DipNovel Chapter 194 Floating Corpses and Yachts on the Lake
Chapter 194 Floating Corpses and Yachts on the Lake
Chapter 194 Floating Corpses and Yachts on the Lake
Seeing Gavin's answer, Edward nodded and then started driving.
Feeling the engine roar, he couldn't help but grin, then smiled at Gavin.
"I've never driven a Knight XV before, wow, this thing really has a deep, resonant sound."
"There aren't many brands in the civilian armored vehicle sector. You have quite a lot of these vehicles at home, and they cover many different brands. I can't help but feel like you knew the end of the world was coming."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Gavin took a nut out of his pocket and offered it to the large crow.
While the raven was pecking at the nuts, Gavin spoke to Edward.
"Don't test me, just say what you think."
"Hehe, it's nothing. I was just wondering if rich people like you would know about the apocalypse in advance and make preparations accordingly."
Edward steered the car around a corner, flicked off some cigarette ash with his left hand, and asked.
Gavin continued feeding the crows, making casual remarks as he went.
"If I had known about the zombies beforehand, my family wouldn't be in this situation now."
"Compared to above-ground buildings, aren't bunkers better? Or you could buy a mountain and hollow it out."
"I do know of a few bunkers, including some in Texas, but they're all on the plateau to the northwest, at least 500 or 600 kilometers away from us, and we probably can't open the doors of those bunkers."
"Let's wait a bit longer. Once we've finished what we're doing, I might be able to take you to the nearby bunkers. If you have any skills to open those bunkers, I guarantee that every single one of them can become a vital security and emergency point for us."
At this point, Gavin took out a cigarette, lit it, and opened the car window.
As the smoke dissipated, the crow quickly ran away, while Gavin rested his hand holding the cigarette on the car window, gazing absently at the passing scenery.
And Edward.
He paused for a moment, then looked at the grassland near the forest on the left side of the road and said.
"Forget about the bunker, boss. There are a few zombies over there. Should we take care of them?"
"Need not."
As Gavin answered, he looked toward the direction of the zombies, his gaze landing on the three aimless zombies more than 700 meters away.
After assessing the distance, Gavin took out his walkie-talkie and spoke.
"This is Gavin. There are zombies appearing in the forest about three kilometers from the manor. I've only seen about three so far. Have the internal affairs department send someone to deal with it."
"Received. This is Feng. I'll take men there immediately."
On the walkie-talkie, Feng Minglu quickly responded.
Upon hearing this, Edward couldn't help but pat the steering wheel.
"Haha, so this is the difference between the boss and the underling. When they see zombies, the underling wants to take matters into his own hands, but the boss just assigns the tasks to others."
After saying that, Edward casually tossed his cigarette butt onto the road.
Gavin lay back in the passenger seat and nodded leisurely.
"Dealing with zombies near the camp is the responsibility of the internal affairs staff; it's what they're supposed to do, just like how we also have to leave the manor and constantly step into danger."
"Hmm~"
Hearing Gavin's answer, Edward nodded with satisfaction, then gave Gavin a thumbs up and said.
"What you said is absolutely right. I really admire you for always exploring things yourself."
"Before meeting you, I had only heard about your camp on the radio. After hearing that you, a big star, were in charge there, I thought you would just hide behind a bunch of fans and enjoy the fruits of their labor."
"Bullshit!"
Gavin couldn't help but interrupt Edward, responding with amusement.
"Edward, our live stream should have broadcast everything I did, right? Did you even listen to the broadcast?"
"I heard it, but how could I easily believe it? After all, your broadcast sounded too fake. The apocalypse has only just begun, and you're already facing this and taking down that—cults, aggregates, hordes of zombies—you seem to have experienced it all. Of course, I think it's too exaggerated!"
Edward responded while shaking his head with a smirk.
Gavin chuckled twice and then asked with a smile.
"So now, how do you feel? Do you still think it's fake?"
"Now I feel like our broadcast was a bit conservative. After all, you bastard were so bold as to set off with just the two of us. I thought you would bring a few more people."
At this point, Edward raised his hand, clenched his fist, and gently tapped Gavin's shoulder.
Gavin patted his wrist and laughed.
"We're just going to find people, not to fight a war. What's the point of bringing so many people?"
"In theory, the smaller the exploration team, the safer it is."
"And you, buddy, I believe you're a good one, and so am I."
"We can handle ordinary crises with ease, even if we have to abandon the car. In the face of a major crisis, we also have a chance to survive."
"But it's completely different when there are more people. With more people, the potential is higher, there is stronger offensive capability, more bullets, and more things can be done."
"But correspondingly, a larger number of people will raise the minimum threshold, making it less convenient for actions like escaping."
"As for helicopters, those things don't have much range."
"If left to fly on its own, a helicopter can indeed travel a distance far exceeding that of a vehicle at its speed."
"But if helicopters follow the convoy, their mere three-hour flight time is simply not enough to support the convoy's full operation. Instead, it would waste fuel and, in most cases, the helicopters would have to return before the ground operations were even finished."
"In short, we can indeed pull out a medium-sized action team of a dozen or twenty people, with more than five vehicles and two helicopters at any time."
"But what's the point? It's just picking up a few people. The fewer people, the better, and the fewer cars, the better. As long as we can get the people over here, that's enough."
"You've seen the situation in the camp. There are never enough people, because the more people there are, the more work can be done, and the more work people want to do, so the more insufficient the manpower becomes."
"Therefore, let's streamline the manpower for each operation as much as possible."
At this point, Gavin threw the extinguished cigarette butt out of the car.
Edward nodded noncommittally and continued walking along his planned route.
After they crossed half of the resort area and arrived at the bridge across the lake.
Undoubtedly, there were more zombies in the lake than before, and Gavin's face unsurprisingly turned much uglier.
Noticing Gavin's expression, Edward followed Gavin's gaze and looked to the left side of the bridge.
From a great distance, he could see at least a thousand zombies floating in the river.
Or perhaps they aren't all zombies; maybe some of them are actually dead.
But the dead and zombies don't matter; what matters is that the lake water has been further polluted by those things!
Thinking of this, Edward's brows furrowed, just like Gavin's.
"Boss."
He said seriously.
"We need to find a way to get rid of the zombies in the lake, otherwise, even releasing the floodwaters will send at least a thousand zombies into our farm through the floodgates!"
"By the way, does it make you feel any better when I describe our territory as our farm? Hehe."
"Bullshit, what a load of crap."
Gavin chuckled in response, then looked at the zombies floating in the lake and rubbed his scalp.
"Damn it, this is really troublesome. Retrieving corpses is hard work in itself, and we have to retrieve at least a thousand corpses, and that number will probably keep increasing!"
"Besides, zombies can't swim. The reason they're floating on the water is simply because they've rotted and swelled up from being soaked!"
"If they can't swim, it means we can't lure them away just by trying to trick them."
"There's probably no better way to deal with this than casting a net, sigh."
At this point, Gavin exhaled, picked up the walkie-talkie, and began to speak.
"This is Gavin. I'm currently on the bridge across the lake. The number of zombies in Lake Richard has increased to at least a thousand, and I don't want that number to continue to rise."
"So, we combined the internal and external staff to form two three-person teams, one of which went to the resort to retrieve my yacht."
"As for the other team, go talk to Old Bert and ask around if anyone nearby has fishing nets or something, and see if they can drag those zombies out of the lake little by little!"
"Before you deal with the zombies in the lake, you'd better clear a burning area near the resort first, so you don't have to drag the zombies back to your homes."
"Hurry up."
At this point, Gavin put down the walkie-talkie, rested his elbow on the car window, and gazed thoughtfully at the distant sun.
Edward took a deep breath and turned to Gavin.
"Boss, this is no small task. The two teams you assigned will probably be tied to this lake from now on."
"After all, if too many zombies are retrieved at once, those fat guys can easily tear the fishing nets, and the number of zombies in the lake will continue to increase."
"Yes, indeed."
Gavin nodded.
"But just because it takes time doesn't mean it shouldn't be done, Edward."
"If the floodgates are completely blocked by zombies, then Richard's Reservoir will become even more dangerous for us."
"Moreover, even without considering the flood discharge outlet, we cannot allow the zombies in the lake to accumulate indefinitely."
"Damn it, we have so much to do, and most importantly, every single one of them seems incredibly important and has such high priority."
"But that makes sense, after all, survival is no small matter, is it?"
Just as Gavin finished speaking, a reply finally came from the walkie-talkie.
Old Feng spoke to Jiawen through the walkie-talkie.
"Boss, I heard from Bella that there are zombies on your yacht, at least ten or twenty, is that true?"
"Well----"
Faced with Lao Feng's question, Gavin couldn't help but grin, and then answered.
"Feng, believe me, Bella has more authority to speak on this matter than I do. Just listen to her, because she's the one who escaped from that yacht!"
"Alright, boss, after I take down the three zombies you just mentioned, I'll find a few skilled men to go to the yacht myself. As for the fishing nets, I'll give them to Kelvin; that fisherman is very interested in fishing families."
Old Feng responded thoughtfully, and Gavin, after he made the arrangements, turned on the walkie-talkie to confirm his plan.
"Feng, do as you say, but be sure to be careful."
"Roger that, boss. May we live life to the fullest and die a swift death!"
"Yeah, live life to the fullest, and die a swift death!"
Gavin gave a final response and then tucked the walkie-talkie back into his belt.
On the other side, Edward sat in a chair and, after a moment of silence, smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries.
"Live a vibrant life, die a swift and painless death—I love this blessing!"
"If you like it, that's good, haha."
From there, their car continued on the road, leaving the resort area far behind and merging onto the highway.
While they were away exploring the manor, inside the manor...
Old Feng put down the walkie-talkie, looked at Kelvin who was riding alongside him towards the three zombies, and gave a wry smile.
"Kelvin, we've got a lot of work to do today. Did you hear my instructions?"
"Of course I heard it!"
Kelvin awkwardly gripped the reins, struggling to respond to Old Feng.
Upon hearing this, Old Feng nodded and pointed to the zombies in the distance.
"Go back as soon as you hear that. Take Adele and Wang Ling with you, ask Old Bert for the address of the cowboy with the fishing net, and then sneak over to collect the fishing net."
"And what about you?"
Faced with Old Feng's arrangement, Kelvin nervously rubbed the reins and asked.
"What I mean is, you're already tired of me? Is it because my marksmanship is so-so, or because I'm a burden to you, so you don't want to take me on the yacht?"
"Ha, I just want you to live as long as possible, after all, I know you better, don't I~"
Old Feng smiled and waved to Kelvin before continuing his charge towards the three-headed zombie.
Kelvin and Li Qing stopped their horses and watched as Old Feng's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
Seeing that Lao Feng had crossed more than two hundred meters and was getting closer and closer to the zombie, Li Qing shook his head helplessly and said.
"He won't let me follow him, and he won't let me follow you either, so what am I supposed to do? Go and keep repairing the broken fence?"
"Probably, since there's always plenty of work to be done. Let's try to be more proactive."
While answering Li Qing's question, fisherman Kelvin clumsily maneuvered his horse to turn around.
Soon after, Old Feng returned to the manor after dealing with the three zombies and immediately summoned Sean, Nicholas, and Paul.
Helicopters don't fly 24/7, which would be a huge ordeal for pilots.
So, Lao Feng, along with the three of them who weren't on flight missions, drove their armored vehicle towards the resort area.
Arriving at the port closest to the yacht, Nicholas frowned and was the first to get out of the car, quietly groping his way forward.
Behind him, Sean grinned, holding a rifle, and spoke to Old Feng.
"Feng, the three of us haven't been on the ground for ages. If we do anything wrong, you better not criticize us, or I'll get angry. Trust me, haha~"
"Haha, alright, if you're going to turn on me, then so be it. I'll still scold you if you want, because I bet you'd rather be scolded than die."
Old Feng responded with a smile, then raised his gun and approached the harbor, arriving near the small boat they had chosen.
After jumping onto the small boat, Lao Feng looked at the engine pulling the rope and couldn't help but frown.
"This thing is quite loud. I hope there aren't too many zombies in the water nearby that it's attracted to. I don't want our car to get stuck here after we've done something in the lake."
"That's no big deal, Feng. Even if the car gets surrounded, we can just land at another port and find a car to go home. There are more than a dozen small ports around here."
Sean followed closely behind Old Feng and jumped onto the boat, speaking to him.
Upon hearing this, Old Feng sighed and cursed.
"I know, damn it, I just want things to go more smoothly. Just take it as me complaining."
"Nicholas, hurry up! I want to see the boss's yacht, quick!"
"OK!"
Nicholas, who was on the shore, took two quick steps and was the last to jump onto the boat.
Seeing Nicholas's nervous expression, Paul grinned and gave him a hard slap on the butt.
"Hey!"
Paul then asked Nicholas loudly.
"You're not scared, are you? You look like you're about to panic, haha~"
"Don't talk nonsense, you idiot. Ever since the death of the Richard Town aggregate triggered the massive zombie riots and migrations, even the quietest ground environment doesn't make me feel safe!"
Nicholas muttered a curse under his breath, and as he responded, Old Feng, who was standing nearby, had already checked the fuel tank and then started the engine.
Buzz!
With the screeching sound of the engine, the speedboat sped across the lake and headed toward the yacht in the center of the lake.
As they approached the yacht, Paul licked his lips and shouted to Lao Feng, looking at a floating corpse only eighty meters away.
"Damn it, is that all we have to deal with? Damn it, I'm starting to look forward to the afternoon. I'd rather take a plane to Houston to record data than deal with that stuff."
"No, guys, you just need to help me deal with the yacht. It's huge, who knows how many zombies are inside? Hopefully, no more than fifteen!"
"As for the remaining work, I will arrange for others to do it. We are not so extravagant as to leave professional pilots on the ground."
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