Apocalypse Cockroach: 137th, my name is Wan Qiang five/five more

"Bah · · ·" spit a heavy sputum on the bald face, middle-aged Xiaojing left the bald man who had not swallowed, turned to look at the men who had ended the search, the men had been tired for a long time, violent demolition plus search, they Tired like a dog, waiting for middle-aged Xiaojing to speak together, secretly begging him to withdraw his troops.

"Look at what to see if · · · will not go to the next one?"

The middle-aged Xiaoqiang shouted, and the men strove to the next shack area. When they got there, the men hesitated. The shack was not as scattered as before. everything in disorder, east and west. Everything here is lined up horizontally and lined up vertically. The materials used are the same as elsewhere, and the shapes are also different. It looks relatively neat.

This is also that's all. The biggest difference here is that the people inside are not as chaotic as others. They hid in the house and looked in the cracks of the door. More than 100 men stood in the shack with various simple weapons. District, watching these bad-willed people with vigilance.

Middle-aged Xiaojing's face became serious. The people in front were different from those just now. They were united. It seemed that he did not lack the courage to defend his homeland. He carefully looked at the man in front. After a long while, he smiled, and the man in front of them was bluffing.

Although he holds a weapon in his hand, his posture is not correct, he does not wave, if he hits others, he must be hit first, the men pretend not to be afraid, the sweat beads on their foreheads betray the tension in their hearts , Unsteady standing on the ground, slightly trembling legs and body shaking slightly.

"People from all over the world, punch me · · · · · · · ·"

Middle-aged Xiaojing ordered, the men shouted and rushed forward. The middle-aged Xiaojing was right. These men were all from the crowd. When they saw the murderers coming, they thought of it the first time. Instead of welcoming him, he turned around and ran. During the running, various wooden sticks were thrown to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged Xiaojing’s men rushed into the shack and into the broken crowd. They waved their arms and smashed the one by one panic-stricken people, and fell down. There was a scream, and the men shouted with joy. They vented their hardship today to these guys who didn't know how to lift.

The shack went to chaos, no longer just the same as before, the screams of one by one women and children rang out, many women rushed out and wanted to pounce on the man who fell to the ground,

A smile hangs on the mouth of middle-aged Xiaojing. He also needs to vent, bullying others is the best way to vent. Seeing those women who broke out, middle-aged Xiaojing was disgusted, just about to give orders Regardless of the same lessons as men and women, the few men rushing in front suddenly flew back.

These people didn’t know what was hit, they flew six or seven meters high, made a big arc in the air, fell backward, and fell **** the ground. These people flew loudly in the air. The screams fell to the ground but received a sound. The gourds rolled on the ground like rolls. Between the tumbles, the body became soft and the sound of bones roasted popcorn.

When they stopped, no one could move, slanting their heads of red blood flowing down the corners of their mouths, their bodies soft and in various strange poses.

"His · · · · · · ·" middle-aged Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief, can fly people so far, not ordinary people can do, not Evolution is the master of the house.

Another three or five people screamed loudly in the air, and one of them spit out a bit of blood in the air, and the chaotic blood and water fell like a raindrop from the air.

At this time, the men could no longer carry it, and they turned around and fled, and shed wailing men and crying women. When they stood behind the middle-aged Xiaojing, he saw a different man Appears on the opposite side.

The man is unusually tall, standing tall among the crowd, and the height of Ordinary people only reaches his chest. The height of more than two heights reminds middle-aged Xiaojing of the previous nightmare, and makes gathering place cruel to blow up the D2 type zombie of the bridge. The tall and tall man is just like the D2 zombie with a bare head.

Muscle knots, blue tendons are wrong, and when walking, the wrong tendons are hidden like a pigeon blood tattoo for a time limit, forming a horror relief, which then disappears.

Where is this person, this is a D2 with open eyes, the man's eyes are open, there is no dark brown pupil of ordinary people in the eyes, it is a kind of gray-red, gray-red without Yin red to people The sense of violentness, but a kind of madness, a little indifferent.

The man strode to the front of the crowd in a big stride, looking at the shocked middle-aged Xiaojing and roaring loudly:

"My name is Wan Qiang, they are my folks, their business is my business!!!"

Wan Qiang doesn't speak much, and no longer speaks out after saying this, staring at the big-eyed eyeball and staring at the middle-aged Xiaojing.

Looking at Wan Qiang, middle-aged Xiaojing smiled, and Wan Qiang opened his mouth to dispel his doubts. The person who speaks is not zombie. As long as it is not zombie, he is not afraid, no matter how powerful, he believes that quantity can overwhelm quality. of.

"Hah! A big tone, a dumb and thick · black bald man dared to show it here, I just killed a bald man, it’s not bad for you, I’ll make a pair of · · · · "

Middle-aged Xiaojing looked at Wan Qiang and talked, as if the giant in front of him was already the meat on his cutting board.

"What do you want, we have nothing."

Wan Qiang shouted, sad and angry, they were just a group of rats hiding in the civilian area, they are all folks in the top ten miles and eight townships of Doomsday, he accidentally drank the first rain, and others became zombie and were dragged and killed He was hidden by blind dates, taking the risk of taking care of him who was struggling every day on the verge of life and death.

Later, he discovered that his body was mutated and growing in a larger and larger direction. The food consumed was even more. At that time, gathering place was still orderly. Everyone could eat, and he could only eat. The energy needed to grow is saved by hundreds of blind dates from the teeth.

Later, with his ability, he led people to grab some food. If he used these foods, he could become a powerful little leader. He gave up, and he could not bear those hungry folks.

There is not much food, the consumption of hundreds of people is an astronomical number~IndoMTL.com~After the food is exhausted, Wan Qiang goes hungry with blind date. In order to reduce his consumption more than others, he lay in bed all day, now When someone comes to the door to make trouble, he will naturally come forward.

He is not afraid of middle-aged Xiaojing and his men, but he can’t ignore his folks. After the demonstration, his words were a little weak.

"I don’t want anything else, I just want you to kneel, as long as you kneel, I will let them go · · · · · ·"

Middle-aged Xiaojing pointed at him, and rushed up to four or five men, and aimed at the poor people with a rifle.

Seeing those muzzles, Wan Qiang hesitated. He had never tried to carry a bullet with his body. He was worried about the blind date being hurt. He bowed his head, stared at his feet, and shivered.

"Ha! Don’t kneel, right? Give him some color and see · · · · · · · · ·"

In the middle, Xiaojing winked at one of his men. The rifle spewed out his tongue, and the streamer bullets spewed out countless bloodstains in the crowd. After their backup shot out from the front chest, catching up with the people in front, dye the backup bleeding again.

"Ao · · · · · · · · ·"

Wan Qiang howled, lifted his big feet like rushing over here, the muzzle shifted at the same time, in the sound of the fire tongue gun, countless fluorescent lights flashed in front of his chest, and the tight clothing stretched by his body was broken Turning on, turning into countless fragments, Wan Qiang was hit backwards by the impact of bullets, and finally backed out irrevocably, tripped to the ground, and issued an angry roar.

"Go on, kill me · · · · · · · · ·"

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