Apocalypse Cockroach

“Oops!” I don't even know how much you care about yourself when you're this big. Look, the wound you just wrapped is cracked again.

Yang Qiao complained that Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled her love strings into chaos, while re-bandaging Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Yankee had dozens of zombies backwards like a slaughterhouse. None of the zombie bodies were intact, missing their brains or their thighs.

The sun is about to set, and the aftermath of the sun spills over this doomsday battlefield, adding a little cooler.

The sunset shines a halo on Yankee. The little girl looks golden and has the feeling of a little goddess.

The sweat stains of the little girl who had just done intense exercise had not disappeared. Her tiny, lovely little nose was infiltrated with several sweat beads, shining in the sunset. Liu Hai on her forehead was more glamorous with sweat on her forehead.

Clear and bright big eyes looked fully at Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand and re-drugged him.

From time to time, a gentle breath sprayed on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand no longer felt pain, only the little girl's breath sprayed on his hand feeling of Su Su Ma.

Watching Yankee carefully wrap the wound around herself, Zhang Xiaoqiang's thoughts had to flash to the scene before Yankee fought.

Yang Ke 'er is very talented. To be precise, her fighting instincts are very acute. Instead of brainless rushing into the corpse, she swims around the corpse, knocking on a piece of it through the inflexible movement of the corpse. Westbeating, the corpse is like a soybean slowly shredded by Yang Ke 'er.

“Her horn gun should be called a horn stick! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat unworthy of using the horn gun by Yang Ke 'er. Yang Ke 'er did not use the horn gun to stab, but hit it with a gun head. The missing arms and legs of the zombie were smashed are light, and unfortunately the head was smashed into pieces, not a few of them.

Yankee horn gun was casually plugged into the ground by her. The gun tip reached the end of the gun about 7 meters, and Yankee held it very smoothly. The threaded steel barrel and horn are tightly tied together. The horn of the horn is lit by the sun and gleaming. It is not the kind of glaring light. It is an implicit and insidious halo, low-key and gorgeous.

The flashing horn has the characteristics of undusted water. The dust stain cannot be attached to it. After killing the corpse, the accidentally stained blood plasma falls down the gun head and drops quickly along the spiral line until the horn is glossy again.

“Too bad about this gun!” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Yangkel with his cold horn gun shaking his head.

“Uncle, have you listened to me? ”

Yankee's eyes were round, and there was a little flash of fire in them, blowing up her fragile pink little face on both sides, and her little mouth with rosy lips pounding. The whole little girl looks super cute right now.

“Cough!” Zhang Xiaoqiang did not listen to Yang Keer's muttering. He used his cough to cover it up. As soon as his head turned to the topic of distracting the little girl.

“Well, that, oh! I was thinking! We haven't forgotten anything!“ Zhang Xiaoqiang thought seriously.

” “Yankee doesn't really understand, and she's thinking about what she's forgotten.

”We seem to be here for that guy.“ Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the small factory and showed Yang Kel.

Yankee looked up over there and the man was still dancing a banner on the roof, only to change from the previous fierce blow of chicken blood to the current impotence. In the aftermath of the sunset, a lonely but dying shadow of Shawther danced in red banners, looking deliberate and a cool one.

“Cut! We've been fighting monsters all day! He doesn't dare to come down yet. At first glance, it's the kind of guy who's frustrated and frustrated. I don't even care about him! ”

Yang Ke 'er obviously didn't catch a cold with the guy on the roof!

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the sky. He said to Yang Kel: “Stay over there for the night! ”

As the tricycle approached, the small factory approached, a white red painted plaque of ‘XX Town XX Food Processing Factory' hung on the right side of the gate, and some of the plaques appeared to be old.

After entering the small factory, you can see all kinds of garbage all over the ground, moldy and spoiled flour bags, broken rag strips, various food packaging bags, scattered with human bones in pieces.

An eight-metre warehouse with a large iron door crashing into a pit depression on top of the warehouse, with white paint on it, "The warehouse's heavy ground is strictly forbidden."

The walls of the warehouse are sturdy and are the product of the '60s and' 70s, with a row of vintage wooden windows on the walls five metres from the ground and a row of simple stairs sealed in U-shaped steel to the cement wall leading to the roof. The man was looking down on the roof and seemed to be searching for the remaining bodies.

“Come down!" Zhang Xiaoqiang greeted him safely, but Yang Kel ignored the man.

The man ascertained that there was no danger below and followed the simple reinforced staircase step by step downstairs.

“Oops! Brother, thank you so much! You don't know, I've been stuck in the warehouse for four months! If you hadn't come, I wouldn't know how to survive! ”

The man was so excited, he seemed eager to thank Zhang Xiaoqiang on his knees!

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully measured the man, he was not about 23 or 4 years old, his clothes were very dirty and dusty, his face was clean but no blood color, his hair was covered with two ears, very much like the popular male hairstyle of the 1980s, the Chinese word face had a big eyebrow, the first impression made people feel pretty good.

“What's your name? How can you live to this day?” Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the small living room where the small factory specializes in the reception of guests, asking questions.

“Heh! My name is Xie Yuanshan. I was the business manager of this factory when I was in the finished goods warehouse collecting...” Xie Yuanshan began to speak.

Food factories routinely produce and process small cookies. The factory has more than fifty people, all from nearby villages. The factory director was his uncle. After graduating from third-rate university, he ran the business in the factory. The factory was running hot for the New Year's Day. He stayed in the finished product warehouse with the warehouse and tried to find some more sources until the people in the factory where the virus broke out started biting people.

Xie Yuanshan had the audacity to pull the warehouse pipe and lock the warehouse door. After half an hour, the warehouse pipe didn't go out. Xie Yuanshan had a long way to go until the warehouse pipe also changed. Xie Yuanshan was kept in the warehouse for a few months after killing the warehouse pipe that would turn into a zombie. Every day at dawn, he climbed through a window to the roof to see if anyone had passed by.

“Xie Yuanshan! How do you solve this with water?” Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the questions in his heart.

“Big Brother, you're too polite, just call me Koyama! It's like this... ”

The finished product warehouse should be kept clean and tidy at all times, and a water table has been built specifically behind the gate. It is usually used to mop the floor and wash the hands of people in and out of the house to avoid staining the cargo. Water pipes are factory-drawn groundwater, and most of the surrounding farmers extract groundwater for domestic use.

“Big Brother, you saved my life. Anything you want to say in the future, I will do my best. ”

Xie Yuanshan promised that his eyes couldn't help but look at Yang Kel. ‘Cough’ Zhang Xiaoqiang falsely coughed to remind him not to look casually.

“I saw this little girl on the roof. She's amazing!” Xie Yuan Mountain is a little awkward.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak but nodded.

“Is she your sister?” Xie Yuanshan asked carefully.

“No! I'm his wife!” Yang Ke 'er was bored and immediately stood up to proclaim his sovereignty when he heard Xie Yuanshan's inquiry.

“Oh, my brother is amazing, haha!” Xie Yuanshan smiled and looked sincere. Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt something was wrong.

The big iron door of the small factory was locked, Zhang Xiaoqiang they had a campfire on the empty space in the factory, not wanting to sleep in the bed, unfortunately the smell in the dormitory was not very good, smoking was unbearable.

I had to sleep outside, and the temperature was not low at night, so I thought it was summer.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer negotiated to guard one person in the middle of the night, adding an unknown outsider to be as careful as possible.

“Put that thing down, or I'll kill him. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's sleeping confusion suddenly woke up. Before he opened his eyes, he was kicked hard.

That foot was kicking in his stomach. “Wow” Zhang Xiaoqiang threw up.