Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

When the air raid alarm disappeared from Zhang Qiang's ears and the score on the panel continued to rise, a new prompt came from the panel:

[Mission panel is being patched...repaired...]

The hidden mission [Fireworks] has been completed.

[Fireworks]: Release your first big mushroom and let all soldiers see your determination!

Reward: All soldiers who kill enemy units will receive a points multiplier increased to their commander*0.5.

Then, including Daryl and Moore, all deployed soldiers and zombies killed in the future will bring Zhang Qiang 5 points.

Zhang Qiang glanced at the points that were still rising: ……………

The panel points are like water, and all the soldiers are river branches. In the end, all the points will be gathered in the hands of Zhang Qiang, the "Sea King".

The points continue to rise...

From now on, points are just numbers to Zhang Qiang.

It’s just a matter of how fast the automatic growth is.

Zhang Qiang put down the intercom and lay down on the sofa contentedly. He could lie down for a while...

The next day, Zhang, who was still asleep, was woken up by Alan rubbing his face.

Dai Ya was standing next to the little girl, looking at Zhang Qiang with embarrassment.

Principal Zhang opened his eyes and looked at Dai Ya unhappily, because he had said yesterday that no one and nothing should disturb him, and he wanted to have a good sleep.

"Why did you bring Alan here?"

Zhang Qiang got up and sat on the sofa, pretending not to know that the Green family had arrived. Then he picked up Alan, put her on his lap, and rubbed the little girl's face hard.

"Uh...Herschel and the others are here. Something big happened on the farm yesterday!"

Dai Ya said with a frown.

"Then let's have a meeting!!"

Zhang Qiang put Alan down, walked out of the office without looking back, leaving only a cold voice.

Hearing the principal's tone, Dai Ya knew that it was time to get busy.

A moment later, in the conference room.

The Green family, Rick's team, and school executives filled the conference room.

Seeing Rick and the others standing, Zhang Qiang gave An Zhui's chair to the pregnant Lori, then he stood up from the chief seat and paced around the table.

"Mr. Hershel, I already know what happened to you. What do you want me to do now?"

Zhang Qiang didn't try to be polite and went straight to the point.

Today's Zhang Qiang looked different from the Zhang Qiang he had discussed mission theory with in the past, Herschel realized clearly.

"I was hoping you could get people to help the Greens build a new house... We can't leave that land."

A look of shame appeared on Hershel's face. He was a good man, so he thought about the things that wasted the workers' energy all night before he dared to say them out loud.

Zhang Qiang frowned and shook his head in disappointment:

“Now is the time to fertilize the land and sow new crops, but everyone also has to clean up the dead bodies.

Mr. Hershel, even if there are people in the school who can build houses, I'm afraid there are not enough people."

Hershel's face flushed red. With rich life experience, he naturally knew that the zombie attack this time was closely related to the school's enemies. Even the school's various practices clearly showed that they had already known the enemy's plan.

The Green family was just affected.

But every word of the mission theory still lingered in the old man's mind. After he learned about the existence of the Whisperers, he classified these people as cultists.

What the school did did not make the old man angry.

The old man just wanted a little compensation.

“We have eliminated the Whisperers, a group of demons, and their camp was found by soldiers sent out and blew up with bombs.

This is new information I just received.

In order to eliminate this group of people who are endangering humanity, I haven't slept well for a month and have been frequently out on the road with the soldiers.

Ultimately, the price of victory in this battle was the Green family’s house.

No, no one died.”

Zhang Qiang looked at Hershel with high spirits. He was now a victorious general.

Hershel, on the other hand, is a civilian waiting for compensation.

“Green Farms, that name will never change. It represents the dedication of the Green family to the people.

Mr. Hershel, if you don't have a place to live, just live in the school's apartment. Whenever you want to go back, I can send someone to take you there and protect your safety."

Zhang Qiang walked over to Hershel and rubbed the old man's shoulders.

He continued to make the conditions:

"As long as the school develops and more and more people join, I will definitely send someone who knows construction to build you a home exactly the same as the original one. How about that?"

Zhang Qiang did not mention building a bigger house for the Green family, but mentioned the same home.

Although this was also a blank check in Hershel's opinion, it sounded much more comfortable.

It's nothing like the empty promises made by capitalists.

After all, what Zhang Qiang promised was only to return what they originally had.

"Okay, then please find me an apartment on the sunny side. I like the autumn sun."

Hershel finally compromised and never mentioned the burning of the house again. He knew that if he continued to dwell on it, he might come into conflict with Zhang Qiang.

In the battle with the Whisperers, no one involved is a fool, and everyone can guess that certain details are related to the school.

Especially... this week the school replaced all the workers with militiamen...

The school has long been preparing for this battle.

Rick looked at Zhang Qiang deeply and felt that Zhang Qiang was completely different from before.

If Zhang Qiang looked like a prickly young man before, then Zhang Qiang now looks like an ambitious man.

His movements and postures during the conversation revealed his joy in being in control of the overall situation.

"Zhang, I want to ask if we can stay and get a room..."

Rick spoke, but now that he was living under someone else's roof, his voice was very low and he clearly lacked confidence.

"No."

Zhang Qiang looked at Rick coldly and said.

"Unless all of you work for me."

Zhang Qiang put on a smiling face again.

Rick was already ready to work for the school, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to form a search party and go out looking for survivors and supply sites. Do you want to join, Rick?"

Zhang Qiang looked at Rick with a smile.

How could Rick, who had just asked for help from someone, have the nerve to refuse?

Going out was a dangerous thing, so Rick agreed without thinking.

"No, I don't agree!!"

Lori, who was sitting on Anzhui's chair, stood up angrily and pointed at Zhang Qiang's nose and said:

"You are sending my husband out to die! There are so many zombies out there! Why don't you go yourself?!"

This question made Zhang Qiang look embarrassed. He seemed like a clown whose mask had been torn off. He stammered:

“I…I…I I I I…”

"Everyone, please introduce me to this pregnant lady."

Zhang Qiang stopped joking and stared at Lori with a cold expression.

"In front of you is the zombie killer, the bloody butcher, the zombie destroyer, Zhang Qiang, and Principal Zhang.

He had personally plunged into the zombie hordes several times and led everyone in battle."

Dai Ya suddenly stood up from her seat, stared into Lori's eyes, and said with contempt on her face.

"Well said, I like it very much, please say more next time."

Snapped!

Zhang Qiang and Dai Ya high-fived.

"I can testify that the last time we were trapped by the zombies, the principal smeared chicken blood all over his body and rushed into the zombie horde to attract the zombies' attention for us!

Alan also stood up and said.

Lori's face turned blue and then white. It was obvious that she didn't know how tough Zhang Qiang was.

"Pregnant women, please sit down when we talk. You don't have to worry about bumping your belly."

Zhang Qiang frowned and told Lori to sit down quickly and not to disturb him while he continued the meeting.

"Does anyone else have any questions? Rick is the tentative candidate for the search team!

I will hand over the other candidates to the senior officials of the armed forces for selection.”

Zhang Qiang said.

Dickon, who was sitting next to Sarah, pointed to his nose, thinking that he was responsible for this matter, and asked:

"I...? How do I choose, Principal? Are there any criteria?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Maul and Daryl are coming back and they will take care of this matter."

Zhang Qiang stretched and continued:

“As soon as they come back, there will be new missions related to the search team.

Damn it, I'm really busy, thinking about school every day, and I don't even have a chance to lie down.

Unlike some people, who just lie down and have food and drink brought to them, and don’t have to do anything~!"

Zhang Qiang's teasing words made Lori, who was sitting there, stand up angrily and leave the meeting room.

Rick looked embarrassed and followed Lori away.

“The meeting is adjourned!!!”

After the meeting, Zhang Qiang returned to the office alone. Sasha, who had prepared breakfast, was sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

The office's security door was knocked a moment later.

Zhang Qiang was chewing an apple. He knew who was outside the door. The guy had followed him all the way but hadn't dared to speak to him.

"Zhang? Are you there? I have something to tell you."

Glenn's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Come in. Alas..."

Zhang Qiang sighed, leaned back in his office chair, and put his feet on the desk.

Glenn pushed the door open carefully and saw Sasha massaging Zhang Qiang's shoulders.

"Am I disturbing you, Zhang?"

Glenn smiled.

Zhang Qiang frowned and said in a very unhappy tone:

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't waste your time here!"

Glenn swallowed and immediately asked to join the search party.

"Because of Rick? Does Maggie know that you like him so much?"

Zhang Qiang raised his eyebrows.

Glenn's face turned red. He was still the young delivery boy now, and his personality was not as cold as he would be in the future.

“I…I I…”

Glenn stuttered.

"I approve. Is there anyone else from your team who wants to join? We can come together."

Zhang Qiang said.

"I have no idea……"

"Then get out, you fool!"

After finishing the brief exchange with Glenn, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Qiang's face.

"Great! It would be great if we could gather all the original members! I don't believe that we can't trigger more hidden missions! !"

Zhang Qiang enjoyed Sasha's massage, closed his eyes, and recalled the experience of unlocking the thermobaric bomb.

At that time, he just had a sudden thought and wanted to help Rick, and as a result, he obtained the hidden reward [Mother of Bombs] in the process of searching for Andrea.

In the world of The Walking Dead, Rick's team is undoubtedly the protagonist of the world.

Before traveling through time, Zhang Qiang had read many fantasy novels, which mentioned the concept of luck.

As the protagonists of the world, Rick's team has great luck and can overcome any crisis they encounter.

If this group of people all work for him, what good things will the mission panel bring him?

Zhang Qiang was looking forward to it, and Glenn's initiative to join naturally made him happy.

As for the others, Zhang Qiang didn't want to force them until it reached a certain point.

The current public opinion environment in the school has praised Zhang Qiang to a very high level, and Zhang Qiang is also happy to see that people admire him while working willingly for him.

There is no need to use force.

Always thinking about killing decisively, always thinking that weapons can rule everything?

The father of the Bear Country is the best example. They ignored their most powerful weapon - thought.

Zhang Qiang thought that the next step in the school’s development was to promote the theory of mission.

Let people wholeheartedly agree with his ideas.

When the vast majority of workers become his supporters, even if others have objections, they will only reflect on whether it is their own problem after discovering that they are not fitting in.

As for Zhang Qiang, the founder of the theory of mission, who would dare to act rashly as long as he is alive?