Doomsday America.

Chapter 190 What kind of challenge?

Chapter 190 What kind of challenge?

As soon as he finished speaking, Thomas looked at Edward with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

After all, Edward looks like he has a lot of fighting ability.

How to describe it? When Thomas looked at Edward, he always felt that he was not just seeing a disheveled homeless man, but also the protagonist of a movie.

It exudes a dangerous aura, and even the stains on its body seem to tell a story.

Only a guy like this could arouse even a little passion in the master, right?

The guys in the camp were all too weak to fight. Even those two giants, Tara and Madison, couldn't last a single round against the master, which made the master lose all interest in boxing.

Hopefully, this newcomer will be qualified to bring the master some surprises!

Thinking of this, Thomas's smile deepened.

Looking at the smiling Thomas, Edward's smile emerged from his stubble, and he said expectantly.

"You seem to be laughing quite happily. Well, it makes sense. Gavin may be famous, but he's just a celebrity after all. There's probably no point in living under someone like him, so you immediately laughed when you heard that Gavin has a competitor."

"Huh? Ha! Haha~"

Thomas was immediately amused by Edward, and he nodded with a smile, continuing to speak to Edward.

"If that's what you think, then keep thinking that way. Let's talk inside the manor. Come with me."

"it is good."

Edward nodded, glanced thoughtfully at the helicopter that was about to land on the roof, and then followed Thomas into the hall where six or seven people were still resting and waiting.

Under the watchful eyes of the men in the hall, Edward couldn't help but take a deep breath.

There are so many people at this camp!

Leaving aside those working outside, not counting the three people who went to pick him up, there were actually six or seven people wandering around and resting in just one hall.

This is definitely not all of Gavin's camp, so how did they gather so many people in less than half a month?

As he pondered this, Edward's gaze fell upon the sofa in the center of the hall.

To be precise, it landed on the golden armor next to the sofa.

Damn it!

At this moment, Edward was truly shocked. What on earth was that thing?

After a brief moment of surprise, Edward strode forward and walked straight to the front of the Baroque gold-plated imperial plate armor, raising his hand to touch the breastplate.

"Hey!"

Before Edward could even lower his hand, flight cadet Paul called out to him from his left rear.

"Dude, don't touch that stuff. That's our boss's prized possession. What the hell do you know about 'proxy's prized possession'?"

As he spoke, Paul stood up abruptly, walked behind Edward, and looked at Edward with a frown.

He saw something familiar in Edward.

And Edward—

He paused slightly, then placed his hand on the gold-plated plate armor without ceremony.

Feeling the weight of the plate armor, Edward took a deep breath and turned back with a sigh.

"Buddy, only things that are worthy of everyone's appreciation can be called treasures. If I were your boss, I wouldn't mind my appreciation of his treasures; on the contrary, I would be pleased by the look of affection I give to the plate armor."

At this point, Edward casually raised his hand and lightly tapped his plate armor with his fingers.

clang!

As the knocking echoed, Edward turned around, looking down at Paul, who was only about 1.78 meters tall, with his nearly 1.9-meter height, and asked meaningfully.

"Or is it that your boss is just stingy and won't allow you to touch his collection?"

"Dude, watch your mouth. Gavin has shared almost everything with us. He's not the Scrooge you're making him out to be. I'm only stopping you out of respect for the boss, you bastard!"

Paul was particularly annoyed by Edward's words; Edward was just that kind of guy who seemed to be covered in thorns!

Whether it's his stubble, tattered clothes, blood-stained trousers, or his dirty and worn gloves, every detail seems to exude aggression!

Paul frowned deeply upon seeing Edward like this.

He turned around and said to Thomas with displeasure.

"Butler, this bastard seems very familiar to me, just like those arrogant guys in SEAL Team Six."

"Although I haven't had much contact with those guys because I fly fighter jets, Instructor Sean has worked with quite a few SEALs, including SEAL Team Six."

"Once he gets back, he might recognize this guy's background!"

At this point, Paul turned around, his gaze lingering for a moment on Edward's dirty leather gloves.

Edward grinned, then turned to Thomas and said...

"Do I need others to guess my background? Even if they told you, what difference would it make?"

"You guessed right. I am the captain of SEAL Team Six Special Operations Group D. Do you think I am not qualified to lead you?"

""

"Forget it, haha, there's no point in talking to you about this. I'll just wait for your celebrity boss to come back before we talk about it."

"However, although I haven't met him yet, he has already surprised me a bit. After all, you all seem to respect him quite a bit, so it seems he really has some skills~"

At this point, Edward glanced around and then unceremoniously sat down on Gavin's sofa.

He's not one to back down, and even though he's surrounded by at least eight people, he's confident he can take them down!

But just as he was about to sit down on the sofa—

His movements suddenly stopped!

And on the sofa he was about to sit down, a bright red dot was hovering there.

Edward licked his lips as he looked at the red dot that showed almost no signs of movement.

That sniper's gun is really steady!

He looked up in the direction of the red dot and gazed at the far corner of the second floor where Eugene was hiding.

At the same time, the red dot moved unceremoniously from the sofa and finally stopped in the center of Edward's chest.

"Fuck————"

Edward couldn't help but curse, shaking his head as he did so.

"Are you guys doing this for fun, guys? I'm all alone, do you really need to bring in a sniper?"

"Or am I the one putting so much pressure on you?"

"But then again, there are snipers and pilots here, and you guys actually agree to listen to a celebrity? Are you all obsessed with football?"

"Or does Gavin have some other skill that could impress you, like licking each of your baskets clean, and you—"

"You son of a bitch, if I didn't want to damage the floor, I'd shoot you right now!"

From the second-floor guard post, Madison poked his head out, deftly drew his pistol, and aimed it at Edward's head.

Seeing Madison reacting as if on cue, Edward chuckled and lifted his shirt, then reached under his arms and pulled out his two pistols.

Click!

Click-clack!

In an instant, the sound of guns being cocked filled the air, and even Paul, Wang Ling, and Tara drew their weapons.

Meanwhile, at the stairwell on the third floor leading to the rooftop airport.

Gavin had already led Sean and Nicholas into the manor, passing through the long, narrow corridors and quickly approaching the vicinity of the hall.

When he looked down at the tense scene in the lobby on the first floor, he was genuinely taken aback.

"What's going on?"

Gavin asked the question while laughing, and then walked down the stairs.

"Seriously, guys, what are you doing? There's only one guy on the other side, is it really necessary to point so many guns at him?"

Just as Gavin reached the corner of the stairs, Eugene, crouching with his gun at the ready, came into view.

Upon seeing Eugene, Gavin paused for a moment, then frowned and began to berate Eugene.

"Wait, Eugene, what the hell are you doing? Did I tell you to go after Potato? Did you name your sniper rifle Potato, you bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin strode up to Eugene, kicked Eugene's shin, and continued cursing.

"Put the gun away and keep cutting potatoes until you can guarantee you won't get drunk during the operation. Go now!"

"Boss!!!"

Faced with Gavin's reprimand, Eugene felt extremely aggrieved. He suddenly jumped up, grabbed his sniper rifle, and shouted at Gavin.

"How could you do this? This new bastard is challenging your position! I'm helping you suppress him, okay? It's all for you!"

"And I've been chopping potatoes all afternoon, I've only been handling a gun for less than three minutes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eugene looked at Gavin with a sullen expression.

Gavin paused for a moment, taken aback by Eugene's aggrieved look, then asked Eugene with amusement.

"Challenge my status? What kind of challenge is that?"

As he spoke, Gavin raised his hand and tapped Eugene's sniper rifle.

"Stop fucking worrying about any so-called challenges, get back to your work, hurry up!"

"I—you—Mazefak!"

Faced with Gavin's urging, Eugene, feeling extremely aggrieved, took two steps back while holding his sniper rifle, leaned against the wall in frustration, and looked at Edward in the lobby on the first floor with eyes that could almost kill.

Following Eugene's gaze, Gavin turned around and continued walking towards the stairs.

Sean followed behind Gavin, stared at Edward for a couple of seconds, then suddenly paused, and said to Gavin.

"Boss, I know him. He's a team leader from SEAL Team Six!"

"Wait, you are—Sean? The helicopter pilot who glided eight kilometers without power last year, leading us to evade radar and head straight for Benladin Estate?"

In the hall, Edward stared at Sean, somewhat stunned.

After a brief silence, Sean began to curse at Edward.

"Don't try to glorify yourself. I sent two teams, A and B, and you weren't one of them. You weren't involved in that operation at all!"

"Uh, okay, but you delivered my comrade-in-arms, he's one of ours too. Damn, you're still alive! Seeing you is just too good to be true, haha!"

Edward ignored Sean's correction and waved to Sean with great joy.

At the same time, Gavin, who was going downstairs, turned back to Sean in shock and asked.

"Wait, Sean, you have such a glorious page in your resume? You participated in the killing of Bin Laden?"

"Ha, boss, that's the honor of SEAL Team Six, not my honor as an ace special forces pilot. I just saw them off."

Faced with Gavin's exaggerated description, Sean explained while unable to suppress a smirk.

Gavin laughed and patted Sean on the shoulder before striding into the hall, speaking as he walked toward his sofa.

"Tell me your story sometime, but not now. I need to talk to the new guy about the challenges he's posing to me."

As he spoke, Gavin strode toward Edward, placed his right hand on his waist, and asked Edward.

"What's your name, SEAL Team Six?"

"Uh—Edward Snow."

"Wow, that sounds like the name of a bastard from Game of Thrones. You want to be the boss too?"

Gavin asked Edward with a smile, while his right hand slid down his right side.

Meanwhile, Edward continued to respond to Gavin.

"What, it's not okay? Compared to trusting you, I trust my own judgment and my own brain more. I—?"

boom! ! !

Before Edward could finish speaking, a strange gunshot rang out!

The next moment————

Splash—

Whoosh!

Ding ding ding ding————

A series of sounds followed immediately by gunshots.

Edward took a step back in disbelief, his eyes widening in shock as he looked at his empty, numb hands, and then at his legs!

After just one exceptionally loud gunshot, the two guns he was holding in both hands, the dagger tucked into his left thigh, the short gun tucked into his left calf, and the kukri wrapped around his right thigh were all sent flying!

"What the hell?!"

At that moment, Edward truly revealed an unimaginable look in his eyes.

He turned around in astonishment and saw five weapons that had been knocked to the floor, and cursed in disbelief.

"What the hell is that?! You fired five shots in one go! Are you some kind of basketball star, or Sylvester Stallone from The Expendables?! What the hell is that marksmanship?!"

"Ha—challenge—what challenge?"

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Faced with Edward's utterly shocked words, Gavin quipped as he forcefully turned the revolver's cylinder.

Swish!

The Colt Python's magazine made a crisp spinning sound. After spinning for a moment, Gavin suddenly pressed down on the rapidly spinning magazine, then decisively pointed the muzzle at his temple.

"Hey buddy, what challenge were you talking about? Want to play a game of Russian roulette with me?"

As he asked Edward the question, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Boss!"

"master!"

"Gavin!"

"Holy crap, a quarterback!"

Don't be silly!

Accompanied by the terrified screams of his companions—

Click!

With a crisp, clear airshot, Gavin chuckled as he moved the revolver away from his temple, then strode forward to Edward, pressing the muzzle against Edward's forehead.

Feeling the heat of the gun barrel, Edward really felt his spine go numb!

"Wait, calm down, Gavin, calm down, we—"

"You won't even call me 'boss,' you newbie!"

Click!

Before Edward could finish speaking, Gavin had already pulled the trigger, and as his finger tightened, Edward's pupils dilated sharply.

Hey!

With a crisp sound, the shot missed again. As Edward let out a long breath, Gavin actually moved the gun away from Edward's forehead and aimed it at his own temple.

"Mazefak!"

Seeing Gavin's actions, Edward's previous composure vanished.

He quickly raised his hands in a soothing gesture, while repeatedly speaking to Gavin.

"Wait, stop playing around. I don't want to challenge you. I was just saying. Calm down, please calm down. Don't gamble with your life—"

Click!

"Hey!!! Fuck!!! Mazefuck you! Are you crazy?! I'm really scared of you!"

Without a doubt, Gavin pulled the trigger on his own temple again, a move that sent chills down Edward's spine.

Just as Edward completely lost his composure, Gavin removed the Colt python from his temple and then placed it back on Edward's forehead.

Gudong!

At that moment, Edward swallowed hard.

The python's gun barrel was slightly cooler than before, but Edward felt his heart grow colder along with it.

The next moment, he looked at Gavin with a tense expression and spoke at the fastest speed he had ever spoken.

"Boss, don't shoot!"

"Huh?"

Hearing Edward's words, Gavin grinned with amusement, moved his face closer to Edward, and asked him with a light laugh.

"What did you just call me?"

"Boss!"

"Tsk, I like that title. So, what kind of challenge are you talking about?"

Gavin chuckled and pressed on, while Edward waved his hand repeatedly and replied in rapid succession.

"No challenge, no challenge!"

Click!

The moment Edward finished speaking, the Colt Python's trigger was pulled again.

The sound of the striking pin hitting empty air made Edward's face tighten, and he couldn't help but put on a look of lingering fear and speechlessness.

He looked at Gavin speechlessly, then swallowed hard, spread his hands, and said helplessly to Gavin.

"Gavin, let's call it a day. Let's not continue. It won't do either of us any harm."

"What did you call me?"

Hearing Edward's words, Gavin smiled and shook his head. Then, amidst the horrified gazes of the men around him, he put away his revolver and fired another shot at his temple!

Click!

After another air strike, Gavin suddenly stepped forward, and he and Edward were almost pressed tightly together.

Without any hesitation, he pressed the muzzle of the Colt Python gun hard against Edward's chin, forcing Edward's face directly against the ceiling.

"What did you call me?"

At that moment, Gavin whispered a question to Edward.

At the same time, he glanced at Edward's motionless feet and gave him an appreciative look.

Edward is really something. Faced with all of my actions, he didn't back down even half a step. His mental fortitude is truly worthy of his SEAL Team Six background!

At the same time, facing Gavin's question, he felt the cold muzzle of a gun stuck under his jaw.

Edward paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and said.

"Boss————"

"Oh? Who's the boss?" Gavin asked with a smile.

"You're the boss!" Edward replied solemnly.

Haha~

Gavin finally nodded in satisfaction, then removed the python from Edward's jaw.

"call!"

After the gun was moved away, Edward finally let out a long breath.

Gavin chuckled as he held the gun and casually ejected the Colt Python's magazine.

The next moment, he showed Edward the empty magazine, then pointed to Edward's belt hanging outside his clothes and said.

"Dude, I was just kidding. There are no bullets in the gun. I just emptied all six bullets."

"You only saw five pieces of equipment drop, but the sixth shot grazed your belt. Were you so scared that you didn't even feel it?"

"So don't take today's fun too seriously, buddy. My camp is very democratic and very free. You can challenge my position anytime."

"Whether it's a cowboy duel, hand-to-hand combat, or a weapons contest, I welcome it anytime, anytime!"