Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

After Zhang Qiang finished his exercise and returned to the camp, he happened to see An Zhui arguing with Daryl.

Ann chased after the van, pointed at Daryl, and yelled:

“You can’t just take these things whenever you want!!!

You want cigarettes? ! Okay! Go find them yourself! ! "

Daryl held the crumpled dollar between his fingers, looked at Andrew Perkins speechlessly, and explained:

"I mean buy, buy, you know, man? You're too excited."

Sevo watched the two young men with a smile on his face and did not intervene.

He can't be the peacemaker in all situations, as that would make him seem too attention-seeking.

And, now it’s just a small thing.

"No, who knows if this thing is still useful..."

An Zhui shook his head and shook his brown curly hair in a frantic refusal, but he stopped quickly and almost dropped his wig...

Seeing this, Zhang Qiang suddenly had an idea and walked over.

He jumped past An Zhui into the carriage. An Zhui was about to scold him, but when he saw it was Zhang Qiang, he immediately shut up.

He could not forget Zhang Qiang's previous cruel methods.

People directly killed Lao Jin who had turned into a zombie.

"Hey Qiang, you have to save some too! We are running low on fresh water and canned food! All we have left are some puffed foods! Junk snacks!!"

After thinking about it, An Zhui reminded Zhang Qiang that he now had a clear position on himself, which was to manage supplies for their "Wanderer Team".

It is no longer possible to smoke cannabis. Guarding a pile of supplies and counting them every day is An Zhui and Kendall's entertainment activity.

Zhang Qiang dug out a pack of Camel cigarettes from a pile of supplies, took out two packs and threw them to Daryl.

"For you and your brother. He just suffered a lot. I don't think we need to ruin our relationship."

Daryl caught the cigarette in his arms and stuffed the US dollar in his hand into An Zhui's arms.

He wanted to ask what happened between Zhang Qiang and Moore, but suddenly another question popped up in his mind:

"How does he know that Mor is my brother?"

Zhang Qiang didn't pay attention to Daryl's gaze.

He decided to look for familiar faces in his memory. First, he decided to look for Glenn, who was also Asian in the convoy.

This young Asian man wearing a hat is inconspicuous in the team, but who would have thought that Glenn has the talent of a "living map".

He is an extremely important member of the doomsday survival team!

Glenn was moving his luggage out of old Dale's RV. He had a camping tent that he was going to set up in the open space nearby to stay in at night.

Zhang Qiang approached Glenn who was busy and started chatting:

“Hey man, are you Korean?”

Glenn, with his back to Zhang Qiang, trembled. Now he was not one of the future combat forces, but just a timid young delivery man.

He thought Zhang Qiang was here to cause trouble.

"Ah yes, can you tell? Are you Korean too?"

Glenn turned around and saw Zhang Qiang, who also had an Asian face. He instantly became very excited and enthusiastic.

Nothing could be more reassuring than meeting fellow countrymen in this situation.

"No, I'm Chinese."

Zhang Qiang was more than half a head taller than Glenn. After hearing Zhang Qiang's answer, Glenn's eyes dimmed for a moment, then regained his enthusiasm:

"What do you want from me? How can I help you?"

Although Glenn has a strong ability to take risks, he lacks the sense of security that comes from his status in this makeshift team.

So now he seems to be trying to please others.

"Not yet, just came to get to know each other."

Zhang Qiang shook his head, and the two men shook hands and exchanged a few words.

At this time, Zhang Qiang heard the laughter of women and children. He turned around and saw Lori playing with her son Carl.

'I wonder if my presence will affect the development of the plot. Will the team members go to Atlanta to search for supplies and meet the protagonist Rick...'

Zhang Qiang thought to himself.

Anyway, Zhang Qiang will definitely explore outside the mining camp and clear out some zombies to earn points.

After helping Glenn set up the tent, Zhang Qiang improved his favor with Glenn and went to Daryl and More. At this time, More had returned from the lake with a red and swollen face.

That was the lesson Zhang Qiang left him.

Moore rubbed his face, looking unlucky, and complained to his brother Daryl:

“I just had a chat with that yellow-skinned guy. He is indeed a tough guy. You’d better not cause trouble for him.

Of course, if he dares to bully you, I will destroy him!"

Daryl looked at his brother with a smile but said nothing.

In front of Moore, he opened a new pack of cigarettes, took one and lit it, enjoying it:

"I'm not a jerk like you, looking for trouble for no reason."

"Fuck! Where did you get the cigarettes?! Didn't you say you ran out of them on the way?! You hid them well, didn't you?!"

Moore glared at Daryl angrily and reached out to grab the cigarette box that his brother had put in his pocket.

Daryl didn't indulge him. He pushed Moore away and said impatiently, "That Asian gave it to you. This is your share."

Daryl took out a pack of unopened cigarettes and threw it into Moore's arms, then he leaned against a big tree next to him and started smoking.

"Zhang Qiang? Him?"

More held the cigarette in confusion.

Daryl didn't miss the opportunity to tease his brother and said:

"It seems that the lesson he taught you was profound enough. You pronounced his name very well."

Moore's face was gloomy, and he was about to teach his brother a lesson. Even though he couldn't beat outsiders, could he not bully his brother?

Just as Maul was about to make a scene, he saw a figure approaching from the corner of his eye.

It was Zhang Qiang.

"Hey! Zhang Qiang?! What are you doing? Is there something wrong?"

Moore's tone was unfriendly. Even if he couldn't beat Zhang Qiang, he was not afraid that the other party would take the initiative to cause trouble, because he was with his brother now, and there were two of them.

"I'm here to make myself familiar, is that a problem?!

"Were you the one who started the trouble? What? You can't get through now?!"

Zhang Qiang was not polite either. He spoke in a fierce tone and made his purpose very clear.

Moore was not angry after hearing this. He shook the cigarette in his hand, and a smirk that matched his personality appeared on his face. He said proudly:

"Since you are a sensible kid, Mr. Moore will forgive your disrespect just now."

The corners of Zhang Qiang's mouth twitched. The Dixon brothers were really interesting...

Zhang Qiang felt that Moore really didn't hold a grudge, or he didn't dare to hold a grudge. After all, he really had the urge to shoot him before, and this bastard should have realized it.

"Help each other in the future. I can see that you two brothers are strong enough."

Zhang Qiang recognized Moore's ability and praised him casually.

The smile on Moore's face froze. He felt that Zhang Qiang was really not someone who was easy to mess with. He did not have the same feeling of being easy to bully as he did when facing ordinary Asians.

"Okay! Zhang Qiang, Zhang, I'll call you that.

My name is Maul Dixon and this is my brother Darryl Dixon."

Moore took the initiative to introduce.

Daryl took the initiative to extend his hand to Zhang Qiang, and the two shook hands, thus becoming acquainted.

Zhang Qiang also shook hands with Moore in reconciliation.

"Well man, it seems Daryl feels good about you. This kid is usually very cold to others."

Maul glanced at Daryl in surprise.

Zhang Qiang shrugged his shoulders and said jokingly:

"There's a saying in our country... translated... it means something like, real men always appreciate each other."

Daryl smoked a cigarette and gave Zhang Qiang a thumbs up.

“Okay man, I’m sorry about that.

I'm just curious about you and you deserve my respect."

Moore glanced at his brother's reaction and walked up to pat Zhang Qiang on the shoulder.

The previous unpleasantness has been completely turned over.

Zhang Qiang couldn't help laughing. As a fan of the drama, who wouldn't appreciate this pair of brothers who value friendship and loyalty!

He said to Moore: "Nice to meet you, Dixon brothers!"

“Hahahahaha! I like your personality!

This group of people will probably have another bonfire party tonight to get to know each other.

How about we go have some beer then, we brothers still have some in stock!"

Moore suggested with a hearty laugh.

“No problem, although I’m not much of a drinker.

You know…um…I was a minor when I came to this country.

I lived on the streets for a few years and had little money to buy anything other than food.”

Zhang Qiang gave Moore face, but told him in advance not to have too high expectations on his drinking capacity.

Moore and Daryl looked at Zhang Qiang in surprise, and the two brothers showed their understanding of Zhang Qiang.

They have wandered before!

"Well! See you tonight!"

After Moore finished speaking, he pulled his brother Daryl and the two returned to their respective motorcycles, took their shotguns and crossbows, and prepared to get some game for tonight.

Zhang Qiang waved goodbye to them.

……

When night fell, a bonfire was lit in the middle of the camp. Because it was still summer, old Dale and Sean, who were lighting the bonfire, did not make it too big.

A group of survivors who fled gathered together and had a meal around the campfire.

After persuading the Perkinses, Sevo contributed a lot of canned food and asked the women in the team to cook it.

Zhang Qiang frowned, leaned against the truck and smoked, watching Sewo blending in with the people in the convoy, talking and laughing.

He, An Zhui, and Kendall were watching from outside the crowd, all with unhappy expressions, like outsiders.

People were talking about their experiences before the disaster, and sometimes someone would tell a joke.

Everyone briefly ignored the suffering after the disaster and enjoyed the joy of the night.

It was Sevo's turn. He talked about his military service experience, the long period of depression after returning to his hometown, and finally talked about his few remaining family members.

"Qiang! Let me tell everyone about you first."

Sewo was in the center of the crowd, shouting at Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang gave a bitter smile, put out his cigarette, walked to Sewo and said casually:

“What can I say… Since I wandered into this country, I honestly don’t know how I ended up here.

I was only 17 years old at that time, and I was attending high school in a country across the ocean..."

Zhang Qiang talked about his days of wandering, and how he finally found a place to stay after meeting Sewo.

“Uncle Sevo is the best person I have met in these years.

It can be said that he is my relative, although we have been together for less than two years. But he took care of me and allowed me to survive and get through the most difficult days..."

After Zhang Qiang finished telling his story of wandering, none of the beautiful Chinese people around him thought that he had come here illegally. Instead, they thought that he was a lucky person who had been forgotten by some human trafficking organization.

Everyone looked at him with pity.

Zhang Qiang was speechless.

"Hey! Zhang! We hunted a deer!! Come and help!"

Moore's voice came from the darkness. Zhang Qiang looked back and saw that this guy was carrying a skinny young deer on his shoulders. Unexpectedly, they actually got a reward.

"Excuse me, everyone."

Zhang Qiang left the crowd.

Old Dell, who was sitting with Sevo, frowned and whispered to Sevo:

"You have to remind the kid that the Dixon brothers don't communicate much with us... No one knows what kind of people they are..."

Sevo nodded. He knew that Dale was implicitly reminding that the Dixon brothers were not easy to deal with, so he responded:

"I'll let him pay attention. Don't worry, he's a good boy and very alert."