Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

While Zhang Qiang was attracting the attention of the zombies and the sound of machine gun fire resounded throughout the factory, 141 entered the food factory from the west gate.

Price surveyed the huge factory building.

The zombies nearby did not notice 141 and his friends and were still walking towards the direction of the gunshots. 141 now only needed to find the entrance to the factory.

Price's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and he soon discovered a small iron door next to the rolling door of the factory.

"Follow me."

Price pulled out a silenced M1911 and shot the zombie that was blocking his way to death with two bursts of fire.

As the two corpses were about to fall to the ground, Soap and Ghost's footsteps became silent, and they jumped out like a raiding cheetah, each holding one of the zombies and placing them steadily on the ground.

There was no big noise on the way to the small iron gate. Price was the first to arrive at the door of the iron gate, put his ear close to it, and tried to hear any movement inside the gate.

No sound came from behind the iron gate. Even if there were zombies, they should be very few.

After judging the general situation outside the door, Price began to observe the iron gate again.

The iron door is relatively heavy, which means that the door lock is difficult to break. Even if you use a rifle to shoot off the iron pin in the lock, you still need to break in violently.

"Soap, use thermite."

In order to avoid making too much noise and attracting nearby zombies, Price ordered Soap to break the door lock, while he moved sideways away from the iron gate and guarded the surroundings.

Soap pulled a thermite grenade from his flak jacket pocket and Ghost handed him a block of gel.

After skillfully sticking the thermite grenade to the door lock, Soap pressed the fuse hard on the door lock and immediately took a big step back.

Chi! !

The fuse of the thermite grenade hit the iron door, and two seconds later a large number of dazzling sparks burst out.

The iron gate is located in a recessed area of ​​the factory building, and the thermite replacement reaction takes place in a blind spot in the outside area and has not been discovered by the zombies for the time being.

Price waited quietly for the door lock to melt. Thermite can burn through a 60cm thick steel plate in 5 seconds, so it doesn't take much time to deal with this iron door.

Soon, the sparks from the continued reaction of thermite dimmed, and Price lightly kicked the door open, leading the 141 team members into the factory.

This is not an enemy armed base, so there is no need to be too careful about the situation inside. At least the zombies don't have guns.

Behind the iron gate is a utility room where a large amount of cleaning supplies are piled up.

Price put down the M4A1 he had just picked up and looked at the ground. It was very "clean" here, with only dust and no footprints left by others.

Soap opened the door of the utility room, and Ghost carefully entered the corridor of the factory holding the ACR. There were only a large number of rooms around, but no large machinery.

This is definitely not a production workshop, but more like an office area where office staff are located.

The corridor was covered with gray carpet. Gary was carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment, and when he stepped on it with his heavy body, it could only make a tiny, dull sound.

141 searched each room one by one, and each room was empty, with no trace of people or zombies left behind.

"Captain Qian, I found something!"

Gary stood in the corridor and suddenly pointed at a plastic board and whispered.

There was a map of the factory printed on the plastic plate, which was useful information for the 141 members who had no specific information about the factory.

"Good job, Gary."

Price and the other team members stared at the plastic sheet for a while and quickly memorized the map of the entire plant.

If you want to be an excellent special forces soldier, it is not enough to just know how to fight and kill. Without extraordinary brain power and solid knowledge, facing an unfamiliar environment is tantamount to suicide.

After familiarizing themselves with the map, the team members learned that the production workshop could only be reached from the second floor of the office area, so they began to act.

In the office on the second floor, as soon as the team members walked into the corridor, they smelled a foul odor, similar to the smell of fermented feces.

“Shit, it’s really shit…”

Soap slowly advanced up the stairs, pointing his gun toward the entrance to the second floor, and whispered behind Price.

"Shut up rookie."

Price said calmly.

Cautiously entering the door to the second floor, the crowd found several huge gray-brown lumps in the office on the second floor.

Soap frowned, he knew it was feces, in this disgusting situation, he stayed focused and searched all the rooms with his teammates.

After a while, the team members gathered together again to share the suspicious situations they had discovered.

"It's safe. There are no other clues except for the shit that looks like it was pulled by a large animal."

Soap said.

The ghost brought back a laptop and said:

"This computer still has power. I just opened it and checked the contents."

“Is there corn in it?”

Soap said with a smirk.

ghost:"……"

Ghost put the laptop on a table and opened the most conspicuous folder on the desktop. There were indeed some videos in it, but they were not what Soap thought.

When I clicked on the video, a gray-haired old man of medium build appeared on the screen. He faced the camera and left his video information:

“My name is Terry St. John and I’ve been stuck here for a month.

There is no food in the factory, and I don’t know how long I can last. There are thirteen employees with me…

I hope the government’s rescue will arrive soon..."

Price looked at the old man in the video and suddenly said:

"St. John is the name of the farm and food factory. This may be a large family."

"No, Captain Qian, there are only four people in the St. John family. This is Terry, the owner of the St. John Farm and Food Factory. He is also the mutant zombie that the commander mentioned."

Gary said in a low voice, carrying the machine gun.

Gary obviously knew more information than the other team members, which was Zhang Qiang's negligence in not telling everyone about his experience of encountering the zombie lord.

Price glanced at Gary and nodded.

"Then there should be useful information here. Ghost, continue playing the rest of the video."

A new video was clicked and Terry's face appeared again. This time Terry was covering his face and sobbing.

“I’m sorry… but I needed to do it… there was no news from the National Guard, no news from the Army, and no response to any distress calls we sent out.

White fell from the building and we had to use his paralyzed body..."

The third video was opened, still showing Terry's face. This time the old man's expression was much duller, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

"Brandon... I will insist on completing everything and come back to see you... Wait for me..."

Price watched all the videos in silence, and he didn't find any useful information.

The video is entirely Terry's confession, and it seems like he has done something bad.

"Continue searching until all areas are cleared."

Price turned off the laptop screen and could only continue searching the factory.

All team members continued to move forward. The entrance from the office building to the factory workshop was at the end of the second floor, blocked by a bright red iron door.

The iron gate was not locked. After the ghost approached the iron gate, he suddenly felt a vibration under his feet and the sound of heavy objects touching metal behind the door.

Bang…bang…bang…bang…

The sound had a regular rhythm, and Price signaled to Ghost not to open the door because the source of the sound sounded like it was approaching the iron gate.

With a tactical gesture, Price signaled his team members to stay away from the iron gate and set up an ambush.

He hid in the office room closest to the iron gate in the corridor, revealing only half of his old face, and observed how the situation developed.

BANG!!!

The red iron door was suddenly knocked open by a huge force, and the door collided with the wall behind it, making a noise.

A huge and broad figure suddenly appeared, slowly lowered his head, and entered the door frame that was two heads shorter than it, then walked straight to the corridor where the people from Room 141 were lying in ambush.