Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred and sixty-nine viaducts

San Zi took some people to arrange today’s camp on the top of the hill. Today’s harvest is rich. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s men found a temporary tarpaulin in a warehouse in a simple house. These tarps just provided the construction of the campsite. The best material, San Zi took a person to bury a straight steel tube of the thickness of the straight cup into the soil, and fasten the steel tube tightly with the pliers used to build the scaffold. When several steel tubes are connected, a frame comes out. Then use a tarpaulin and a wire to make a standard simple room. The ground is covered with a layer of dry yellow sand, a small piece of tarpaulin, and a quilt. It is safe to sleep.

Old Ren Shi can’t be idle. He took a few people to tie up the steel bars and steel pipes on the ground. As soon as the car came, he could directly load the car. The two little sisters also came out today. Small work clothes help Old Ren Shi to bundle together.

In the distance, a fat cook and a few women are busy working around a cauldron. The cauldron rests on an empty oil drum. A large mouth is opened under the oil drum, and a thick piece of wood is exposed. Half out, the wood-burning fire was faintly visible, a three-foot-high red flame sprayed against the bottom of the pot, the fat cook roasted with sweat at the temperature of the flame, he was standing near the stove and waving a large frying spoon, From time to time, I ordered the woman around me to pour the ingredients into a large iron pan, and the smell of the fried food was dissipated by the wind in a moment. No matter I was resting at the moment, I couldn’t help myself after I smelled the smell of the food. Looked over to the fat cook.

Yang Ke'er was sitting on a folding chair on the hillside, watching headphones while listening to music while wearing headphones. She was very complacent. She stretched a lazy waist and continued to look at the busy crowd. When Zhang Xiaoqiang is together, she is doing hard work. Sometimes she thinks that in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, is it'Yang Ke'er = coolie? "I don’t need her to work now, it’s nice to watch others work, is this the feeling of the boss lady?

Shangguan Qiaoyun sits at the door of the simple room, with a ammunition box inlaid with a metal sheet in front of her. A layer of white cloth is placed on the ammunition box, and the disassembled M1Garand rifle parts are placed on the white cloth. She is holding the trigger component with a rag Wipe, there is a bottle of Wang Le on hand to replace the lubricating oil of the gun oil. Shangguan Qiaoyun’s dream is no longer to go to WH, nor to rely on men to become stronger, her ideas have changed again, she wants to make her unpredictable The marksmanship can be used at any time. I don’t want to be controlled by that weird feeling. My body must let myself be the master. The trigger she put down looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang is standing on the top of the **** to check the progress of the work. He had no knowledge of Shangguan Qiaoyun's wait and see.

Half-sounding, Shangguan Qiaoyun withdrew her sight and continued to maintain her guns. Her feelings for Zhang Xiaoqiang were very complicated. She wanted to be close to him and she was too close, making Zhang Xiaoqiang think that she was a casual woman, but she didn’t Come close, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned a blind eye to her, and wanted to wait for him to pursue himself actively, and he didn’t care that he had a few women. The excellent men in Doomsday are too rare, and they can only be guaranteed by following the lives and materials of excellent men, but Zhang Xiaoqiang She behaved too much to her, and did not show any initiative. Was he still not satisfied with him? The most annoying thing is that Zhang Xiaoqiang used to like to play with her little warm ambiguity, but now Zhang Xiaoqiang sees her like a ghost, why? Do you become terrible now?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the busy crowd and still has a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Now his size is also a board, and there are nearly a hundred people working hard for himself, although there are only more than 20 people who dare to work hard, but this What is the world? This is a Doomsday with a unique population. Now it is okay to have so many people under his own hands. When he is satisfied, he sweeps his eyes into the sky and falls.

A humanoid object fell quickly from the viaduct's fracture, the distance of 40-50 meters was not long, the head of Zhang Xiaoqiang was just picked up, and the thing hit the bridge under the sound of the "pass", except after arousing some There was no more movement outside the dust. At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw dozens of different bodies of zombie lying under the viaduct, including Evolution zombie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang understands why there are so few zombie in the camp. The construction time is at 10 a.m. Before lunch, all construction workers are on the construction site. Except for the cooks, the camp is the person who takes care of the materials. Zhang Xiaoqiang takes the people What was killed was a trivial part of the zombie on the construction site, with the big head still on the viaduct above him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the police dagger hanging on his left leg and scratched at his palm, but he saw a saw blade with a serrated blade. He couldn’t get his hands down. If he could do self-mutilation, he wouldn’t do it~IndoMTL.com ~His self-healing ability is fast, but the pain can't be turned off! He turned and looked at the men wondering if he was looking for someone to back up?

Zhang Huai'an? Not too old, Old Ren Shi? Looking at the Old Ren Shi who was talking and laughing with the little sister, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, forget it, or don’t bully Old Ren Shi, he looked away from others, Wang Chong saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking around in the crowd, thinking Zhang Xiaoqiang was looking for someone To do things, quickly ran to the side of Zhang Xiaoqiang to ask.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the Wang Chong that he ran over a bit speechless. I haven’t seen anyone even come to the door to donate blood for free after Doomsday. Now this very frustrated and distressed Wang Chong has sent it to himself? Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say much, just asked him to donate a little blood. Wang Chong heard his face pale, and he didn't speak. "Shua" stretched his sleeves and stretched his arms to Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. He looked at Wang Chong, Zhang Xiaoqiang with his head tilted to the side and his eyes closed. The dagger was gently stroked on the back of his arm, and a line of red marks appeared slowly, and then blood beads oozed out. Wang Chong was puzzled to see the drizzle on his arm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not explain, let him stand with him to look at the viaduct, Wang Chong pinched his arms unknown, raised his head high and looked at the viaduct above the forty-five to fifty a meter in height, suddenly the top of the viaduct broke There was a black spot everywhere, and slowly I could see that it was a staggering zombie, and the new zombie appeared behind it too. They all went to the break under the **** smell under the bridge.

"Peng· · · · ·" After the first zombie fell under the bridge, zombie kept falling off the bridge one by one, and some of the zombie still had yellow or red helmets on their heads. zombie's black body is connected in a line at a height of forty or fifty meters in the air, and continues to fall under the bridge until the line forms a waterfall composed of corpses. Not all zombie have good luck falling under the bridge on the ground.