Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Terry's strange face was right before his eyes. John felt as if time had almost stopped. He and Terry stared at each other for a long time.

No! This is his illusion!

Terry's speed was too fast, blurring his perception!

"John! Get out of the way!"

The men behind him were shouting with their weapons in hand, and John blocked their line of fire!

However, John still did not react until Terry's big hand, with five long and thick fingers, pinched his head, and John came back to his senses with wide eyes.

"Terry!! Enough!!!"

John yelled. His reaction just now was like that of a frightened child. How embarrassing!

John hugged Terry, who had a dazed look on his face. The contrast between his strong body and Terry was like a tank and an ordinary car.

His fat arms exerted force suddenly, and the muscles under the fat swelled rapidly, causing John's arms to expand two more times, approaching 70cm in circumference.

After Terry pinched John's head, he was still in a daze. He seemed to be wondering why the person in front of him didn't dare to resist him.

It wasn't until John hugged his waist and felt a tight force that Terry realized his prey was fighting back.

"die……"

Terry's deep voice rang in John's ears.

The next moment, John, with a red face, used all his strength to pick up Terry's thin body, twisted his body and threw him to the ground! !

Terry was heavier than John thought. John felt very tired. He couldn't understand how Terry could be so heavy when he looked as thin as a bamboo pole! !

boom! ! ! !

Terry was thrown to the ground by John, with his head bearing the brunt of the impact and making close contact with the concrete floor!

Ka La! !

The sound of broken bones came from Terry's body. John felt refreshed after hearing it. Strength surged out of his exhausted body again!

"Old man! What's the point of growing taller? You're still going to get beaten like a dead dog! What's the difference from before?!"

Terry's head and neck formed a weird angle, and the blow John threw on him seemed to have broken his neck.

John raised his fat thigh and kicked Terry's skinny body hard, shouting obscenities.

He seemed to have forgotten, or perhaps hadn't noticed, that Terry had caught a 9mm bullet in his head.

"..."

Terry was lying on the ground, staring with cloudy eyes. He felt saliva constantly secreting from his mouth. The close contact with John aroused his appetite and his other side...

"Roar……!!!"

Terry suddenly jumped up from the ground. Even with a broken neck, he still moved in a set of movements of his own, supporting himself with his limbs and moving at an extremely fast speed! !

Chi! ! !

Terry stretched out his dry big hand from under the rag. His sharp nails were actually black and gray. A large amount of keratin was piled up together, making Terry's nails enlarged and bulging. The nails gradually became thinner from the top to the end, forming an arc and a sharp point.

John's vision was just like before, he saw Terry's image flash by, and soon...he lost consciousness.

The armed gangsters were trembling with fear, and only a few of them tried to raise their guns and shoot at Terry.

Because... they saw... Terry holding half of John's head, licking it frantically... the human brain inside the skull...!!!

boom! !

A .45 bullet suddenly hit Terry's forehead and turned into a deformed bullet that remained on the ground.

Terry tilted his head, and pinched his neck with his dry big hands, violently repositioning his cervical vertebrae.

"Roar ah ah ah!!!"

He opened his jaw, and his chin pulled his smelly mouth into a terrifying arc. He let out an inhuman roar and rushed towards the bandits who kept firing at him.

His slender limbs burst out with amazing strength, and Terry turned into a series of afterimages, quickly approaching the people who fired the guns!

Seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast. When this iron rule met Terry, the gangsters didn't even have the ability to aim at Terry! !

There were huge snapping sounds coming from the ground, sometimes very fast, sometimes just a single sound.

That was the sound of Terry's feet, running on the concrete ground.

A few flashes of blood appeared, and Terry's huge figure was frozen in the eyes of the bandits. Several bandits with guns suddenly died with their heads raised. The carotid arteries in their necks were torn open, and blood gushed out!

"Fuck!!! What kind of monster is this!!"

"Shoot him!!"

The bandits screamed in panic. They had guns in their hands, but Terry ignored them! With a wave of his big hand, he could tear off people's clothes and flesh! !

Bang! Chi! Snap!

There were sounds of various weapons being fired, but Terry had already rushed into the middle of the bandits.

Crossbows, pistols, and shotguns could only hit the afterimage left by Terry at best, then penetrate the illusions left on people's retinas and finally hit the bodies of his accomplices.

"Monster! Monster!!!"

“I must be dreaming!!!”

The horrifying scene appeared again, causing everyone present to doubt reality.

Terry hit a bandit with one palm. His huge palm was like hitting tofu, breaking the ribs and muscles, and piercing the bandit from front to back on his dry arm.

Then, with great force, the arm pierced into the abdomen of another bandit again, and its dirty claws began to stir the living man's stomach.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

It would be fine if someone died instantly, but this bandit who was disemboweled alive was in so much pain that he burst into tears and the weapon in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

Terry felt something inside the bandit's body, then pulled it, withdrew his arm, threw away the two dead bodies, and turned to look at the remaining people.

His mouth was stuffed with human organs, and he was chewing them roughly.

"Can we...surrender...?"

It is not known whether they were brave or naive, but some masked bandits tried to put down their guns and beg for Terry's forgiveness.

"Parker!! Don't be fucking naive!! This is a monster!! He's not a human!!!"

The bandit companions reminded angrily.

However, the bandit named Pike had completely lost the will to resist. He threw the hunting crossbow in his hand to the ground and chose to give up.

Seeing this, Terry slowly straightened his tall and hunched body, and the expression on his wrinkled face was no longer as ferocious as before, but rather dull.

He slowly walked towards Pike, trying to understand the behavior of his prey.

boom! ! !

A gunshot! Someone took the opportunity to shoot Terry who had stopped! !

Dang clang...

There was a metallic sound from where Terry was shot in the upper body, and this sound reminded Terry of something.

Bang...Boom!!

He moved his body, and several bandits who were huddled together were suddenly knocked flying. One of them was even grabbed by the head by him, his nails dug into his skull and crushed it.

That man was the bandit who had just fired the shot.

Terry's dull eyes scanned the surroundings, and his killing target changed. He bypassed Pike who was kneeling on the ground, and the man standing with a gun became his first choice.

"Put down the gun, put down the gun!! Kneel down to survive!!!"

Seeing that Terry ignored him, Pike thought he had grasped the key to survival and even wanted to warn others.

Chi! ! !

A thick long finger poked into the back of Parker's head. After stirring in his brain for a few times, Terry pulled out the finger and put it in his mouth to suck:

"tasty……"

“Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!”

The bandits are getting restless again! They don't want to be eaten like pudding! ! This undignified way of dying is more terrifying than being torn apart by zombies.

The process of survival and fighting was completely controlled by Terry, whose every move determined the fate of the bandits...

After another round of gunfire, the area near the back door of the supermarket was filled with the bodies of the Savelots bandits.

People torn in half... people whose necks were cut... people whose heads were crushed...

Some were already lying on the ground, trembling, undergoing the process of transformation into corpses.

When Terry saw that there were still "living things", he went straight over and pressed down the corpses that were in the process of transformation. He poked open their skulls with his index finger and bent down to lick the brains inside.

Except for the women in the parking lot who were tortured to the point of being powerless, all humanoid lives became Terry's food. He tore off the rags on his body, revealing the finger-thick steel plate covering his upper body.

Bang! !

Terry threw the heavy steel plate to the ground. His upper body had turned blue-gray, and his muscles were like thin pieces of armor, covering every part of his body. He looked full of terrifying explosive power.

After the killing, it was time to enjoy the spoils. Terry hunched over and walked towards the women whose skulls had not yet been opened. The nails on his big hands grew a few more centimeters at a speed visible to the naked eye...

"shit..."

In a gas station a hundred meters away from the parking lot, a middle-aged white man with a shotgun on his back and a baseball cap on his head put down his binoculars and muttered to himself in fear.

Kenny, it's his turn to go out and look for food today.

He and Lee separated on the block and heard gunfire coming from the supermarket parking lot.

Kenny watched the entire process of Terry slaughtering the bandits.

Kenny originally wanted to go to the supermarket to grab some supplies, but now he didn't dare to stay there for even a second and immediately turned around and left the gas station.

"Li...Li!! Get out of this neighborhood! It's too dangerous!!"

Kenny notifies Lee on the intercom.

"What? Kenny? What did you find?"

"Fuck! Lee! Just listen to me! We can't stay here for another minute! This is too fucking weird! Let's go back and talk about it!"

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