Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred and thirty-nine pick-up two/five more

In the gathering place, the power of the middle-aged Xiaojing can be regarded as between the second and third class. There are more than a dozen rifles and hundreds of people. It is because he can only touch the tail of the second class. Distressed for the payment to Jona, he fled back alone and distressed the half of the men and guns he threw outside.

Dare not care, Wan Qiang did not catch up in the first time, he is a good thing, he issued a command loudly, it opened the grain store, poured all the food on the side of gasoline, and put the body Take out the food stamps and make a decision on the spot. As long as he can kill the enemy, he will send a lot of them, and everyone has a share.

The huge rewards aroused the morale of their people. They don’t know who they came from, no matter who they are, as long as they are people, they are not afraid. All kinds of arrangements are perfect, and their best strength is exerted by their people. get ready.

When everything was just finished, Wan Qiang appeared, he didn’t walk through the main entrance, stepped and accelerated towards the wall, the wall exploded violently, the brick wall spread to the west, Wan Qiang was flying in the first time The rising dust blocked his eyes, and he rushed forward four or five steps with his head covered.

I didn’t open my eyes, I heard a crunch of glass under my feet, and I stepped into the air. In the collision of broken glass, he planted into a trap. At the moment of falling, Wan Qiang had a bad heart and his body was tight. , Muscle skin hit a sharp object.

"Good · · · to me, buried him alive · · · · · · ·"

Middle-aged Xiao Jing shouted, and while ambushing men carried sand-filled sacks, they rushed forward and threw the sacks into a large empty pit.

The big pit is four meters deep, and is arranged in a ring shape. It is covered with large glass and poured with floating soil. As long as a heavy object steps on it, the glass breaks, and whatever falls on it will fall into the big pit.

This trap is not temporarily arranged. originally was dug as part of the defense. Wan Qiang was unlucky. He hit himself and threw a marijuana bag on the head and body of Wan Qiang. Wan Qiang couldn't see anything. The dense sacks blocked the light and obscured his vision.

Wan Qiang can’t hold back the panic in his heart. Before the mutation, he was just a small person. The mood of a small person changed too fast. He would have some support and fearlessness, and then he became panic because his support no longer Can be a source of his confidence.

Whether it is howling because of fear or howling because of anger, it falls into the ears of middle-aged Xiaojing. He has no pride, and burying Wan Qiang alive is just a speculation of him, and he doesn’t really do it. Hopes.

Sacks of sacks gradually piled up into hills, and Wan Qiang will be pressed underneath forever, unable to turn over. Middle-aged Xiao Jing took a breath, and the situation seemed better than he thought.

The accident happened suddenly, the hill-like sack slowly bulged up, the bulging hill chopped like a thunder to everyone's heart, what kind of monster was suppressed below?

"Look at what? Waiting for him to climb up?"

The middle-aged Xiaojing's drink awakened everyone. They threw the sacks of sacks on top of them in spite of their tiredness. The only thing that is gratifying is that the frequency of occurrence is getting less and less, and the extent of uplift is getting lower and lower.

Someone climbed the sack mountain, picked up the sack below, and put it in the same pile as the grain. The men standing above felt the deepest. The sack underneath suppressed a prehistoric monster. Stability makes them feel an extreme fear.

They work hard, no one plays, no one dares to be lazy, they pile up a bag of sacks, at this time, a lot of physical energy is consumed, so that their hands and feet are soft and sweaty.

One minute · ·

Two minutes · ·

Five minutes · ·

The sack underneath was not shaking. The men standing on the sack couldn't help cheering. They thought they had won, and the prehistoric monster was suppressed.

Too cheering too early, the trap is ring-shaped, that is to say, the sacks cannot fill all the trenches, at the edge, a dull roar came out faintly, and the whole sack mountain shook, just like an earthquake, several sacks Soaring into the air, the sky and the sand spilled out and fluttered in the wind.

The scattered sand and dust formed a dust cloud, covering the entire sack mountain and half of the trench. The people inside could not see the outside, and the people outside could not see the inside. A scream came from the dust and broke in half. The corpse flew away from the dust mist, and the corpse flying in mid-air pulled a long chain of blood, staining a blood rain that poured dust in the air.

"Retreat · · · retreat · · · ·"

Middle-aged Xiaojing stood on the platform in front of his main building and shouted loudly. This time he did not escape, and the means he prepared for had not officially begun. gathering place It's so big~IndoMTL.com~He doesn't know where to go, he can't escape, he can only fight. Here with Wan Qiang Determine the male and female, see if it is Wan Qiang He fell first, or he was killed.

There are not many people who have escaped, only the previous half, they are still lucky, and in the dust, they can’t see it, Wan Qiang can’t see it either, as long as they don’t directly hit Wan Qiang’s chest Will be shredded in the first time.

The diffuse sand and dust rolled up, and a huge figure rushed out of the dust mist. Wan Qiang could not feel the feeling of dust and sand hitting the eyelids, and opened the gray-red eyes to glance.

The previously healed skin of the chest was re-drilled out of the one by one hole, some holes were formed into a piece, the skin was rotten, the bright red muscle fibers were exposed, and it was stained by sand and dust, and Wan Qiang did not care that the chest was scratched by steel bars His wound was covered with sand and dust. He dashed a few steps forward and took a trot to overcome the pace of others, grabbing a man who was left behind.

Roaring loudly, he grabbed the man’s neck and dragged his head down. The blood fountain sprayed on the chest of Wan Qiang, flushing the sand off his body. Wan Qiang saw blood, and his gray-red pupil became black-red .

Tear the corpse’s chest open, dig out a beating heart, pour blood on the wound, clean the wound with fresh blood, and look at the heart in his hand, Wan Qiang felt a strong sense of hunger, and his right hand trembling Get up, raise it to your mouth, slowly open your big mouth, and want to swallow it.

"da da da · · · ·" short shot, three particle bomb hit the forehead of Wan Qiang, Wan Qiang's head raised high, his sight left the heart, sanity came back, and a cry of cold sweat, he almost ate the same kind of heart.

Wan Qiang slammed his heart to his feet, stomped his feet, staring at his middle-aged little king standing on the platform and staring at him, not taking care of other escaping fish, and striding towards the platform Instead, he will grind this guy into minced meat.