Doomsday America.

Chapter 252 His mother's white food

At this moment, Gavin was genuinely starting to panic.

Because after he threw the punch, he genuinely forgot how much force he had used.

Today, because of the tragedy that happened at Camp Margaret and the heartbreaking scene with Cynthia, Gavin was really upset, and his punch might have been a little too hard!

Seeing that Lucien had stopped breathing, how could Gavin not be worried?

What if he accidentally lets Lucien follow in Morris's footsteps?

Worried, Gavin quickly knelt down beside Lucien and began performing CPR on him.

While pressing on Lucien's ribs, Gavin also desperately pressed on Lucien's philtrum.

Meanwhile, Chandson, who was collecting supplies on the second floor of the resort, happened to pass by the window of this room.

Looking at the bloody words on the windowpane, especially... a letter was misspelled in one of the words!

Chandson grimaced in disgust, then walked toward the glass and reached out to wipe the wrong letters.

But just as he raised his hand, his gaze involuntarily drifted across the window and landed on Gavin and Lucien in the yard.

Seeing Lucien lying unconscious on the ground, while Gavin frantically performed CPR, Chandson was slightly taken aback, then immediately widened his eyes.

"elder brother!!!"

He let out a loud shout, then quickly pushed open the window, jumped from the second floor to the ground, and ran towards Gavin.

As he ran, Chandson yelled at Gavin.

"What's going on! Gavin! What's happening?!"

"I don't know either, God, your brother's too weak. I only threw one punch, and it seems like I knocked out his breath!" "Giggle!!!"

Gavin and the crows answered Chandson's question one after the other, while Chandson, looking alarmed, rushed to his brother's side and knelt down to check Lucien's breathing.

He held his hand in front of Lucien's nose, one second, two seconds...

"Fuck! Get up, you bastard, get up right now!"

clap clap clap!

Chandson roared and slapped Lucien hard across the face with both hands.

It's unclear whether it was the brotherhood that worked, or whether a slap was more effective for Lucien than CPR.

In short, the next moment, Lucien suddenly opened his eyes and then took a long breath.

"Huh?!!"

"God, you're awake! You bastard, you're finally awake!"

Seeing his brother begin to breathe, Chandson finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Lucien, after he regained his breathing, he unconsciously touched his chin, then looked at Gavin in confusion, and finally turned to look at his panicked younger brother.

Meeting Lucien's gaze, Chandson let out a long breath, then asked Lucien in a low voice.

"You scared me to death, bro! What just happened?!"

At this point, Chandson glanced warily at Gavin.

And Lucien...

He blinked in confusion as he listened to his younger brother's question.

Yeah... what exactly happened just now?

I'd also like to know what happened?

And so, filled with confusion, Lucien grabbed his younger brother's hand and said with a sigh.

"Chanderson, my brother, I think I just saw our grandma."

"Phew... Damn it."

Hearing that Lucien could still joke, Gavin finally breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Gavin said softly as he raised his hand to offer the cigarette to Lucien's mouth.

"It's good that you're awake, Lucien. Here, have a smoke to calm down, you..."

"Huh?!!"

Just as Gavin finished speaking, his hand appeared right in front of Lucien.

When Lucien saw his hand, he jerked his head to the left, so fast he almost flipped his lip off. After the instinctive dodge, Lucien finally came to his senses.

He let out a long breath, then opened his mouth, took the cigarette in his mouth, and said to Gavin in an annoyed tone.

"Fuck, you win, quarterback. I've never seen such a heavy punch before."

"After taking that punch from you, I even felt closer to my long-dead grandmother than Maurice was to her. But I'm not ashamed, damn it, because I lost to a legend. A legendary quarterback is a legend, isn't he?"

"Winner takes all, I should call you boss now, and you, bro, from now on call Gavin boss. I've decided to bring all of us along with Gavin!"

At this point, Lucien sighed softly and then stood up from the ground.

Chandson paused for a moment upon hearing Lucien's words, then grinned and said.

"Haha, that's great! Damn, I just talked to Gavin's men, and their camp has over a hundred people, which is much safer than our small group of ten or so!"

"I was wondering how to persuade you, but you actually changed your mind, haha!"

"Alright, bro, at least you've finally stopped taking your protagonist-centric theory seriously!"

"To be honest, we're not the type to be leaders. We don't have the brains for it. If you asked us to be Daryl, the two of us might be a better fit. Daryl in The Walking Dead was a brother, right, Gavin, boss?"

At this point, Chandson grinned and looked at Gavin.

That's how it is in America; they tend to be very sociable, so each social class and circle has its own set of social topics. The top class talks about military affairs, the upper class talks about entertainment, the middle class talks about politics, and the lower class talks about television—this has become a common social topic in America.

This is also why television series can be produced in the United States for decades, because in the United States, popular or enduring television programs are an indispensable social topic for every working-class American.

If you show up at a party like that and can't understand what people are talking about about last night's TV show, you'll be ostracized. So, in response to Chandson's question, Gavin smiled and nodded.

"That's right, buddy, there's more than one way to become the protagonist than by being the boss, but no matter what, Lucien, the protagonist is always the one who's alive, and you need to get that straight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin stood up, let out a long breath, and then waved to Lucien and Chandson.

"Chanderson, now that you're here, come and get back to work with us."

"The three of us should collect the bodies nearby, gather them into a pile, and find a suitable place to burn them."

"And that corpse Christmas tree halfway up the mountain, damn it, that thing has to be burned too."

"Come on, stop idling and get to work."

At this point, Gavin, along with Lucien and Chandson, began moving the bodies around the area.

By the time they had almost finished moving everything, lunch was ready.

Gavin then strolled back to the resort with the two of them, chatting as they went.

Seeing Gavin and the other two return, Eugene, who was already sitting at the table tapping his plate with his fork, quickly and irritably called out to Gavin, "Boss, sit down and eat! I've been waiting for you for over ten minutes, just wanting to see your expression when you see today's lunch!" "What expression?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin looked at Eugene with a puzzled expression.

Eugene pointed to the baking tray that Nicholas was bringing over.

Gavin's face immediately turned green after he looked in the direction Eugene was pointing!

Guess what he saw?

That's right!

He saw genuine white food!

But it's not the kind of "cold, vegetarian, and minimal" white food that's rumored to be.

Instead, it's the exact opposite, the kind with lots of oil, lots of sugar, and lots and lots of cheese!

Gavin saw a huge pile of chopped hamburger patties spread out on a giant baking tray, topped with a massive amount of black and white chocolate, dried fruit, jam, maple syrup, and an extra-thick layer of cheese that was almost as thick as a finger joint!

In addition, Gavin also saw America's famous chicken breast, which was baked with at least eight kinds of sweet sauces, including extra sweet tomato sauce, and tons of butter, and was absolutely so sweet it could kill you!

Moreover, there was a large bowl of soup on the table, and the soup was dark in color!

Can you guess what it's made of?

Damn it, that's chocolate soup!

Real chocolate soup!

In addition, salads are of course essential, but the supplies in the voodoo camp are not very good, and fresh vegetables and fruits are basically nowhere to be found.

So, this damn salad is made with dried fruit!

That is, the traditional American kind of... almost like dried fruit soaked in saccharin, mixed with an unbearably sweet salad dressing... dried fruit salad!!!

Gavin nearly let out a fatal scream the moment he saw these dishes!

Even though he didn't scream, he still looked at Nicholas with a puzzled expression.

Seeing Gavin's expression, Eugene laughed with satisfaction; this was exactly what he wanted to see!

Gavin, looking utterly bewildered, asked Nicholas.

"Wait, Nicholas, you've eaten Doris's cooking with me so many times, and all I asked you to do was cook one meal, and you brought me... this?"

It was only at this moment that Gavin realized how precious Doris was!

He understood even more how important a professional chef who didn't make ugly white food was to him!

only………

In response to Gavin's question, Nicholas narrowed his eyes in equal confusion.

"What's wrong, boss? Is there a problem with these dishes? I even mixed canned luncheon meat into the hamburger patties!"

"Yeah, boss, this is such a lavish lunch! Don't tell me you're such a picky capitalist that you'd complain about something this delicious!" Lucien, who had just seen the dishes, pursed his lips in satisfaction; he was getting a little hungry.

Gavin finally understood why the restaurant Doris used to run had gone out of business.

For the past month, Lucien's camp has had no shortage of food, but because he set up camp in the wild, they do not have tools such as ovens.

So for the past month, all they've been eating is barbecued meat over a campfire; they've never had a meal like this before!

Without hesitation, Lucien picked up the plate.

Nicholas then served Lucien a large plate of luncheon meat.

Gavin swallowed hard as he watched Lucien wolf down his food.

"Boss, your plate!"

In the distance, Nicholas approached Gavin and tapped the baking pan with his spoon to urge him on.

Faced with Nicholas's urging, Gavin glanced at the men around him.

At this moment, even though he was Gavin, even though he was the leader of hundreds of people, even though he might even be the leader of the largest survival camp in central Texas, his subordinates and buddies also gave him looks that... seemed to think he was being pretentious.

Faced with those stares, Gavin pursed his lips, his face pale, and picked up the plate.

"I'm not very hungry, just a little bit is fine. Also, I don't drink soup."

"No, boss, we all know how big your appetite is. Don't worry, we have plenty of food. There's plenty of food at the Morris camp." Before Gavin could finish speaking, Nicholas served him a large plate full of food.

The kind that stands out.

Gavin's face immediately turned even greener, the kind that's completely out of control.

Nicholas, on the other hand, turned around and served a bowl to another person.

So, about half an hour later.

Gavin still couldn't finish what was on his plate.

Fortunately, halfway through his meal, Sean returned in a plane with Edward and Steve, and the arrival of these three at the table prevented Gavin from standing out too much.

Because Steve had lived with Gavin since childhood, his taste buds had been trained by Gavin to have an Eastern palate. Seeing Steve's dark blue face, Gavin's mood immediately improved.

And so, more than an hour passed.

Eugene put down his beer and looked at Gavin's last bite of food with a wicked grin.

"Boss, you're the only one left. Hurry up and eat, don't waste food!"

"I know, I don't need you to remind me!"

Gavin gave Eugene the middle finger with a look of disgust, then reluctantly put the last spoonful of hamburger meat into his mouth.

This meat filling is sweet, and it's sickeningly sweet! Who the hell would want to eat this?!

What's the difference between sweet roast meat filling and adding honey to dumpling filling?

Gavin forced himself to stand up, suppressing the urge to vomit, and clapped his hands impatiently.

"You've all eaten, right? In that case, guys, finish the last bit of work, and then we'll get out of this hellhole!" "Eugene, Martin, take the fuel and burn down the Christmas tree on the hillside. Also, keep an eye on it to prevent the fire from spreading."

"Sean, Nicholas, Paul, check the helicopter."

"Lucien, take your men and gather the supplies, then send them to Morris's Iveco."

"Later, Margaret will take all the women to the helicopter, and the rest of you will drive our cars. We'll head back to the Granite Stand base in Lucien, collect their supplies, and then return to my camp!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin raised his hand to urge everyone on.

Everyone then got busy with their tasks.

Gavin himself couldn't wait any longer and rushed to the bathroom, dry heaving twice into the toilet.

He wouldn't vomit, just feel unwell in his stomach. He'd never eaten so much sugar in his life. The sugar content of one plate of food was at least equivalent to twenty bottles of cola, or even more!

After gagging, he washed his face thoroughly and drank a lot of water to neutralize the sweet taste in his mouth, finally feeling a little better. After working for another forty minutes, the Christmas tree flame finally went out completely.

Interestingly, because the zombies and corpses were hung relatively far apart on the Christmas tree, there was no mass of flesh piled up when they burned, so they burned surprisingly well, igniting quickly and extinguishing just as quickly.

After everything was completely sorted out, Gavin, carrying six rocket launchers, two heavy machine guns, and over 100,000 rounds of ammunition, boarded the returning Iveco van. While everyone was en route to Camp Lucien, Sean refueled the three aircraft.

That's right. When they travel, they usually bring enough fuel for about two hours of flight time. After all, not every airport is suitable for landing these days, so it's safer to bring your own fuel and refuel at any open space.

By the time everyone had finally returned to Camp Gavin, it was already 5:32 PM.

It was just in time for dinner.

This meal was truly the second best Gavin had eaten during the apocalypse!

The first delicious meal was the barbecue Gavin ate by the lake on the first day of the apocalypse, after escaping a hangover. Accompanied by the laughter of his five friends, the meal was incredibly delicious.

The kind of fragrance that permeates the soul!

For tonight's meal, Lao Feng, who didn't have any special work today, took some time to make a small pot of offal soup and steamed some real soft and glutinous steamed buns.

With this kind of food, Gavin almost ate his tongue off.

Gavin never wants to try white food again; it's just too horrible!