Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Sean has known for a long time that Rick has mental problems, but he didn't expect that this guy even has hallucinations. Now surrounded by zombies, he can't waste any more time. It will be dangerous if Rick has a problem again.

Sean quickly replaced the magazine of his MP5 with a full one and fired indiscriminately at the zombies pouring in from the surrounding area. A large amount of rotten flesh and black blood splattered, and seven or eight zombies fell to the ground.

Rick held a pistol and provided cover for Sean. The two of them cooperated perfectly. The zombies that came towards them could only get two steps away from them before being shot dead by one of them.

Rotting corpses kept falling to the ground. Rick's clothes were stained by the zombies' rotten flesh, and there were black blood spots on his face. The space gained by shooting the zombies was almost enough, so Rick put his arm around Sean's back and ran towards the car with him.

The two men opened the car door and got in. The moment Rick inserted the car key and started the car, a pair of gray-black rotten hands hit the car window.

Bang bang bang!

The zombies clung to the car's windshield and windows. The car roared and knocked over several zombies. The unlucky zombies were even rolled under the car, and their rotten bodies were crushed by the wheels, emitting a large amount of black blood.

Sean flipped from the back seat to the passenger seat, his butt rubbing against Rick's head. He looked back at the zombies in the community and sighed:

"Fortunately there are no mutant zombies."

Rick said nothing, stepped on the accelerator silently, and sped back to the Alexandria community.

Sean turned to look at the silent Rick and simply stopped talking to provoke his good brother. He thought Rick was going crazy just because he was thinking about Carl. After all, the father and son hadn't said a few words to each other since Carl came to Alexandria.

Outside the Alexandria community, Carl drove away Ron and Enid's car, Patrick drove the pickup truck, and everyone escorted Ron and Enid back again.

Eric gave Ron's injured hand a simple disinfection and bandage. He looked at Ron calmly, hiding the murderous intent in his heart.

If there were guys like these who dared to point guns at their own people in school, the instructors would not punish them even if they killed them.

Unfortunately, this was in Alexandria, a place that had not yet been completely assimilated by the Destiny Front. Everyone could only take this bastard back and hold his family accountable and warn them.

On the way back, Alan looked at the receding trees outside the car window with boredom. Her goal had not made any progress, but instead was hindered by the development of the Alexandria community. The feeling of irritation in her heart was increasing as time went by.

Crack! Chi chi chi!!

bang bang bang! ! !

The front and rear windshields of the pickup truck suddenly shattered, gunshots were heard from the rear of the car, and a volley of bullets passed through the seats. Patrick almost turned the steering wheel, causing the pickup truck to crash into the woods on the side of the road!

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!!" Alan picked up the walkie-talkie, curled up under the seat and shouted into the walkie-talkie.

In the leading car, Carl also heard the gunshots. He glanced at the rearview mirror, picked up the intercom on his right and responded:

"What should I do! Where is the enemy? Should we go back?!"

Carl couldn't see the enemies attacking from behind at all. There was a truck following the car, and only Alan and his team could find the enemy's position!

In the pickup truck, Alan glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a group of people on motorcycles appearing out of nowhere and speeding up to follow closely behind the car.

The distance between the two sides was about a hundred meters, but the motorcycle accelerated very quickly, constantly closing the distance between the two sides.

Alan saw that behind the motorcycle, there were a large number of vehicles driving on the road. There was no doubt that this was a large group of enemies!

"Go straight toward the road!! Don't lead them back to the community!"

Alan made a decision immediately that she could not do such a stupid thing as bringing the enemy back to the base camp, and at the same time she called Maggie.

"Maggie, we were attacked, but there are no casualties at the moment. We will lead them along the road to the east of the community. We need support!"

On the other end of the intercom, Maggie responded quickly: "Zizi...How many people are there? Are they the Wolf Clan? Or the Saviors?"

"Probably dozens of people! I'm not sure of their identities! Damn it!"

Alan no longer responds to Maggie's calls, and as more and more bullets hit the pickup truck, she must stop her companions from fighting back.

In the trunk, Eric was guarding Ron and Enid. He lay in the trunk, not daring to show his head for fear of being shot by the gunman on the motorcycle.

Eric didn't bring his drone this time, and he began to regret his choice.

"Eric, get out the machine gun and fight back! Let those two bastards be your human sandbags! What are you waiting for!"

Alan's urging voice rang out in the cab. Eric, who was still lying on the ground with his head in his hands, looked at Ron embarrassedly. The sudden attack made Ron lying in the back compartment, screaming in fear.

"I'm sorry."

Under Enid's horrified gaze, Eric pulled out the pistol from his waist and hit Ron hard on the chin, knocking him unconscious.

Then, Eric slowly crawled in the trunk, adjusted his position, and pushed Ron to the rear of the car.

"Listen! This is your own fault. If you want to survive, don't affect me. Letting this damn guy take the bullet for us is the best option."

Eric said to Enid coldly.

Enid and Ron were both ungagable, and she responded with a trembling "I know! I know!"

Seeing that Enid was willing to cooperate, Eric pulled out his dagger and pried open the plastic straps that bound Enid's hands and feet. The bumps caused by the speeding pickup truck almost caused him to scratch Enid's hands and feet.

After untying her wrists, Enid moved her painful wrists. She forced herself to remain calm and asked Eric, "What do you need me to do?"

Eric took out the MG338 machine gun from the package. He placed the tripod on the unconscious Ron and said to Enid:

"I can't lead this group of people back to the community. Your parents should also be in the community, so now, we can only fight them and find a chance to get rid of them."

Eric took out two grenades from his bag, handed them to Enid, and continued:

"Listen to my orders. When I start counting down, unplug the ring. When I reach 1, throw it gently into the air. Stay calm. It's not difficult."

The cold touch of the grenade frightened Enid, but when she heard Eric mention his parents and thought about the vicious strangers outside, she felt that she should also take some responsibility.

"Okay...ok, I'll listen to you." Enid nodded repeatedly at Eric.

Eric hummed and reminded her, "Watch your ears."

"what?!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta————!!!

Without waiting for Enid to react, Eric pulled the trigger and fired wildly at the motorcyclists chasing after the pickup truck!

A series of tongues of fire continued to spew out from the muzzle, and 8.6mm bullets were fired towards the enemy regardless of consumption. Seven or eight motorcycles that were chasing the pickup truck evaded at high speed, but fell to the ground halfway in an instant. The drivers had never expected that the pickup truck had such heavy firepower!

"Well done."

Alan leaned half of his body out of the car window, holding the MCX rifle and praising Eric.