Doomsday America.

Chapter 220 Cheers!

Chapter 220 Cheers!

As he worked, Horst couldn't help but turn his head and look at the horizon behind him.

The sun was mostly rising above the horizon, and the light from the searchlights was still faintly visible.

Feeling the sunlight was a bit too bright, Horst turned away from the sun and focused his gaze on the ground outside the terrace.

Gavin and his group of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight people were still busy on the chaotic ground.

The ground was haphazardly covered with filthy, foul-smelling blood and tissue fluid, and countless plots of land were missing grass, leaving only soil mixed with filth, which had become somewhat muddy.

Tick-tock —

Just as Horst was observing, two drops of blood dripped from the eaves and landed on his helmet, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

"Hiss—"

After taking a deep breath, Horst's gaze fell on Gavin on the grass.

Honestly, Horst had been busy all night. Throughout the night, workers kept going home to rest and then continuing to work. When they returned, they were all covered in dirty bloodstains, leaving countless bloodstains and a stench in the hall.

Horst had been cleaning from last night until this morning, and he was so exhausted that he felt completely numb.

But seeing Gavin calmly carrying the corpse, Horst finally gritted his teeth.

The boss hasn't even stopped yet, how could he possibly complain about being tired? Damn it, besides, he's just cleaning, while the boss is doing heavy physical labor!

Thinking of this, Horst took a deep breath and then spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

Pooh----

The clear sound of spitting reached the ears of the others on the terrace, who were immediately stunned and then hurriedly looked toward the source of the sound.

As for Horst—

"Mazefakl————"

Horst, who doesn't usually swear, suddenly swore because he accidentally spat into his helmet!

"Wow, Horst, I really admire you!"

"Wow, that's impressive, buddy!"

"You are a strong man, Horst!"

"Dude, if you want to rest, just say so. There's no need to torture yourself like this. Go change your helmet!"

Hearing the various sounds around him, Horst raised his hand awkwardly, signaling to his men that he needed to tidy up. He then left the terrace, returned to his room, and took off his helmet to wash it.

Meanwhile, looking at the last heavy truck still waiting in place, and the guys scattered around, carrying all the scattered corpses onto the heavy truck in the corners that the bulldozers and excavators couldn't reach.

Gavin couldn't resist taking out a cigarette and casually tossing one to Edward, who was closest to him.

Edward took the tobacco, lit it with a smile, and said...

"Boss, I didn't realize you were in such good spirits."

"Hehe, aren't you the same? You've been so busy lately, there aren't many people as energetic as you anymore."

As Gavin responded, he lit a cigarette and took a puff.

Edward shook his head, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and chuckled.

"We're different, boss. I've undergone professional training, and I can work without sleep for days on end without it affecting my performance. But you... well, I can only say your willpower is naturally outstanding. You're really amazing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Edward, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pointed to the area below the window of the old manor.

There are still two bodies there that haven't been moved.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded, and he and Edward went over and, after two trips, threw the body onto the heavy truck.

They worked for another twenty minutes or so, and the bodies in the cowshed, the old manor, and the area near the warehouse were all cleaned up.

The river in the yard, which originally contained twenty or thirty corpses, has now been pulled out by Eugene and Martin and thrown into the car.

At this point, at least within everyone's sight, there was no longer a single corpse.

Gavin stood beside the truck, watching Anthony throw the last body onto it.

boom!

After the sound of the body falling into the truck bed rang out, Anthony let out a long sigh of relief and then reached out his hand to Gavin.

"Hey boss, wanna have a cigarette?"

"Hmm, that's the last one, right?"

As Gavin asked the question, he tossed Anthony a cigarette, then took out a walkie-talkie and put it to his lips.

"Guys, this is Gavin. The bodies around the manor have been completely cleared. Steve, how's the excavator team's work going? Is the firebreak finished?"

"All done, boss. I even dug a small moat for the incineration zone, haha!"

Steve laughed and responded to Gavin over the intercom.

About two hours ago, the excavator finished its work completely, and Gavin sent Steve and his team of excavator drivers to the site where the bodies were to be burned to dig and clean up the burning area.

Last time, they only burned two hundred or so corpses, yet it still caused quite a fire.

This time it was even more outrageous. Thousands of corpses were piled together, and the weight of their fat alone probably exceeded one hundred tons. If such a scale were to burn, the flames would probably reach the sky.

After receiving Steve's response, Gavin took a weary breath and continued speaking into the walkie-talkie.

"Very good, the last truckload of bodies will be transported immediately. Once the bodies are unloaded, we will begin cremation right away!"

"Even if it's just piling up the bodies in the cremation area, I can't feel comfortable leaving them there. This fire could burn from day to night!"

"Anyone interested can bring beer and breakfast and join the fun around our giant campfire. If the fire's still burning by nightfall, we'll keep the fucking party going and let Satan witness our victory and madness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin put the walkie-talkie back into his waistband, then climbed onto the truck and plopped down next to the truck's side panel.

Seeing Gavin's actions, Edward followed suit and climbed up to sit next to Gavin.

Then Eugene and the others simply climbed onto the vehicle. They stood directly in the truck bed, stepping on the corpses of many zombies, and chatted and laughed with Gavin.

As the heavy truck approached the driver's area, the old baron, stepping over the corpses, stumbled closer and slapped the side panel of the truck bed, shouting something.

"Let's go! Let's go! A bonfire party awaits us. God, this sounds like hell!"

"Haha, everyone, are you all seated? Let's go!"

Manus, who was driving, grinned and stepped on the gas pedal with a flourish.

He has long forgotten about being beaten up back then.

After all, there were so many things that got his adrenaline pumping during his time at the camp that he didn't have time to reminisce about his past food-related incidents.

The heavy truck slowly turned around on the grass, pressing down the turf as it moved towards the burning area. After only six or seven minutes, the crew members in the truck could already see the huge burning area.

This time, Steve simply brought an excavator to dig out an open space of nearly 400 square meters, and at a distance of more than 40 meters from the open space, he dug out a tunnel that was nearly 80 centimeters deep.

The depth is actually a bit shallow, but Steve's cleverness lies in connecting the tunnel to the river. With the water constantly flowing, the 80-centimeter depth can basically ensure that the burning grease does not cross the moat.

Of course, this is because of the flowing water. If it were stagnant water, the burning grease would easily float across the surface and continue to spread outwards.

Seeing Gavin and his group arrive in a heavy truck, Steve, sitting on top of the excavator's cab, waved to Gavin from afar.

The heavy truck approached the pile of corpses through the passage left by Steve and his crew, reversing to align its truck bed with the pile.

Gavin and his men got out of the car and approached the waiting crowd.

While Gavin chatted with everyone, Lao Feng quickly took several photos, which he treasured and preserved.

After unloading the truck, Steve chatted and laughed as he got on the excavator, cleared the gap in the moat, and then drove the excavator a little further.

Gavin and his men poured fuel around the edge of the pile of corpses.

It took more than half an hour just to pour the fuel, and by the time it was all done, it was already past 7:20 in the morning.

Gavin put down the oil drum, glanced at his watch, and then raised his right hand high.

"Alright, guys, we've finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel after a whole night's work. Do you want me to say anything more?"

""

"Haha, boss, tell us a hellish joke!"

"Or tell a girl's joke~"

"We want to hear jokes about Texas girls!"

"I love the boss!"

Amid cheers from nearly forty men, Gavin smiled and raised his gloved hands, clapping them heavily above his head a few times.

Snap snap~

After the slaps rang out, Gavin shouted at his men.

"What a fucking bullshit joke! The biggest joke today is that these zombies went through all that trouble and didn't even touch our clothes!"

"From yesterday until now, the only injured one among us is Wells, who had a purplish-blue tooth mark from a zombie biting him through his clothes!"

"Wells, step forward and show everyone the teeth marks on your arm, quick!"

At this point, Gavin pointed to Wells in the crowd. Wells, who had been dozing off, suddenly snapped awake and quickly rolled up his sleeves, showing off his arms!

Upon seeing the clear teeth marks on Wells' arm, the surrounding men, after a brief silence, suddenly erupted into a startling shout.

"Wuhu!!!"

"Haha, what a teeth mark!"

"This loot is utterly worthless, Wells, you're really lucky!"

Long live humanity!

"For civilization!"

"For Gavin, our leader!"

"We have nothing to fear!"

"Wuhu!!!"

The cheers lasted for more than three minutes before gradually fading away. Gavin then reached out and took the torch from Steve after the cheers had subsided.

"Alright, guys, light the fire! Let's send our former living comrades off, may their souls return to the world of the dead, and may they find peace!"

After saying his final words, Gavin threw the torch onto the fuel, and flames immediately shot up.

At the same time, from different directions around the huge pile of corpses, other people holding torches also threw their torches down.

Seeing the flames quickly ignite, Gavin left the pile of corpses, leaped across the moat, and returned to the crowd.

When he turned around, the flames had grown to a considerable size, their light even hotter and brighter than the sun on the horizon.

Eugene went to the truck's cab to get a beer and a bag of potato chips, then walked towards the crowd with the beer and chips.

Noticing what he was carrying, Martin leaned closer to take two bottles of wine, but Eugene slapped his hand away.

"Don't fucking take mine, go get it from your car, buddy. I left a lot in my car last night, haha~"

Amidst the laughter, Eugene carried a bottle of liquor to Gavin's side and tossed it to him.

Gavin took off his gloves, then sat down on the ground, grabbed a handful of potato chips from his beer bottle, and haphazardly stuffed them into his mouth and began to chew.

Kaba, Kaba————

The sounds of chewing and swallowing beer filled the air. Gavin took a swig of beer, then sat there and let out a long sigh.

Behind him, seeing him sit down, the other men couldn't wait to sit down on the grass as well.

Although the grass was cool, everyone was too tired to care about the temperature of their bottoms or the so-called risk of hemorrhoids.

All people really want is to get some rest.

Gavin knew what everyone wanted, so he took another swig of his beer, raised his beer bottle, and shouted with his back to everyone.

"There's alcohol in the car, help yourself if you're interested. There's no limit to how much you can drink today!"

"There are no other activities today. All we need to do is assign people to watch the fire in front of us until it is completely extinguished and no longer poses a risk of starting a large-scale grassland fire!"

"Breakfast at home is almost ready. Our cook never disappoints us, just like I, the eldest son, never disappoint you."

"Come on, grab a beer and have a few drinks with me, then go back to sleep, guys!"

"Edward, Eugene, you two stay here with me and guard the fire until around noon."

"Then came Martin, Anthony, Paul, and Nicolas!"

"Those of us who have trained will have to work a little harder. Someone always has to be more exhausted so that we can just get by, right?"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"Chels!"

"A toast to the life to come!"

"I love the boss!"

Amid cheers from his buddies, Gavin finished a bottle of wine and then grabbed another from Eugene.

Seeing Gavin opening a beer, Eugene couldn't help but grin, then leaned closer to Gavin and said...

"Haha, boss, now you finally understand why I can't help but drink outside, right?"

"Believe me, when our adrenaline surges and we can't control our fatigue, a bottle of beer can wash away most of it, and for the rest, we'll need more beer!"

"Bullshit!"

Listening to Eugene's absurd reasoning, Gavin cursed and used his arm (the one not holding the bottle) to put his arm around Eugene's shoulder, trapping the kid's head under his armpit.

While holding his head in his hand, Gavin also smashed his head with a beer bottle.

Gavin then grabbed him and started cursing.

"You can drink, but getting drunk is stupid, you understand? Utterly stupid!"

"And, Mazefak, I haven't settled the score with you for pointing your machine gun at me yesterday!"

"Come on, right here, let's have a proper fight, shall we? Real men fight bare-knuckle!"

"No, no, no, fuck, my neck's about to break, boss!!!"

Eugene screamed and howled in pain, finally managing to escape Gavin's head-clamping attack after a great deal of effort, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

While laughing, he slammed the beer bottle against Gavin.

Watching the two laughing and drinking together, Edward took a deep breath.

Gavin's interaction with Eugene reminded him of his interactions with his former vice-captain.

That was truly a memorable time.