Apocalypse Cockroach: Two hundred and twenty-nine old boss of Wang Le

(I was always said to be a 2K party, and I sent 3K for the last one today. The excessive plot in the past few days is a bit boring, haha, forgive me)

The women in Doomsday are miserable. They have to avoid zombie and hunger, and they have to face men who vent their desires under the pressure of Doomsday. Zhang Xiaoqiang has found many women, most of whom have been tortured by men. Numbness, sometimes they do not even know what it means to live.

The women in front of them have no holes and numbness. They are afraid. They try to wrap up the naked places on their bodies and hide themselves behind their opposite-sex companions. When they see the combatants carrying guns, When they looked at them unscrupulously, they were shaking with fear.

The men with ragged yellow skinny skins were pointed at countless muzzles in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. These men were like quails that had been exposed to heavy rain. They dared not do anything except shrink their heads, waiting for the person in front of them to decide Their fate.

Zhang Xiaoqiang hadn't spoken yet. Wang Le behind him opened the mouth. He watched the slender bald man who was nearly fifty years old.

"Haha, · · ·, isn’t this Director Ma? Hey, hello! Why is your so-called 43-yard belly gone?"

The director Ma didn’t know what it looked like before. The clothes on his body were obviously not fit. The jacket on the upper body and the pants on the lower body were significantly larger. Others used belts to tie their waists. Where can I find a faded nylon rope tied to the waist pants, but the waist is too large, and a large piece of it is hanging down, the white substrate on the inner side of the waist is dyed black with a layer of black oil .

Director Ma narrowed his eyes and looked for a long time. The Wang Le before Doomsday was cautious. He had a family and children. For his own job, he pretended to be a grandson in front of him. When Doomsday arrived, he lost everything he could lose. But with the technology in his hands, he is still more moist than the men who eat chicken feed.

After he met Zhang Xiaoqiang, he came to run. With the credit of looking forward to the news, he was promoted to a small factory manager of the repair shop by Zhang Xiaoqiang. By Zhang Xiaoqiang's value, he lived better than Doomsday before. After a little authority, you will have self-confidence. Now that he is in high spirits, it is difficult for familiar people to associate him with the humble little person before.

"Lezi · · · · · · · Are you a Lezi?" Director Ma finally remembered, he shouted the nickname of Wang Le in the workshop. At that time, he used Wang Le to have fun. On the contrary, his name is no one can remember, and now Director Ma naturally calls his nickname.

"No, no, no · · · · · · · · · I’m not a kid. I wasn’t, I won’t, I’m Wang Le, the director of the hot spring base machine factory, Wang Le, you remember it for me · · · · · · · · · · · · ”

Hearing Director Ma calling him nickname, Wang Le is not working anymore. Now he can be regarded as the top ten of the more than seven hundred characters. How could he be called by the person in front of Doomsday who saw him stepping on it? number?

The sweat on the head of Director Ma Guangguang's forehead oozes out immediately. He did not rely on the pure slippery horse to shoot the position of the director. He looks very talented and is an elite fox.

Wang Le is dressed differently from the soldiers who pressed him. Others are wearing a yellow military uniform, and they are wearing a M1 helmet on their heads. Wang Le is fully armed and has a dark gray stab-resistant clothing. A police bulletproof vest covered with the words "Swat", a polymer polymer helmet covered with skin and a police badge on the head, and a 92-type pistol inserted in the shiny holster on the waist, others They are all five or six submachine guns, but Wang Le carries a strangely shaped sniper crossbow on his body.

All of this makes Director Ma know that the Wang Le in front of him is not simple.

"Wang · · · Wang Director · · · Haha, welcome Wang Director to come to inspect the work · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·"

Director Ma, in a hurry, took out the set that was previously greeted by the superior. Wang Le's bones that were called by the director of the king were crisped two or two. Fortunately, his brain was not mixed and interrupted the horse. The flattery of the director introduced the situation to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The current director Ma is the former Wang Le workshop director. At that time, he was a super fat man. Obviously after Doomsday, he didn’t have a very good life. Other men, Wang Le, were not very familiar. His previous circle was not big. Being a low-key person, naturally does not know many people, but according to the technical expertise of his workshop, it can be seen that more than 30 men are workers in the workshop, and the calluses on their mouths and fingers can't fool him.

He knew a few of the dozen women, all of them clerks in the office. Generally, deductions for wages and penalties are passed by their hands. Other women should be similar to them. They are women in their forties. Wang Le was impressed. Every time she ate in the cafeteria, the woman beat him with half less pork belly than others. Thinking of this, Wang Le was so angry that the root of the tooth was itchy. After so many years, how much meat would he eat less than others.

After talking about Wang Le, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that Wang Le was not bad luck. At that time, the tasks in the factory were tight. They had to arrange for people to work night shifts. They said that there is no night shift fee here. Everyone is unwilling to work night shifts, so the workshop director Director Ma made those who usually behaved very honestly, dared not pierce the night shift.

Wang Le was the first to be chosen because of his honesty for decades. Although Wang Le technology is good and solid, he is bullied and the fund-raising house in the factory does not have his share. He had to ride a bicycle for two hours to return to his home in the far suburbs. As he rode halfway, the virus broke out.

Looking at the Wang Le, who didn’t know whether it was bad luck or lucky, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at these disturbed former factory employees.

"Everyone is optimistic. This is our head. You don’t deserve to know who he is now. As long as you know, we have nearly a thousand men under our heads. There are no shortage of machine guns and cannons. The monster that frightens you is farted. The head has killed tens of thousands. We have a rule in our head. If we obey, we will live. If we don’t, we will die. · · · · · · · · · · ·"

There was a chance that my former colleague would show his face. Wang Le began to be fooled. Zhang Xiaoqiang heard that he was too lazy to take care of him. He took a few people and walked to the other warehouse. Not even his companions, just follow behind.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t speak, the team didn’t stop him, so he let him follow, Wang Le wanted to follow him when he saw it, but he saw the remaining eight anti-aircraft machine guns in the warehouse, he stayed again, he was always a job The first person.

The efficiency of this factory is very good, so the stock in the warehouse is also sufficient. Looking at the steel cables full of the warehouse, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn’t have a cold for these things. He doesn’t make machinery. What is the use of these things?

The discomfort on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was seen by Director Ma. He stepped forward to approach Zhang Xiaoqiang. Several black holes pointed at his forehead. Director Ma's bald head with no hair began to sweat again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at him and waved his hand. The team members removed the muzzle from his head. Director Ma endured the urgency of being **** at him by the muzzle and leaned towards Zhang Xiaoqiang again.

"Did this big boss see these things disappointed?" Director Ma flattered as he approached.

Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned and looked at Director Ma, who was low-eyed and low-eyed, and nodded, these things are used in the base, which are optional things, there are not many, there are not many, and today’s harvest is already very good Not bad, nine 14.5 millimeter a meter in height machine guns, plus several fully equipped machining workshops, more than thirty men who understand machinery, the base's machinery factory can be said to have turned a few steps.

Looking at the materials in the rows of warehouses, Zhang Xiaoqiang is a bit boring, and it is a pity to discard it.

"Leader, I know there are good things, clothes, food, cooking oil, everything · · · · · · · · · · · ·"

This is a small independent building~IndoMTL.com~The small building and Zhang Xiaoqiang had previously seen a product of a period. The door of the small building was hung with a black copper sign, "XXX Cable Machine" Factory Trade Union", the gate of the trade union is locked, and looking at the falling dust in front of the door, it seems that there has been nothing for a long time.

On the side of the small building, there is a driveway that leads to the back of the small building, and faintly sees several small warehouse-like buildings behind the small building. Zhang Xiaoqiang started walking back and said that while walking the director Ma.

The benefits in the factory are good, the welfare of the workers is good, usually there will be some small benefits in the towels, shampoo, toothpaste and towels, and it will be even worse after the holiday, rice cooking oil is the basis, what wine Ah fruit, there are finely packaged mountain-flavored bacon, biscuits, candies, peanuts, melon seeds and the like. These are ordinary workers. If the cadres lead it, it’s even more important. The last is the sixteen dried abalone, let alone the shark fin.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked slowly forward while listening to Director Ma’s talk of falling ceilings. He had found that something was wrong here. There were some dry zombie bodies lying in some corners. There were no signs of animal bites on the body. There is only one possibility. These zombies were dragged there after being killed.

Thinking that there are living people here, Zhang Xiaoqiang gave a wink to the players on the side. The four players pulled the bolts in unison, and the movement of the players to pull the bolts made Director Ma start to get nervous again until he found that there was no one. It was aimed at himself that he didn't scare his urine out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found more traces. On the pavement under his feet, there has been dust for a long time since no one has cleaned. There are many traces of footprints on the top. The footprints are not big, and they don’t look like the big feet of men. One person's footprints are so shallow that they can no longer be seen, in stark contrast to other footprints on the side.