Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Senoa Prison, near Atlanta, where Moore had visited some friends in his youth.

The group is now facing few problems, the main one being to determine the exact location of Sinoa.

The two motorcycles of the Dixon brothers led the way, and the pickup truck driven by Jim followed slowly behind.

They first had to go to the town of Sinoa and then search for the specific location of Sinoa nearby.

Zhang Qiang was sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, while An Zhui and Kendall were sitting in the back of the truck.

It seems that this couple is destined to ride in a carriage...

Jim was steering the car with a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at the dial of the pickup truck intentionally or unintentionally, then suddenly slowed down the car and stopped it, angrily pounding the steering wheel.

"Fuck!! We're running out of gas!"

The pickup truck honked twice, and More and Daryl returned on their motorcycles.

"what happened?"

Moore asked somewhat annoyed.

Zhang Qiang glanced at Moore and replied:

"Jim's pickup truck is low on gas, we need to find some."

Moore nodded and asked, "Where can we find it?"

Zhang Qiang glanced at the side of the road where the pickup truck was parked. There were trees on both sides, making it difficult to judge the situation inside.

"Let's drive a little further and see if there's any abandoned vehicles to get some gasoline.

If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to ask you to go look for it on bike.”

Zhang Qiang made his choice.

Moore agreed without objection.

The group drove forward for a while, but still could not see any parked vehicles on the road.

Without gasoline to run, the pickup truck finally broke down on the side of the road.

Jim hit the steering wheel of the pickup truck again, feeling indescribably depressed. If he had known earlier, he should have asked Dell for some gasoline!!!

Zhang Qiang jumped out of the car and looked around. The section of road with trees was almost at the end. A house could be seen at the edge of the rice field in the distance, and further up the road, there was a highway bridge.

"Jim, Anzhui, Kendall, can you use a gun?"

Zhang Qiang asked.

The three nodded, but all said that their shooting skills were not good. Zhang Qiang silently handed them three silenced M9 pistols, and each of them had only one 12-round extended magazine.

He directed, "You are responsible for checking out that house and bringing back the most important supplies."

Zhang Qiang looked at Daryl and said, "Darryl, take them with you. Just beat up the ones who don't obey."

These three people are Zhang Qiang's followers, and Daryl is allowed to lead the team to take care of them. In Zhang Qiang's eyes, they are still weak.

"Moir, take me to the bridge on your motorcycle. There are a lot of vehicles crowded together on it. Let's go get some gasoline."

After Zhang Qiang made the arrangements, no one had any objections.

Moore rode his motorcycle and took Zhang Qiang out at high speed. When they drove under the expressway bridge, looking at the bridge about five meters above their heads, Zhang Qiang noticed that there was a dirt slope in the distance that they could climb up.

But the two of them had to cross a field of grass that was knee-deep.

Moore took the shotgun that Zhang Qiang had given him before. Zhang Qiang threw him two magazines, and the two of them walked towards the slope on the weeds.

"Be careful where you step. There are zombies everywhere. Don't run into anything pretending to be dead."

Zhang Qiang knew very well that the world of The Walking Dead was full of accidents, so he reminded Moore.

Moore chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Zhang. If something foolish enough tries to lick the bottom of my shoe, I will crush its head."

The two men waded through the grass, surrounded by the rustling sound of weeds blown by the wind, and did not encounter any accidents.

Zhang Qiang and Moore carefully climbed up the slope. The angle of the slope was quite steep, making it inconvenient for normal walking.

After climbing the dirt slope, Zhang Qiang noticed the vehicles on the highway. It looked like a chain car accident scene, with more than a dozen cars colliding with each other and there were charred car shells.

A dozen zombies were wandering around the vehicle, their filthy, shriveled hands and feet twisted and deformed, as if they had been broken.

In addition, there were two charred corpses sitting inside the car shell.

Zhang Qiang carried MCX and Moore closer to the accident area. He directly shot the zombies that had not noticed them. Moore, just for fun, raised his shotgun and aimed at the zombies' heads.

chug!

boom! !

The shotgun and silenced rifle harvested the zombies' heads one by one, and the two walked into the center of the crowded vehicle, with Moore whistling happily.

"Hoo uh..."

Just when Moore was having fun, there was a sudden noise coming from a burnt car shell next to him.

A charred zombie opened its eyes and without warning reached out to grab Moore's clothes.

"Hold!"

Moore was horrified, but the zombie had already grabbed his clothes tightly and wanted to have a face-to-face and intimate contact with him.

"Crack!"

Zhang Qiang rushed over and smashed the charred corpse's head with the butt of his gun, crushing its fragile skull.

Kicking away the charred corpse that was grabbing Moore's clothes, Zhang Qiang fired another bullet at the charred corpse that had crashed into the car shell, smashing its head apart.

"Still not careful enough, Mor."

Zhang Qiang said coldly.

Cold sweat ran down Moore's forehead; he was almost trapped by the charred corpse.

"Thanks, Zhang! Damn! I didn't expect this thing could still move after being in this state!!"

Moore was unhappy looking at the corpse on the ground and kicked it hard.

Zhang Qiang shot and killed the other zombies that approached him one by one. The road section where the car accident happened was quickly cleared, and the two men separated and searched for supplies in the intact vehicles.

The car windows were smashed one by one, and the cars with normal vehicle alarms began to beep. Zhang Qiang turned the key in the car and was very unhappy with the noisy noise.

"Hoo..."

While searching a car, Zhang Qiang heard the growling sound of zombies coming from the back seat. He looked and saw a little boy zombie trapped in the seat by the seat belt, unable to move.

"Go well."

The barrel of the MCX gun spewed flames at it.

There was a male corpse in the black car, and there was no movement at all. As soon as Zhang Qiang put the barrel of the gun against the corpse's head, the corpse "came to life".

"Uh…"

sudden.

After shooting the male zombie, Zhang Qiang searched for supplies in the car. There were two bottles of mineral water in the door next to the driver's seat. Zhang Qiang twisted them and found that the caps of the mineral water bottles were very sturdy and the water had not been opened.

After taking away the car keys, Zhang Qiang walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk, where he found a travel bag containing clothes, documents, a Glock pistol, and some high-calorie snacks.

Zhang Qiang stuffed the snacks into his pocket, then emptied out the contents of his travel bag and put the Glock back in.

With a thought in mind, Zhang Qiang took out an original AKM rifle, an original MP5 rifle, and a 725 shotgun from the panel warehouse, and threw a few magazines and a few shotgun shells in them.

After zipping up the travel bag, Zhang Qiang found Moore and discovered that this guy had found a drinking water bucket and a water pipe from somewhere, and sucked the remaining gasoline from the car's fuel tank using the siphon principle.

The 18-liter bucket was quickly filled with gasoline. Moore looked at the bucket full of fuel, nodded with self-satisfaction and smiled.

The two searched the trunks of other vehicles and found three walkie-talkies.

There was almost no other useful stuff, and the trunk of the car was mostly filled with luggage and clothes.

Zhang Qiang and Moore returned with the supplies along the same route. After adding gasoline to the pickup truck's tank, they found some containers and prepared to draw more gasoline for backup at the accident site.

After the two of them went back and forth for a while, Daryl and the others had not returned yet.

Zhang Qiang and Moore finished smoking a cigarette next to the pickup truck. Seeing that their companions had not yet appeared at the house in the distance, the two men threw their cigarette butts to the ground and ran towards the house with guns in hand.

Passing through a rice field that no one knew who owned it, Zhang Qiang approached a small house.

A typical American wooden building, two floors, maybe a small attic, with a total area of ​​no more than 80 square meters.

Zhang Qiang held the MCX, and just as he pushed the muzzle of the silenced gun open the half-open door, a head appeared.

"Hey, Qiang! What are you doing?"

An Zhui appeared in front of Zhang Qiang, smiling, but the smile was forced.

Zhang Qiang felt something was wrong. He pretended to be calm and asked, "Why haven't you come back yet?"

An Zhui opened the door and let Zhang Qiang in. Zhang Qiang suddenly kicked the door open and kept aiming his gun at the surroundings.

"Oh, fuck!!"

"Fuck! What happened?!"

Several people in the room screamed in shock.

Moore, who was outside the door, raised the shotgun and aimed at the house.

Seeing the situation in the room, Zhang Qiang was speechless. Kendall and Jim each found a sofa to sit on, almost curling up in the sofa.

Even Daryl found a loveseat to lie on.

"So you didn't come back just to rest here?"

Zhang Qiang was speechless.

An Zhui said with embarrassment: "Yeah, I haven't lain on such a soft place for a long time."

Daryl put down the hunting crossbow in his hand, stood up from the sofa, and asked Zhang Qiang:

"Should we keep moving forward? We only found some stored food here."

Zhang Qiang looked at Kendall and Jim who were reluctant to leave the sofa, and sighed:

"It's getting dark. Let's set out early tomorrow morning. Have a good rest here tonight. Go and drive the car up. There is a path behind the house. You can park there."

When he came, Zhang Qiang had already observed the surroundings of the house.

Daryl nodded, and went out with Moore and Jim to take action.

After a while, Jim came back with his travel bag and small backpack, and Daryl and More went to patrol the surroundings to see if there was any prey.

"These two brothers are really hardworking models."

Zhang Qiang sighed.

He took the travel bag from Jim's hand, opened it, and revealed the black gun, magazine, and walkie-talkie inside.

Zhang Qiang looked at the Perkins couple and Jim and said seriously:

“Once we are settled, each of you must become proficient in using this heavy firepower.

I'll give Daryl and Maul after the intercom.

Daryl will lead you in the future. He is a reliable man and will ensure your safety!

But you must listen to him carefully. No matter what opinions you have, tell me when you come back!! Don’t have conflicts when you are apart!”

"Don't worry, Zhang! My husband and I will be good children!"

An Zhui and Kendall are doing something weird.

Jim had some doubts: "What if Daryl wants to hurt others? There may be poor people out there who have the same experience as us."

"He wants to hurt others, which must mean that those people are a threat to you. For those who have nothing to do with you, I advise you to be vigilant first... and then..."

Zhang Qiang deliberately lengthened his voice.

Jim asked sensibly, "And then what?"

"Stay alert, wait for them to show their true colors...oh no, help Daryl kill them.

Or if someone can gain Daryl's trust, then they can communicate normally with strangers for the time being. But don't let your guard down."

Zhang Qiang reiterated his point of view. He didn't want his followers to understand the truth of "human nature is treacherous" only after their companions were killed or injured.