Apocalypse Cockroach: Three hundred and eighty-two policemen in the middle of the night
"Am I very useless? Am I a waste? Or, am I a coward?"
Hearing Huang Quan’s words, Chen Ye wiped the Jingwei Sword cotton cloth on the sword and stopped. After a second or two, the clean cotton cloth continued to slide on the sword.
"Oh, I knew that I was a waste, a self-righteous waste. Look, you don’t even want to say to me, I am not a waste? Who is it?"
Because of Chen Ye's coldness, Huang Quan's emotions were aroused. He roared loudly, the green muscles on his forehead were exposed, and the bonfire on the fire shot in his eyes, making his rounded eyes seem to be burning.
Hearing the hysterical roar of Huang Quan, the cotton cloth in Chen Ye's hands stopped again. After stopping this time, she didn't move anymore. She looked at the bonfire and didn't know what to think about again.
"I understand that you have always known that I am waste, just don't say, I understand, why don't you look at me more, waste, what can I see? Haha, waste? Waste!"
Huang Quan didn’t care about the Chen Ye beside him. He started talking to himself, but his right hand began to tremble. The trembling right hand pulled the snap on the holster, and the heavy 92-type pistol was held in his hand.
The "card wiper" insurance trigger was opened by him. He looked at the black pistol in his hand, and said in his mouth:
"Waste, waste, you are waste, self-righteous cowards, you are nothing, you have no face to be the Huang family, what face do you have to live, eh? do you have a face?"
The sound of chattering in his mouth is getting softer and harder to hear. His eyes are wet, and two lines of tears slide down his cheek to his chin. The tears form a teardrop on the chin, under the enchanting flame Flashing, half-sounding, tears dripping.
The black pistol was slowly raised, and the black hole’s muzzle was aimed at his temple. Huang Quan closed his eyes and cut off the tears with his eyes. He raised his head to take a deep breath, and his mouth was still like a hypnotic chatter:
"Huang family has no waste, daughter-in-law does not want waste, soldiers cannot be waste, die, die, living is a waste of · · ·"
Huang Quan said that his teeth were critical, his fingers were squeezed **** the trigger, and the firing needle of the Type 92 pistol "clicked".
There was no gunshots, and Huang Quan was not dead. He closed his eyes and waited for the nine-millimeter bullet to penetrate into his temple. He waited for a while, and the **** bullet had not burst his head.
He could not help but remove the gun from his head, the muzzle tightly pressed against the temple was slightly loosened, and the right hand holding the gun was a lot lighter, and a heavy thing fell around him and made a muffled noise.
Opening his eyes, he saw that the Type 92 pistol in his hand was half short. Chen Ye withdrew his long sword, and the pure white cotton cloth on his left hand wiped it again on the dull long sword. It seemed that she Never wipe enough.
"Why? Why not let me die? I still think I am not ashamed? Why · · · ·"
Huang Quan's temperament changed drastically after going through life and death. He rushed to Chen Ye's side and grabbed the collar of Chen Ye. He kept asking her, and in the interrogation, the tears that had disappeared filled his eyes again. Tears lingered in the eyes but never dripped.
Today's Chen Ye is also somewhat abnormal. In the past, as long as Huang Quan touched herself a little, she would throw Huang Quan out, but today Huang Quan grasped her collar with both hands, but she did not move at all, she only used cold Looked at the craziness and sadness on Huang Quan's face.
"Are you a waste, you said it is not · · ·, I said it is not · · · · · · head."
Huang Quan looked at the Chen Ye that he was holding with his blood-red eyelids. Chen Ye didn’t move and let him hold himself. Seeing the cold eyes of Chen Ye, his heavy breathing gradually subsided, gently loosened the slightly folded Chen Ye. Collar, he turned and sat down.
"Actually · · · · ·"
The Chen Ye, who didn’t like to speak, took the initiative to speak. Although there were only two words, he turned Huang Quan’s attention away from the campfire to Chen Ye.
"Actually I am a coward · · · · · · · ·"
The old things in the union have been suppressed for a long time in the heart of Chen Ye, the dead girls, and the last missing girl, like a huge pound of boulders pressing on her heart, she will be dreamed by those girls every night The children's eyes were stunned.
She hates, she hates herself as a coward. If she said what she saw, the last girl might not be missing, and her sisters would not be tortured by those beasts day and night, What if you kill those beasts yourself?
The sisters’ body and mind won’t be the same as before, and the missing girl won’t come back again. She hates, she hates herself, but she won’t end herself like Huang Quan, she wants to live, she wants to keep Beside those girls, she wants to watch them get married, have children, and get their own happiness. She will always guard.
Chen Ye whispered that Huang Quan listened quietly. Under the bonfire, the two people were gradually extended and extended by the fire of the bonfire, but their hearts were close together by the fire under the night sky.
Miao Miao hiding in the distance looked at it all. When he was sure that Huang Quan’s pistol had turned into scrap iron, he walked back disappointed. This was his second miss.
The tent was quiet, Zhang Xiaoqiang they all fell asleep, meow meow carefully climbed to his small bed, reached out and hugged the cloth bag full of bullets in his arms, gently yawned, fell asleep, in In his dream, he can kill countless zombie with countless bullets.
The Zhang Xiaoqiang in his sleep sat up suddenly, the hood was quiet and silent, several women and meows were asleep, the bonfire outside was obviously added by firewoods, the burning flame was torn by the midnight wind The sound of the sound ~ IndoMTL.com ~ The orange fire shines through the opening of the hood in the tent, under the faint glowing light, the water surface of the Zhang Xiaoqiang placed in the glass on the edge of the floor is slightly swaying like a ring The same water wave.
Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly opened the roll and stood on the ground and put on his shoes. Then he equipped various weapons on his body. The iron for camping is to wear clothes at any time and put the weapons within easy reach. . This will maximize the time for emergency response, as it is now.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t wake other women. He wasn’t sure if something really moved here in the middle of the night. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t know that when he got up, Yuan Yi opened his eyes and when he hung himself up When equipped, Yuan Yi watched him in the dark corner.
When he stepped out of the tent, Yuan Yi went down to the bed, and the military uniform on the head of the bed shook slightly. In a quiet life, Yuan Yi wore the military uniform, as if in her position, that thick The darkness did not affect her a little, the next moment, Yuan Yi put on the sword shield and chased behind Zhang Xiaoqiang and ran out.
Yuan Yi is very fast, rushing out of the innermost corner of the tent, almost passing by, because all her attention is on Zhang Xiaoqiang, and she did not notice Zhang Xiaoqiang when she rushed out The metal cup full of water on the ground.
The metal cup is placed on the edge of the floor by Zhang Xiaoqiang. He sometimes has a dry mouth in the middle of the night. This is what he prepared for just in case. At the moment, the right foot of Yuan Yi falls straight to the small cup. Go and see that you will overturn that glass.
The small feet gently wearing small mountain combat shoes were spotted on the side of the cup mouth, and then whizzed, Yuan Yi swept outside the tent, only the full clear water in the small metal cup swayed countless Water waves, the cup itself did not tremble.