Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

In the center of Glentown Park, a group of white gang members patrolled the area in an orderly manner. Some were preparing food, while only a few were discussing strategy around a wooden table.

“Maia’s attack on the school must have failed. They haven’t come back yet. They must be dead or captured.

We should send someone to take a look.”

A white man wearing earrings spoke very quickly.

"Okay. Let Deacon and the drunkard go. They're not easy to deal with. This is a test for the new recruits."

"Oh, you sent them both away, don't you want to chat with the new man's wife?"

"fart!!"

The meeting of the four white men was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The Woxing Gang, an organization that used to operate under the banner of white supremacy, has begun to accept black people in their camps, and it is not only white people who work in the camps.

Deacon and the drunkard are white people from northwestern Oregon, and there is a natural gap between them and these white people from Georgia.

Regional discrimination is also very serious in the United States.

The drunkard is a bald, white, strong man with a tattoo on his head. His right hand is disabled and his entire forearm is replaced by a prosthesis. He also carries replacement parts for the prosthesis with him.

Deacon, nicknamed Dick, is a white man with a beard and a handsome appearance. He and the drunkard are both members of the Oregon Motorcycle Party and are close friends.

After being assigned the task, the two rode their motorcycles directly to the vicinity of the school. Their motorcycles were highly modified and even had nitrogen acceleration.

The two men were not fools. They stopped two streets away from the school and decided to walk closer to the school to observe.

In the green belt woods outside the school, Deacon and the drunkard squatted in the bushes and used binoculars to observe the interior of the school.

The iron fence could not block much of the view, so Deacon and the drunkard could get some idea of ​​what was going on inside the school.

The telescope swept across the grass in front of the school gate, and Deacon exclaimed "Damn it" softly.

Twelve human heads were impaled on wooden sticks and placed on the grass as road signs.

When the drunkard heard Deacon muttering, he immediately grabbed the telescope and looked at it himself.

“Oh my god, these guys are so brutal, how did the people in the camp provoke them?

Dick! Let's get out of here. I don't want to get into trouble with a bunch of drug dealers."

"Hoo..."

The drunkard's mumbling attracted a zombie wandering nearby. He put down his binoculars and looked behind him. The zombie was still outside the bushes, sniffing around with its nose twitching.

"You're right man, let's go, I'll go back and get the salad and leave."

Deacon also glanced at the zombies behind him. He and the drunkard looked at each other and nodded, then he drew the dagger from his waist and walked towards the zombies.

The two men were on the left and the right, and when the zombies discovered them, they immediately roared ferociously.

The drunk shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and punched the zombie's head with his steel right fist!

Ka La! !

With his sturdy arms and weight far exceeding that of an ordinary person, he swung a real iron fist, which directly smashed a dent in the zombie's forehead.

Seeing the zombie staggering and kneeling on the ground, Deacon was not dead yet. He swung the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the back of the zombie's head cleanly, pulling it out and killing it.

After the two left, Daryl, who had been smoking on a tree in the green belt woods, slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

No matter where you come from, when you arrive in Georgia, you must be careful of the top junglers - the Dixon brothers...

The drunk and Deacon rode back to the park camp.

After reporting the situation to his superiors, Deacon went to find his wife "Sarah".

In the tent area, civilians without combat capability were exchanging useful supplies with each other. These people looked very thin and not as strong as other members of the Woxing Gang.

Deacon walked through the crowd of smelly people who had not taken a shower for a long time. Sarah was not in her tent and no one knew where she had gone.

"Cap? Mr. Dickon St. John?"

A yellow-faced white boy bumped into Deacon's legs. He stared at the baseball cap on Deacon's head and said with some fear.

This is the person Aunt Sarah told him to look for, and his distinguishing feature is the black peaked cap that Dickon wears backwards on his head.

Dickon stared, not trying to scare the boy, he was just wondering why the boy knew his name.

"Aunt Sarah was taken to the back mountain by the people from Woxing. You should go and save her quickly! Many girls have gone there and never returned..."

The boy stammered.

"what?!"

After hearing this, Deacon's eyes immediately sparkled. Who would dare to set his sights on his wife?

He had just arrived at the park camp and had no idea what was so dirty here. After hearing what the little boy said, Deacon felt like he understood!

If he had known this would happen, he would have continued wandering with his wife and brothers.

Deacon quickly ran to the woods behind the mountain and found faint footprints on the mud. He concentrated his attention and tracked them, and soon followed the footprints to an abandoned warehouse.

This appears to be where the park's former staff stored their tools.

sand……

There was a noise coming from the woods behind him. Deacon calmly pulled out his pistol, turned around and aimed.

"Ooooh! Calm down Dick, we're just here to see what you're doing."

Following Deacon was the small leader of the Woxing Gang, who was also Deacon’s so-called superior.

The white man, who looked a little fat, raised his hands and looked at Dick calmly, signaling Dick to relax.

But the three men behind the fat leader were reaching for the pistols at their waists...

Deacon stared coldly at the fat chief and the three men behind him. He didn't need to listen to anything more from this bastard because he had already made the decision.

"Are you looking for your wife Sarah? Sorry mate, Simon has his eye on her, so don't be mad, okay? Join us, we can share a lot..."

Bang! Crack!!!

The fat head's aim was responded by the drunkard's heavy punch. The drunkard caught up with him at some point and hit a white man's back of the head with his iron fist, crushing the opponent's head with one punch.

The attacked minion had blood gushing out of his mouth and nose, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he fell to his knees on the ground, losing his voice.

"Fuck!! You guys are going to..."

bang bang bang! ! !

Before the fat leader finished shouting, the other two henchmen were about to draw their guns and shoot the drunkard, but the one who was faster than them was Deacon. The two sides were only more than 20 meters apart, and Deacon fired three shots in a row, leaving bloody holes on the foreheads of the fat leader and the henchmen one by one.

"Why are you here, drunkard? Didn't you go out to drink?"

"Humph, these bastards are worthy of drinking with me!?"

The two of them bumped fists in tacit understanding as they did in the past.

Deacon was facing the door of the warehouse, where Sarah's footprints disappeared. She might have hidden inside.

boom!

The drunkard stepped forward and kicked the door of the warehouse open, and a damp and fishy smell instantly hit him in the face.

"Wtf..."

Seeing the scene in the warehouse, Deacon and the drunkard, who had just covered their mouths and noses and waved their hands to fan the air in front of them, immediately became dumbfounded...

Just as Deacon and the drunk were busy dealing with what was happening in the warehouse, a large truck drove at high speed on the street at the main entrance of the park camp.

Driving the truck was Jim, but this time he was not wearing his iconic peaked cap, but a welded iron helmet.

"Are you ready, Zhang? It's almost time to hit me!!"

Jim looked at the cars parked across the park gate and simply ignored the two minions standing guard behind the gate.

"Fuck!! What do they want to do!!"

"Oh no, they're trying to break down the door!!"

The two minions cried out in surprise, picked up the walkie-talkies at their waists, and ran away to report the situation to others.

Chi!

A silent black shadow suddenly attacked from the bushes beside the path, and a crossbow arrow pierced the chest of one of the minions.

The figure lurking in the bushes put down the hunting crossbow in his hand that he had just fired, raised his pistol and shot at another fleeing gangster.

chug!!

Two shots from the silenced pistol hit the minion, one in the chest and one in the head.

Daryl emerged from the bushes, put his pistol back into its holster, and picked up the arrow loaded on the crossbow from the ground.

Then, he picked up the intercom on his chest and said to Zhang Qiang on the other end:

“clear.”

Zhang Qiang was standing in the truck's cabin. Jim had used a hacksaw to saw a big hole in the roof of the cabin, making it easier for him to lean over and shoot.

Next to him was a crudely welded, heavy iron helmet, also made by Jim, the great repairman.

"Is the route correct?"

Zhang Qiang confirmed to Daryl.

Zhi…

"Yes, their camp is not far from the entrance. You can reach it by going straight. The gang members inside are wearing the same clothes. There are about twenty of them."

Daryl replied.

Zhang Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. What was about to happen was a war of hot weapons between people. He was not at ease at all.

"Darryl, don't save your arrows. I still have a lot of good stuff. Ensure your own safety and create enough chaos for them!"

Facing Zhang Qiang's repeated reminder, Daryl looked at the special arrows placed on the hunting crossbow rack and replied coldly:

"no problem."

BANG!!! CLAN!!!

The park gate was pushed open by a speeding truck, and the two iron gates were ejected backwards.

The three people in the truck were also shaken all over, and Sean, who was sitting in the passenger seat, almost vomited.

"Moir, have you found their leader? Just kill him with a snipe!!! Don't waste time!"

Zhang Qiang in the carriage shouted into the intercom.

The trucks would soon be rushing into the enemy camp, so Moore had better act immediately.

"Zhang, I found something interesting. I might have to delay for a while."

Moore replied on the intercom.

"What? Don't fucking mess up the plan!!!"

Zhang Qiang's angry voice rang out over the intercom.

On the back mountain, Moore, carrying a Dragov sniper rifle, showed no fear when facing Deacon who was pointing the gun at him. He even grinned slyly while talking to Zhang Qiang on the walkie-talkie.

Behind Deacon and the drunkard were a group of dishevelled women and girls, and even younger ones.

Sarah is a blonde white woman who had just been captured by the Woxing Gang and taken to a warehouse, but had not yet been tortured.

"Hey, man, how about you take these women and leave quickly? I don't think you belong to this group of bastards, so don't delay my work, okay?"

More remained calm and negotiated with Deacon.

In fact, he was already thinking about it. Daryl had smoked in the tree above the two men before and was not discovered. But when it was his turn, he flipped over...

The task of sniping the enemy leader was assigned to him by Zhang Qiang, and he was 100% confident that he could complete it, but the reality was so unfortunate.

"Dickon..."

Sarah wanted to persuade her husband to put down the gun, but she didn't know how to say it.

It was already difficult for her to trust strangers in this world, especially after seeing the miserable conditions of the women in the warehouse.

"Mor... Er...?"

A dull voice broke the deadlock between the two parties.

Sarah looked at the women behind her, and among the shortest group of underage girls, a little brown-haired girl with dirty clothes slowly walked out.

"Sweetheart, do you know him?"

Sarah bent down, took the little girl's hand, pointed at Moore and asked. At this moment, she looked at Moore with hatred, thinking that Moore was actually a member of this demon camp.

Moore recognized the little girl who called his name. His expression instantly turned into shock and he exclaimed:

"Sophia!? WTF!?!"

When Daya returned to school, she talked about what happened to Zhang Qiang on the farm. Naturally, Moore and Daryl also knew that Carol and her daughter were separated.

The Dixon family and Carol's family lived in the same community before the disaster. They were familiar with each other, and Carol's misfortune made the two brothers feel sad.

(In the second season of the original series, after Sofia turned into a zombie, Daryl and Carol chatted about their father's troubles. Carol knew about Daryl's father... a very brief conversation)

"Where is my mom...I miss her so much..."

Sophia talked to herself dully. She had been away from her mother for a long time. These days she had been locked up in a warehouse, in the dark, living like an animal.

She had seen many older sisters being beaten by men and doing excessive things to them... Fortunately, she had not been picked on yet.

"Hey, give her to me, she's my neighbor's daughter, and then you can go."

More stopped laughing and joking with Dickon. His face became fierce and it was obvious that he was serious.

Moore's walkie-talkie fell to the ground. In his hand, he was holding a fragmentation grenade with the pin pulled out, which he had been hiding with the walkie-talkie.

"Well, it sounds like you're not one of them. I don't think we need to attack each other."

Deacon suddenly shrugged his shoulders and put down the pistol. He felt that More's shock and words were not fake.

"Ah? Dick, you believe him now?" The drunkard was a little confused.

Moore chuckled and used his left index finger to re-insert the grenade pin that had been pulled out long ago. He picked up the intercom on the ground, glanced at Sophia with a complicated expression, and then said to Deacon:

"You'd better not go down the mountain now. A battle is about to break out..."