Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Chapter 121 A Valuable Accident

The fact is just as Ghost predicted, the cult team that went out found the bodies of the believers and informed Marshall of the situation.

"Fuck! Who did this?! You said someone escaped? And killed the believers?!"

Marshall sat on the stone seat in the church with a very grim expression. His first reaction was that there was a traitor among the believers.

Only believers can kill believers. This is the iron rule recognized by Marshall.

Under the stone seat, five believers knelt on one knee, not daring to respond to Marshall's anger.

"Your Majesty Bishop!"

A believer wearing a mask walked out of the aisle and slowly entered the church.

Marshall smelled a familiar scent and knew the identity of the visitor.

"Butcher! What's up with you?!"

Marshall's attitude towards the believer was calm, and even though he was still angry, he had to control his emotions.

Butcher is the training instructor of all believers in the playground. He was a disabled veteran before the disaster. Because they are of the same skin color, Marshall trusts him very much.

Butcher knelt on one knee like the other believers. His nearly two-meter height still made him stand out from the crowd. He solemnly reported what he had discovered:

"After investigation, we found that only Lewis went out last night. As you can see, he is dead."

Marshall's leadership thinking may not be outstanding, but at least it is at a normal level. He immediately captured the key meaning of Butcher's words.

"You mean? It was done by civilians?!"

Marshall's tone quickened, and he glared at Butcher fiercely. The Believer was a myth created by Marshall himself, and he would not allow anyone to undermine the authority and image of the Believer.

Butcher raised his head slightly and noticed Marshall's warning. He was silent for a moment and said:

"I suspect that there are pagans among us. The believers checked the list of civilians and found that a white man named Ghost disappeared inexplicably."

"Gorst works in the restaurant. According to Gorst's supervisor, this white man was a firefighter before the disaster and has scars from burns all over his body. He rarely communicates with people. He suddenly showed up outside our camp two weeks ago to seek shelter."

Marshall tapped his fingers on the armrests of the stone seat. He probably remembered the appearance of Ghost, the man who had written the menu for him and Liu Tingbao.

Thinking of Liu Tingbao again, Marshall fell into deep thought. He had not yet arranged the role of this Asian. Should he continue to test his loyalty and keep him, or give him to the Mexicans as a bargaining chip? They have always been interested in the secrets of believers.

Marshall waved his hand to let all the believers except Butcher leave, and he chatted with Butcher about recent events in a bored manner.

"Butch, I have always believed that believers are gifts from God, and it is impossible for anyone to defeat us. But now a believer has been slaughtered, what do you think I should do?"

Butcher looked at Marshall with twinkling eyes. The bishop still didn't understand what he meant. As long as the killer was attributed to a hidden pagan, everything would go smoothly. It might even arouse everyone's anger and make everyone united against the enemy.

Butcher walked up to Marshall and whispered a few words. Marshall nodded repeatedly, ready to accept Butcher's suggestion.

"Then let's do this! You take Liu to the livestock farm in the suburbs and be responsible for keeping him under control. I'll notify those Mexican bastards to come over."

Marshall decided on Liu Tingbao's role. Now the church needs more advanced weapons and equipment. The church's enemies are very powerful. There is an armed force called "Heaven's Destiny Army" in the open, and since last night there has been an unknown cult.

Marshall could not help but transform the concept of pagans mentioned by Butcher into an entity and regarded the other party as an enemy. Because in his mind, only believers can kill believers, but it is not ruled out that someone in Newnan City has the same adventure as him and obtained the [God's Blood].

Of course, Marshall could never have imagined that the Lamb's "Army of Destiny" that he believed in was the same force as the heretical cult he believed in, and that the other party also called them a cult.

Reality is so magical.

A day passed, and in the pancake shop, supervisor Van Fleet was arranging today's work.

The believers were having their meal, but some of them would look at Van Vliet from time to time with scrutiny in their eyes.

Ghost disappeared inexplicably and became the biggest suspect for killing the believers. Van Fleet pretended that nothing was wrong on the surface, but he felt under great pressure in his heart.

Van Fleet did not believe that Ghost could kill the believers. He understood the nature of the believers better than they did, because he was one of the few people in the entire church who had seen the true face of God.

"Shit God..."

VanVleet also thought so in his heart, and he agreed with Marshall on this point.

Together, the two men created the early church. Van Fleet was responsible for managing civilians in the early days, but now his power is limited to the waffle shop and he is only responsible for the staff in the shop.

The news coming out of the church today was very unfriendly to the pancake shop. Van Fleet silently endured the gazes of others and directed the staff to work.

"Amanda!! Hurry up!! Stop wasting fucking time!!"

After Ghost disappeared, the granddaughter of his good friend Austin took over the waitress's position. Seeing Amanda's slowness, Van Fleet immediately yelled at her.

Amanda remained unmoved, her expression dull as she continued to slowly write down the requests of the believers.

"Fuck! Old Fan! Don't you have anyone else? Why let a kid write the list!!"

The believer waiting nearby was already feeling impatient. He only said a few names of dishes, but he couldn't stand the waiter's writing speed, which was really challenging his patience.

"Excuse me sir...I don't know how to write the word corn."

Amanda responded respectfully.

The believer cursed again and snatched the menu from Amanda's hand, only to find that the stupid kid had written the first letter of "corn" as "P".

The believer fell silent and waved Amanda away.

Van Fleet sighed secretly as he watched Amanda walking back slowly. Auston ignored the advice and insisted on going through the "chosen by God", and ended up being fed to God. It's a pity for Amanda, there is no blood relative of her in this world anymore.

The consequence of "failure" in God's selection is death, but the family of the loser will also suffer discrimination from the stupid common people.

Van Fleet somewhat regretted agreeing to fool others with Marshall. In order to survive, everything was distorted, which often made him feel uneasy in his conscience.

"Amanda! If you can't do this job well, I'll kick you out! This is the opportunity your grandfather fought for you! Are you going to waste his hard work like this?!"

Van Vliet pointed at Amanda's nose, looked down at her short stature and scolded her.

Amanda nodded dully, indicating that she understood.

This poor child no longer has the enthusiasm she once had, and now her attitude towards life is confused. After her grandfather Austin failed to be chosen by God, Amanda became the "descendant of sinners" in the eyes of the common people. Her friends who used to get along with her all showed disgust towards her.

Suddenly there was a sound of a spatula falling in the kitchen, followed by Liu Tingbao's angry shout:

"Let's eat! What the hell are you yelling at me for!!!"

Liu Tingbao kicked open the kitchen door and walked behind the cashier counter. He glanced at his companions and believers who were eating, and then locked his eyes on Van Vliet.

After learning that Ghost had escaped, Liu Tingbao was furious. He was now very worried that Ghost would go back and define himself as a traitor.

Although he had extraordinary power, Liu Tingbao's final thought was to go home. Moreover, the true power of the Heavenly Destiny Army was absolutely irresistible to this group of cultists. Sigma, as a surrenderer of Woodbury, went back to school and told Liu Tingbao what the "nuclear flattening" of Pelican Mountain looked like.

Liu Tingbao didn't want to be buried with this group of stupid cultists. He wanted to escape, but he had no idea how to do it.

The people who were stared at by Liu Tingbao avoided his gaze. Not to mention the "ambiguous" relationship between this chef and Bishop Marshall, the fact that he cooked delicious food was enough to give people no reason to provoke him.

Van Vleet raised his hands to signal that he would give in. He wanted to speak to calm Liu Tingbao, but the latter took the initiative to go back to the kitchen to continue working.

squeak...

The glass door of the muffin shop was pushed open, and a tall black believer came in with five of his followers. It was Butcher who came to take Liu Tingbao to the livestock farm.

At this time, Liu Tingbao didn't know that the price had been set for him, and he was just waiting for the goods to be delivered to his door.

"Coach Butcher!"

Someone spotted Butcher and said hello.

Butcher nodded to his students, then walked straight to Van Fleet: "It's time to pick food today. You have to take Liu with you and let him get familiar with the system here."

Van Vleet looked at Butcher suspiciously, and Butcher's cold eyes made Van Vleet realize that something was wrong.

In the past, Van Vleet would bring a group of staff to transport raw meat, but today Butcher specifically asked for the chef. This was a bit unusual.

Van Fleet suddenly didn't want to move, but unfortunately he was of a class that prevented him from disobeying his believers, let alone Butcher, a black compatriot whom Marshall respected.

'Marshall, you nigger, I shouldn't have helped you in the first place!'

Van Fleet now suspects that Marshall wants to trap Liu Tingbao, and will also take him into custody. He knows too many dirty deeds of Marshall. This man was just a small character before the disaster. If he hadn't played well with a mentally retarded boy, Marshall would have died in the tide of zombies after the disaster.

"Okay, okay, Master Butcher, I'll go inform Liu right away."

Van Vleet ran to the kitchen.

Liu Tingbao quickly came out of the kitchen with Van Vliet, and he left the remaining work to the former chef.

The believers in the pancake shop observed this scene silently, but their minds were not thinking about anything else.

"Can I come along?"

Amanda, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke to Van Vliet.

"Of course not, you're still a child, you can't even do the job of a waiter!!"

Van Fleet looked at Amanda with pretended contempt. This trip would most likely be dangerous, so it would be better for Amanda not to go with them.

"Take her with you."

Not knowing what Butcher was thinking, he suddenly gave an order to Van Fleet.

Old Fan trembled when he received the order. He was doomed. Amanda would go out to die with him.

Liu Tingbao looked at Butcher, and Butcher looked at him, and they both smelled each other's scent at the same time. They were the same kind.

Butcher looked at Liu Tingbao deeply, without feeling any regret. If the church wanted to develop, it had to make sacrifices. Since the Mexicans needed samples, Liu Tingbao was naturally the best choice. After all, he was the only one who had no deep ties with the believers and the church.

In Marshall's mind, Liu Tingbao was just an accident, but fortunately this accident was valuable.

"I'm Butcher, here to escort you."

Butcher took the initiative to step forward and introduce himself to Liu Tingbao, hoping to lower the other party's guard.

If a fight breaks out between believers, the situation will be very difficult to handle. Butcher hopes that he can complete the task easily this time without too much effort.

Liu Tingbao looked at Butcher calmly. He could hear Butcher's heartbeat. When Butcher said he was going to escort them, Butcher's heartbeat quickened by two beats.

"Ok."

Liu Tingbao shrugged indifferently.

Butcher frowned. He had no idea what Liu Tingbao meant because the Asian man's heart was beating very fast, as if he was always angry.

Take Liu Tingbao, Amanda, Van Fleet, Butcher and the team to the entrance of the amusement park.

A pickup truck, a refrigerated van, and many motorcycles were parked on the asphalt road. Butcher asked Liu Tingbao to sit in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, and he sat in the back of the truck. Van Fleet and Amanda got in the van.

Three believers drove motorcycles to clear the way for others, and two believers acted as drivers. The rusty iron gate of the amusement park opened, and the zombies attracted by the civilians outside the gate seemed to have encountered their natural enemies, and their rotten bodies sped up and spread out in all directions...