Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Price's calm voice came from the darkness. Chris hid behind the trees, still trying to figure out the truth of the other party's words.

swish swish...

There were more footsteps in the woods, and Chris listened carefully and heard many heartbeats.

There wasn't just a human heart beating in it, there was also a sound that Chris was familiar with.

"Roar!!!!"

"Roar!!!"

A violent sound suddenly rang out in the dense forest. The violent zombies, which had not appeared in the human activity area for a long time, appeared at this critical moment.

Dozens of pairs of eyes flashing with faint green appeared in the darkness, and strong, hunched figures appeared one after another, rushing straight towards the living people present.

"Shit! Free fire!" Price cursed. Where did this violent zombie come from? What a coincidence!

Ghost and Gary came to support after receiving the notification. Now the four members of Task Force 141 have gathered, and each of them is fully armed and well-stocked with ammunition.

A violent zombie was running in the woods. Its strong and agile body suddenly leaped up and pounced straight at Price who was smoking a cigar.

What came towards him was the stench of the violent zombies. Price reacted quickly and dodged to the side, leaving the violent zombies empty-handed.

boom!

After dodging the attack, Price lightly raised the rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger, sending the violent zombie that had stood up again beside him to death.

Blood splattered as the first shot of the fight between the living and the violent zombies was fired. Soap swung the sniper rifle in his hand behind him, pulled the shoulder strap to hold the other rifle in his arms, and without hesitation fired at the zombies running around him.

Bang bang bang bang——!!!

Blood holes exploded on the torsos and heads of seven or eight violent zombies. Before they could reach 141, they slid to their knees one by one and fell to the ground, breathless.

Among the 141 present, only Gary brought a machine gun. The heavy firepower of the MG338 machine gun instantly swept half a circle, breaking off limbs of the violent zombies that had not yet rushed over!

"Ghost, pay attention! Soap Gary, follow me to clean up the zombies!" Price gave the order decisively.

The elite qualities of Task Force 141 were immediately demonstrated when they broke through the zombie horde. The three men, holding their weapons in their hands, did not retreat but instead advanced towards the horde of violent zombies. Each of them fired fully automatic shots while moving, and the muzzles of their guns constantly adjusted their directions, killing the violent zombies that were rushing towards them one by one!

You know, shooting while marching is a very difficult technique to master. Even if ordinary soldiers can control the recoil of the gun while in action, they have to stop or slow down from time to time to control the shooting rhythm, otherwise the accuracy will drop significantly.

But the members of Task Force 141 were like recoilless headlocks. Not only did they quickly approach the swarm of zombies, but they also never stopped firing their guns. The bullets they fired accurately tore a big hole in the swarm of zombies.

Without the danger of being surrounded by the violent zombies, Ghost raised the Bushmaster ACR rifle in his hand and chased after Chris who had already run deep into the woods.

That's right, when Chris saw the situation change, he immediately seized the opportunity to run away. He was totally unlike ordinary zombies who were stubborn and would do it even if they couldn't win.

"Stop, or I'll shoot you!"

A man and a zombie were running wildly in the dark woods. Chris was tall and had long legs, and even though he was seriously injured, he could still run wildly in the woods as if he were walking on flat ground.

He ignored the darkness. The Ghost had already lost the initiative and could only chase Chris desperately, keeping close to the other's back and not letting Chris disappear from his sight.

There are still ordinary zombies wandering in the woods. Their density is not high and they have not yet formed a dense group of zombies, but they are still an obstacle to the two people's progress.

Chris kept shouldering and waving his hands, pushing away the zombies that were blocking his way. The huge force hitting the zombies with rotten bodies often caused these guys to break bones and tendons, or even shatter their bodies directly, covering Chris in black blood.

Chris kept running without looking back. He was waiting for the wound on his back to heal. At the same time, he could clearly hear the sound of running not far behind him.

"Damn it! How could he possibly catch up with me? When did this kind of superman appear in the army?"

Chris was aware of his physical fitness after the mutation. In terms of individual combat capability, no one in the U.S. Army could match him now. But the ghost kept biting him, which made Chris doubt himself for the first time.

Damn it! The ghost is still chasing me!

"Fuck! You're still fucking running!"

Behind Chris, the ghost who had been running wildly swore for the first time. It was also the first time for him to encounter such a slippery target. The zombies in the past were not so despicable.

Bang bang bang bang—! !

The ghost fired, and a volley of bullets cut through the darkness and penetrated into Chris's flesh. A few bullets even penetrated the wound on Chris's back and embedded into Chris's already weak lungs.

Chris coughed violently, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his throat through his trachea.

His pace of escape slowed down. Just now, Chris was thinking about stopping and looking for an opportunity to kill the pursuer at close range.

But he didn't expect that the pursuer's shooting skills were as accurate as the person who had sniped him before. In his current state, it would be difficult for him to block the rifle fire.

If his defenses were breached by a large number of bullets again, his lungs were completely shattered, or even his heart was accidentally shot, Chris would fall into a state of complete alienation.

But could he stop and surrender, leaving his life to the enemy? Chris didn't dare to take the risk!

In the final analysis, Chris could only grit his teeth and continue to force himself to speed up. He had already made up his mind to escape. As long as he escaped back to the pickup truck not far away and got the right equipment, he would be sure to kill the pursuers!

Bang Bang Bang!

The ghost shot another volley of bullets at Chris' waist while he was running wildly, but this time Chris learned his lesson and frequently used the surrounding trees to dodge the bullets, which made the ghost a little speechless.

How should I put it? This zombie is quite timid, but also incredibly smart!

141's mission this time was to come to Washington to help the local community deal with the zombie forces. After Zhang Qiang passed the information about the zombies to the headquarters, Kate began to arrange the relevant matters.

Dr. Sarah's laboratory was also short of materials. Ever since the blue scales were cultivated, Liu Tingbao flew back to his hometown. In Dr. Sarah's laboratory, the living tissues of the zombies were becoming less and less.

141's mission is not only to destroy the zombie forces, but also to obtain living zombies, control them safely, and bring them back to Atlanta.

There is a lone zombie in front of him that has not yet been transformed. The ghost does not want to waste the opportunity and would like to capture it alive and bring it back to complete the task.

Therefore, 141's shooting target has never been Chris's head, but it has been constantly wearing away the bulletproof skin all over Chris's body, trying to cripple him and subdue him.