Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Atlanta, Georgia, USA.

In an ordinary residential community, an Asian youth wearing an old blue and white sportswear and with grown hair and beard squatted on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette given to him by a kind-hearted person.

After traveling to the beautiful country in another world for four years, Zhang Qiang also went from being a good-for-nothing high school student to a veteran homeless person in the community.

At first, Zhang Qiang thought he could return to his hometown through his motherland’s consulate in Atlanta.

Afterwards, he was told by the staff that there was no such person as him in Sichuan Province! The ID number and home address did not match at all!

In the eyes of the consulate staff, he became an Asian illegal immigrant who cheated his motherland to get a green card.

Zhang Qiang finally understood that he had traveled to a different world, but this world also had a beautiful country.

"rumble…"

A large-displacement pickup truck was passing by on the road, and the exhaust fumes from the car made Zhang Qiang turn his head away, for fear of wasting a puff of the cigarette he had worked so hard to get.

Behind Zhang Qiang is a convenience store owned by a white person.

The community where we live now is called "Boken", a working-class community where blacks and whites live together, and there is not even a single middle-class person to be found.

Zhang Qiang has been wandering in Atlanta for four years, and this is the place where he feels the most secure.

Of course, the neighborhoods where he begged for food and did odd jobs were all in places where there were mostly white people. He didn't like to go to neighborhoods where there were a lot of black people.

As for the reason, everyone who knows will understand.

Zhang Qiang was squatting in front of the curb of the Laobai Convenience Store. The door of the convenience store suddenly opened and a bald, middle-aged white man with a mustache walked out.

"Qiang! The flu is prevalent recently. Here's a mask for you. Don't go out to work and get infected!"

Matt White, also known as Lao Bai, is the owner of Lao Bai Convenience Store. He handed Zhang Qiang a mask, and Zhang Qiang laughed while smoking a cigarette and made a heart shape with his hands to Lao Bai.

Lao Bai smiled helplessly. In the past two years, he has become accustomed to Zhang Qiang's character of finding joy in adversity.

“What a strong young man.”

Lao Bai thought to himself.

The sky quickly darkened and the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the earth. Zhang Qiang touched his empty stomach and stood up from the curb.

Today, no one is looking for work from the homeless and illegal immigrants in the community.

Of course, it could also be that Zhang Qiang is ill-informed and has not integrated into the Mexican and other Asian illegal immigrant communities.

He searched the pockets of the school uniform he had been wearing since he traveled through time. He had washed this uniform by hand countless times.

The blue on the sleeves of the dress had faded a lot, and the white chest fabric also took on a light gray-yellow hue.

With some change in his pocket, Zhang Qiang sighed and prepared to find Lao Bai to buy a sandwich and a cup of hot coffee. This would be his only meal of the day and he would just get through the day.

"Hope tomorrow will be better."

Zhang Qiang muttered to himself, his voice making a rough and hoarse sound that was inconsistent with his age.

Counting the days, he is almost 22 years old this year.

Pushing open the small door of the convenience store, Zhang Qiang walked in.

Old Bai behind the cashier counter was looking at the old TV hanging in the store, his eyes narrowed behind his big-framed glasses as he watched today's news.

"A riot broke out at Atlanta City Hospital. Swart has been dispatched..."

In the news, a video was playing next to the male host, showing special police officers in SWAT uniforms, holding explosion-proof shields and batons, violently resisting the patients who were collectively going crazy and kept rushing towards them.

The patients in white hospital gowns and the Swarts in dark blue uniforms formed two distinct opposing trends.

In the video, some patients who broke through the explosion-proof shields, ignored the beatings with batons and pepper spray, and rushed into the SWAT team without hesitation. They even grabbed the nearest SWAT officer and bit his limbs like crazy.

Bang bang bang...!

The SWAT officers who were attacked had no choice but to empty their magazines...

"Interesting, these patients are like they have rabies... Wait... Is this a large-scale rabies outbreak?"

Old White watched TV, with a wise gleam in his eyes. He was a doctor of chemistry who kept his real name secret.

When he came to his senses, Lao Bai saw Zhang Qiang, who was wearing a mask and watching TV. This usually strong and cheerful young man was shaking violently...

"Strong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Lao Bai asked curiously.

"Fuck! Zombies!!!"

Zhang Qiang suddenly screamed, which made Lao Bai open his eyes wide in confusion.

Zhang Qiang was so excited that he shouted out his native language, the word "sangshi", which Lao Bai couldn't understand.

As if noticing Lao Bai's strange look, Zhang Qiang suddenly rushed to the counter, pointed at the TV and yelled at Lao Bai:

"Zombie! Zombie! Ahhhh! Shit!"

"Ooooh!! Oh! Calm down!"

Lao Bai was suddenly frightened by Zhang Qiang and took a step back, almost pulling out the pistol hidden under the counter.

In this country where everyone carries a gun, it is extremely dangerous to suddenly approach someone, as you can't guarantee that the other person will pull out a gun to defend himself.

"You mean zombies? How is that possible! Young man! There are no such things in the world."

Lao Bai comforted Zhang Qiang. In his opinion, the current situation was that this young man was venting his dissatisfaction and fear towards the world.

Lao Bai's education and knowledge do not allow him to admit that there are such strange things as zombies in the world.

Zhang Qiang was trembling all over, looking at Lao Bai with excitement. He finally understood! The world he traveled to was indeed unusual! I just don't know if it was the world view of Resident Evil or some other bullshit work!

A few years ago, he read a lot of time-travel novels and zombie-themed works!

Where's the golden finger?! Where's my golden finger!

Zhang Qiang screamed in his heart! He had been wandering for four years, eating poorly and sleeping poorly every day, living in fear all day long! Now zombies have appeared! Why hasn't his own golden finger appeared yet?

Was this time travel just for [God] to torture himself?!

Just as Lao Bai was trying to calm Zhang Qiang down with words, a "ding" sound silenced Zhang Qiang...

[Your gold finger has been received, please explore it yourself]

A suspended light curtain panel appeared in front of Zhang Qiang's eyes.

There are four big words written on the panel: [Call of Duty]

It’s in Chinese!

After being stunned for a while, Zhang Qiang suddenly grinned. Lao Bai in front of him felt creepy and his hand unconsciously reached under the counter...

"Give me a pack of cigarettes, Old White."

Zhang Qiang took out the change from his pocket and his face returned to normal.

After four years of being beaten by American society, Zhang Qiang is no longer the same high school student he was before.

After confirming that Lao Bai could not see the panel in his field of vision, Zhang Qiang took the cigarette, left the convenience store and explored the functions of the panel.

"Missions, malls, warehouses, special forces, special skills, continuous rewards."

Zhang Qiang took out a cigarette and smoked it happily. Compared with the crisis he might encounter in the future, the golden finger in front of him made him feel much more comfortable. However, the panel did not have many functions, and currently only the taskbar was unlocked.

Unlimited daily tasks:

[Killing mission: Kill enemies (non-zombie units). Each time you kill one person, you will get 100 points.]

[Rescue mission: Rescue survivors in crisis. Each rescued person will earn 100 points.]

[Task of Conquest: Obtain loyal followers. Each person you gather will earn you 1,000 points.]

…………Unknown mission…………………………

Mission [First Blood]: Kill your enemy or a zombie.

reward:

141 Task Force Qualified Grade Rating Mixed Martial Arts Skills.

M4A1 assault rifle (original) x1.

5.56x45mm NATO bullet, 30-round magazine x4.

After looking at the taskbar panel, Zhang Qiang's heart was already burning with excitement. Now he had a way to become stronger to provide for his future. He could now do things that he had wanted to do for a long time but had been holding back from doing.

At sunset, a group of community college students who had finished their studies walked in groups on the street, talking and laughing.

Zhang Qiang passed by them. His tall but hunched figure carried a gloomy aura, which made the students shiver.

“…That person is so strange…”

A white student turned around and looked at Zhang Qiang's back.

"Man, these bums are weird."

His black classmate patted his butt and said casually.

Zhang Qiang returned to his residence, an old neighborhood warehouse filled with machine parts covered in oil and grease, as well as some discarded furniture.

There are also some white homeless people living in the warehouse. Zhang Qiang has dealt with them before. They are all good people with rough fates.

I have to thank Zhang Qiang’s “co-worker”, a disabled retired soldier named Sevo Senna, to get to know them.

Zhang Qiang’s living area is not big, with only an old sofa and a broken bedside table, which is filled with the clothes he picked up and washed.

Although it doesn't fit well, at least there are no holes in it and it can be worn in both summer and winter.

On a torn mattress in the living area next door, a couple with disheveled hair lay, hugging each other and sharing some hemp that they had gotten from who knows where. The stench of burning hemp wafted around them.

The couple are both sex workers, providing services to men, women, young and old, just to make some money to make a living.

The reason why Zhang Qiang could still call these depraved people good people was that they were not like the vagrants in other areas who would put a knife to Zhang Qiang's neck at night and rob him of the US dollars he had earned from odd jobs, and the clothes and shoes he had bought with great difficulty.

There were other vagrants, and Zhang Qiang was not familiar with them. Some of them were "newcomers" who had just wandered to the Boken community and were brought by Sewo.

Sevo Senna is only in his forties, but his hair and beard are already white. He lost a leg in the war. When he returned to his hometown, Boken community, his wife had already left with the children.

He became a loner.

Seemingly because of the loss of his family, Sewo values ​​the people he can come together with, and when others choose to leave the community and continue to wander, Sewo will try his best to help them for free.

Zhang Qiang sighed. He had just determined his path, and the crisis of this world was bound to come.

Whether it is the Resident Evil or any other zombie world, Zhang Qiang has had enough of the days of hunger and cold.

If he wants to gain strength, he can only take the bloody road of killing and saving. This is also the direction assigned to him by the panel.

Zhang Qiang found Sewo with a cigarette in his mouth. He affectionately called this middle-aged white man with prosthetic limbs Uncle Sewo. It was this man who maintained order in the warehouse free of charge and provided a safe haven for Zhang Qiang, who had no relatives.

"Uncle Sevo!"

Sevo was sitting on an old single sofa, reading a missing person notice in the newspaper. Next to him was one of the few desk lamps in the warehouse that could generate electricity.

Hearing Zhang Qiang's voice, a smile appeared on Sevo's bearded face.

This Asian guy was the most friendly person in the warehouse and often brought him cigarettes and beer.

Although, Sevo never asked for it openly or secretly.

Zhang Qiang's hair is draped over his shoulders, with a little natural curl.

The warehouse's "barber" would cut people's hair for free, but Zhang Qiang kept his hair long and had a goatee on his chin.

It's hard to imagine that this is a young man in his 20s.

"What's wrong, Qiang? Do you have something to ask me?"

Seeing Zhang Qiang approaching with a serious look on his face, Sevo frowned. He felt that something bad was going to happen.

Zhang Qiang sighed and said, "I'm here to seek the last bit of help, Uncle Sewo."

"What?! You're leaving here?!"