DipNovel Chapter 215 Give Me a Reason
Chapter 215 Give Me a Reason
Chapter 215 Give Me a Reason
While the two climbed back onto the helicopter, Martin Eugene was also shouting frantically from the other three helicopters.
"Get off the plane! Get off the plane quickly! Hurry, even faster! Follow the crowd!"
"Mazefak, get your asses moving! Hurry up and stop fucking blocking the roof!"
As the two shouted, Jonathan transferred the M4 from his back to his chest, strode out of the crowd, and came up behind Gavin, shouting back at him.
"Gavin, I'm here to help you!"
"OK, just be careful not to hit your own people, otherwise there are no restrictions!"
As Gavin responded, he glanced at the crowd behind him.
Guided by Thomas, the crew in the helicopter rushed toward the stairwell, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten people had stormed into the manor.
Seeing this, Gavin raised his hand and pulled the trigger, shooting down a zombie with three or four bullets. Then he pulled out his walkie-talkie and continued shouting, "The personnel have mostly disembarked. The helicopter is ready for takeoff!"
"Roger that, boss. Gunners, get ready for takeoff!"
Sean and the others responded, and then the three helicopters took off one after another.
Corbin, who was the last to jump from the helicopter, joined Gavin's team with a ferocious expression and gritted teeth.
Honestly, his dissatisfaction was almost overflowing. He had finally made the decision to join Camp Gavin, but he never expected to experience such a scene.
This scene is far, far more dangerous than the minor skirmishes he encountered at Ranch 6666!
But what else could he do? He wasn't a complete idiot; no one would want to isolate themselves from the team in the face of danger.
Since everyone around him was putting up with it, he had no choice but to join the group, and individual will is never able to overcome the collective will.
As Corbin approached, Jonathan, who had just emptied a magazine, grinned and nudged Corbin in the lower back with the butt of his gun, saying...
"Ah, Corbin, you're finally acting like a man today!"
"Bullshit, whether I'm a man or not is none of your business!"
Corbyn responded with a loud curse, and the helicopter quickly took off amidst his tirade.
Meanwhile, the zombie climbing area in the northwest corner, which had been briefly disrupted by machine gun fire, was restored over time.
This time, it seems that the machine guns expanded the scale of the corpses in the climbing area, and the number of zombies that could climb onto the roof at the same time actually increased.
Suddenly, more than forty zombies appeared in large numbers and kept rushing towards the crowd.
These forty were not just forty zombies rushing towards them.
Instead, roughly every one to three seconds, forty zombies would pounce on the roof.
This number made Gavin frown, so he turned on the walkie-talkie and growled.
"Rocket launchers ready! Bombard the pile of zombies directly! Don't worry about damaging buildings; my house isn't going to collapse that easily!"
"Of course, Steve shouldn't use rockets. Newbies shouldn't attempt high-difficulty maneuvers, okay?"
"No problem, launch the rocket!"
As Gavin and Sean exchanged questions, the next second, the helicopter flying over the heads of the ground personnel suddenly unleashed several streaks of fire.
Just moments later.
Boom boom boom boom!
The four rockets fired in quick succession hit the pile of zombies hard, and the violent explosions and the sudden spray of blood and flesh made the men watching nervously inside the manor gasp in shock.
"Hiss!!!"
After finally stopping vomiting, the two children, Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai, couldn't help but bend over again as they looked at the part of the thick glass that was completely covered in blood.
Meanwhile, Xiao Feng Yicheng, who was standing behind Xiao Cao clapping his hands, started clapping even faster after a brief moment of shock, and mumbled incoherently with his little mouth.
"Dahlia — Big Flower —"
Xiao Cao didn't hear her son's voice clearly; she just stared blankly at the window that had been bombarded by rockets.
The explosion had nearly made her heart jump out of her chest, but the result was beyond her expectations. Even though the rocket exploded at such close range, Gavin's house was completely undamaged. The only damage was a few small cracks on the glass.
Meanwhile, on the rooftop, the flow of zombies rushing onto the roof was cut off again as the rocket exploded.
Gavin, along with his twenty-odd men, fired shots to suppress the remaining zombies and haphazardly cleared them out, while continuing to push forward.
On the helicopter, after confirming the success of the rocket launcher and especially that his rocket had not damaged the main structure of the building, Sean tapped the walkie-talkie and spoke.
"Boss, the rocket launcher is incredibly effective! I love zombie games, I might have to change my name to Leon!"
"Stop fucking talking nonsense, get back to work, wait for the zombies to pile up again, then use the rocket launcher to destroy the main body of the zombies!"
"Besides that, try to avoid bombing my garden as much as possible. Concentrate the explosions on the walls and terraces, and especially avoid bombing the warehouses and the old manor area. My cattle and horses are probably there!"
Gavin yelled a warning, then swiftly and decisively shifted his gun, shooting the last zombie on the roof to the ground.
Then, he leaped over the chaotic, fallen zombie corpses, pounced on the machine gun in the northwest corner of the roof, picked up two corpses near the machine gun, and threw them far away.
Seeing Gavin clear the machine gun position, Old Feng strode forward and grabbed the blood-soaked machine gun before Gavin could reach it.
"Boss, I'll use the machine gun. You just cover me!"
"OK, it's yours now!"
Gavin responded loudly, then stood at the edge of the machine gun post, pulled out a grenade from his waist, and threw it directly at the horde of zombies in the distance.
As the grenade exploded, Gavin suddenly noticed two gun flashes coming from a window on the first floor of the old manor.
After a moment's thought, Gavin frowned, picked up the walkie-talkie, and shouted.
"Who the hell is in the old manor!"
"It's me, boss, this is Kelvin!"
"OK, fisherman, hurry up and take your guys back to the underground passage. The rooftop is safe; you don't need to spread your fire!"
Gavin roared the order, then changed the magazine on his rifle and continued firing at the ever-growing horde of corpses below.
Aim?
What the hell is this aiming?!
The living are on top, the dead are on the bottom, do we even need to aim?
Hold the trigger, brace against the recoil, throw your brains away, and just do it!
Everyone else thought the same thing, and Gavin didn't even need to give the order. Everyone gathered near the machine gun post on the edge of the roof, including Nikita, started firing their guns like tractors.
"Rockets ready, everyone take cover!"
Edward's instructions came from the helicopter, and Gavin immediately led the way, retreating and crouching down.
Boom boom boom!
Along with the sounds of bombing, the sounds of flesh tearing and blood splattering became increasingly clear.
After seven rounds of bombing,
The horde of corpses gathered in the northwest corner was no longer as large as it had been at the beginning.
Apart from a large number of corpses still gathered at the edge of the terrace, wriggling occasionally, the zombies on the distant flat ground were scattered beyond recognition, with probably less than two hundred living zombies left.
These zombies were also distributed very unevenly. Near the windows of the old manor area, at various corners of the garden area, and at the entrance of the warehouse area, there were at least a dozen zombies lingering in each of them.
Modern firepower is designed to deal with flesh-and-blood zombies in this situation. As long as ammunition is sufficient, even if zombies huddle together, it will be difficult for them to break through a regular fire network.
Of course, this doesn't mean that having weapons makes you invincible.
On the one hand, the current zombie horde is not yet large enough to overwhelm Gavin Camp.
On the other hand, the three helicopters have enough ammunition to deal with the current zombies, which is the most crucial point.
In other words, if this zombie horde were two to three times larger, then frankly, Camp Gavin would probably have a hard time handling it.
While the amount of ammunition on the ground might be enough to deal with tens of thousands of zombies, the amount of ammunition carried by helicopters would be absolutely insufficient, especially the number of rockets.
Lacking firepower to suppress the enemy, the people on the rooftops had no choice but to retreat indoors, gradually losing their ability to fight back and forced to take cover.
Even now, both helicopters are almost out of rockets. Sean's helicopter has four rockets left, while Edward's helicopter only has two.
However, in any case, this hurdle has finally been overcome.
After assessing the situation on the battlefield, Gavin let out a long sigh of relief, then patted Old Feng on the shoulder and laughed.
"Feng, you hold the machine gun post, I'm going back to the manor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin pulled out the walkie-talkie and continued.
"The helicopter is preparing to land. Those in the basement and underground passages can go home. Those on the roof, continue dealing with the remaining zombies!"
"Tonight, we're going to have a huge job, a fucking massive one, because we need to make sure the pile of corpses on the northwest terrace doesn't form aggregates!"
"So, use all the grenades in the house, and the helicopter can fire a few devastating Hellfire missiles at the corpses. Don't be stingy!"
"No matter what, we must use bulldozers and excavators to completely spread and level the pile of bodies before sunrise!"
"This is an extremely dangerous job, but we have to do it. Otherwise, if the corpses pile up and become aggregated, we might face a situation like Richard Town, where we're surrounded by a million zombies!"
"Everyone, hurry up! Rooftop gunmen, quickly finish off the remaining zombies! Logistics personnel, make arrangements quickly! Once the scattered zombies are cleared away, we'll begin our operation immediately!"
"Of course, look at the countless corpses surrounding us! Once we've cleared them all out, a new party will begin, and I guarantee this bonfire will be a million times bigger than the last one!"
"Tonight's hard work isn't just for a safe future and our lives; it's for our big party tomorrow or the day after, guys!"
"Hurry up and get to work! Beer, drinks, and a bonfire party await us. Beer is the only thing we can't miss, right? Hurry up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin tucked the walkie-talkie back into his waistband and strode away from the machine gun post, rushing toward the nearest fire escape.
Just moments later, he rushed into the fire escape and entered the manor, striding across the corridor toward the hall.
On the rooftop, Old Feng glanced at Gavin's vanished figure, then looked at the remaining ammunition in the machine gun, and shouted to Hela beside him.
"Hela, take some men and get some ammunition belts; the machine gun is almost out of bullets!"
"Okay, I'll be right there!"
Hela hurriedly ran towards the machine gun positions on the roof in other directions, and Manus and a few others followed in her footsteps.
At the same time, after circling for a moment, the helicopter decisively fired several Hellfire rounds, bombarding the pile of scales all at once.
These hellfires alone blasted several large craters into the pile of corpses that was over ten meters high, and sent the corpses flying high into the air.
"Watch out!"
Just as the mangled corpse flew into the sky, Old Feng roared.
His men around him crouched down, letting the splattering chunks of flesh and blood only hit their backs.
"Fuck, Mazefuck, God help me not to turn into a zombie!"
"Damn it, this zombie blood is all over my neck!"
"Ugh—fuck, I didn't feel anything before, but now—ugh, it's so disgusting!"
"Haha, damn, that's so exciting, so incredibly exciting, haha!"
People uttered various expressions of emotion, and then, gunshots rang out again after the exclamations.
Old Feng, who had raised his head again, simply wiped the blood and flesh from the back of his neck and hat, then looked at his watch and roared.
"It's 5:32 now, the sun is about to set, everyone speed up, try to take care of the remaining zombies before it gets completely dark!"
At this point, Lao Feng took out his walkie-talkie and said...
"Boss, tell the guys at home to send up some ammunition, not too much!"
"no problem."
Gavin responded as he strode across the crowd gathered in the hall to his sofa.
Thomas.
He gave an instruction to De Thomas, who was following closely behind him.
"Take two men to the third floor to retrieve ammunition and deliver it to the roof."
"Yes, sir."
Thomas had long since lost his initial nervousness. He nodded gracefully, then pointed to two people and led them to the ammunition depot.
After Thomas left, Gavin looked at the growing crowd in the hall and spoke up decisively.
"Madison, take the guys from Ranch 6666 to record their names and occupations, then take them to choose rooms and count the remaining bedrooms."
"Okay, but my legs aren't very strong, so I might be a little slow."
As Old Mike spoke, he gave Gavin a thumbs-up, and Gavin returned the gesture with a thumbs-up in return.
With clear instructions, the men of Ranch 6666 followed Madison, who was stumbling along, with trepidation, leaving the hall and heading towards the second floor.
Hearing their footsteps, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at the two unfamiliar faces.
They were a man and a woman, their faces filled with extreme panic. Meeting Gavin's gaze, they held each other's hands, trying their best to huddle together, trembling.
After staring at them for three or four seconds, Gavin turned to old Bert, who was sitting in a wheelchair holding a shotgun, and asked him a question.
"Old Bert, do you know the specifics of what happened at home?"
"I'm not too sure about that, Gavin. To be honest, I was sleeping soundly in my bedroom when the accident happened. I was jolted awake by countless zombie footsteps!"
After answering, old Bert followed Gavin's gaze to the two trembling newcomers.
Gavin then took off his gloves and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket.
As Gavin put a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at Xiao Cao and said...
"Cao, take the children back to the bedroom. Don't let them see such bloody things, and don't let them inhale too much smoke."
"Okay—okay, boss!"
Hearing Gavin's words, Xiao Cao hurriedly picked up his son and also used one hand to hold the white child, thus leading all three children back to his bedroom.
After the children had walked away, Gavin lit his cigarette with a lighter, then tossed the cigarette pack, which still contained a dozen or so cigarettes, to the next person to smoke.
Click—
Click—
The sound of lighters kept echoing through the hall, and more and more of the men lit up cigarettes; even Horst couldn't resist taking one.
Just as Horst lit his cigarette, Gavin flicked the ash, then looked coldly at the two newcomers who had arrived at the camp that afternoon and brought at least 3,500 zombies with them, and said to them expressionlessly.
Do you two know me?
"We know... we know Gavin, we... we didn't want to cause trouble, we didn't expect this, we... we didn't want to cause trouble..."
The woman immediately answered Gavin's question, and as she did so, Gavin saw the man next to her swallow hard.
Seeing this, Gavin frowned slightly, then put the tobacco back into his mouth and took a long drag.
After exhaling smoke, he spoke softly to the two of them.
"You are very afraid of me."
"Of course—we—"
"etc!"
Gavin suddenly interrupted the woman who was answering, then looked coldly at the man and spoke.
"While I'm not sexist, you'd better not always let this woman answer for you, buddy!"
"Although I don't know your name yet, I think you'd better give me a reason to admire you, and then—give me a reason to believe that everything today was just an accident, buddy!"