Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

A series of new tasks appear on the panel:

[Mission: Believer]

[Some people are willing to work hard for you. They regard your will as the direction of their life. You are their sun.]

[Followers whose loyalty reaches that of believers will definitely gain mission physique after completing special tasks or exclusive tasks. 】

[Exclusive missions will be given additional legendary ratings, unlock exclusive passive skills, and unlock exclusive item purchases. ]

……

【Task: What if】

[If you have already failed, are you willing to undo the harm you have caused? ]

[The mission will go to a cruel parallel world with ideology, and can carry 100 teammates. ]

[Task reward: 1 million points. ]

[Penalty for mission failure: All selected teammates will be brain dead in reality. All existing points of the host will be cleared. Mission failure can be reset.]

Zhang Qiang carefully checked the information of the two new tasks. The believer task could be clicked but could not be started. The panel also displayed an additional string of information:

[The believer must be within 100 meters of the host to open it, and the believer will go to the mission world with ideology. 】

Zhang Qiang glanced at the remaining points on the panel. The number of over one million was still rising. It was obvious that the army was still clearing out the zombies from the outside world, resulting in continuous income of points.

Both missions seemed very mysterious, and there was not enough information given for Zhang Qiang to prepare, especially the [Mission: What If] mission. If it failed, 100 teammates would die immediately, and Zhang Qiang's remaining points would be wiped out. The punishment was quite severe.

Of course, the rewards of this mission are also huge.

One hundred million points are enough for Zhang Qiang to expand the base by two areas.

Just as Zhang Qiang was thinking about how to make a decision, Kate's voice came from the intercom on his chest:

"Chief, the diplomatic team from the Third Ring will arrive at Atlanta International Airport at 9 a.m. tomorrow. We must be ready."

"Got it. I'll go back when the scorpion comes." Zhang Qiang tilted his head and responded while pressing the intercom.

There are still many things to do in the Tianming position. The battle of the Charlotte Armored Brigade is still going on, and Zhang Qiang will also receive the diplomatic team from the Third Ring Road tomorrow.

All these things piling up together made Zhang Qiang feel tired.

"Where is this artificial intelligence? I need your help. No buddy, what else could your artificial intelligence be worried about?"

Zhang Qiang remembered the previous prompt on the panel and couldn't help but mutter to himself towards the air of the regular factory.

"Everyone has his or her own worries, don't they?" A strange male voice suddenly came from the intercom on Zhang Qiang's chest.

"……Who are you?!"

Zhang Qiang felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but he could not remember the other party's identity no matter what, nor did he know how the other party contacted him.

Zhang Qiang took the intercom in his hand and asked again: "Who are you? How did you contact me?"

"No! Were you answering me? How could you hear me even though I didn't press the button?"

Zhang Qiang was horrified, but suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind and he realized who contacted him.

This walkie-talkie is an exclusive prop for the legendary special forces that Zhang Qiang bought from the panel. Only his own people can contact this internal frequency band.

"Are you the base's artificial intelligence?"

Although Zhang Qiang responded many times, there was no more sound coming from the intercom, which made Zhang Qiang think that he was hallucinating.

"Brother, come out and have a chat. There are still many problems in this base. I haven't even been to college. I can't manage so many high-tech things!"

Zhang Qiang was sure that there was indeed a sound on the walkie-talkie, but for some reason, the artificial intelligence just muttered to him and then ignored him.

There was no other way. It would take some time to wait for Scorpion and others to arrive at the base, so Zhang Qiang started talking on the walkie-talkie to kill time.

"Good brother, if you have any troubles, please tell me and I will definitely help if I can."

"Brother, can you tell me how you appeared? You seem to be very smart!"

"Good brother, why don't you keep silent? How about I find a woman to talk to you?"

……

"...Aloof, huh?"

"I'm a DJ. Can you die if you say something?"

"May I ask where the road is? The road is under our feet..."

After a while, there was still no response from the intercom. Zhang Qiang felt a little annoyed and started singing directly into the intercom.

"With great vigor and vigor...cross the ..."

"Get up! Hungry and cold slaves..."

At the end, Zhang Qiang directly sang the Tang Dynasty Band's version of the Internationale and sang to himself.

In the military camp dormitory building, many soldiers passed by Zhang Qiang's room. Hearing Zhang Qiang singing with surging emotions, some Scorpion soldiers hummed a few lines along and then quickened their pace and left.

When Zhang Qiang finished singing out of boredom and was about to get up and go to the playground to study with the soldiers how to train the operating proficiency of exoskeleton armor, the walkie-talkie on his chest suddenly rang.

"I translated the song you sang. You are a flower grower. Why are you here?"

A look of joy suddenly appeared on Zhang Qiang's face. He thought that Brother AI would be aloof for the whole day, but he didn't expect that he couldn't help himself.

"I don't know either. You are AI, right? How did you appear here? As your summoner, I can't figure out your origins. I guess you are like Qingfeng and can't explain it." Zhang Qiang said.

Brother AI did not answer Zhang Qiang, but asked another question: "What do you think of the Lighthouse Country?"

"How beautiful?" Zhang Qiang suddenly became excited. As an angry young man, he liked to comment on similar issues the most.

“A country full of bad tastes,” he said.

"Oh? What do you mean?" asked AI brother.

Zhang Qiang frowned and said, "I'm not targeting Da Piaoliang. In fact, I think the whole world is pretty bad. Only my hometown is a little better. But Da Piaoliang always uses excuses to invade the resources of small countries, which is quite disgusting."

"You say that Mr. Ya claims to be a beacon of human civilization, but what is his actual contribution? All the technology is monopolized for an era before being left to the common people.

Of course, it may have been slightly better in the past, but the upper echelons have become increasingly corrupt. Sometimes I feel like it is like the Ming Dynasty in my hometown’s history, which has also entered its final days. They can do anything to just fight for the party.”

Zhang Qiang talked about a series of sensitive topics, which resulted in a blank in the book, but the main meaning did not change, that is, there are too many rubbish politicians in the top leadership of the United States.

How much money is earned is earned. For the sake of power and resources, they do not treat the people as human beings. Soldiers pay the army to buy equipment. The lower-class people cannot pay a lot of taxes if they do not take the initiative to extend their working hours. The national infrastructure is rubbish, etc.

"What you said is very general, but I understand that you are not satisfied with the whole world." AI brother responded.

Zhang Qiang did not deny it and directly admitted his identity: "Well, I am just an angry young man. When I see something that makes me unhappy, I can only rant... No, I have a gun now..."

"So you like war?" asked the AI.

"No, no one likes war, but someone has to clean up the world's parasites. To put it bluntly, parasites are everywhere. Even in my position, there may be some special people, but I haven't discovered them."

Zhang Qiang never boasts about how noble he is, but he doesn't think he is low either. War can only be said to be a form of struggle, but most people can't afford to play with culture, and in the end peaceful solutions can only evolve into war.