Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Chapter 195 Abraham: "This guy is 12 years old?!"

When Abraham noticed Alan had left the car, he nervously opened the door and jumped out immediately, picking up his M16 and ready to open fire in support.

Boom boom boom boom boom——!

Alan moved quickly across the open space like a small spinning top, constantly turning her gun to shoot! Now that the violent zombies had changed their targets, this was her best chance to counterattack!

A series of blood flowers exploded around, and the heads of more than a dozen violent zombies surrounding the truck exploded one after another, and they were all shot to death by automatic rifles.

"Roar ah ah ah!!!"

A violent zombie was on Alan's side, trying to take advantage of this opportunity.

Alan glanced to the left and immediately bent down to avoid the zombie's attack. At the same time, he stretched out his calf and tripped over the zombie's ankle.

boom! ! !

The violent zombie missed its target and fell to the ground, struggling frantically to stand up. When it turned around, Alan had the gun pointed at it.

"Execution."

Alan sneered, pulled the trigger and shot its head off.

boom.

The corpse with half of its head missing fell to the ground.

The brutal zombies around all turned into corpses, lying on the ground with their limbs spread out.

Abraham was still in a tense state. He looked around with his gun and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The situation was safe, but Abraham suddenly covered his head and looked at Alan in shock. He stammered, "How old did you say you were?"

"12 is old."

Abraham: “…”

This guy is twelve years old... ?

Alan's car must have been scrapped. Gabriel and Eugene got out of the car and moved the supplies in the car onto the military truck. Under Alan's death gaze, Eugene cleaned up the vomit in the car.

The group boarded a military truck and continued on to Highway 95.

The huge demon that Gabriel mentioned did not appear. Only a group of brutal zombies appeared in the town. This species, which was between zombies and mutated zombies, made Alan fall into silence and think.

After the Sea of ​​Corpses War ended, the Destiny Army team responsible for searching for the blue-armored giant corpse followed the traces left by the blue-armored giant corpse and searched to the east.

In the end, the soldiers did not find the blue-armored giant zombie, but they frequently discovered a new type of monster, the brutal zombie, on the road. They did not have bulletproof skin, but were agile and nimble in their movements, and could use some simple tools.

Similar to primitive people using sticks and stones.

Now, dozens of brutal zombies have appeared in a small town in South Carolina, and Alan couldn't help but think of the intelligence about the Destiny Army.

They believe that the appearance of brutal zombies is closely related to the blue-armored giant zombie!

Combined with what Gabriel said about the huge demon, Alan instantly became worried.

If she wanted to call for support, she could contact Principal Zhang directly, but wouldn’t all her previous efforts be wasted? In the end, she would still be a child in the principal’s eyes.

Alan hesitated. She knew that the escaped blue-armored giant corpse was a major concern for Principal Zhang. Every time she saw Zhang Qiang talking about the blue-armored giant corpse, she had an extremely serious expression.

Perhaps she shouldn't have concealed information that was extremely important to the Destiny Front for her own selfish reasons.

Thinking of this, Alan's mind suddenly became clear.

She only needs to report the large number of brutal zombies that have appeared, and the Destiny Army will handle the rest on their own.

As for calling for support, Teacher Daryl and Instructor Wang Zhiqiang often call for fighter jet support when they are on missions outside, so what does little Kara count for?

Alan picked up the intercom on the bench and prepared to contact Zhang Qiang who was far away in Atlanta.

"Zizizizizi... Principal Zhang, please reply..."

There was no response from the other end of the intercom. Alan frowned and tapped the intercom.

Eugene, who was watching from the side, suddenly asked, "Who is Principal Zhang?"

"Our supreme leader. The light of Zoju."

Alan replied nonchalantly.

Eugene curled his lips. This guy has such a big reputation, is he really that awesome?

Maybe there really was one. Eugene recalled the scene where Alan fired a rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other at the same time. This girl was able to protect him during the battle. She was simply a superman...

Perhaps only a military organization headed by such a big shot can cultivate young fighters like Alan.

"There may be no satellite stations nearby, so your signal can't reach as far as Zuozhou."

Eugene kindly reminded Alan that even the radio in the military truck could only communicate for a few dozen kilometers.

Alan glanced at Eugene. This fat man with a Tennessee hairstyle looked very smart, but Alan still didn't believe that he was a virus scientist.

Alan's hair and clothes were covered with the rotten blood of the brutal zombies. A foul smell filled the air around Alan, making her wrinkle her nose.

"Abraham, can you ask Rosita to take Alan to change clothes? She's covered in blood, and that's not healthy."

Eugene was very good at observing people's expressions and when he found out that Alan was dissatisfied with his current situation, he immediately took the initiative to communicate with Abraham on Alan's behalf.

Abraham was driving, recalling the previous encounters with brutal zombies in his mind. It must be said that Alan's fighting moves were swift and simple, with a violent aesthetic, which made him want to learn from him.

"Ah? Okay. Rosita, can you go help me later?"

Abraham came to his senses and immediately responded to Eugene.

Rosita opened the glass window behind the front of the car and asked Alan, "Girl, did you bring extra clothes? If you don't have any, you can wear mine."

Eugene looked at Rosita's snow-white arms and swallowed secretly.

"I brought it."

Alan pointed at the large and small bags in the carriage and said.

After a while, the military truck passed a stream. Rosita took Alan out of the car and simply cleaned the blood off his body.

"Girls, hurry up, we have to find a place to stay tonight."

In the truck in the distance, Abraham used the intercom to urge the two people. They had wasted a lot of time on the way, and they were destined not to reach Washington today, so they could only find a place to stay overnight along the way.

Alan squatted by the stream and washed her short hair. Fortunately, she brought various supplies with her when she came out, otherwise she wouldn't even have shampoo now.

Washing your hair with clean water cannot wash away the sticky and dirty blood.

"Can you tell me why you want to leave... the Destiny Position mentioned in the flyer."

Rosita talked to Alan.

"We have introduced a new bill that will allow people who go out to explore new places to gain the right to use the land and autonomy."

Alan said as he rubbed his head.

"Of course, I'm not interested in land, I just want to raise our flag at the White House."

"What kind of flag?" Rosita asked.

Alan stopped washing her hair, rubbed the foam in her hands on her pants, and then took out the thing Wang Zhiqiang gave her, a red flag badge that would be affixed on the chest of the Scorpion Corps.

“This is our flag.”