Apocalypse Cockroach

When she was forced to extinction, she erupted with amazing courage and superhuman calm. She enjoyed the killing. Did she not understand Zhang Xiaoqiang's enjoyment of the killing? A sheep scared to death of a zombie suddenly turned into a mother lion?

And Susie, Susie lowered her head, but her trembling body betrayed her. Zhang Xiaoqiang understood Susie's thoughts, and a weak person saw her companion become the jealous of the strong. But he couldn't figure out why Susie would show a jealous look at Yuan Yi. He really didn't expect a weak little woman to have that kind of furry look.

Yang Qiao is Zhang Xiaoqiang's least worried little woman, she has some heartless lungs, but her biggest advantage is also heartless lungs, she doesn't worry about anything, as long as she is happy, which is even rarer in the last life, at least Zhang Xiaoqiang has not seen Yang Qiao's smiling face in the face of the late survivors, watching Yang Qiao smile at himself is one of the few enjoyments he enjoyed in the last.

Of course, there is Zhang Xiaoqiang himself. He seems to have forgotten how desperate he is to survive at home, how he took risks for a few cabbage collars. After taking out D2 with his luck, he became arrogant. Although he said that he wanted to work hard, he did not refuse to serve Yuan Yi, but enjoyed it under the pretext of a 'see this is the weak'.

When Yuan Yi killed the D-type zombie empty-handed, Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply struck. He suddenly found himself unarmed, he was nothing. Perhaps he could kill one or two ordinary zombies, and faced the D-type zombie himself without courage. At that moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that this weak little sheep had left him far behind.

Yuan Yi's belligerent D-type zombie looks very risky and dangerous. Under Yuan's careful calculation, the D-type zombie could not make it through a round. Watching the D-type zombie take off and landing, Yuan Yi then stepped on it like a cockroach. Zhang Xiaoqiang was very sour in his heart. He was jealous. He was jealous of a female slave, especially Yuan Yi and when he looked at himself, he had the idea of completely destroying the woman in front of him.

In the end, Yuan Yi retreated. Zhang Xiaoqiang also couldn't pull off his face. He felt jealous that a woman was quite unproductive. That's why he helped Yuan Yi to take a bath. It was also a kind of compensation for Yuan Yi himself. He even gave her a pistol. Apart from just accepting her, he didn't try to force himself not to face those unknown risks with his weapon.

“Yes...”

Yuan Yi was not used to speaking voluntarily, but he did not know if he should continue to speak.

“What?” Zhang Xiaoqiang misheard.

“Got a cigarette? Yes, yes, can you give...” After half a day, Zhang Xiaoqiang handed her a packet of giant pandas.

“Keep it!” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the Chinese goods in front and said.

Yuan Yi hung a cigarette in her mouth, then took off the cigarette lighter and lit it. She even coughed when she smoked it, but didn't let go of the cigarette in her hand, then smoked again. She slowly spits out the cigarette rings like she's remembering something.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood still hasn't recovered. The more he wanted to be depressed, he turned his head and looked at Yuan Yi and said: “How many hands have you learned? ”

Yuan Yi nodded: “I have learned to break hands abroad before. I learned from an old man in Chinatown. He didn't tell me his name. Where do people call him Old Liu? ”

Yuan noticed that England was starting to get very uncomfortable. She always liked to go to Chinatown for a stroll. She looked at the familiar skin tone and listened to the familiar language, so the injuries of the traveler would be slightly faint. Gradually, she also knew many friends, and she liked to go and communicate with new friends. Until she saw an old man with white eyebrows with lots of things trying to open the door, Yuan agreed to help.

In contact, the elderly knew that Yuan Yi was Shanghainese and immediately aroused. The old man, named Liu, is also from Shanghai. He traveled to the UK with his family during a special period. He always wanted to go back to Shanghai. Unfortunately, he had long lost contact with his family in Shanghai and was not able to travel alone. He could only remember his childhood home.

Yuan Yi and Granny Liu are also familiar with each other. Yuan Yi is also very sorry for this lonely old man. If he is okay, he will go somewhere with him to relieve his boredom. One day, Granny Liu is practicing his hands at home. When he sees Yuan Yi coming, he asks her if she wants to learn. Yuan Yi sees the hope in Granny Liu's eyes and does not refuse.

Old man Liu actually won't do much, it's all handed down at home, that is, some joint technique and wrestling method, but his hands are kind of dangerous, if he takes the shot, he could cause injury. Old man Liu has taught Yuan Yi repeatedly to not take the shot randomly.

When Yuan Yi returned to China, he no longer practiced. Normally, he did not touch anyone. Naturally, he was not proficient. The day after the end of his life, he was scared and did not expect what he had learned to be useful. Until the D-type zombie forced him to extinction, the hammer in his hand was useless, and he naturally broke out his previously learned back with a blow in his heart.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was silent. He thought in his heart about how Yuan Yi could teach himself to break hands. He found that cold weapons were more useful than guns in the last generation. Guns would attract nearby zombies, and the backseat power of guns themselves was difficult to target, unless it was the kind of elite warrior who touched guns every day. It was weird to see civilians who had never seen guns on a weekday.

Unlike cold weapons, no noise will attract distant zombies, no bullets will be needed, no ammunition will be feared, most importantly, the use of cold weapons will require courage, as long as you have the courage to deal with those zombies, you will not be afraid, you will not panic, you will not make some seemingly ridiculous mistakes, but you will get yourself killed. Zhang Xiaoqiang had never come into contact with a firearm before. From the first time he fought with a cold weapon for a few cabbages until now, he turned back suddenly and found himself much stronger with a cold weapon than a prisoner using a thermal weapon.

Cold weapons will break and damage. At this point, your skills are manifested, and karate beating is different from taking a cold weapon against an enemy. It requires not your ability to master the weapon, but the judgment and calm of the opponent. Because you are a weapon in itself, you can't rush to your opponent without risking your loss, or you will lose and lose.

Only if you completely calmly detect the opponent's falsehood can you find out the blossoming fatality, Chinese kung fu braking with static is like this, so there is quiet as a virgin, like stripping rabbit, but karate skills can not be practiced if you want, it needs to accumulate experience, at least not like practicing stabbing, stabbing a hundred thousand times can kill a zombie like running clouds and flowing water.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's masculinity psychology made him difficult to say at this time. A man's low voice in front of a woman begged him not to do it, even by order he could not do it, alas! It's hard to ask for help!

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked out the car window. It was not far from the village that rescued Xiaosan that day. I thought that when I first saw thousands of corpses gathered together that day, there were still some palpitations. My heart suddenly moved. Haven't you no place to put those rash mountain goods in your car? Wasn't there a small yard behind the car repair across from the tank last time?

“Creaking” two cars parked in the front door of the car repair shop, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped out of the car and walked towards the repair shop. The last time I rushed to save people, I pulled the tire and ran away. The small courtyard was also just Zhang Xiaoqiang to clean up the zombies accidentally, they didn't even know He Wenbin.