Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

At the terminal, a group of zombies were picking new ingredients from the abandoned carriages.

(I originally wanted to restore the most realistic and bloody scenes, but most of the previous chapters and paragraphs have been harmonized, so I can only play around with it.)

Gray stood together with the zombie who was in charge of logistics support. Both of them were nearly three meters tall, looking down at the humans who were being chased to the slaughter area one by one.

"You beasts! You will pay the price sooner or later!"

A big white man shouted angrily at Gray who was counting.

The selected living people were not tied up, and with their physical fitness, they could not escape the control of the zombies. For example, the white man who was nearly two meters tall was like a child in front of the zombies, and was pushed and propelled by the zombies behind him.

Gray was in a bad mood today, and working with logistics was just a way for him to cover up his anger.

Dozens of compatriots who attacked the Savior Temple lost contact, and Chris who went to check on the situation did not return all night. Gray could guess that they were doomed without even thinking.

"Wait, bring that one over here."

Gray couldn't bear it as someone was provoking his anger, so he directly ordered the "shepherd" behind the white man to bring him over.

The zombie who was chasing the white man was stunned for a moment. After his slow brain realized something, he immediately stretched out his big hand like a palm leaf fan, grabbed the white man's neck, and carried him towards Gray.

The white man was held tightly in the zombie's hand, and his neck was squeezed by external force, causing blocked blood vessels to bulge out from the skin and spread to his forehead.

Gray scolded the zombie and said, "This is a snack for you! How can you break it with such force? It will become smelly!"

Upon hearing this, the zombie slowly put the white man on the ground.

Gray covered his forehead helplessly and sighed repeatedly at his stupid zombie compatriots.

The development of the Terminus was stagnant, and I really couldn't blame myself. These subordinates were not only stupid, but also had the risk of losing control in the future. No wonder the Salvation Hall, which had about 200 people, never came back.

At this time, Gray didn't know that the army of the Destiny Front was actually the one that caused his compatriots to never return.

The strong white man, who had been deprived of oxygen for a while, sat down on the ground, like a dog that had struggled with all its might under the butcher's knife, and finally got a chance to breathe easily again. He took a deep breath and almost stuck out his tongue.

Gray reached out and pinched the white man's face, making it impossible for him to close his mouth.

"Nice tongue, he'll like it very much." Gray stared at the white man's tongue. "Here's a reward for you."

The white man was still in a state of mental dullness due to lack of oxygen, and did not understand what Gray meant, but he soon found himself shrouded by a shadow. The man who had just held his corpse in one hand, now stretched out both hands...

The white man looked behind him and saw a huge face as skinny as an old man. The zombie behind him was drooling at him, with its smelly mouth open, and was about to approach him.

“No no no no no!!! Aa ...

The zombie grabbed the white man's body violently, lifted him up high, and put him close to his mouth.

The predator and the prey were like having a deep kiss at this moment, one biting the other's cheek, tearing off the latter's facial muscles and skin, and swallowing it together with the fat and meat.

As for the tongue that was already exposed under the bloody gums and was stiff due to pain, the zombie also noticed it. He opened his mouth, bit it, and turned his head to pull it out!

Gray had no interest in watching this scene, but some of the humans around him who were being driven to the slaughterhouse were even frightened to the point of incontinence.

The white man was convulsing all over and kept shaking his body in the zombie's hands. At the same time, a large amount of blood gushed out, making the zombie's upper body sticky with a large amount of plasma. It gnawed on the food in its hands, occasionally stopping to lick the corners of its mouth, or lick the blood on its wrists and shoulders.

Crack! Crack!

The sounds of bones being crushed and flesh being torn apart could be heard continuously at the terminal.

Gray twirled the pen in his hand. His huge palm was still as flexible as it had been a few years ago. He subtracted the number of creatures to be slaughtered today from the list and showed no concern for the few remaining living creatures.

Short of food? This problem is easy to solve, just find a human community to capture some.

Gray handed the list to the logistics department, turned around and walked towards his office to check the map.

On the map, most of the circled places had already been marked with an X by Gray with a red pen, and he could only cast his gaze to places farther away.

The big red words of the Salvation Hall were very eye-catching on the map, and Gray snorted.

Finally, Gray chose a small human settlement and decided to replenish the inventory here before making a decision.

......

At noon, Zhang Qiang, who was having lunch at Sigma's house, received a call from the headquarters.

"Yeah... I understand. I'll go with the search party. No need to save ammunition. Let's take down both ends at once."

Zhang Qiang put the walkie-talkie to his ear and spoke vaguely while scooping fried rice into his mouth with a spoon.

All the people sitting around the dinner table were members of the Pioneer team. When they saw Zhang Qiang suddenly receive a call, they stopped chatting and looked at Zhang Qiang intently.

Zhang Qiang hung up the phone, took the cup of water on the table and drank it in one gulp, then let out a long sigh.

"Hurry up and eat, we will be on a mission soon. Leave four crews to guard the community, Maggie, you and Glenn will be in charge of them. The rest of the search team and the pioneer team will follow me. The headquarters has informed me of the coordinates."

Zhang Qiang looked at everyone. Abraham wiped the food residue from his beard and asked, "What happened?"

"The rat's tail is exposed." A cruel smile emerged from Zhang Qiang's face...