Apocalypse Cockroach

“KAO, if you die, you can't hide from today, not tomorrow! Early death, early conception! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched Yang Ke 'er battle D2 alone, and masculinity erupted completely, forgetting that he had previously faced more fear of D2 than Yang Ke 'er had walked in front of her.

“I'm a man, I'm a man, and a man has to get up! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang kept saying to himself, as if this would forget the fear of facing D2!

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer stood by the tricycle waiting for D2, which reminded Zhang Xiaoqiang of the dog blood movie he had seen before ‘The hero waited silently, he had nothing to fear, he just waited quietly, waiting for the upcoming duel! He's dead. He's with the demon king who destroyed the world! People will always remember him! ’

“Will anyone remember me when I'm dead?” Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself, turning to Yang Kel around him.

Yankee didn't seem nervous at all. Instead, she was very excited. It was the kind of excitement before playing BOSS in the game. Yankee seemed to think that D2 was coming too slowly. The front palm of her right foot kept lit the ground. The horn gun in her hand followed the rhythm of her spotting, and the tail of the gun also smashed the yellow land at her feet. Now you've smashed out a big bowl!

Looking at Yang Ke's face, he easily opened Xiaoqiang's face and stopped being nervous. Looking at a little black spot ahead, he slowly moved this way.

“Seems like a Marseille?” Listen, Yankee Footsteps, Zhang Xiaoqiang came back to taste, “Shall we have some" German Armored Soldier's Song "?” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at D2 slowly approaching to make himself as relaxed as possible.

“Wow! What a monster, even more so than the governor! ”

Yankee is surprised to see D2! Didn't seem to expect to see two or two meat zombies growing so strong on a weekday.

“Don't freak out. Be ready. It's coming!” Zhang Xiaoqiang held the 'five or four’ pistol in his hand, checked the ammunition in the magazine, “click” loaded and aimed at D2.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had a gun in his hand, but there was no gas in his heart. God knows if bullets can hit him!

Having reached the maximum range of the pistol, Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not shoot, and was not confident that he could hit the corpse 50 meters, so he could not afford to waste more bullets.

The D2 rises by about two meters and a half, bigger than the one I've seen before. Not a single hair slipped over his head, unlike a few more or less other zombies. His eyelids are closed and he can't see the whites. Shoulders are sturdy and wide and look like a wall.

The walking distance is not very fast, because the zombies are too big to keep up with the speed of small runs of ordinary people. Thigh-to-calf muscles are tight and dark skin looks like a sheet of steel, changing shape as it moves forward.

“Touch” As the D2 zombie approached 30 meters, Zhang Xiaoqiang's ‘five or four’ rang, and Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at D2 despite the anti-seismic force coming from his wrist.

D2 just paused a little and continued to come this way, the bullet had no effect on it!

“Touch..." Zhang Xiaoqiang fired continuously. The anti-seismic force coming from the barrel prevented him from feeling below his wrist.

Five of the six bullets hit D2, and D2 seemed to be hurt, shouting furiously and hurrying this way.

Watching D2 jump at him, Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked and replaced the magazine. Since he was a little boy, his preference for guns had made him too superstitious. Therefore, the pistol had not seen merit and made him some mistakes. He just wanted to put on the magazine and try again!

“Yang Ke 'er shouted and raised his horn gun to D2. After all, the newborn bull is not afraid of tigers!

When I just changed the magazine, I saw Yang Kel approaching the front. Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed and plugged the pistol back in and picked up the horn gun and chased it up.

Standing with a D2 of up to two meters and five, Yankee is like a little girl who can only see the waist of a zombie, and then heads up.

Yankee ignored the fact that her hands held a half circle, and the horn gun hit D2 hard on his thigh, “bouncing” like a squeak on a torn bullhide drum!

D2 pushed forward slightly for a small step and then stood steady, lifting his left arm like a fly.

Yang Keer was numb by the tiger mouth of the horn gun, then D2 waved his left arm on the horn gun, and the horn gun was hit by a huge force and bounced back.

The rebounding horn hit Yankee with a threaded steel barrel. The huge impact took Yankee and dropped him on yellow land for a few meters. Yankee could no longer hold the horn head and fainted, and the horn gun fell aside.

D2 had no sense of bullying the little girl and turned to Yankee, who had fainted on the ground.

Watching Yang Keer in distress Zhang Xiaoqiang completely forgot his fears, speed up again and rush to the back of D2 butt and butt.

After the storm and the destruction of time, the D2 was covered in a belt that was only securely fastened between the waist and the waist, with semi-cutted, torn trousers hanging on it. Suitpants can no longer cover D2's buttocks and buttocks, and the slits inside don't fly.

The daisies of D2 can be seen implicitly through broken and rotten pants. More than a hundred thousand assassination exercises have been used today. The "punch” horn gun slammed into D2's daisy ass, and D2 stopped at a pause in shape.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's brain had already been bled out by the blood, and he was confused and didn't know that he had burst into the daisy of D2. He just followed the habit of killing zombies in the past and turned the barrel of his gun. The horn on the horn tip was originally a spiral thread. The horn gun spinned with Zhang Xiaoqiang's force, and the horn drilled in along the daisy flower of D2 like a red wine bottle opener.

The higher the degree of evolution of the zombie, the more acute the sensation is, like a normal zombie standing in the downwind can't smell Zhang Xiaoqiang, while D2 can smell it. So * * may not be much of a common zombie, but for D2 it touches his nerves and makes him even more angry.

The same thing happened to D2 the last time I met him. D2 just broke a little skin and bit Zhang Xiaoqiang. Even if it smelled fresh blood next to him, it didn't stop until the luxury bus was broken into parts. And this time?

“Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's anger at D2 was nothing but an effort to spin the barrel of the gun. Now his only thought was, "Don't let the little girl die, D2 is very powerful, should spin more! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang drilled D2's chrysanthemum, as if he was back to working at the restaurant to help the Guest open the wine. Zhang Xiaoqiang's horn gun is about 2 meters long, of which about 80 centimeters is the horn, has now been drilled into about 40 centimeters, when the drill is strong, the horn gun suddenly leans against one side, Zhang Xiaoqiang is dying holding the gun body is naturally brought to the side by this force.

D2 turned around and grabbed an empty spot, but felt that the place was still hanging on his own daisy. D2 turned more angry and grabbed behind him, but always grabbed an empty spot.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands held the horn gun tight and ran as D2 turned around. There was a feeling of being on a pirate boat when he was a kid. It was here for a while. Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up early, but he dared not let go. Once caught by D2, the bones would definitely be removed by one of them.

If Yankee wakes up, she will surely find that the scene in front of her looks familiar. It looks like a kindergarten child playing the game of eagle catching chicks. D2 is eagle, Zhang Xiaoqiang is chicken, and D2's daisy flower is hen.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is now trying to cry without tears. Why is this always the case? He can't go up or down, he is half-dead stuck.

The hands holding the barrel of the gun began to break and the palm of the hand was hot, as the feeling of constant friction intensified, as if it was bleeding and applying chili oil to the wound. Zhang Xiaoqiang kept spinning driven by D2 and had already started to faint. I don't know how long I can hold out, Yankee is lying there motionless, and I don't know how badly hurt she is.