Doomsday America.

Chapter 241 Field Service Levels and New Training System

Chapter 241 New System for Field Service Levels and Training (5k)

"Hey, wait a minute, wait for me!"

As he chased after Gavin, Philip shouted and followed closely behind.

Gavin glanced at him with amusement and said.

"I thought you wanted to stay and catch up with your old friends."

"Haha, what's there to reminisce about? They're yours now, aren't they?"

Philip answered immediately.

"Once I return to Atlanta, they will join you, and they will be even closer to me. If I want to see them, I only need to travel from Atlanta to your camp, so why should I rush to catch up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Philip took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and threw one to each of Gavin and the other two.

Chewing gum in unison, the three left Margaret's nickel mine and sat inside the battle shield.

Philip pointed in the direction.

"Lucien's camp at Granite Beach is less than 50 kilometers from Cedar Camp, and we'll be there in no time."

"However, Gavin, if we want to get back to your camp before dinner, we won't be able to stay at Granite Beach Camp for long."

"Maybe in ten minutes, maybe twenty minutes, we'll have to head back. Are you sure we can have a pleasant conversation with Lucien in such a short time?"

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"I guarantee that guy is nothing like Margaret; he looks more like a barbarian, with a thick chest hair and a full beard, or like a Viking!"

At this point, Philip instinctively pursed his lips and rubbed the corner of his mouth.

When Lucien caught me, I got two elbows from him. Those elbows were thick and hard, like iron elbows. He deserved to die!

And Gavin.

Listening to Philip's story, he squinted at Philip and smiled.

"It seems you, like Margaret, are dissatisfied with Lucien, Philip. Is it because you slept with Margaret?"

"No, no, no, how could it be because of that? I'm not that shallow. Otherwise, I would have stayed at the Cedar Camp, where I could sleep every day, right?"

Philip quickly waved his hand in denial.

"But I got elbowed twice by Lucien back then, and that bastard has a bad temper. I'm worried you'll get the short end of the stick."

"A setback?"

Hearing this, Gavin shook his head with amusement, then pointed at Philip and continued.

"Personally, I don't think there are many people who can make me lose face, especially since Lucien let you go, didn't he? He not only didn't hurt you any further, but he even let you leave. Just from this point of view, that guy may be a bastard, but he's definitely not that bad."

At this point, Gavin crossed his legs and casually reached to the side to pull out a bottle of drink.

After finishing his sports drink in one gulp, Gavin spat his chewing gum into the bottle and handed it to Eugene.

Eugene casually tossed the bottle out of the car, then turned to Philip and said.

"Did you hear that, Maverick? Our boss thinks more, and he's more right, than you do!"

"Boss is absolutely right. If Lucien can let you go, how much of a scoundrel can he really be?"

"but----"

Suddenly, in the passenger seat, Edward frowned and tapped his gun with his finger.

He hesitated and pondered.

"But Eugene, and boss, Nathan said that Lucien, that bastard, almost raped Margaret in her office!"

"I admit that this statement might be based on subjective assumptions, but I'm a bit sensitive to the word 'rape,' after all, my girlfriend almost experienced it!"

At this point, Edward stopped talking and slightly pursed his lips.

Gavin nodded and spoke to Edward.

"That is indeed a problem. After all, Margaret and Nathan shouldn't be so foolish as to use such an easily exposed lie to deceive us into remaining at odds with Lucien."

"Therefore, I judge that in addition to his relatively reckless style of doing things, Lucien's temper is definitely not good either."

"However, Philip's existence at least proves that Lucien still has a bottom line, and I sincerely hope that the feud between Margaret and Lucien is not truly irreconcilable."

At this point, Gavin took off his gloves, rubbed his forehead, then looked at Philip and rolled his eyes.

"Philip, I have to say something that might bother you: you were only at Margaret's camp for a short while, and Margaret slept with you once, and there was also Cynthia, a porn star from Saint Valley, between you two."

"Given Margaret's behavior, until I see Lucien with my own eyes and confirm the situation between them, I find it hard not to suspect that something actually happened between Margaret and Lucien!"

"Whether it was something that happened in order to recruit Lucien, or whether Margaret gave Lucien certain hints."

"In short, I don't like to make arbitrary judgments about a person based on what others say. I always have to meet him and understand him in person before I am qualified to evaluate him."

At this point, Gavin lowered his hand from his forehead and shook his head dejectedly.

"If I could, I really wouldn't like killing, really."

"It's not just because there are so few living people that each one is a precious resource."

"Moreover, because every time we face a gunfight, we ourselves must also take risks."

After saying that, Gavin put his gloves back on and then hugged his weapon tightly.

Inside the car, Edward couldn't help but laugh after hearing Gavin's words.

He smiled and turned to Gavin, raising his right hand and pointing his thumb to his chest.

"Boss, guess how many armed enemies I've faced in the first half of my life?"

"Get lost, I can't be bothered to guess, tell me if you want, or don't."

Gavin gave Edward the middle finger.

Edward laughed for a moment, then spoke proudly.

"Believe me, boss, I've seen over four figures of armed enemies!"

"I have led my team through gunfire more than once, or single-handedly stormed into drug cartel hideouts and eliminated every opponent I could find."

"My footprints have covered the Middle East, Northern Europe, and South Africa. I have countless enemies, but I have never feared anything!"

"After all, boss, you need to know."

"Yesterday was the most relaxing day!"

"So as long as I have a reason in my heart to support me, I don't care about taking any risks."

"Or rather, how boring would a person's life be if there were no more adventures? Haha!"

Amidst the laughter, Edward scooped up his soda and clinked glasses with Eugene, who was also laughing.

Philip simply pursed his lips noncommittally, because he wasn't a soldier and he was afraid of taking risks!

As for Gavin, he chuckled lightly and then nodded with a relieved expression.

"Yesterday was the most relaxing day, right? That's the seals' motto, isn't it? I love that!"

"Hmm, boss, the SEALs also have a motto: 'Sweat more in training, bleed less in war.' So we really need to start intensive military training!"

Eugene interrupted and spoke to Gavin again about his advice.

Of course, he knew Gavin had already agreed to his suggestion; he was just habitually emphasizing it.

Edward, the guy, extended his right hand and gave Eugene a high five, then continued speaking to Gavin.

"Boss, Red Hair is right. If we want our camp's newbies to survive better in the apocalypse, rigorous and strict military training is essential!"

"Because we seals also have a motto: when our bodies send out 100% fatigue signals, we've only utilized 40% of our potential!"

"Aha~"

Upon hearing this, Gavin gave Edward a thumbs up.

"Edward, is this the forty percent theory about seals?"

"That's right, boss. Potential needs to be unleashed with more sweat, and only with more training can the guys better protect themselves."

Edward agreed, then shook his head, recalling the fieldwork at the camp.

He simply shook his head and said that.

"As for our current field agents, well, even you, Boss, are somewhat unqualified. Although you are strong in many aspects, your strengths cannot be well applied to combat coordination."

"As for the others, I would say they should be grateful for their relatively light daily exploration work."

"Unless something unexpected happens, they're all as flamboyant as crowing roosters. But if something does happen, no matter how strong their will is, their basic abilities might not be enough to help them break through!"

At this point, Edward looked at Eugene and smiled.

"So Eugene and I discussed it and decided to adjust the training of the explorer team into three levels."

"The lowest training level means that field explorers at this level are not allowed to undertake relatively dangerous field work such as long journeys and pioneering new routes, but are more likely to perform sentry duty and exploration work in low-risk areas."

"I plan to implement this level of training intensity based on the training intensity of regular Army soldiers and National Guard soldiers!"

"The second level above that is for guys who can withstand this kind of training; they can serve as captains of low-risk exploration missions or as regular members of exploration teams in high-risk missions."

"As for the moderate training intensity, I will train and demand the same level of intensity as the Marine Corps and Special Airborne Troops!"

Edward paused for a moment, giving Gavin some time to think, before continuing, patting his chest as he spoke.

"As for the highest level of training intensity, I will set the requirements based on the training intensity of my Navy SEALs and Delta Force."

"If someone can endure this series of training sessions, then he should be qualified to be the action leader for high-risk field operations!"

At this point, Edward suddenly remembered something, so he rolled his eyes at Gavin and continued.

"Of course, boss, even if someone can endure that kind of training, it doesn't mean they will be as excellent and well-rounded as me. After all, our training conditions are too poor. I can only match SEAL Team Six in terms of training intensity, but in terms of training programs, our camp is far inferior to the real troops."

"However, if a truly outstanding individual emerges, I guarantee I have a way to provide him with top-tier military training at the SEAL Team Six and STS levels."

"There won't be too many people like that, and their need for facilities won't be too high. I'll gradually improve the camp's training facilities!"

At this point, Edward had revealed all his thoughts.

Gavin nodded appreciatively at Edward.

Look at him, no wonder he can be the action leader of SEAL Team Six. Not only is he outstanding in action, but he also has a big heart, a stable personality, excellent logic and intelligence, and considerable deductive and summarizing abilities.

In this respect, Edward completely outclasses Eugene. Eugene writes a report as if he's about to die, and he can't utter a single good word.

However, Eugene didn't really want to compete with Edward. They were both in the military, and they already knew who was stronger and who was weaker.

Eugene wasn't bad either; at least he had gone through Delta Force selections more than once, which already put him ahead of 99% of ordinary Rangers.

Besides, Eugene is a sniper, and his training is different from Edward's, so there's no need to compare them.

Edward's training program, especially the ability-level recommendations for field operations, is a key aspect of his approach.

Gavin particularly appreciates this.

When there are few field workers, there aren't many rules. Whoever is free can do the work. That's how the camps have always been allocated resources.

However, as the number of field staff increased, their quality became increasingly uneven.

The current explorers include top-tier operatives like Edward, Eugene, and Sean, as well as ordinary field agents like Barn, whose face was slashed by the Holy Fire Cult.

Barn's shooting accuracy was actually worse than Winnie's; he relied entirely on his courage and faster legs to carry out his exploration mission.

Following this line of thought, the necessity of intensive training is extremely high, and the new rules for classifying and assigning tasks based on the comprehensive capabilities of field personnel can indeed effectively reduce the potential risks faced by field personnel.

Thinking of this, Gavin nodded and adjusted his cowboy hat.

Staff reduction!

Combat casualties!

This word is probably the last word Gavin wants to face right now.

The current booming momentum of Camp Gavin is entirely due to Gavin's various rules and his overly cautious standards for judging all risks.

Even with the members being extremely cautious, and even though Gavin himself personally experienced and faced multiple first-time zombie encounters on their behalf,

They couldn't prevent more unexpected events from occurring.

Therefore, I hope that future military training will help my buddies survive as long as possible and create greater value for themselves and their camp!

Gavin nodded emphatically and smiled.

"Edward, Eugene, you've come up with a good plan. Let's proceed with it as you've suggested."

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"After we get home tonight, you two can start preparing training programs with different standards. I hope to see written versions of all the programs within a week!"

"So, for the next week, don't fucking let me see you guys hiding in bars drinking. Get to work, put the plan in writing, and on paper, so that every guy in the camp can understand it!"

"Especially you, Eugene, don't let me catch you drunk again, you got it!"

"Believe me, I guarantee you'll be very upset then!"

At this point, Gavin gave Eugene a heavy slap on the shoulder, making Eugene sit up and make a face.

In the passenger seat, Edward smiled and shook his head, saying...

"Don't worry, boss, I'll keep an eye on this redhead for you. If he doesn't do well, I heard he failed the diving training more than once during the Delta Force selection process!"

"In that case, as his partner in the apocalypse, I will naturally offer him some assistance, starting with helping him overcome his fear of diving training!"

"Ah, so how do you overcome that?"

In the back seat, Philip patted Edward on the shoulder and asked a question.

Edward then picked up where Philip left off with a wicked grin, emphasizing to Eugene, whose eyes indeed showed a hint of panic.

"How else can they overcome it? Of course, they have to keep practicing diving until Eugene breaks through his own limits!"

"Bullshit, Mazefuck, don't fucking dream about it. I will never play that game again, never!!!"

At this moment, listening to Edward's advice, Eugene surprisingly couldn't hide his panic!

In the back seat, Gavin stared at Eugene in shock and asked in surprise.

"Wait, buddy, why are you reacting so strongly? What the hell is this diving training?"

"Don't ask, boss. Damn it, I have a phobia of that stuff, I really do!"

Eugene, the tough guy of the past, is now actually afraid, and even has psychological trauma!

This fact made Gavin swallow hard; he seemed to have underestimated the special forces' diving training.

And Edward.

Looking at the terrified Eugene, he raised his hand and grabbed Eugene's right arm, which was gripping the gear lever tightly, and said softly.

"Dude, calm down. Trust me, your fear stems only from your past failures. Once you succeed, you'll have nothing to fear!"

Before Eugene could react, Edward turned to Gavin and said this.

"Boss, don't blame Eugene for looking like this. After all, even those of us in SEAL Team Six who have passed the diving training requirements can't help but show fear when we recall the torment we went through in the past."

"After all, our diving training, in addition to requirements such as depth, diving duration, and weighted diving distance, is also an extreme challenge to the body's self-protection mechanisms!"

"Leaving aside the basic projects that sound serious, I'll just talk about the hellish projects that even I find terrifying."

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"During diving training, the instructors will randomly cut our oxygen tubes at random times and times when we are at our limit, forcing our already oxygen-deprived bodies to actively compress their lungs and squeeze out alveoli filled with blood and foam to supply us with oxygen."

"Until we submerge ourselves underwater, completely overcoming our survival instincts, in order to gain absolute composure on the battlefield and achieve a longer diving time limit."

"This is foam training in special diving training, and all that foam is made up of our bloody alveoli!"

"In addition, there is a training called Hell Pool, in which we are tied with our hands behind our backs, with iron balls and chains wrapped around our ankles, and thrown into a nine-meter-deep pool to save ourselves and search for a coin that has fallen to the bottom."

"In addition to the above, we also have to silently navigate through a group of bull sharks without oxygen to ensure that the dive is quiet enough."

"There are also many similar traces of blood diluted to a ratio of 1:10,000 that can be tracked with the naked eye in water with visibility of less than 0.5 meters."

"There are also underwater directional blasting operations, and underwater bomb disposal work carried out after 72 hours of sleeplessness, etc."

At this point, Edward suddenly looked at Gavin with interest and whispered something.

"By the way, boss, would you like to try out this whole diving training program?"

"I think you have a very good chance of overcoming this training and becoming a real man, both mentally and physically!"

"Of course, even if you can't do it, I won't laugh at you, because at least you dared to try."

"Even if you don't dare to participate, I won't laugh at you, because you're my 'boss'."

"So, boss, do you dare to take on the challenge?"