Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

The plan to attack the town of Collins was approved by Zhang Qiang at a previous meeting, and Zhang Qiang had no intention of changing the plan after Lasswell arrived.

On that day, Zhang Qiang introduced Lasswell to everyone in the high-level meeting. From now on, when Zhang Qiang is not in school, all external affairs will be decided by Lasswell, and the two armed forces leaders, the Dixon brothers, must fully support her.

"Fuck! Zhang, she used to be a cake maker, and you want Daryl and I to listen to her?"

Moer was furious when he heard this. He had heard from An Zhui that a woman who was a baker before the disaster came to school today! And she actually became his boss in the evening?

After hearing this, Zhang Qiang looked at Lasswell and An Zhui expressionlessly, and both of them smiled awkwardly.

Lasswell did not expect that Zhang Qiang would entrust him with an important task as soon as he arrived, so he concealed the questions about his career before entering the school.

An Zhui didn't expect that Moore would implicate himself as soon as he opened his mouth.

"She's different. Don't ask about her previous career. She's very professional."

Zhang Qiang frowned and looked at Moore. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Moore. In fact, he was also trying to hold back his laughter. The CIA director said that he was a baker.

Indeed...the European East region is their oven...

Seeing Zhang Qiang torturing him with his eyes, Moore chose to shut up. He only needed a suitable answer, and it was enough to know that Lasswell was not really only good at making cakes.

After the meeting, Zhang Qiang checked the list of people on the Collins plan. He and Moore will personally participate in this plan, and Wang Zhiqiang will still be in charge of the school's basic base.

After staying in school for a few days without going out, Zhang Qiang felt his hands itching. Playing with guns was too addictive, and Zhang Qiang had serious potential for violence.

After the meeting, Zhang Qiang returned to the principal's office and contacted Darryl by radio. Darryl was growing very fast and he was better than Moore in doing things, so Zhang Qiang could rest assured.

"Darryl, how's the hotel? Have you encountered any mutant zombies recently?"

What Zhang Qiang is most concerned about is the problem of mutated zombies. Although Macon is just a small city, it is compared with famous big cities in the United States such as Atlanta.

Before the disaster, Macon's population was at least 200,000, and the probability of mutant zombies appearing was much higher than in rural areas.

"Everything is fine, but is it necessary to station troops at the inn? There are fewer and fewer new survivors on the farm. I think we can leave this place to some locals."

Daryl's voice came over the intercom.

"Hahahaha, you can't sit still? How about this, you pick a group of newcomers to replace your positions.

You should bring Rick and the others back. They have been away for half a month. Let everyone come back to see their families."

Zhang Qiang was very happy that there were no more mutant zombies in Macon City.

It is true that St. John's Farm and the Inn are both located on the outskirts of Macon City, where the population is not large. The appearance of giant zombies and zombie lords seems more like a coincidence.

'wrong……'

Zhang Qiang suddenly realized a problem, and he said to Daryl:

"Check the health of the new recruits. Cannibals always have some problems... We absolutely cannot allow cannibals to exist in our team. If you see cannibals in the future, you must shoot them all."

Zhang Qiang guessed that the cannibals transformed into mutated zombies, but he was 100% sure that his inference was correct, because the appearance of the zombie lord Terry was too similar to the prion carriers he had seen on the popular science website before.

In addition, the video files found by Task Force 141 at the St. John's Butter Food Factory also made Zhang Qiang more convinced that the mutated zombies were all transformed from cannibals.

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Daryl did not ask Zhang Qiang the reason. He and Zhang Qiang agreed that people who eat humans are not human beings.

After talking to Daryl, Zhang Qiang left the principal's office and took a walk around the school to get some fresh air.

Zhang Qiang noticed that there was a lot of noisy noise in the teaching building. It sounded like a group of men were playing cards and shouting. Zhang Qiang decided to go up and see what was going on.

The teaching building is now used as a dormitory for workers, with men and women living on separate floors. Zhang Qiang does not want this place to become a haunted hive, and the civilized order must be maintained.

On the second floor of the teaching building, some male workers who were hanging out drinking and chatting gathered in groups of two or three. When they saw Zhang Qiang, they all came over to greet him enthusiastically.

These white people are not as tall as the public intellectuals say, with an average height of 1.9 meters. Most of them are of normal build, but there are a few who are tall and stand out from the crowd.

"Principal!!! Good evening Principal!!"

A white man with a brown beard came forward to greet Zhang Qiang. He was about the same height as Zhang Qiang, but with a fat body, he looked much stronger than Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang smiled back. He had great respect for these workers. These men were all working very hard.

Many men drinking beer in the corridor noticed Zhang Qiang and raised their bottles to salute him. There was an endless stream of greetings coming from all around, forcing Zhang Qiang to raise his hand in response.

Although Zhang Qiang never ate or lived with them, these people all knew that Zhang Qiang did not live a luxurious and licentious life by ordering them around. Everyone's hard work was truly given back to everyone in the school.

"Principal! Come have a drink!!"

"Principal! We're arm wrestling! Wanna bet?! All it takes is a cigarette!"

"Principal! Let's play cards!!!"

The corridor was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, which was normal. These were the only pastimes for these male workers at the moment, and Zhang Qiang was not so cruel as to restrict their only form of entertainment.

However, despite this, Zhang Qiang silently gave An another task in his heart, asking him to popularize fire safety awareness among the workers.

If these people accidentally ignited flammable materials with cigarettes or fire sources after being drunk and caused a large fire, it would be difficult to control the consequences with the school's current fire-fighting capabilities.

"Huh? Someone wants to arm wrestle with me?"

Zhang Qiang walked towards a classroom with a smile. He was greeted by a short and fat white man. He walked over and saw a group of burly men sitting in the classroom. They were sitting around a narrow desk, wrestling their wrists to compete in strength.

"The principal is here to play! Larry! Jock! Have you finished the competition? Is there anyone who wants to compete with the principal?"

The fat white man who greeted Zhang Qiang started to make a fuss wildly. The two men sitting at the table also stood up immediately. People in the corridor came to watch, and more and more people began to make a fuss and scream.

Infected by the atmosphere, Zhang Qiang rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong forearms. He just clenched his fists and bent his wrists, and the muscles in his forearms bulged. The lines of the muscles and the bulges of blood vessels were obvious, showing the explosive power within.

"Who's going first?! Come one by one! My reward for winning is a box of beer and a pack of cigarettes!!"

Zhang Qiang spoke boldly, and a group of men suddenly became excited. They squeezed into the classroom desperately and competed with Zhang Qiang.

"I'll do it! I'll go first!"

"Fuck it!! Who stepped on my foot?!"

"Gail!! What are you from the armed team doing here?!"

Zhang Qiang looked at this group of people and smiled without saying anything...

After a while, the continuous cheering in the corridor gradually died down. As one man after another sitting at the table was killed instantly by Zhang Qiang, these white men began to doubt their lives.

"Anyone else? No one's playing anymore?"

Zhang Qiang sat at the table without moving, and he noticed that people were looking at him.

Following Zhang Qiang's smiling eyes, the men couldn't help but lower their heads to avoid Zhang Qiang's gaze.

"Uh……"

The long wrestling session also caused Zhang Qiang to lose some blood points. Even though he had trained to twice the human limit, the endurance of his muscles was still within the normal biological range. Now all the damage was offset by the blood volume.

Zhang Qiang sighed, stood up and left the classroom. Everyone made way for him. The huge difference in physical strength made them feel a little afraid of Zhang Qiang from the bottom of their hearts, although Zhang Qiang didn't have a bad temper or airs...

After Zhang Qiang left, the men crowded together in the classroom stopped being silent. Someone spoke to his friend:

"Did you lose on purpose to save face for the principal? The back of my hand was pressed on the table without me even reacting. Now my wrist hurts..."

"No ..."

"Are you?"

"I'm not…"

"It's fucking horrible..."

"No wonder the principal was able to kill all the zombies in the town..."

"It's fucking horrible..."