Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

As night falls, the number of pedestrians on the streets of the community decreases. Except for friends who go to the bar together, the well-behaved residents rarely go out at night.

After all, Borken is not a community for the rich. The public security in ordinary communities in the United States is simply unworthy of its status as the world's most developed country.

In a neighborhood where most black people live, outside a bar called Black Tide, a man wearing a hooded leather jacket and with a slightly hunched back slowly disappeared into the alley.

The last help Zhang Qiang sought from Uncle Sewo was just a set of sturdy and well-fitting clothes and a dagger.

He knew that no matter how much more, Sevo could not give him, after all, Sevo's prostheses were second-hand goods given by the Veterans Service Center.

Before leaving, Sevo did not warn Zhang Qiang not to do anything illegal, but only told him to protect himself. Sevo did not say anything more, but the sadness on his face was obvious.

No matter what Uncle Sevo was thinking, at least he guessed one thing right: Zhang Qiang chose to embark on a path of violence.

Zhang Qiang hid behind a trash can in the alley, enduring the stench of rotting garbage, just waiting for an opportunity.

Two years ago, when he first wandered into the community, he was bullied by a small black gang. Not only did he work for free for that group of black trash, he was also insulted with racist language.

He tried to resist and get his pay back, but was beaten up.

This made him, who used to live in his home country, understand what real racial discrimination is.

Asians are hardworking, kind, gentle and polite, so they are seen as a symbol of weakness and deserve to be bullied.

And this group of black trash are committing violent crimes, and are vulgar and lazy with their racial nature.

They confidently shout against racial discrimination, but often bully the weaker and more vulnerable racial groups.

Skin color is not wrong, but the stereotype of dark skin is too common.

In conclusion, Mo deserves to be discriminated against.

As for the black gang that once bullied him, Zhang Qiang believed that the conflict between them had not reached the point of life and death.

Maybe if I beat them up I could settle the matter.

Unfortunately, the mission issued by Golden Finger requires killing enemies. They have a grudge against Zhang Qiang and are considered to be the only hostile group against Zhang Qiang in the community.

As for zombies, Zhang Qiang doesn’t want to encounter these things now!

The zombies' immortality requires the destruction of their brains, but the hard skull perfectly protects the newly mutated zombies.

Zhang Qiang would rather sneak attack a living person than fight a zombie with a dagger.

"It's better not to let me meet Brother Ni of the Xi'an Gang who is alone, otherwise..."

Zhang Qiang sneered in a low voice, squatting in the dark corner of the trash can, waiting for his prey to appear.

Time passed little by little, and the loud music in the bar could be heard by Zhang Qiang from a long distance away.

During this time, a black man passed by in the alley, but Zhang Qiang did not take any action.

He knew the characteristics of the members of the Xian Gang. These guys liked to wear green baseball caps and green T-shirts. Zhang Qiang was just waiting for people with these characteristics to appear.

Soon, there was a noise at the door of the bar, and a group of black people wearing green T-shirts and green baseball caps walked out drunk.

A few drunk black men pushed each other, greeted each other's mothers with vulgar words, and then left in a bored manner.

The sound of chaotic and weak footsteps sounded alone at the entrance of the alley.

Zhang Qiang, who was squatting behind the trash can, pinched his thigh suddenly and forced himself to cheer up.

After lurking for a long time, his eyelids began to droop.

The drunken green figure passed by the trash can without noticing the pair of piercing eyes staring at him in the darkness.

Zhang Qiang pricked up his ears and heard no other footsteps at the alley entrance. He stood up and followed the lone black man from the Xi'an Gang.

"wtf?"

Sensing that there seemed to be someone behind him, the black man slowly turned around, thinking that his companion was trying to play a trick on him. He was about to let out a fancy fart.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu!!"

A pair of large hands wearing nylon gloves suddenly covered the black man's mouth.

Then, a continuous tingling and burning sensation came from the back of the waist.

The black man's eyes bulged out due to pain. He waved his hands desperately, trying to pry open the hands covering his mouth and shouted for help.

Zhang Qiang covered the black man's mouth with his left hand. He held the dagger in his right hand and stabbed him in the waist again and again. A large amount of blood flowed from the blade, and the warmth stained Zhang Qiang's palm.

“Mmmm – help…!!”

Even with the numbness of alcohol, this black trash still felt extremely painful.

It was not until Zhang Qiang used all his strength and stabbed him in the back with a knife, and the dagger collided violently with his spine, that the black man completely stopped moving.

"Die!!! Die well!!"

With a ferocious face, Zhang Qiang loosened his arms that were still holding the black man's body, and pushed the body to the ground with its back facing up.

Ka La! !

Zhang Qiang felt relieved after stepping on the back of the corpse's neck and breaking his cervical vertebrae completely to prevent him from standing up after being revived.

The [Mission] panel appeared in Zhang Qiang's field of vision, reminding him that the "First Blood" mission had been completed.

Zhang Qiang did not accept the reward, but immediately dragged the black man's body to a more secluded corner of the alley.

After observing again that there was no one around, he began to search the black man's body for valuables.

It was time to get back the previous interest. Zhang Qiang touched the black man's wallet and took out all the cash from it. After another round of searching, he actually found a pistol behind the guy's waist.

It was too dark to see the model, but the heavy feeling of the pistol made Zhang Qiang a little scared. Fortunately, the damn black guy was a drunk!

Otherwise, if he gets any chance to fight back, Zhang Qiang will be in great danger! !

After dragging the body together with some scattered garbage in the alley and hiding it roughly, Zhang Qiang heard the sound of lonely footsteps coming from the alley again. He hurriedly put on his hood and left quickly.

The owner of the footsteps swayed his body, and a sniffing sound came from his face with his nostrils twitching.

He seemed to smell a wonderful smell, and his throat made a stirring sound. He walked towards the garbage pile where the body was hidden with a strange posture and dug open the garbage...

The sound of birds chirping rang out in the woods. After opening his eyes hazily, Zhang Qiang sat up and looked around.

This is a dilapidated little tree house, and no one knows who built it. Before he moved to the warehouse, the tree house had always been Zhang Qiang's shelter.

After what happened last night, Zhang Qiang threw away his blood-stained jacket and gloves. Now he was wearing a sweatshirt and had a black pistol beside him.

"It turned out to be an M9. Is there any M9 for civilian use?"

Zhang Qiang, the fake military fan, picked up the pistol and looked at it carefully, then inadvertently pointed the gun at his face.

"Hold!"

He shuddered, almost dropped the gun, and then slapped himself in the face.

Never point the gun at yourself!

Zhang Qiang reminded himself repeatedly in his heart!

He checked the task panel.

[First Blood]: Kill an enemy or a zombie.

Status: Completed.

This time, Zhang Qiang chose to receive the reward without hesitation.

141 Task Force Qualifying Level Scoring Physical Skills.

M4a1 factory firearm and four full magazines.

In an instant, he felt his head and body getting hot, and some unprecedented fighting knowledge emerged in his mind.

At the same time, many muscles in his body became more flexible and powerful, and his tendons and ligaments became elastic, so that he seemed able to perform extremely difficult fighting moves at any time.

"Mission board, Task Force 141. It's totally related to the game Call of Duty."

Zhang Qiang was a little excited, but also a little disappointed. It seemed that his golden finger was destined to have nothing to do with the extraordinary things in the novel.

In the Call of Duty game, those special forces soldiers who can move with great speed, slide smoothly and shoot accurately, ultimately have a ceiling that is the peak of normal humans.

It's definitely not as good as Captain America... Hawkeye and the like...

Unless... it involves the 11th, 12th, and 13th generation games. The military products in them are already at the level of future science fiction.

His eyes flashed to the unlocked column on the panel, and Zhang Qiang noticed the column of continuous rewards. His mind suddenly became excited, and he thought of those terrifying modern hot weapons in the Call of Duty series...

Unmanned reconnaissance aircraft that can detect enemy positions, precision-guided air-to-ground missiles! There are also armed helicopter support, helicopter gunners... and even aerial gunboats that dominate air-to-ground firepower...

Damn, if he could really use these, Zhang Qiang wouldn't have any problem protecting himself in a world full of zombies. If he worked well, he could even develop his own warlord power.

I just don't know if there are mutant zombies in this world...

Touching his hungry stomach, Zhang Qiang sighed and decided to find some food first.

He thought he had hidden well last night. The popularity of street surveillance in the United States is very poor, and the police will definitely not be able to find him in a short time.

Besides... the appearance of zombies doesn't leave much time for the police.

Zhang Qiang browsed the panel functions and noticed that the panel warehouse had been unlocked.

When I clicked on it, I saw that the corresponding m4a1 (original) had been unlocked, and there were also individual weapons from various countries, but all of them were unlocked.

Pistols, rifles, shotguns, submachine guns, machine guns, sniper rifles, melee weapons, and individual launchers are all unlocked, except for the m4a1 in the rifle column.

Zhang Qiang's mind moved, and the M4A1 appeared in his arms. The black gun body was exquisite, and it felt very heavy in his arms, but after holding it in his hand, the unfamiliar feeling of holding the gun made him feel uncomfortable.

The whole gun is not heavy, with official data showing it is only about 3 kilograms, but Zhang Qiang has basically no experience in using firearms.

After fumbling with the gun for a while and learning from his previous experience in games, Zhang Qiang understood how to aim and fire. However, when he thought about hitting the target, he felt very unconfident.

Trying to store the m4a1 into the panel warehouse, the rifle in Zhang Qiang's hand disappeared! It worked!

Zhang Qiang was very happy because the space storage function of the panel warehouse was very convenient.

After climbing down the tree house, Zhang Qiang decided to return to the community.

Today he was rich, and the black trash contributed less than two hundred dollars to him, of which there were no Franklins (100), but more 20 and other small denominations.

In the community, several police cars were patrolling the area. I wonder if this was because of the riot at Atlanta City Center Hospital.

Today, there have been a number of vicious assaults in the community, but most of the crazy people who injured people have been arrested and detained by police officers, or their magazines have been emptied.

Zhang Qiang walked calmly on the street, watching the police cars coming and going with sirens blaring, but he, a true murderer, was still at large.

I looked at my watch and it was already ten forty in the morning.

Zhang Qiang did not go to a crowded restaurant to eat. He had enough money in his pocket, but when he thought about the fact that this was the eve of the zombie crisis, he could be in danger of accidents if he went to a crowded place.

He came to the vicinity of Lao Bai's convenience store, where there were many food trucks. After wandering for several years, he could finally splurge a little today and eat more hamburgers, hot dogs, ice cream and other high-calorie foods.

After filling his stomach, Zhang Qiang put on the mask given by Lao Bai and went to his store.

"Hmm... hm? Qiang, your clothes look nice."

When Lao Bai saw Zhang Qiang pushing the door open, he recognized him after he calmed down a little.

Zhang Qiang smiled back, then said to Lao Bai:

"Morning, Old White. Is there any news on TV today? Or in the newspapers?"

Lao Bai looked at the old TV hanging in the store and said seriously:

"It's all news about people rioting. These rioters...are a little strange...their behaviors and expressions are surprisingly consistent...like crazy beasts..."

Zhang Qiang bought a pack of cigarettes. During the years of wandering, cigarettes were his only entertainment.

"Old White, you should make some plans. I wasn't kidding you yesterday. Some of these things really exist."

Zhang Qiang said to Lao Bai in a gloomy tone.

Afterwards, he left the convenience store on his own without caring about Lao Bai's reaction.

The reminders that need to be made have already been made, and all we can say is to respect the fate of others.

There was another "ding" sound in his mind. Zhang Qiang checked the panel and saw a new option in the taskbar:

[Messenger Arrival]: Save a survivor.

reward:

141 Task Force qualified in sports shooting.

M9 pistol (original) x1.

M9 full ammo magazines x5.

Zhang Qiang frowned. If he wanted to kill the enemy, he still had a target to look for, but where would he go to save the survivors?

It is definitely still on the eve of the zombie crisis. Even if there are "violent incidents", the neighbors and police in the community will know about it first.

How can I help those who are being attacked by zombies when I don’t even have property in the neighborhood?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang suddenly had an idea.

Community, homeless warehouse.

Several homeless people lay on the plank beds in their respective living areas, looking at the high roof of the warehouse with pale faces.

Could the minor flu that the government is talking about really be that serious?

An old homeless man lying on a plank bed coughed violently, and lung fluid containing bright red plasma immediately sprayed out of his throat.

"Fuck! Lao Jin! Why are you so serious!!!"

Sevo looked at the old homeless man lying on the plank bed. He was wearing a mask. Just as he was about to go over to clean the old man's mouth and nose, the old man's neck tilted, his eyes widened, and he became motionless.

"What's going on? He's dead?!"

A homeless couple, also wearing masks, came over to help. Looking at Lao Jin's painful and frozen face, they were both a little panicked.

Sadness appeared on Sewo's face. He was about to say something when he saw Lao Jin, who was covered with a quilt, slowly stand up...

"Old Jin is fine, stop talking nonsense!"

Sewo's face showed joy. Lao Jin is fine! He can still hold on!

“Hoooooo!!!”

An inhuman roar echoed throughout the warehouse.

Old Jin, with blood on his mouth and nose, suddenly opened his cloudy eyes ferociously and pounced on Sewo, who was closest to him.

"Fuck! Lao Jin, what are you doing!"

Still carrying the fighting instincts of a retired soldier, Sewo pushed towards Lao Jin who was rushing towards him.

Old Jin's old body actually burst out with great strength! This made Sewo's push stagnate.

But after a brief standoff, Sevo saw that Lao Jin was still crazy, so he stopped holding back. Under Sevo's full push, Lao Jin's body fell backwards.

Bang! Click!

Lao Jin's head just happened to hit a piece of scrap metal nearby. The angular metal directly broke a corner of Lao Jin's skull, and a lot of blood immediately gushed out of his head!!!

"what!!!!!"

"wtf!!!"

The homeless couple was so frightened by this horrifying scene that they screamed.

But then, something even more terrifying happened to everyone present! Old Jin, who was seriously injured and had a deformed head, actually stood up slowly from the ground and rushed to the plank bed in front of him as if nothing had happened! !

There was a homeless man lying on the bed who was also sick! !

Lao Jin’s distorted face pressed against the homeless man’s cheek, and the tragic screams resounded throughout the warehouse again!