Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

A soldier, whose full body equipment was extremely similar to that of the U.S. Army, wearing goggles and a mask, soon came to the farm to report.

After the soldier on duty confirmed Gary Sanderson's identity, Gary went to the main house to meet Zhang Qiang.

"Sir! Roach reports to you!"

Gary stood in the living room and saluted Zhang Qiang straight.

Zhang Qiang took a look at Gary's "shabby" equipment. He was truly a legendary special forces soldier with no special features in appearance.

Ghost, Soap, and Team Qian, each have very recognizable images and equipment.

Gary was wearing the same standard military uniform and helmet mask as any other U.S. Army soldier, and his appearance underneath the mask was completely invisible.

Gary had a Bushmaster ACR on his back, an M9 pistol in his thigh holster, and a four-barrel night vision goggles on his helmet that looked like spider eyes. Apart from that, Gary had no other eye-catching equipment.

"Gary, no organization in this world knows your life story except me. I will call you this from now on."

Zhang Qiang stared at Gary and said.

"Everything is subject to the commander's arrangements!"

Gary stood at attention and saluted again.

"Some of your old acquaintances will be joining you at the farm soon, and I will need you to carry out the mission then."

Zhang Qiang motioned for Gary to find a chair and sit down. He continued:

"I'll give you a special slot, adding [Strong] and [Lightly Equipped]. Do you think you can passively wield two heavy weapons?"

Gary took off his mask and goggles, revealing a white face with eyes that looked a little small, just like Price, but he didn't look as smart as Price, but rather had a bit of a silly temperament.

"Sir, I can carry heavy weapons without any special skills.

Adding a perk will increase my mobility, but I think you can save points."

Gary has deep eye sockets, a relaxed brow, and a not very tall stature, which is related to his nationality; he is Chinese.

Then, Gary began to daydream, his mind full of thoughts about who the old acquaintance Zhang Qiang was talking about could be.

(But the flag on Xiaoqiang’s chest has always been the flag of the United States)

“You are dealing with a super monster whose body can withstand 8.6mm Norma Magnum bullets, so the expenses I prepare for you are necessary.

Captain Qian and the others are equipped with special skills.”

Zhang Qiang smiled and thought it was good that Gary was willing to save money for him.

After spending 4,000 points to equip Gary with [Lightly Armored] and [Strong], Zhang Qiang also began to wear full body heavy armor.

The mission panel has not yet released any reward tasks to improve Zhang Qiang's tactical qualities. Zhang Qiang is now on the move. If he can't be an assassin, he will be an all-round warrior.

Although being an all-rounder meant being incompetent to him, Zhang Qiang relied on the [Immortal Cigar] to stack up his health points, and his health points were already at 200 points.

Zhang Qiang had seriously considered that acting together with 141 might hold them back, so he ultimately positioned himself as a tank support.

After all, Zhang Qiang is the only one in the entire force who can do infinite acupuncture, infinite armor repair, infinite firing, and daily blood stacking.

Zhang Qiang will go along with the operation to investigate the butter factory.

Currently, only Zhang Qiang has experience in dealing with mutated zombies.

Even if he couldn't win, Zhang Qiang believed that with his infinite acupuncture hand speed, he could retreat under the cover of 141.

After preparing his equipment, Zhang Qiang closed his eyes and rested in the living room, waiting for Captain Qian and others to arrive.

Noon, lunch time.

A lot of smoke rose from the farm. The school had no rations and the outbound teams had no gas equipment. They could only use the simplest pots to cook, heat and boil food.

The workers were heating up canned food. It was cold in autumn and eating cold food could easily cause stomach upset.

“What smells so good…”

The laborers soon realized something was wrong, as a delicious smell wafted from the soldiers’ cooking area.

During his inspection, Zhang Qiang saw that the soldiers, mainly from the Scorpion Unit, were cooking in the camp. Many soldiers were gathered around a big pot, frying some kind of food.

Some Scorpion Corps militiamen who were mixed in with the laborers showed expressions of envy and jealousy.

With tasks to do, they must eat in the same cooking area as the workers. Although there is no mandatory rule, there are differences among teams. This is the basic rule that group animals take for granted.

Zhang Qiang walked to the soldiers' cooking area, and a group of soldiers surrounding a big pot immediately made way and saluted Zhang Qiang.

Most of these soldiers are Scorpion Force soldiers wearing black combat uniforms, and there are also some foreign deployed soldiers.

When people of all kinds were gathering around a big pot, Zhang Qiang's curiosity was also piqued.

At the bottom of the big pot placed on the ground, scraps of paper and firewood were burning in the pit. Zhang Qiang glanced at the red gasoline barrel placed on the pickup truck nearby, which was almost full of gasoline.

The soldiers used a small amount of gasoline to light the firewood, which might be a waste in the eyes of some people, but in Zhang Qiang's eyes, he felt that the school still had many material problems.

Energy and fuel, these two materials are definitely strategic-level consumables in the end times. Zhang Qiang plans to go back to school to check the material reserves after he finishes his recent work.

There was hot oil boiling in a large pot, and golden noodles were sizzling and tumbling inside. Zhang Qiang took a closer look and couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Isn't this a spring roll? Where did it come from?"

Zhang Qiang looked around at the soldiers.

The one responsible for flipping the oil pan is the hornet. As one of the earliest soldiers to appear, the hornet belongs to the scorpion unit. They are tall and strong and are heavy infantry.

Mafeng stood up and saluted, and said in a loud and clear voice in his native language:

"Sir, this is Master Liu's special hometown food, stuffed with mushrooms and eggs!!!"

Zhang Qiang was standing next to the hornet and his ears were almost deafened by the sound. Fortunately, the word "-1" did not appear on his health bar.

Zhang Qiang scratched his ear and asked with a frown, "Who is Master Liu? Is he from Scorpion?"

There were quite a lot of Scorpion Corps soldiers deployed later, and Zhang Qiang didn’t remember everyone’s real name.

"No, sir...

It’s… Master Chef Liu Tingbao, he’s now the school’s chef, he’s improved a lot of food cooking methods, the workers like him very much…”

Ma Feng, an upright professional soldier, did not dare to look up at Zhang Qiang at this time. He heard that Liu Tingbao's nose was cut off by his superiors.

"Liu Tingbao still has this ability?"

Zhang Qiang took off his gloves, reached his hands into the boiling oil pan, and quickly scooped out a spring roll to taste.

(Health -3, those who understand will understand.)

A hot and delicious taste suddenly exploded and spread in his mouth. Zhang Qiang closed his eyes, and the scenery of his hometown naturally appeared in his mind.

In fact, the taste of spring rolls would not have been particularly outstanding if they had been eaten before the disaster.

Due to the low-temperature storage in autumn over the past few days, and the fact that this is the second time the spring rolls have been fried after Liu Tingbao’s processing, the original flavor of the spring rolls has been reduced by half.

But for Zhang Qiang, who has not tasted the food from his hometown for many years, this is already a rare delicacy, especially now that he is living in the end times.

"The umami flavor of mushrooms, the aroma of scrambled eggs, some kind of spice mix with cumin, and even a little sweet and sour sauce in it???"

Zhang Qiang's eyes widened. This still tasted a little weird, but compared to the canned soybeans, canned corn, simple scrambled eggs and baked pies he ate day after day, it was more than ten times more delicious!!!

"Liu Tingbao...he did a good job."

Zhang Qiang couldn't help feeling complicated when he thought of his compatriot whose nose he had cut off, and who was even his follower.

Boom...

The sound of a car approaching was heard outside the farm's electric fence. It was stopped by a team of soldiers on duty with guns. The car soon stopped and three members of Task Force 141 got out.

Zhang Qiang naturally noticed the commotion outside the farm. He waved to Captain Qian and others and asked them to come over to eat something.

Several people and soldiers gathered around the oil pan until Ma Feng thought the time was almost right, then they used the oil net to scoop out all the spring rolls and everyone started to share the food.

"Gary! Gary! Come out and eat!"

Zhang Qiang shouted towards the main house.

At the door of the main house, Gary Sanderson took off his mask and goggles and walked out with a gun on his back.

Gary was suddenly stunned for two seconds when he saw the nearby soldiers' mess area. There were three familiar figures standing next to Commander Zhang Qiang.

"Welcome to the new world, rookie."

Price stood between the soap and the ghost, raised his bearded chin and smiled at Gary.