Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

More and Daryl unconsciously slowed down their breathing. The crazy swarm of zombies in the forest even made them temporarily forget the function of the [Ghost Mask].

“Someone did this.”

Daryl narrowed his eyes and looked at the mass of internal organs and flesh hanging in the air in the center of the corpse crowd.

He raised his gun and pressed the thermal imaging composite sight. He scanned the group of corpses but still did not find any heat source from living people.

The ground was covered with footprints left by zombies in a disorderly manner.

Moore, the reckless man, walked out of the bushes, came behind the group of zombies, and observed the surroundings closely.

"Moir, are you crazy?!"

Startled by More's actions, Daryl lowered his waist, quickly jumped out of the bushes, grabbed More and stopped him from getting closer to the group of zombies.

Moore smiled, and unlike Daryl, he didn't lower his voice deliberately. He said:

"What are you afraid of? This witchcraft hood is very reliable."

After saying that, he continued to look for something on the ground.

On the outskirts of the zombie group, some rotten faces turned around. The zombies noticed the two brothers, but turned their heads and continued to stare at the hanging animal organs, as if they saw nothing.

Daryl saw this and relaxed his tense heart a little. He followed Moore's footsteps and asked:

"What are you looking for?"

Moore didn't say anything, but just took a few more steps. Finally, he found the trace he had guessed.

There was a deep footprint on the ground, and the direction of the toes was obviously different from the footprints of the corpses.

Most importantly, Moore found a lot of dead leaves with dried blood stains on the ground near the footprints.

"Just as I thought, the person who did all this must be carrying a disemboweled prey on his back. The weight of the prey made the footprints he left behind deeper than those of a zombie."

Moore squatted on the ground, pointed at what he thought were suspicious footprints, and said to Daryl.

Daryl said to himself, "Fuck!" Because Moore stood up with a smug look on his face, which really made him pretend.

"You still have a lot to learn. Use your brain more, little brother~"

Moore smiled wickedly and walked towards the direction of the footprints, turning back and drawing circles on his head with his index finger.

Daryl: “…”

Anyway, Daryl was used to his brother's ridicule, so he remained calm and followed Moore.

The deep footprints extended deeper into the woods, and the two followed them.

"He must have hunted a deer, because for a normal adult of his weight, his footprints wouldn't have been that deep.

The prey that can be carried on its back...the size of that bundle of internal organs...the deer could not have weighed more than 50 kilograms.

Besides, he must not be going far, otherwise he wouldn't carry the whole prey on his back. It's still too heavy."

Daryl followed More's line of thought and, based on his own hunting experience, guessed about the person who hung up the ball of viscera, the prey he took away, and his ideas.

"You're right, you are worthy of being my brother."

Maul was generous with his praise for Daryl, but he was also bragging about his own stuff.

Daryl was too lazy to talk nonsense with Moore, so the two of them continued tracking for a while.

The density of the surrounding trees began to decrease, and their sight could pass through the trees in front of them and see the open area.

Completely out of the woods, a vast lake appeared in the eyes of the Dixon brothers.

Not far from them, there was a small oak house by the lake. Not far from the house was a lonely dock with a small boat tied to it.

Daryl and Mor stood at the edge of the woods and watched everything.

"It looks like he'll be in that cabin."

Moore stared at the wooden house by the lake with a somewhat cruel look in his eyes.

He didn't think that ordinary hunters would use animal entrails to attract zombies to their homes.

This kind of behavior is more like what the Whisperers would do.

Daryl raised the AKM rifle. The thermal imaging scope actually couldn't see the human body heat source in the house, so he just scanned the area near the lake to see if there was anyone there.

As the weather turns cooler in autumn, all warm-blooded creatures around are exposed under thermal imaging, and there are some birds around the lake.

Daryl scanned the cabin and found something. A flickering white light was very obvious against the gray-white image of the cabin.

"They're making a fire."

Daryl narrowed his eyes and said to Moore with certainty.

Moore nodded, retreated back to the woods, and lay on the ground. He turned sideways, pressed the intercom on his chest, and called Ghost:

"A suspicious target was found, suspected to be the Whisperer."

"Zizi... Received, reporting position."

The sound of electricity and the calm and hoarse voice of the ghost were heard.

"After we separated, we walked towards the southwest of the woods. There is a lake here. There is only a small wooden house by the lake. The target seems to be inside the house."

"Wait for me to be in position. Continue observing the target. Zizi..."

Ghost released the intercom button.

So, Daryl and Maul both lay down at the edge of the woods.

Maul took out a telescope and a pack of chewing gum from the armor pocket on his back.

He took out a strip, tore it open, and put it in his mouth leisurely. He couldn't smoke now, lest the smoke give away their position.

Then, Moore put the gum back in his pocket.

Daryl looked at Maul silently.

"Want a slice?"

As Moore was chewing gum, he naturally noticed the look in his brother's eyes.

Awkwardly, he took the gum out again and handed it to Daryl.

"You'd better take the initiative next time."

Daryl said unkindly.

Taking out a piece of gum, Daryl tore off the silver aluminum paper and threw the candy into his mouth.

Inside the cabin, three Whisperers were sitting around a burning fire, cooking fresh venison soup.

With autumn approaching, winter will be more difficult to endure if you don’t eat something to boost your energy and blood.

This is what a friend who understands health preservation said.

The three of them are Sigma's subordinates. As the new leader of the Whisperers, Sigma has temporarily recruited these three people.

Sigma is one of the few Whisperer leaders who has a bit of humanity. He recruits his subordinates only with his acquaintances, and he does not trust other people to work with him.

Leo Chandler, a kitchen helper at Sigma BBQ before the disaster, was a fat white man, 1.88 meters tall and weighing nearly 300 kilograms.

Saul Badman, a white man of medium build, looks cunning, young and smart.

As a new lawyer, he helped Sigma fight a lawsuit for the custody of his daughter.

Liu Tingbao, a young traveler from an oriental country, wore round-frame glasses, was tall and thin, and there was always a fierce look in his eyes.

Liu Tingbao also wore a corpse skin mask. As a stranger in a foreign land, the whisperer's mask gave him a sense of security.

The horror of the zombies has been deeply engraved in his mind.

The three of them gathered around the fire in the house. The braised pork soup was steaming. Liu Tingbao stirred the pot from time to time. He stared at the viscosity of the soup and felt that it was almost cooked.

After the disaster, Liu Tingbao, who needed to survive, met Sigma outside Atlanta.

After seeing Liu Tingbao being besieged by a dozen zombies, but using a crowbar to smash the zombies' brains with a fierce force, Sigma chose to save him.

Otherwise, with Liu Tingbao's mindless fighting style, he would sooner or later be trapped in the tireless horde of zombies.

"Liu, it's time to eat now! I'm hungry after carrying the deer back."

Leo, the fat white man, rubbed his hands, the fabric on his shoulders still stained with deer blood.

Liu Tingbao said calmly: "It's OK, but it's better to cook it for a while longer. My spice bag hasn't absorbed the flavor yet."

"No more waiting! A little taste is enough. Anyway, the food made by Liu has never let me down."

Thor took the soup spoon and scooped up the meat and the rich soup for everyone...

The three Whisperers in the cabin did not know at this time that their nightmare had already started.

At the edge of the woods, a ghost appeared silently behind Moore.

"Where's your vigilance?"

The ghost kicked Moore hard while he was still lying down and looking through the telescope.

"Fuck!!!"

Moore was startled by the sudden external force and turned around immediately, pulling out the pistol hanging on his thigh.

Even Daryl realized it later and turned around and raised his AKM to aim at the Ghost.

ghost:"……"

He was pointed at by two students with guns again. Ghost now felt that the person assigned to him by the superior seemed not very reliable...

Seeing that it was a ghost, the Dixon brothers put down their weapons in embarrassment.

Moore pointed in the direction of the wooden house and said:

"That's right there. The heat source of the fire is still there. They should still be in there."

The ghost took out his telescope and carefully observed the lakeside. After seeing that there was indeed no one around, he walked towards the cabin with a gun in hand:

"Try to capture them alive. Living ones are more useful than dead ones."

The Dixon brothers followed decisively and chose to cling to the thigh.

When dealing with the Whisperers, after Ghost learned about their combat habits, he no longer took this group of people seriously.

He believed that as long as he found the Whisperers' headquarters, he alone would be able to carry out the "decapitation operation".

Soap and Team Money (Price) were sent out because they thought too highly of the Whisperers.

A group of primitive people who don't use guns, even if they are protected by a swarm of zombies, are naturally defeated by the effects of ghosts' props.

The three of them walked towards the cabin. Moore and Daryl suppressed the sound of their footsteps, and suddenly the two brothers discovered a strange scene:

The ghost walked on the muddy grass beside the lake without making any sound!!

'No wonder he always appears behind me quietly.'

Moore suddenly realized.

Arriving at the cabin, the ghost made a gesture, asking Daryl and More to guard the door of the cabin and wait for his action.

The windows of the cabin faced the other side of the lake. The ghost walked around the door and went straight to the window, and heard the crackling sound of burning wood behind the glass.

There was also the sound of the target talking inside.

“This venison soup is good…”

"After all, it's Liu's craft, hahahaha..."

The ghost outside the house said nothing, but took out a stun grenade from the pocket of his bulletproof vest, pulled out the pin, aimed at the glass window, and smashed it hard.

Ka La! !

Pieces of glass shattered, and stun bombs turned into black shadows and fell into the house.

"what's the situation?!"

The people in the room exclaimed.

Liu Tingbao was just about to take off the corpse skin hood and have a good meal when he saw an unknown object smash the window and fall near the soup pot.

boom! ! !

Immediately afterwards, the black object exploded, and a ball of white light flashed through the house, simultaneously triggering a shock wave with a thin black dust!

The soup pot was blown over and the boiling soup rolled onto the ground!

The burning flames also flashed instantly, and a large number of sparks flew towards the roof!

Liu Tingbao felt that his vision was completely covered by white light, and sharp noises filled his ears. The weak shock wave hit his body, but it caused him to fall directly to the ground with his vision and hearing damaged! !

Crash! Bang!

The hot soup in the hands of the three people spilled on the ground. Thor covered his face, rubbed his head randomly, moved around in panic, and bumped into the wall.