Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Inside the office building, Zhang Qiang had just finished cleaning up the scattered zombies outside the building when he saw a group of middle school boys and girls who had just entered puberty...

He held the rifle with a gloomy face. Policewoman Dai Ya beside him carefully observed Zhang Qiang's expression, fearing that he would do something horrible.

"Zhang, it looks like you've made a losing deal. I'm afraid you'll have to be a nanny in the future. Hahahaha."

Moore walked over, put his arm around Zhang Qiang's shoulder, and let out a hearty smirk.

A group of middle school students looked at the new faces holding rifles in fear. Shootings in the United States have never stopped happening...

Zhang Qiang shook his arm and shook off Moore's dirty hand. He straightened his face and glanced coldly at everyone present.

There were only three adults who survived the school. In addition to Dai Ya who was carrying a pistol, the other two were a young black-haired white female teacher and a middle-aged white female teacher.

Neither of them was armed. Although Zhang Qiang was somewhat disappointed by the number of mature laborers, the fact that these people were unarmed made it easier to manage them.

"Okay, let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Qiang, and I'll be your new principal from now on... Well, it's the end of the world outside, and there are man-eating monsters everywhere.

There are still a lot of bad guys hurting each other.

If you want to continue to live well, then follow my instructions. I know you may still have relatives or friends, but if you want to go out and find them, at least learn how to survive from me first.

I won't stop you from leaving later if you want to.

I have finished speaking. Now you can make a request to me and then do your job according to my instructions.

Any comments? "

As soon as Zhang Qiang finished speaking, a fat white man raised his hand tremblingly.

'Grass. (a kind of plant)'

Zhang Qiang didn't expect that someone would dare to contradict him. Were the scared faces of these children just pretending? Is the resistance spirit of the American people so strong?

Zhang Qiang strode towards the fat boy without saying a word. Then he suddenly picked up the fat boy, pressed him on an office desk and spanked him hard on the butt.

"You're the one who has an opinion?!"

"Wuwuwu... I'm not... I just... want to ask if there is anything to eat... Wuwuwu..."

After beating up the fat boy, Zhang Qiang saw the expressions of the female teachers and Dai Ya who were hesitant to speak. He cleared his throat and raised his voice:

"Who else?!"

No one present dared to speak.

Moore beside him almost couldn't help laughing out loud again.

"Moir, go and bring all the supplies over. Give them food and water first."

Zhang Qiang's face was gloomy and he directly asked Moore to do hard labor.

Hearing that Zhang Qiang was willing to give food and water to themselves and the children, the female teachers and Dai Ya suddenly felt that it would be nice to have such a person as the "principal" now.

After a while, Moore came back in a tattered police car, and the back seat was filled with the supplies they had looted over the past few days.

After Zhang Qiang made sure everyone got enough food and drinking water, he asked everyone to finish their meal quickly and then prepared to hold a formal meeting to arrange everything in the school.

“Moir, you will come with me later to clean up the teaching building where the cafeteria is located.

Daryl, Anzhui, Jim, and Daiya, you guys can rest first, or you can go find a vehicle that can clean up the bodies, whether it's a forklift truck or something...

If these bodies are left to rot around, people might get sick, so we can't just leave them alone. This is a big project, and there are probably more than a hundred bodies to deal with, or even more.

Teacher Maya, Teacher Lucy, please look after the children. I will give them a test paper to do and give me their answers in the form of answer sheets. "

Maya is a middle-aged teacher with blonde hair, and Lucy is a young teacher with black hair. Both of them are wearing dirty professional clothes.

Zhang Qiang's original team had no objections, but Lucy stood up and had an idea. She asked:

"What are you going to do with those bodies? Among them are our colleagues, and..."

"Gather them all, drag them out of the school and burn them all."

Zhang Qiang did not give Lucy a chance to say more, and put the cruel reality in front of the children and adults.

"You can't do this! There are people we know in there!"

Lucy's young face was suddenly filled with anger, as well as the innocence that came from not having suffered the beatings of the apocalypse.

What a silly and naive gesture! Zhang Qiang admired her courage.

"Moir, go teach that disobedient child a lesson."

Zhang Qiang lit a cigarette and didn't care about the children around him.

Moore licked his lower lips. Seeing Lucy's young figure, he felt that he should be more forceful later.

So, Moore rushed over and pressed Lucy on the desk, ignoring her screams, and slapped Lucy's butt hard.

"This is the primary punishment for disobeying the principal's order. If anyone wants to try it, they can only sleep on their stomachs. I don't mind finding another whip."

Zhang Qiang used his eyes to warn the trembling children that these children who grew up in the United States have lacked beatings since childhood.

Of course, if they are brave enough and willing to run away from school, Zhang Qiang will be very happy, because this way there will be one less mouth to feed.

He doesn't have the time to train these kids to become apocalyptic child soldiers.

Although Zhang Qiang was thinking about something sinister, he did not stop his planned work. He asked Lucy to call the roll of the children and casually wrote down the names and appearances of these white children.

Then Zhang Qiang went to prepare for the test questions.

Question 1: What would you do if a stranger approached you or asked for help outside the school?

A. Point a gun at him

B.Escape

C. Ask the other person if he needs help

Question 2: If you meet a stranger outside the school and your friend wants to help him, what should you do?

A. Pointing a gun at a companion

B. Escape and leave the scene

C. Punch your companion hard in the stomach

Question 3: You meet a stranger outside the school and you want to help him/her, but your companion punches you hard. What should you do?

A. Fight back

B. Escape back to the base

C. My companions would not hit me for no reason. If I got hit for nothing, it must be the stranger’s fault. I want to punch the stranger to vent my anger.

…the answer is almost entirely in the question…

When Zhang Qiang handed the test paper to Lucy, a female teacher whose buttocks were red and swollen and who could not sit up, she gave Zhang Qiang a complicated look.

"I don't know what you've been through out there, but it's not right to feed these kids your dark thoughts."

"Your butt isn't hurting anymore? I'm just telling them the most basic rules of survival."

Zhang Qiang gave Lucy a blank look, then picked up his rifle and left the office building with Moore.

The school cafeteria should be a big supplier of supplies. As long as there were enough stocks before the disaster, apart from the fresh vegetables and meat, the various canned foods in it would be enough for the thirty or so people to eat for a while.

In the cafeterias of ordinary schools in the United States, the staple food is mostly canned beans, macaroni, and French fries...

Because of its vast land and sparse population, most buildings in the United States have a larger ground floor and fewer floors, especially in rural areas.

This is the case for ordinary residents, not to mention schools with large population turnover.

The cafeteria, like the office building, also has three floors. After kicking open the dusty glass door, Zhang Qiang and Moore directly fired at the targets around them.

Three middle-aged zombies wearing kitchen uniforms were shot in the head, and their fat and smelly bodies fell to the ground with a "pop", shaking out slightly stiff waves of flesh.

Zhang Qiang and Moore did not save bullets, and shot directly at some corpses sitting or lying on the ground in an execution-style manner.

A low roar of corpses could be heard from the corridor leading to the second floor. Zhang Qiang asked Moore to search the first floor first, and he went up to the second floor to take a look...

Outside the office building, Daryl and Jim sat together smoking. Looking at the road full of zombies, Daryl suddenly said in a displeased mood:

"Fuck! I'm going to go clean up these damn things first! They're annoying just looking at them!"

Jim, who was smoking a cigarette, advised:

"You should rest for a while. You and your brother, Zhang, just went through a battle.

Zhang Mingxian asked you to take a break, didn't you notice? "

Daryl looked Jim in the eyes warningly, "What are you reminding me of? Huh?! At least I know what to do!"

Jim was not frightened by Daryl's violent temper. He deliberately raised his hand and smiled to signal Daryl to calm down:

"Wow, relax, guys. Zhang is just giving everyone time to adapt. Didn't you notice that we don't have enough manpower?

I will definitely be busier in the future. For now, I should just enjoy the hard-earned peace. "

Daryl walked out of the building and did not continue to bother Jim, but Jim continued behind him:

"Why are you suddenly angry today? Do you think these things are too risky? Man, some things will be done later if you don't do them now.

It is better to do more when the external forces are not strong. I think Zhang thinks so too. "

Jim could see that Daryl was dissatisfied with Zhang Qiang's insistence on taking risks and planning to clean up the zombies in the school.

"We should be careful when we are outnumbered! We have one less bullet. Zhang Qiang and Moore are addicted to shooting zombies! If it weren't for that female police officer today, it would have been difficult for us to retreat!"

Daryl pointed back at Jim, defending his emotions and thoughts.

"Why don't you go ask Zhang how many bullets we have left? Especially himself, I guess he must have an arsenal of bullets, and it seems like he has endless ammunition."

Jim chuckled. Nothing could be more reassuring than having heavy firepower and sufficient bullet reserves.

"Bullshit!"

Daryl was unwilling to believe in something too magical. While everyone in the team had their own guesses, the straightforward crossbow brother was running out of ideas.

Daryl talked tough but his actions betrayed him. He went to the cafeteria building with a crossbow, ready to confront Zhang Qiang in person to get things sorted.

Moore was still searching the first floor. There was some unopened peanut butter in the cafeteria's storage room. He opened a can and scooped a little with his fingers and put it in his mouth.

"Wow, the taste of childhood! Eh? What are you doing here, brother?"

Moore looked at Daryl, who had a gloomy expression, and playfully took out the treasure he had found.

"There's peanut butter here, and it would be even better with toast!"

"Where's Zhang? I have some questions for him." Daryl said stiffly.

"Second floor, what do you want from him?" Moore felt something was wrong.

Daryl didn't answer his brother, but went upstairs to look for Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang was counting the supplies in the storage room on the second floor. There was flour and some kitchen utensils here. Even more fortunately, there was still a lot of gas left.

"Hey, Zhang, I have something to ask you." Daryl came over.

Zhang Qiang raised his eyebrows. Daryl rarely took the initiative to talk to him about anything, and he mostly followed his instructions.

Just like a dumb person.

"You said."

Zhang Qiang pushed aside a corpse lying on the dining table and sat down.

"I want to ask... do we have enough ammunition? You know, we used up a lot of ammunition just now."

Daryl hesitated. He thought that Zhang Qiang might be embarrassed if he ran out of ammunition.

After all, some things are the responsibility of the leader. Although Daryl has not yet become Zhang Qiang's follower, he recognizes Zhang Qiang as the leader of the team.

When Zhang Qiang heard Daryl asking about ammunition, he suddenly became sensitive. Could it be that Daryl was here to find out his secret?

“This is not your concern, you just need to know that I will give everyone enough bullets before each battle.

Otherwise, the battle would not have happened.”

Zhang Qiang's expression was a little cold. He thought Daryl's question went beyond the limit.

Even if he is More's brother, he is not yet one of the followers, and Zhang Qiang cannot trust Daryl 100%.

"But I have the right to know these things! Not to suddenly have to fight a bunch of idiots because of your whim."

Daryl's voice reached downstairs, and Moore hurried up with peanut butter in his arms.

Seeing Zhang Qiang and his brother Daryl looking at each other on the second floor, neither of them spoke. He chose to put his arm around Daryl's shoulders and consoled him:

"I'm giving you a piece of advice, brother. Just trust him. He won't let us die..."

Moore is Zhang Qiang's most willing assistant. Seeing him come to smooth things over, Zhang Qiang calmed down a little and prepared to give Daryl an answer.

He walked behind the cafeteria window and sneered at Daryl, "What do you want? An answer that will make you feel at ease?"

"Or is this a PKM machine gun?"

Zhang Qiang took out a black light machine gun from under the dining table. The dark and slender gun body, with a barrel that was almost twice as long as that of a rifle, demonstrated its fierce firepower and range.

"Or an RPG launcher? Can I give you a few more shells?"

Zhang Qiang bent down and took out a shoulder-launched artillery shell from under the dining table. He fiddled with several shells at random at the window of the dining table.

"Or is it this... the violent aesthetics of men! .50 Desert Eagle?"

Zhang Qiang took out a large, heavy pistol that was shining silver.

"Wait... I know! You definitely want this!!"

Zhang Qiang pretended to be crazy and took out a gray sniper rifle that was extremely long and almost as tall as those students when standing up! !

Barrett xm109 payload!! Using .50BMG bullet!!

Lightly armored target, I'll show you!!

Daryl and Maul had their mouths open, their expressions almost numb.

Zhang Qiang put down the guns on the dining table one by one and put them back into the panel warehouse.

This wave of active exposure, if Moore can't control Daryl's mouth, then don't blame Zhang Qiang for being cold-blooded.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang suddenly received a panel prompt.

"Ding! Daryl has become your follower."

"Hidden mission [Boss] completed. Open the specialty slot to unlock!"