Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

With the arrival of autumn, the daylight hours decrease.

It was already half past six, but the sky over Gran Town was still dark.

Zhang Qiang woke up early and went to Daryl and Moore's apartment in person to wake them up and hold a secret meeting.

Moore and Maya were already living together. When Zhang Qiang woke him up, there was a strange smell in his room.

Taking them back to the conference room, Zhang Qiang briefly told them about the arrangements.

The armed team will be handed over to Deacon and the drunkard. More and Daryl will be assigned more important tasks by Zhang Qiang.

“Dickon and the drunkard… yes, they’re one of our own.

But, Zhang, you are going to Atlanta again?"

Daryl sat on the sofa, rubbing his eyes, obviously he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

Zhang Qiang nodded and said:

"I'll be gone for just one day and one night. I'll be back tomorrow morning. By then, I'll introduce you to a teacher who will take you out to study."

Moore lit a cigarette to refresh himself, and said unconvincedly:

"What kind of person can be Master More's teacher? Daryl and I won't accept anyone but you."

Zhang Qiang remained calm after hearing this. He just suddenly picked up the cigarette box on the desk and threw it hard at Moore. This coward would tear down the house if he was not punished for three days.

He had to be whipped from time to time.

"An elite member of the British Special Air Service Brigade! A member of the multinational anti-terrorism and anti-violence elite special forces, Task Force 141, who has carried out a large number of international missions and prevented the outbreak of World War III.

Can you please tell me if this qualification is enough?!"

Zhang Qiang slammed the table and glared at Mordao.

Moore was frightened by the series of titles of the future "teacher", and then he smiled evilly:

"Zhang, Principal, we are all family, don't brag..."

Zhang Qiang didn't say anything, but stared at Moore seriously.

Moore believed it now, slapped his thighs with both hands, and cursed:

"Fuck! Where did you find this person?!"

Daryl also looked at Zhang Qiang in shock.

Zhang Qiang stretched out his index finger and pointed at the ceiling.

More and Daryl looked up and suddenly realized that Zhang meant "God"?

Forget it, both of them know Zhang Qiang’s secret. No matter whether Satan or God appears, they are only of one mind with Zhang Qiang, so Zhang Qiang will not betray them.

Zhang Qiang once again emphasized to them the importance of the mission, which was related to the future development of the school. The two could not refuse. Only if they went would Zhang Qiang feel at ease.

As for what specific tasks the two brothers were going to perform, Zhang Qiang did not say. He then hastily ended the meeting and asked them to go back and rest.

It was time for him to get ready to leave for Atlanta, but before leaving, Zhang Qiang had one thing else to do.

[A bar of soap].

Zhang Qiang went to the bathhouse and took a pleasant shower, and at the same time applied buffs all over his body.

Today will also be a day for the zombies in Atlanta to wail.

It took Zhang Qiang two hours to reach Atlanta on a motorcycle. He was fully armed and still wearing the Scorpion heavy armor.

Every time Zhang Qiang came into the huge city of Atlanta, he killed zombies in the same neighborhood.

Even if all the zombies in the block were killed, when they came here again after a few days, there would be new groups of zombies to fill the gap, and the number would increase.

In order to quickly attract the zombies, Zhang Qiang removed all the silencers from his guns, allowing the sound of the gun to do the job.

There were a large number of zombies wandering on the road, but Zhang Qiang no longer had any fear of these dull zombies.

He took out the UZI submachine gun from the panel, rode his motorcycle fast on the street, and continued to move towards the center of the zombie swarm. Along the way, he held the Uzi in one hand, loaded with extended magazines and hollow-point bullets, and shot at the nearby zombies.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump…!!!

Sparks burst from the muzzle of the Uzi, with no visible pause in the flames' flickering as it madly spewed out tongues of fire in the surroundings.

“Roar!!”

"Ahhhh~!"

A large number of zombies howled as they moved towards the source of the sound, but were instantly hit in the face by a hail of 9mm air-point bullets. Countless cavities were blown out of their heads and bodies, rotten flesh was broken, and half of their bodies were turned into rotten flesh.

"Roar!"

A zombie of an old lady with sparse white hair on her head and wearing a dirty dress suddenly blocked the path of the speeding motorcycle.

boom! ! !

The motorcycle came into close contact with the old lady's zombie, and the latter was immediately sent flying backwards, with her hands and feet broken by the motorcycle. She glided in the air with a twisted posture, and after landing on the ground, her face landed on the ground, leaving a dark red trail of minced meat on the ground.

"Grass!!"

The rear end of Zhang Qiang's motorcycle also lifted up, and the whole person was thrown into the air by the out-of-control motorcycle. He flew at high speed for a while and plunged into the group of corpses in front of him with countless pairs of rotten arms waving.

Although the waves were too strong, he was not panicked at all. He was wearing heavy armor and weighed more than 200 kilograms.

Zhang Qiang just stretched his posture slightly during flight and landed steadily, knocking over several zombies. He even stepped on a zombie with his big feet. The man and the zombie slid on the ground with huge kinetic energy.

Chi…la!!!

bang bang...

The zombies that were hit by Zhang Qiang, stepping on the corpse skateboard, were like wooden pins knocked over by a bowling ball, and scattered in all directions.

After getting a piece of space, Zhang Qiang decisively took out his favorite, SIG Sauer MG338, and shot at the corrupt faces that were pouring around him.

Countless blood and flesh flew...

There were constant gunshots in the city of Atlanta, and hordes of zombies began to move between the blocks, slowly and collectively rushing towards the area where the noise was the most agitated.

The gunshots continued, but the timbre changed after a while. That was because Zhang Qiang had switched to other guns. Occasionally, heavy "bang bang" sounds could be heard on the street, like a pile driver working at twice the speed.

Until night, the source of the gunfire appeared in other blocks. Holding a gun, a lone figure illuminated by the muzzle flame climbed over the pile of corpses alone, struggling to move forward in the sea of ​​corpses...

Under the pressure of the sea of ​​corpses in Atlanta, workaholic Principal Zhang took a few adrenaline shots.

Everything stopped at dawn. Principal Zhang was covered in black blood and his heavy armor was covered with rotten meat. He began to look for a vehicle to return to Gran Town...

At noon, the school...

The armed team members, each holding a gun, looked up at Moore who was standing on top of a car and announced the handover of work.

The drunkard and Deacon, the two old figures in the armed team, stood up and left the others speechless.

The newcomer, Ghost, was transferred to the farm today to perform security duties.

Sigma, who was in the same group as Ghost, was also assigned to patrol the plantation.

Everyone who was supposed to set off set off. After Moore and Daryl completed the handover task, they also left the school carrying their respective equipment.

After Zhang Qiang drove back to school in a broken car, he told the two brothers that their teacher would be waiting for them in the south of the town.

Daryl and Moore rode their motorcycles south with curiosity in their hearts.

Two rumbling Harley motorcycles sped along the empty town road.

The asphalt road crushed by the wheels had dark red stains on the road surface, which were the residual blood of corpses that had not been washed away by many rains.

Daryl and Mor soon arrived in the south of town.

After the disaster, there were no walls for protection, the deserted streets were desolate, the nearby buildings were covered with dust, and the glass windows were covered with dust spots left by the evaporation of rain.

The two stopped the car and looked around at the entrance of the town, hoping to find a figure.

"You're not late, are you?"

Moore and Daryl lit a cigarette and sat sideways in the car seat, puffing away at the smoke.

"Shitty perception."

A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them. Daryl and Moore's hair stood on end. They immediately took out their pistols and turned back to aim.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The lightning-fast shadows of fists and kicks disappeared from the two men's sight, and the guns in the Dixon brothers' hands flew high into the sky.

The two were only hit on their wrists, but the tremendous force made them lose their balance and almost fell backwards.

"Fuck, who are you?!"

After he straightened his body and stood on his feet, Moore finally had the opportunity to see the person coming clearly.

This is a strange character, his head is covered by a nylon headgear with a skull mask, and he also wears noise-canceling headphones outside the headgear.

He was wearing a desert camouflage combat uniform and a desert-colored heavy bulletproof vest on the outside. The pockets of the bulletproof vest were filled with tactical equipment, and a military walkie-talkie was hung on his chest.

Behind the neck was a corpse skin cloak covered with stitches and blood stains.

Moore observed the attacker's rolled-up sleeves, revealing his arms, and confirmed that he was a white man.

Moore was alert for a while, then suddenly realized: "Are you the teacher Zhang said?!"

Daryl had already taken out his dagger and was staring at the man in the skull mask.

Codenamed "Ghost", he is a legendary special forces soldier from the Call of Duty series. He is an all-round warrior with extremely strong infiltration combat capabilities and top-notch close-range ambush and killing capabilities.

It is possible to survive being buried alive by the enemy, or being surrounded by the entire enemy force, but it is also possible to lurk, assassinate, and evacuate the enemy base with just a dagger.

(As long as I kill all the enemies, they won't be able to find me.)

This is Zhang Qiang, the teacher found for Daryl and Moore.

"Ghost, your teacher. Dixon... brother."

The ghost looked deep in his eyes and reached behind his back with his hands. Daryl, who had been on guard just now, did not raise his dagger when he saw this. He knew who this person was.

The new firefighter with facial burns! No wonder Zhang Qiang asked An Zhui to pick them up in person.

After all, Daryl is a senior figure in the school and is well-informed.

"What can you teach us? Even if Zhang praises you to the skies, I..."

"You can choose to quit. The commander said that if you don't want to accept the mission, you can go back to school and continue to enjoy yourself."

Ghost interrupted Daryl.

The ghost took out two hoods made of skull masks and corpse skins and threw them into Daryl's arms.

"Daryl, Moore, you are the people I trust the most.

I plan to form the [Ghost Squad], and you are the original and best candidates.

The [Ghost Squad] is responsible for all missions against external forces and protects the [school] from invasion.

Your instructor Ghost is a stronger fighter than me. He is proficient in all the special operations skills that I don’t have.

Learn from him, I believe you will not let me down."

Ghost pressed the intercom on his chest, and Zhang Qiang's tired voice came from it.

The two brothers, Moore and Daryl, looked at each other. The fatigue revealed in Zhang Qiang's tone made them feel ashamed.

The [school’s] leaders, in all the major battles, always rushed to the front, leaving their men to fight on the safer flanks.

More has time to play with women every day, and Daryl has nothing to do so he goes out hunting.

Zhang Qiang always runs to the city strangely.

At first, neither of them understood Zhang Qiang's approach, but after they found that Zhang Qiang brought back advanced weapons every time he came back, the brothers felt that they might understand.

Daryl and More each picked up a skull mask and put it on their heads.

Darkness briefly enveloped the two's vision.

New light soon came into the eyes of the two brothers.

A sense of responsibility surged in their hearts. They wanted to share more of Zhang Qiang's responsibilities!

Zhang Qiang, who was lying on the sofa at school, was tired and sleepy. He noticed a new prompt on the panel:

Local followers [Darryl Dixon] and [Moir Dixon] become loyal followers, and they will complete all daily tasks for you.

The multiplier for obtaining mission points is x0.1.

"Well done... Brother Dixon..."

Zhang Qiang fell asleep peacefully.

In the south of the town, Ghost introduces the Dixon brothers to the function of the mask.

"It will make the zombies ignore you. It can also lead a group of zombies, but I don't know the habits of the zombies, so we have to explore it together.

Now, we are going to march south to learn from the real situation.”

The ghost's deep voice was also disguised, and was completely different from what he had at [school].

Daryl and More, wearing the new [Skull Masks], looked at each other. After seeing each other's cold appearance, they both laughed freely.

"Hahahahaha..."

The two people's voices were inexplicably hoarse and heavy.

"WTF! What kind of witchcraft weapon is this?!"

Moore found that his voice had changed, completely different from before.

Behind the ghost's cloak, he carried a desert-colored rifle with a silencer. The gun body looked similar to the SCAR, but it was produced by another military industrial company.

Big Viper ACR!

Originally named the Thunderbolt ACR rifle, the product was handed over to the Bushmaster Company for improvement and was renamed "Bushmaster".

“going dark.”

A ghostly and devilish voice sounded, cutting off the communication with Zhang Qiang.

He looked at the young Dixon brothers. From now on, the physical training alone would be enough for them.

Daryl and Maul, formal apprentices.