Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Sigma and Rogers were assigned to live in classroom 302.

Most of the people living in the teaching building were single workers mixed in. Survivors with families were assigned to the dormitory building, where a family could live in a small apartment.

There was no one else in classroom 302. This was the place Zhang Qiang had specially arranged for the two of them. There were three bunk beds in it, all of which were empty.

There were a few tables and a few chairs left in the classroom, and all the other things that were originally in the classroom were cleared into the school warehouse.

Sigma chose a lower bunk bed. With his two-meter-tall body, it was a little uncomfortable for him to lie on it. The bed was only two meters long, so he couldn't stretch his legs on it.

These double iron beds are treasures left over from a cotton mill in the town.

"Sigma, it looks like there will be others joining us in the future."

Rogers speculated.

"So we have to behave well and work hard."

Sigma reminded calmly.

He sat up from the bed and opened the backpack he had brought with him. All the items inside had not been touched during the inspection by the armed team.

"The intercom is a great way to transmit information. These people at the school may not have thought about its significance."

Sigma thought to himself.

The two began to pack their things...

The next day, three more survivors joined the school.

An Zhui brought his staff to review the newcomers.

The three people were a white father and son, and a single man with severe facial burns.

An Zhui first asked the white father and son, as usual, asking their names, their work before the disaster, and their experiences after the disaster.

"My name is John Hopkins. I was a tobacco merchant before the disaster, and then..."

Said the brown-haired old man with plump cheeks, a short beard, blue pupils and small eyes.

"My name is Mike Hopkins. I worked in a soap factory before the disaster... then..."

Said the man with a short brown Mohawk, a short beard, and blue eyes.

After An Zhui finished collecting the information of the two people, he nodded not very satisfied. He asked his men to take them away to instill the school's philosophy and learn the school's rules.

"This father and son don't have any skills that are useful for school, so they can only learn planting from Sarah..."

An Zhui thought with disgust in his heart.

If Zhang Qiang hadn't informed him last night to come today to pick up the acquaintance from Atlanta, An Zhuigaodi would have rolled his eyes at the father and son.

An Zhui is a snob.

Continue to investigate another person with facial burns.

"Name?"

"Gost Riley. He worked in the fire department before the disaster. After the disaster..."

An Zhui looked up in surprise and glanced at Gust's creepy face, who also had blue eyes.

It seems that everyone here today has blue eyes...

"It seems like you are a hero."

An Zhui didn't pay attention to Gost's disfigured face, but praised him instead.

Ghost smiled slightly, his expression somewhat terrifying, and he responded, "Thank you."

After registering the newly joined foreign survivors, An Zhui's subordinates took them to visit the school's facilities and talked about the school's philosophy and beauty.

Then, the three were taken to the gym for training.

Today's teacher is Moore. When he found out there was a new person, his first reaction was to do something fancy for the new person.

The "poor" Hopkins father and son were given a direct lesson in practical combat.

Faced with the zombies brought by Coulson, the father and son were so scared that they hid behind Moore, holding onto Moore's waist to hide.

More was so angry that his neck turned red, but he couldn't break free from the grip of the father and son. He could only be restrained and had to deal with the zombies rushing towards him in a panic.

The children present also laughed.

Only Ghost, a former member of the fire brigade, performed well.

Afterwards, An Zhui assigned them to dormitory 302, where they would live with Sigma and Rogers who had arrived yesterday.

In the principal's office, Zhang Qiang was grinning for no apparent reason, with a cigar between his lips that he had obtained from nowhere:

"Everyone is here, very good, very good... Let's compete with each other in acting! Let's see who will show off his acting skills first."

After a few days, the newcomers who had recently arrived at the school were assigned work tasks.

Rogers and the Hopkinses, father and son, were assigned to Plantation Park.

Sigma and Gost became the reserve members of the armed team. They joined Miles' team and patrolled the area around the school.

At the school's shooting range, Rick's son Carl corrected his shooting habits under Sean's hands-on teaching.

The relationship between the uncle and nephew, who had been like father and son, deepened a lot after the disaster.

Carl held up the silenced Glock pistol, his finger pressed hard on the trigger.

Ding Ding Ding!

Hit three 15-meter iron targets in a row.

Sean smiled and touched Carl's little head, saying:

"Very good, you are definitely better than your father was when he was a child."

Carl also proudly puffed out his chest, saying that he was great.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding! !

The sound of continuously hitting the rotating iron target was heard. Alan held the M9 pistol and fired rapidly at the side. The iron target that was hit would often rotate on the pole and be hit by Alan again.

Sean looked at Alan in surprise. This little girl's shooting skills were already close to those of a tournament-level shooter.

There are many civilian shooting competitions in the United States, and some talented people can often become famous for their gorgeous shooting methods or shooting results.

Alan's rapid succession of shots, hitting the same rotating iron target, looked very gorgeous.

Carl noticed Sean's surprised expression when he looked at Alan. He took a deep breath, which puffed up his chest, then he exhaled and relaxed, secretly holding back his strength as he continued to practice shooting at the target.

After completing his daily practice, Alan gave Carl a provocative smile and left with the gun.

"Don't be angry... Don't be angry..."

Young Carl kept reminding himself in his heart, but his face was already red as if he had eaten hot peppers.

In fact, the one who was really jealous of others was Alan.

After leaving the shooting range, Alan wanted to go to the principal's office to find Zhang Qiang, but Zhang Qiang was very busy recently.

Hmmm…busy smoking his new cigar in the office.

When Zhang Qiang smokes alone, he doesn't like to be disturbed by children or women.

Alan felt a little lonely. The love her adoptive family on the farm gave her made her feel suffocated and uncomfortable. Only when she was with Zhang Qiang could she feel relaxed.

Both enjoyed the topic of violence, which was not to be discussed in the Green family.

And she could feel Zhang Qiang's appreciation and love for her.

Zhang Qiang would occasionally tell her some touching stories:

It's the story of a man named Li and a little girl named Clementine.

Eric and Patrick were working out hard in the gym, so they couldn't play with Alan today. Alan also had to work on the lawn outside the school in the afternoon.

After Alan and Carl met, Alan felt very unhappy that Carl, who had both parents, could accept the love of others with peace of mind.

The armed team had just finished their shift, and Sigma, who had some time to rest, was strolling around the school with huge strides.

He observed outside the shooting range for a while, gathering information about the [school].

In his opinion, the shooting range of the school should be the people's arsenal. This needs to be reported to Hera.

When Alan left the shooting range, he saw Sigma, who was like a little giant, outside the parking lot.

The other person's tall figure made her feel familiar.

"Have we met before?"

Alan frowned, walked up to Sigma and asked like a little adult.

Sigma naturally noticed this little girl whom he had once helped.

Alan looked very much like his dead daughter, which was the only reason he helped her in the zombie tide.

At this moment, the girl seemed to recognize him. Sigma wanted to act indifferent and avoid having more contact with the girl, but the longing for his former family in his heart made his tense face collapse.

"I just arrived at school, Bambi..."

Sigma squatted down and tried to speak gently, but his expression froze when he couldn't help but say his daughter's nickname.

"?"

Alan looked at Sigma with disdain, then turned and ran away.

Sigma was lost in his memories and stood there in a daze. He didn't come back to his senses until a pair of hands patted his shoulders.

It was Miles who was getting off work with him. Miles was carrying a gun and was just about to go back to the dormitory to rest and read a novel when he saw the newcomer Sigma, squatting and chatting with Alan.

Alan looked unhappy.

"Hey, Sigma, what are you doing?" Miles asked with a smile.

Sigma's expression returned to indifference. He said in a heavy voice, "Just take a look."

Miles said, raised his elbow, poked Sigma who had stood up, and approached the mysterious tunnel:

“Let me tell you, that was the little princess of the school, and the principal dotes on her like crazy.

The last time I went to the principal’s office, I saw them… Besides, Alan is from the [Farm] family…”

Miles, the rebellious boy, made jokes and inadvertently revealed a lot of information about the [school] and [farm].

After joining the team, Sigma had originally wanted to learn about the [school] from Miles.

But now, after hearing Miles making fun of Alan and Zhang Qiang openly and secretly, he was so angry that he didn't even remember the information about the farm that Miles mentioned.

Sigma's muscles tensed, and his entire body looked even more ferocious...

"Ah... I was just kidding, man... You're not going to be mad, are you..."

Miles noticed that Sigma was upset.

Although Sigma is a newcomer, he is tall and strong. On his first day at school, he killed a zombie single-handedly in the gymnasium.

After Coulson told his colleagues in the armed team the news, no one dared to underestimate Sigma.

"Don't say such dirty words!"

If Miles wasn't his superior, Sigma would definitely pick up the guy and smash him to the ground like a dead dog.

In her mind, Alan and her daughter looked the same. Both children had brown hair and brown eyes, and looked about the same age.

When Sigmar joined the Whisperers, Hera asked him to burn all the photos of his family. That was the beginning of letting go of the past.

His mind was in a mess right now. Although the mission of going undercover in the school was simpler than he had imagined, Sigma was in no mood to contact Hera secretly.

Sigma, who was sulking, ignored Miles and went back to the teaching building to rest alone. He wanted to calm down and think carefully...

Nearby, next to an idle SUV, Ghost, who had just got off work, was eating a fresh apple, and watching Sigma leave from the corner of his eye.

In the plantation.

Some workers were cultivating a new vegetable plot, a labor that did not require Sarah's guidance. Sarah was still enjoying the quiet with her husband Deacon.

Deacon's eyes often scan the people around him, and he will not put all his energy into enjoying his wife.

The current comfortable life allows this man who knows how to give back to devote himself to his work diligently.

Hopkins and his son, Rogers, new people to the plantation today.

When An Zhui and Sarah were taking over, Deacon was listening nearby. He observed the three newcomers and always felt that something was odd.

The Hopkinses were just like ordinary people, and when they worked, they were clumsy.

"Shit! My back is a little sore..."

"Old John! You're not so strong! This is what happens when you get old, right?"

Son Mike's voice was teasing.

John put down the shovel, stood up and covered his back, his face tensed, and he was about to blurt out a curse:

Fk fat…! Emmm, Little Mike? Little Dick! Hahahahahahahahaha!”

"Little Dick" made Mike's face darken. At the same time, Deacon, who was watching with a gun near the people, also looked down.

John's joke happened to be his nickname...

Old John was laughing loudly at his son, and the scene looked a little weird.

Rogers, who was on the same team, didn't care about the strange behavior of the father and son, and said to them helplessly:

"John, if you're not feeling well, let me do it. I'll be done with the grid here soon."

Old John turned his head, raised his eyebrows and looked at Rogers with a half-smile, his small blue eyes narrowed, looking very kind:

"Thank you for your hard work, young man."

Deacon was holding a gun, passing by the new vegetable field with flying soil. When he looked at the backs of Hopkins and his son working, a creepy feeling suddenly came over him! !

Eyes!! Eyes!!

An indescribable gaze was staring at him!!

Deacon felt the hairs on his body stand up, but the next second, the feeling suddenly disappeared.

Old John put down his shovel and walked out of the field tremblingly, not daring to look directly at Deacon who was supervising with a gun...

Deacon exhaled a breath of foul air, and the sense of vigilance disappeared quickly, but he never made mistakes. There was a big problem between this father and son, and he had to report it! !

Walking towards his wife Sarah, Deacon whispered to her how he felt.

Sarah frowned. She always had unconditional trust in her husband's intuition, so she found an excuse and stayed away from the vegetable garden she was cultivating.

Sarah picked up the intercom at her waist and called Zhang Qiang:

"Zhang? Zhang? Principal?! Are you there? I have something to report!"

After a while, Zhang Qiang's voice came from the intercom:

"Zi…what is it, Sarah?"

Sarah expressed Deacon's feelings about the new father and son.

On the other end of the intercom, Zhang Qiang was silent for a while, then reminded Sarah seriously:

"Don't tell anyone about this. Ask Deacon to come to the principal's office to find me when you come back in the evening. Before that, tell him to keep his mouth shut!"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Qiang seemed to think of something, and suddenly changed his tone to a gentle one, and said to Sarah:

"Your husband is very capable, but there are some things that you can't talk about outside. Do you understand?"

Zhang Qiang’s reminder was quite obvious, and Sarah understood.

(Niaoren has also pointed it out very clearly, I hope some true fans will understand.)