Doomsday America

Chapter 56 Investigation
Gavin swallowed hard, looking through the binoculars at the zombie cow that was still 1,500 meters away, and shifted his gaze to the back of the cow, specifically to the large dairy pen, for a closer look.

Time ticked by, and Madison nervously rubbed the gun in his hand, his leg even starting to shake with tension.

Just as the cow was about 1,200 meters away from the car, Gavin suddenly spoke up.

"Kill him!"

"receive."

Eugene responded in a low voice, then pulled the trigger.

Through the binoculars, Gavin looked back at the zombie cow and noticed a burst of blood blooming on its shoulder.

Gavin wasn't in a hurry. Although the zombie bull was running towards them in a straight line, it was still shaking its head, so it was normal that it couldn't be killed with a single shot.

Eugene seemed to think the same way. He didn't feel ashamed at all. Instead, after swaying, he quickly adjusted his posture, aimed for two seconds, and continued firing.

puff!
This time, Gavin clearly saw that the cow's ear had broken off.

puff!
The third shot was fired much faster than Gavin had imagined. Eugene's shot, from a distance of nearly 1,050 meters, precisely struck the zombie bull's skull, piercing its brain!

At this moment, the fast-moving zombie bull stopped in its tracks, crashed to the ground like a toppled statue, rolled several times, and finally stopped moving forward, shrouded in dust.

Meanwhile, in the back seat of the pickup truck.

"over".

"Eugene said softly, then aimed the scope further behind the zombie bull, using the 10x scope to observe the environment as he spoke."

"Having not been on the battlefield for several years, I've become a bit rusty."

"You're fucking accurate, man, you're practically a movie actor!"

In the passenger seat, Madison excitedly shouted to Eugene.

Upon hearing this, Eugene grinned, revealing a wicked smirk, and then continued to observe the distance.

At the same time, Gavin kept his eyes fixed on the direction of the dairy farm and spoke up.

"Zombie cowboys are already gathering at the cowboy barracks near the cow pen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin stared nervously at the zombies that were gradually approaching the gate of the dairy farm, not daring to look away for even a second.

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Madison was slightly taken aback and exclaimed in alarm.

"Oh my god, what if they storm the dairy farm and create more zombie cows like we just saw?!"

"One of those things is scary enough, I don't want to see a whole bunch of them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Madison nervously kept stroking the shotgun in his hand.

Even Eugene couldn't help but tighten his fingers.

As for Gavin...

He propped up his binoculars, observed the scene, and licked his lips as he spoke.

"Believe me, I don't want to see that scene either, because I had already imagined it before I came here!"

“I even had a plan: if we really do encounter countless zombie cows in the farm area, then even if I’m reluctant to leave home, we must continue to retreat eastward, all the way to the east coast, to a place where we can take a boat to the sea!”

Gavin couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he said this.

At this moment, the twenty or thirty zombies that had been attracted by the previous sound were beginning to approach the gate of the cattle farm, which had been breached by the zombie bull.

After all, the loudest sound that had just come from that area was the sound of a cow hitting an iron gate!

During the day, the doors at both ends of the cow shed are usually open to make it easier for cowboys to drive the cows to the milking center.

But at night, especially in the early morning, the gates on both sides of the cowshed must be closed to prevent the cattle and horses from looking at the night and thinking about how big the world is, and to prevent them from wanting to go out and see it.

And now, watching the zombie cowboys rapidly surging towards the cowshed.

Gavin made up his mind, handed the binoculars to Madison, and said this as he drove.

"Although I don't understand why there's only one zombie cow, I'm quite certain that if one zombie cow has appeared, then there's definitely a chance that more zombie cows will appear!"

"Therefore, we must drive close to the cowboy barn and make noise away from the dairy farm to attract it, preventing more zombies from rushing into the farm and creating more zombie cows!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin drove off the road and onto the vast grassland.

Watching the grass rush past, Eugene quickly drew his gun, opened the other side of the car window, and searched for a new sniping position.

In the passenger seat, Madison held binoculars, staring intently at the gate of the cattle ranch.

He saw the zombies quickly cross the several hundred meters from the cowboy barn to the cattle farm, howling and gathering at the door of the cattle shed, with two zombies even squeezing inside.

"There are...there are zombies in the cattle farm!" Madison exclaimed.

"But we're closer to the cattle farm, and surprisingly, no more zombie cattle are charging out to attack us. That's good news!"

Gavin interrupted Madison and found a small hill about 800 or 900 meters from the cattle ranch in the grass, parking the car at the very top of the hill.

The car had barely stopped when Eugene opened fire.

sudden!
After the gunshot, a Dodge pickup truck in front of the cowboy dormitory in the distance suddenly exploded!
The deafening explosion alerted all the zombies in the cowboy dormitory area! "They're out! The two zombies that went into the cattle farm have come out too!"

Madison shouted excitedly.

Gavin snatched the binoculars and stared intently at the cowshed area.

In the back seat, Eugene, holding a gun, laughed.

"I can't believe I'm still this accurate after all this time. That's a gas tank cap, just a tiny gas tank cap. I'm not just relying on luck, haha!"

"sharp."

Gavin casually offered a compliment, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

The loud explosion attracted more zombies, bringing the total number of zombies in the cowboy area to over fifty, and even made the cows in the dairy farm let out two startled cries.

But even after the mooing of the cows stopped, no new zombie cows rushed out of the cattle farm, and the zombies all circled around the Dodge that had exploded.

After confirming that the environment was basically safe, Gavin handed the binoculars to Madison, saying...

"Eugene, the rest is up to you!"

"Haha, then I'll have to eat a little extra tonight!"

Eugene gave Gavin a thumbs up, then continued to hold his gun out the back window.

Seeing Eugene so engrossed in his work, Gavin couldn't help but remind him.

"Don't rush, try to wait for them to calm down, so as not to waste bullets."

"I know, I still have six full magazines, a total of 129 bullets, that's enough, trust me!"

Eugene murmured to Gavin, while silently waiting for the zombie horde to calm down.

As the sound of the Dodge's burning grew fainter, the zombies gradually shifted to patrol mode, strolling around the Dodge.

At that moment, Eugene fired his gun.

One shot!
The outermost zombie in the horde lay on the ground, and several nearby zombies alertly gathered around it, circled the corpse twice, and then left.

"continue."

After confirming that the zombie horde had not experienced any further disturbances due to the death of one zombie, Gavin gave a low warning, while Eugene silently fired his gun.

puff!
puff!
puff!
One zombie after another fell to the ground, and Eugene slowly reaped their lives at a rate of about fifteen to seventeen seconds per zombie.

Of course, he occasionally misses, and whenever he does, he takes an extra deep breath.

Even when changing the second magazine, he took off his leather gloves to wipe the sweat from his fingers and palms before continuing to work.

They continued sniping for over half an hour, until Eugene's third magazine was almost empty.

Eugene let out a long breath, put down his gun, and rubbed his shoulder.

"damn it."

He then began to curse.

"In recent years, the calluses on my shoulders have almost disappeared. It's really decadent."

"But to be honest, I've never fucking ejaculated so satisfyingly in my life!"

"No need to worry about being found by enemy bullets, no need to worry about being locked on by RPGs and airstrikes, and no need to worry about accidentally killing civilians!"

"Just kidding. Actually, we're never worried about mistakenly killing civilians. After all, if they've already been killed by us, how could they be civilians? Haha~"

Amidst the laughter, Eugene rubbed his shoulder hard.

Although it wasn't unusual for him to fire hundreds of bullets in one go during training in the past.

However, actual combat and training are ultimately different. Tension will cause his muscles to tighten, and the amount of lactic acid secreted will be completely different from that in training.

Gavin nodded as he watched Eugene stretch his shoulders, then carefully examined the cowboy dormitory area through his binoculars.

After he put down his binoculars, he drove toward the cowboy barn until he parked his car in an open area where the cowboy barn and the cowshed formed a near equilateral triangle.

After parking the car, he said to Eugene.

"Eugene, you take the driver's seat and be ready to assist us in our evacuation at any time."

“Long-range sniping, that’s your job, but now it’s my and Old Mike’s turn to do the work!”

"We will inspect and attempt to clear out the dormitory area to ensure there are no more zombies there, and investigate why the zombie cow appeared, especially why there was only one zombie cow. This reason is very important!"

"While you're in the car, don't forget to keep a close eye on us and provide remote support at any time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin opened the car door and got out, slung his rifle behind him, pulled out a claw hammer with his right hand, and picked up a Colt python with his left.

Although Madison was a little nervous, he still pursed his lips, wore a look of grim determination, and came up behind Gavin with his spray bottle in hand.

(End of this chapter)