Gavin, who was chatting with Thomas in the lobby, saw Arturo and Abel, the two guys with scorpion tattoos on their faces, walking towards him with resolute expressions. Noticing their approaching footsteps, Thomas, who was reporting and explaining the farm's recent and future agricultural plans to Gavin, stopped talking and looked over with Gavin. Meeting Gavin and Thomas's silent gaze, Arturo and Abel suddenly stopped.

For some reason, they were even more nervous at this moment than when they saw their former gang leader.

And Gavin.

Seeing that the two had stopped, he snorted irritably and cursed.

"What are you two doing? Are you playing 'Red Light, Green Light' with me? What are you standing there for?!"

"Uh... Boss, it's the two of us... the two of us..."

Arturo and his companion swallowed nervously.

Gavin waved them off impatiently.

"Come here and talk to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin casually pointed to the nearby sofa.

Arturo and Gavin rushed over in a panic, sitting upright on the sofa like schoolchildren, their hands even resting obediently on their knees. Seeing their flustered state, Thomas chuckled softly and spoke gently to Gavin.

"Sir, it seems they have something to discuss with you. In that case, I'll go check on tonight's dinner preparations."

"Okay, go ahead, we'll continue our chat tonight."

Gavin nodded to Thomas, then waved goodbye. As Thomas left, Arturo swallowed hard. Although they had been at the camp for over a month, they were considered veterans.

But to be honest, neither of them had much experience communicating with Gavin.

After all, they spent most of their time in the hospital ward and had virtually no opportunity to communicate with Gavin, their boss.

As for now.

Seeing the increasingly awkward expressions on their faces, Gavin tapped his thigh with his finger and asked.

"What's going on with you two, Arturo? Have you recovered? Are you ready to get back to work?"

At this point, Gavin couldn't help but glance at Arturo's crotch...

He was deeply impressed by Arturo's identity as a lone warrior...

Arturo.

Faced with Gavin's question, he finally knew what to say. He quickly nodded and softly replied to Gavin:

"Yes...yes, boss, I've basically recovered. I...I feel I should make some contributions to our camp, and I can't keep being taken care of all the time!" Arturo said, subtly puffing out his chest.

Gavin nodded with amusement and said...

"Really? That's good. It's good that you've recovered. I was really worried that you'd just give up like this, because I don't want to support someone who's not doing anything productive." "But if you were just planning to work, why did you two bother to come all the way to see me?"

"So, do you two have any additional plans for your work? Do you not want to do logistical work and prefer fieldwork?"

"If so, then join the evening field training and wait for Eugene and the other field team leaders to assign tasks."

"Any other questions?"

Gavin urged Arturo, whose movements were becoming increasingly hurried.

Upon hearing this, Arturo couldn't help but exchange a glance with Abel.

Then, Arturo said to Gavin with a troubled expression.

"Boss, about fieldwork, we...I think...I..."

"Just say what you're thinking, buddy. A man should be decisive and efficient, not fussy like an old lady!" Gavin scolded softly, and the two little Steam Scorpions immediately became nervous.

Arturo then quickly rallied his spirits and mustered his courage to speak to Gavin.

"That's right, boss, we...we both want to join the back office!"

"profound…

Upon hearing this, Gavin paused strangely, then looked at the two of them with a peculiar expression.

Meeting Gavin's unusually strange gaze, Arturo and the other man awkwardly scratched their trousers.

Gavin remained silent for a long time before finally speaking softly.

"You two know what office work entails, right, buddy?"

"Uh... I know, it's about protecting the camp..."

Arturo responded hastily, while Gavin nodded first, then shook his head slightly and said.

"It's not just about protecting the camp, buddy, but I'm glad you two have the intention to protect our client's camp."

"But besides protecting the camp, the work of the internal affairs staff also involves investigating and supervising the camp, similar to the work of police and the FBI. It's fucking like the work of police and SWAT teams!" "And you two... damn it, if it weren't for the apocalypse," you two would still be in prison... under supervision... "So... you two prisoners suddenly came to me and said you wanted to do police work..."

At this point, Gavin stopped talking and looked at the two of them with amusement.

Meeting Gavin's teasing gaze, Arturo and the other man swallowed hard.

Then, Abel took a deep breath and spoke to Gavin.

"Wait, boss, we don't want to be cops. We just want to...we just want to...we just want to do our best to protect our environment and do our part. We..." "Alright, you two wait a minute."

Suddenly, Gavin interrupted Abel and took out a walkie-talkie.

"Old Feng!"

He spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Come to the lobby!"

"Roger that, boss, I'm on my way!"

Old Feng's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and at the same time, the sound of a door being pushed open came from the second floor.

Gavin looked up at the second floor and saw Old Feng release his son from his hand, patting his back to let him play somewhere else, and then quickly walk towards the stairs. Old Feng asked Gavin, "Boss, I'm in the bedroom with the child. What's up?"

"It's nothing, just asking if you want these two idiots."

As Gavin responded, he gestured towards the increasingly uneasy Arturo and his companion, while the two gang members looked nervously at Old Feng. If, at the beginning of the camp's establishment, some of the men looked down on Old Feng's Asian identity...

Now, the camp rules are basically clear, and the camp's rights have been largely divided.

Old Feng's position was already very secure; he was clearly one of the leaders of the internal affairs system.

At times like this, no one considers Lao Feng's ethnicity; at least, ordinary members like Arturo and his companion aren't even considered for that reason. They could only look at Lao Feng with pitiful expressions, hoping he would accept them.

And Lao Feng.

He pursed his lips, then naturally sat down next to Gavin, frowning as he scrutinized the two men, staring intently into their eyes, and asked, "Is that so, boss? They both want to join the back office?"

Before Gavin could say anything, Old Feng fiercely pressed Arturo and the other man for answers.

"Did you hear me, you two bastards? Want to join the office administration? Speak up!"

The sudden turn of events and Lao Feng's displeased tone made Arturo and his companion flinch in their panic.

Immediately afterwards, the two swallowed hard, and Arturo nervously replied to Old Feng.

"No...that's right, I...uh...we both want to join the office staff to protect our home, we..."

"Pfft, hahaha, what a great claim about protecting our homeland! What are you two bragging about? I wouldn't even dare say I can protect our homeland, hahaha!" Old Feng suddenly burst out laughing, slapping his thigh as he spoke to Gavin.

"Look at those two, boss, hahaha, protecting their home... haha, they're really putting on a show, like they're in a movie, pfft hahaha~" While his loud laughter made Arturo and his companion increasingly embarrassed, Old Feng suddenly stood up and walked towards them. As Old Feng strode towards them, Arturo and his companion stared wide-eyed at him. Old Feng abruptly stood before them, looking down at them silently. The unspoken silence made the atmosphere increasingly tense and the air thick with tension.

Arturo and the other man didn't even dare to look away, staring at Lao Feng with confusion, panic, and unease.

After a long silence, Old Feng suddenly said softly:

"You two are lucky. The internal staff are short-staffed for guard duty lately, and it's difficult to fill the gaps in nighttime guard duty at the external posts. Do you two have a problem?" "Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Arturo and the other man let out a surprised "Aww!"

Old Feng then looked at the two men with a stern gaze, staring into their eyes as he spoke.

"Shut the fuck up! Who are you trying to fool? I don't want to hear you moaning like that, you bastards!"

"Speak up! Can't you stand guard? If not, get out of here, you two idiots who've been through the wringer!"

"Oh... we can! We can do it! We'll be fine!"

At this moment, Arturo finally realized what was happening and stood up, nervously responding to Lao Feng.

After receiving their responses, Lao Feng nodded slightly and then patted them on the shoulders.

"Alright then, you two are my men from now on. Stop fucking bothering the boss. I'll show you around the camp's sentry posts!" "If everything's fine, follow me. If there are any problems, say so now, because I'm not going to give you any extra leeway just because you're missing a basket, you idiot!" "Follow me!"

At this point, Old Feng waved to the two of them, then turned back to Gavin and whispered something to him.

"Boss, the camp is indeed short of internal staff lately. We don't even have twelve people in total, not even enough for two shifts, and we need to fill in for the field staff." "It would be perfect if those two wanted to join. Even if they hadn't said anything, I was planning to talk to you about recruiting internal staff anyway." "However, I originally planned to wait until the astronauts returned before discussing this with you."

"If you allow me, I'll take them both with me. They're both jerks, but... we don't have the right to be picky now, do we? I'll teach them how to be good doomsday humans!" With that, Old Feng turned and glanced at Arturo and Abel, who quickly nodded to him.

Seeing the two nod, Old Feng chuckled and then waved towards the second floor.

His wife, Xiao Cao, saw the child run into the kitchen, so she led the child out and told him not to disturb the kitchen work, while waving to Lao Feng. Lao Feng, in turn, beckoned to Arturo and Gavin, then led them out of the hall and towards the gradually darkening grassland. Just as they pushed open the gate, a distant gunshot rang out, startling Arturo and Gavin. However, Lao Feng and Gavin didn't take the gunshot seriously, as similar gunshots were frequently heard around the camp.

Zombies are particularly active in the apocalypse, and lone zombies often wander near the camp.

To prevent the presence of bloodseekers, Gavin instructed camp members to kill any zombies they encountered, regardless of their type. Even if the support staff's marksmanship was poor and a zombie escaped, they had to report it so Gavin could send men to hunt it down.

Even when the logistics personnel are working, they always carry guns!

After all, it's the end of the world right now. If the logistics personnel carry guns, not only will they feel more at ease, but Gavin will also have a lot less to worry about.

Otherwise, if someone from a cult or similar organization infiltrates the vicinity of the camp and suddenly attacks the farmers or support staff, the support staff, with their guns, would at least have a chance to fight back.

Inside the manor, Gavin didn't take the gunshots seriously; if the situation became serious, people would report it.

After Old Feng took Arturo and the other man away, Gavin sat on the sofa for a while, then thought about the remaining patients in the camp. Arturo's recovery had at least freed up two more people in the camp, and Gavin also wanted to check on the condition of the other patients.

Then, he stood up and strode towards the ward area.

Soon, he arrived at the door of another ward.

Knock knock knock

After a light knock on the door, an annoyed voice came from inside.

"Who the hell is it now? Damn it, can you bunch of bastards stop coming to the ward all the time to offer your stock picks?!"

An annoyed voice approached the door, and soon the door to the ward opened. Greta, her blue hair now somewhat faded, looked at Gavin with displeasure. Then, after a glance, Greta's eyes widened in surprise.

Meanwhile, Anna's questioning voice came from the hospital bed inside the room.

"Who is it, Greta? Is it that bastard Otto again?"

"No, no, Anna, it's the boss!"

"Oh, boss, tell him to get lost and not bother us...wait, who did you say it was?"

The surprised sounds grew louder, followed by the sound of shoes being put on.

Putapta...

With light footsteps, Anna came up behind Greta, looked at Gavin with surprise, and spoke.

"Boss! It's you! It really is you!"

"Haha, wow, so surprised? It seems I really neglected you guys in the past."

Gavin smiled and nodded to Greta and Anna, then glanced into the ward and asked softly.

"Won't you invite me in for a seat?"

"Yes, yes, come in quickly, boss, have a seat!"

Greta quickly ushered Gavin into the ward, while Anna frantically ran back and forth, quickly handing Gavin a thermos and two pieces of not-so-good-looking fruit. It wasn't fruit harvest season, and the camp's limited fruit supply consisted of a small stock in the camp's own cold storage and a few items found by field crews outside. In short, while there was still fruit to eat, it was generally of poor quality; the apples Gavin held even had black spots.

However, Gavin didn't complain at all, because this apple was a rare find at this time.