Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

In the city of Atlanta, the sound of gunfire with very short intervals was heard again.

That was Principal Zhang, who was busy developing his power and armaments.

Two days had passed since Liu Tingbao returned home.

In the past two days, many Asian faces have joined the school, making An Zhui quite busy.

Whisperer undercover agent, Rogers, is assigned to work on the farm, where he bumps into Sigma on patrol.

Taking shifts with Rogers and other workers were new Asian members who had joined the school.

These people basically became laborers and technicians.

Inside Green Farm, Rogers, a short, red-haired white man, was carrying a bag of fertilizer and walking slowly while observing the farm buildings.

Sigma had already informed him of Hera's plan and asked him to find a target as soon as possible.

In this way, Sigma can tell Hera earlier the time to act.

On the yellow grass, Rick, wearing work clothes and leading a big brown horse, had just returned from walking the horse.

He saw Rogers sneaking around and looking around on the path between the grass.

His intuition as a police officer before the disaster made him realize that something was wrong.

Rick wrinkled his nose, rolled his eyes, then put on a friendly expression and walked towards Rogers.

"Hey, hello, are you the new worker?"

Rick led the horse to Rogers and asked with pretended enthusiasm.

"Ah… yes, hello, what's up?"

Rogers pretended to be calm and said to Rick.

"It seems like this is your first time here. Do you need help? Or are you not familiar with the way? I can take you to your workplace."

Rick said thoughtfully.

Rogers shook his head, indicating that it was not necessary and he knew the way himself.

Rick then introduced himself to him, saying that he had been working here all the time, and that they would inevitably interact more when he came to work on the farm in the future.

Rogers also told Rick his name.

After Rogers walked away with the bag of fertilizer, Rick's eyes suddenly became serious.

He stared at Rogers' back, feeling uneasy:

'What is Rogers looking for? He is definitely looking for something!'

Rick decided that when he had time, he would keep an eye on Rogers. He wanted to see what Rogers was trying to do.

Rogers didn't know yet that he had been targeted by the protagonist who carried the "World Will", and a big "Danger" word appeared above his head.

Of course, Zhang Qiang, who was heading to Atlanta again, would not know what exactly happened on the farm...

The busy day passed and the night enveloped the sky. As autumn progressed, it got dark earlier and earlier.

The vast cornfield is now just bare soil.

The farm workers have turned over the soil in one field after another, but have not yet planted new seeds.

People came in groups, put down their work, left the fields as darkness fell, and went to their campsites to rest and eat.

Rogers rubbed his sore back and followed alone at the back of the crowd. He sighed and complained about the hard work.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, causing Rogers, who had been frowning just now, to shut his mouth instantly and quietly walk over.

"Did you find the gas?"

The tall figure was Sigma.

Taking advantage of his position, he can now connect with Rogers more easily.

Rogers frowned and said:

"No, I didn't find any unmanned vehicles around. I can't steal any gasoline for the time being."

Sigma snorted coldly, and two streams of hot air spurted out of his nose. The temperature was dropping even more sharply in autumn.

"Is there a little girl named Alan who came with you? The one with brown hair..."

Sigma is a little concerned about Alan.

Because...Alan looks more like my deceased daughter.

Whenever Sigma thought of his daughter, his ferocious face would relax a lot and a gentle look would appear in his eyes.

"Ailan? The little princess from that school?"

Rogers had been at the school for a week and had already heard a little about Alan.

"She came back with us today. She is the daughter of the farm owner."

Rogers thought Sigma had some plan, so he exchanged the information he knew with him.

When Sigmar heard that Alan had returned to the farm, his expression turned gloomy and his mind became confused.

"I'll contact Hera once you get the gasoline, so just take care of yourself!"

After reminding Rogers, Sigma turned and walked into the darkness, then... turned on the flashlight.

At this time, two figures supporting each other appeared from the farmland under the night sky.

They were some distance away from where Rogers and Sigma were talking.

"What are we eating tonight? My waist is so sore, old man."

"I don't know. Anyway, I want to eat steak... and at least have a cigar..."

"Dream less, young man."

The Hopkins father and son supported each other and followed the crowd out of the field.

Rogers turned around and noticed the father and son who were the last to leave, but he didn't pay much attention to them.

A moment later, on the lawn where the farm workers gathered for dinner, a group of workers with Asian faces were eating steaming meals.

People were chatting, and Rogers walked through the crowd when he suddenly heard two Asian men in work clothes talking loudly.

"Does your car consume a lot of gas? It has a pretty big displacement!"

“Well, I filled up the tank before I came here, and I don’t use it much.

And I brought a spare one and put it in the garage! The school still has some resources!"

Rogers pricked up his ears calmly. Now he knew where to find what he needed...

midnight.

A short figure tiptoed out from the tents and headed towards the garage opposite the camp.

Sigma, who happened to be assigned to patrol the camp tonight, was nearby.

A tall figure was hanging around nearby, covering for Rogers.

Rogers successfully arrived at the garage, opened the unlocked door, and stared at the small red gasoline barrel placed on the workbench.

"These people really don't know how sinister people are. They have never suffered... They don't have any sense of vigilance at all..."

After Rogers got the gasoline, he laughed contemptuously.

Now, he just needed to hide the gasoline somewhere and wait for the right time to use it.

In the garage, there was a pickup truck covered with a tarpaulin.

In the back of the pickup truck, two pairs of bright eyes were staring at Rogers leaving through the gaps in the tarpaulin.

"You son of a bitch, you don't have any sense of vigilance at all."

After Rogers left, two "Asian technicians" in work clothes climbed out of the carriage and sneered with disdain.

The day passed in a flash.

In the field, Rogers, with swollen eyes, saw Sigma walking by on patrol.

He said hello to the team leader and made an excuse to go pee.

Sigma noticed Rogers leaving the field and walked over. The two stood a little further away from the other workers before they began to communicate.

"I found the gasoline, you can notify Hera!"

Rogers said excitedly.

Sigma frowned and looked down at Rogers. He suddenly felt disgusted with Rogers, as if this guy was going to do something he didn't like.

"Do you really want to burn down the house?"

Sigma's eyes showed a struggle, and soon he comforted himself:

"My daughter is dead, Alan... they were also set on fire by Rogers... it's none of my business... it's none of my business..."

It's just like someone who wants to do something bad but makes excuses for himself.

"I'll let Hera know tonight and see what she thinks. I'll praise you for what you've done."

Sigma finally made a decision, and said to Rogers with his eyes as cold as always.

Rogers smiled and left.

Next to the field, a little girl wearing a pink knitted hat with half of her brown hair sticking out of the brim was frowning and staring at Sigma.

Alan had a holster on his waist, and she saw the familiar tall man again.

"I must have seen you!"

Alan walked over and said to Sigma with a confident look on his face.

Sigma's cold expression fluctuated slightly, and a stiff smile appeared on his face.

"How...are you doing lately? What are you doing on the farm?"

Sigma pretended not to know Alan's information.

Alan was still a child, and he didn't need any tricks in terms of rhetoric, as Sigma told him to turn from host to guest.

She answered seriously:

"This is my home, I'm here to help everyone. So many people are working, I have to help too."

Sigma turned his head and couldn't help but feel his eyes moist. No matter how much he reminded himself that Alan was not his daughter, the little figure in front of him always overlapped with the person in his memory.

And Alan is so sensible. Are all the kids in school like this?

Looking at the people around me talking and laughing, working.

Since entering the school, vivid scenes have appeared in Sigma's mind.

This is totally different from Pelican Hill...

Do I really want to destroy all this?

Sigma concealed his emotions and turned away.

In the middle of the night, in the woods on the edge of the farm.

Sigma stood in the darkness, communicating with Hera.

"Rogers has found the gasoline. When do we act?"

"Now, two days from now, you ask Rogers to light the fire, and we will see the signal."

"……receive."

Sigma was silent for a while and chose to accept it.

As Hera said, at midnight two days later.

Rogers quietly left the tent, came to the foot of the big oak tree, and dug out the gasoline barrel hidden in the soil.

He carried a red gasoline barrel and walked towards the Green family's house with excitement on his face.

Arriving at the big house, Rogers opened the gasoline barrel and carefully began to pour gasoline around the walls and doors of the house.

"I don't think you'll keep doing that, will you?"

A serious and familiar voice sounded from behind. Rogers turned around in surprise and saw Rick, whom he had often seen in the past few days but had rarely spoken to.

Rick stood on the lawn, not trying to reach for his gun, because the Green family's house was already covered with gasoline.

Before, he had been staring at Rogers whenever he had free time, wondering what this guy was looking for.

He discovered that Rogers often chatted with Sigma.

He saw Rogers hiding the gasoline.

Rick kept hoping he was wrong.

He hoped that Rogers was a good person, so he never reported Rogers's theft of gasoline to Hershel and the armed team.

But it was not until today, when Rick saw Rogers pour gasoline on Hershel's house with his own hands, that his naive ideas were completely shattered!

"Why did you do that? Why?"

Rick asked, staring at Rogers in confusion.

In his opinion, how could a man who was protected by the school and came to work on the farm have a grudge against the owner of the farm?

Why would you set fire to an entire family?

When Rogers saw Rick caught him, he chuckled and took out the lighter from his waist.

"do not move!!"

Rick pulled out the Colt Python revolver from his waist and aimed at Rogers' chest.

"Hey!? What happened?!"

A shout was heard, and it was Sigma who was patrolling with a flashlight.

Rick turned to look at Sigma and warned: "This guy wants to...!!"

Boom!!!!

Rogers threw the lit lighter onto the gasoline-stained wall of the house, and a large flame instantly burst out! ! It surrounded the house and formed a fire! !

Rogers did all this while Rick turned his head and took advantage of the situation to escape.

"Don't run!!"

Rick raised his gun and aimed at Rogers, but the flames that had already started quickly drove the air flowing around him.

Due to the refraction of light, Rick could not see Rogers who was escaping into the darkness behind the flames.

"Damn it!! He set the fire!!"

Rick yelled to Sigma.

In Hershel's house, behind the glass window on the second floor, a curtain covering the window was pulled open.

Alan squinted his hazy eyes and was instantly awakened by the fire coming in from the window.

“It’s on fire!!!”

Alan screamed loudly in the room.

On the grass, Sigma, who saw this scene, suddenly rushed to Rick and said to him with fierce eyes:

“Fire a gun!!!”

"What?!!"

Rick was a little confused.

"Fire a gun! Wake up the others!! Get everyone to put out the fucking fire!! Save people!!"

Sigma had grabbed Rick by the collar and was growling wildly, alerting Rick.

This time Rick came to his senses and understood what Sigma wanted him to do. He raised his revolver and fired three shots into the air!

bang bang bang! ! !

Before the gunshots finished echoing on the lawn, twenty lightning-fast figures suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

Among them, five people wearing fire suits and carrying fire-proof bags directly broke through the doors and windows of the house and entered the house where the fire was raging.

The remaining people, all of whom had Asian faces and carried large and small guns, surrounded Hershel's house.

Sigma was confused. Aren't these workers? Why do they have guns? How did they come so quickly?

Sigma didn't understand until three pairs of hands silently rested on his shoulders.

It turned out that he was in trouble.