Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred and thirty-eight, grab a meal, one/five more

Middle-aged Xiaojing shouted, turned and ran. He saw it. The one in front of him was the kind of Evolution who had turned gathering place upside down. He knew a little more than others. He felt the crisis, this guy must be invulnerable.

Wan Qiang itself has not been shot by bullets. Suddenly, the tingling and burning on his body made him panic. He only knew that he was shot and it hurts. After the mutation, the dull skin has not hurt so much. He was rolling on the ground, imagining his final destination.

The bullets continued to fire. Various knives, guns and sticks hit him in the face. He didn’t know what the normal reaction was after being shot. He only knew that he was going to die, and he would die soon.

Thinking that he would die soon, despairing in grief and anger, he roared, struck his leg on the bone of a man’s leg, the man screamed, and flew out diagonally, with his head and feet, one The legs are folded in half in the mid-air reverse joint.

With the first one, there is the second one. He kicked all the red-eye-killing men around him, slowly got up from the ground, the gunshots stopped long ago, the man with the big empty clip held With a rifle, he stared silly at Wan Qiang.

Wan Qiang was still at a loss when he got up from the ground. He turned his head to look around and looked down at his chest. The chest was densely decorated with blood flowers. As long as it was hit by a bullet, the skin was full of flesh, see It seems serious, at most it's just an injury outside the skin.

"Oh!!!" Wan Qiang was excited, he finally realized that his body was strong, his confidence was full, he became fearless, and rushed towards the men with guns. Those men did not react. They Unable to accept it, he glanced over at Wan Qiang, feeling extremely frightened, wanting to escape with his feet, his body was soft, and they could not control their legs.

Wan Qiang picked up a person’s collar and held him high above the head of the country, holding Wan Qiang with one hand holding a man. If he was seen by Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would have no doubt that it was a D2, "Ha!!!" The man was thrown from a distance of tens of meters, and fell to the ground and turned into a sack.

Swinging his right fist **** the top of the second man’s head, the man was half-shorted out of thin air, without half of his head. The part under his nose was embedded in his chest cavity, his eyes were horrified, straight Slammed straight on the ground, unable to move.

The third man broke out when his fear reached its extreme point. He grabbed the hot barrel and flipped the muzzle between the legs of Wan Qiang. Wan Qiang didn’t squat down with his crotch covered like a normal man. Did he look at the blood-red man fiercely? The man stepped back, the rifle fell to the ground, and looked at the Wan Qiang silly.

Wan Qiang leaned over and picked up the man. He dragged the man's leg with his right hand and danced like a windmill. He threw at the last man who turned and fled.

The man dancing in the air shouted with a high tremor and hit his companion. After the bones snapped, the two lay on the ground in a weird shape.

Wan Qiang gasped, his gray-red pupils looked around, and he couldn’t see an enemy again, he was relieved, picked up a few rifles from the ground, turned back to the shack area, and found someone to explain a few words, Put down the rifle and turned to chase where the middle-aged Xiaojing escaped.

gathering place is not big. The heads and brains of several forces are familiar to most people. Wan Qiang knows the middle-aged Xiaojing. He hasn’t been in touch before, and he doesn’t know the man’s nest without a watch.

The Wan Qiang walking on the street is particularly striking. The gray-red with a cold and indifferent pupil, the bald head that can reflect the sun, and the wrong muscles on the body, the most eye-catching is the countless broad beans on his chest. wound.

When Wan Qiang was walking on the street, the wounds on the chest were closed naturally. When the wounds shrank to the size of soybeans, Wan Qiang stopped, and then a thunderous noise came from the belly.

He stopped, the hunger burning in his stomach tortured him, his hunger scorched his nerves, his consciousness was a little vague, and the crowd standing on the street seemed to be a roast chicken in his eyes. The color of seduction radiated to him.

Wan Qiang was almost controlled by his subtle hunger. He reached out and grabbed a living person to eat. Finally, his reason made his teeth bite on his tongue. The salty taste and pain made him wake up and found out The person next to him was far away. He stood in the center of the street. He put a man in front of his chest with his right hand. The man stretched his tongue and looked at him in horror. His face was flushed and urine was dripping from his trouser legs.

Wan Qiang threw the man away, moved forward again, and trot a little. He didn’t dare to stay in the crowd for more than two steps. He saw three men carrying rifles coming here. The two men carried a plastic medical box with a handle, which exuded a faint scent of food, while the other held two bottles of liquor.

From the direction behind them, it can be seen that they are coming from the market at the campsite, maybe to help their power leaders~IndoMTL.com~ ordering and buying meals, several people talked and laughed, see When they stared at their Wan Qiang, they put on a smile, and one handed the food box to another, unloaded the rifle in his hand, and watched Wan Qiang with vigilance.

Wan Qiang was full of confidence and didn't care that others' guns were pointing at him. He walked straight to the three.

"Stop what · · · did, · · stopped, otherwise the shot was shot · · · · · · ·"

Wan Qiang ignored the warning and continued to run over there. The noise of the rifle shooting continued to sound. In the rain of the bomb, Wan Qiang protected his head and face. From the front of the three people, he grabbed the rifle from the man’s hand. The palm fanned him over.

The two people around them are not good at secret. They want to hide aside and pull away the distance. The goal of Wan Qiang is the box in their hands. How can they run away? The three strides catch up with the two, and the giant palm pinches the chicken neck Similarly, they squeezed gently on their necks and they fainted.

Wan Qiang grabbed the food box before it fell to the ground, opened it, and no matter what was inside, opened the mouth and poured it into the mouth.

"pa · · · · · · ·" a wine bottle fell to the ground and crushed bones, the rich aroma of the wine passed to the nose of Wan Qiang. He never felt drunk. He only felt a strange smell, and the saliva came out of the corner of the mouth. The food in it pours into his mouth, and then picks up another intact bottle from the ground, breaks the bottleneck like a toothpick, and tilts his head to pour the wine into his mouth.

Wan Qiang shook his head in the lower abdomen of a bottle of wine and felt very happy. He shouted and continued to move towards his goal. The three people on the ground didn’t even have the interest to glance at him. The three did nothing at all. He just wanted to grab a meal, not kill.

After the Wan Qiang left, three more light pig rifle bullets were snatched away from the street, and the clothes on the body were stripped off. The robbers took advantage of the fire and even their underwear was swept away.