Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang remained calm, his face was faint, he jumped from the roof of the car and jumped towards D2, watched D2 swing his arms, he extended his right foot a little on its left arm, his body jumped to its shoulder, his left hand grabbed its left ear body side, the whole front chest patched on its back brain, his right foot drew a small arc in the air to snap down its chin, his body sank and sat on the back neck of D2, his legs dead clamping his throat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the shoulder of D2, and on the back of D2 up to three meters tall, Zhang Xiaoqiang was less than 170 cm tall. It felt like his tall father was holding his young son. Zhang Xiaoqiang held his body by the throat with his legs and stabbed him in the back of his brain with a Jingwei sword, and his sword was not penetrated in half.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the tip of the sword hard to make the sword deeper. D2 felt Zhang Xiaoqiang hurting it. He howled loudly. He shook his head hard. He kept waving his arms to drive him away. Zhang Xiaoqiang's position coincides with his dead corner, his arms are still far from Zhang Xiaoqiang's, let alone the turbulence caused by D2 swinging his head, at least 18,000 miles apart from the turbulence of that mutant beast, as for D2 shouting? Never mind, Zhang Xiaoqiang has heard three D2 roars before and after, not one more.

Sword tip constantly drilled in the back of the D2 brain, less than half an inch Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the more resistance inside. D2's skin made him feel like he was drilling an engineering piece of plastic. The astringency of the sword tip grew until it stopped completely. No matter how hard Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed forward, the more D2 felt the pain in the back of the brain, the crazier it became.

D2 sat on the ground, his body lay on his back, Zhang Xiaoqiang was suddenly pressed down by D2's head. His chest was struck by D2's head like a big hammer on his chest. He almost held his breath without breath, and suffocated in his brain.

D2's head hit Zhang Xiaoqiang, but also made Jingwei sword deeper into its back brain until it was on the skull. D2 cried out and shook his head. As his head shook, Jingwei sword's handle continued to rub on the ground. Three or two Jingwei swords fell from his head. Feeling something that was stuck in my head was gone, D2 got excited, and it sat up and fell back again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled aside before it was made, his left hand copied Jingwei sword, his right hand pulled out the military knife, “Touch..." D2 fell to the ground again, chance!!! General Zhang Xiaoqiang stabbed D2 in the middle of his tight eyelid. D2 felt his eyes stabbed in the middle of D2's tight eyelid. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the military knife had stopped. He didn't really think about it. He jumped halfway into the sky and stamped him hard towards the knife handle of the military knife. The military knife stabbed D2 in the eye at once, leaving only the knife handle exposed.

D2 howled again, the reflexed claw came to Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang hid not yet further. D2 eyes sat up and drove up from the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang switched Jingwei sword to his right hand and took the first three steps to stab it on the leg bend. He turned the sword and left a small wound on his leg. Zhang Xiaoqiang also knew that such an effort was futile, but he was holding the thought of making a little money.

He didn't do his best to kill D2. The damage inflicted by the knife could only be considered minor, not even serious. He was like a gambler who had lost all his chips. He didn't let go of any chance of making a duplicate. Now he leaves a scar on D2 as much as possible, even if he couldn't kill it, he would disgust it.

D2 now has no mind to clean up Zhang Xiaoqiang, the foreign body in his eyes makes it painful, he holds his eyes constantly screaming, claws carefully around his eyes until he touches the knife handle of the army knife.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also jumped and jumped under it. The Jingwei sword in his hand continuously left scars on his thigh. D2 drank loudly. Suddenly, he pulled out the general knife and grabbed it on his paws. He pinched the general knife into a hemp. It kept the deformed military knife open far away. Again, Zhang Xiaoqiang pounced at Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw D2 wake up and turned around and ran.

The game of cat rat capture was re-enacted. Soon it became the speed of life and death. Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength dropped. D2 because of the surge of resentment towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to the alley. He now has no energy to circle with D2. The rat hole dug in the house became his lifesaving straw. He is fighting for his last chance to live.

The corner of the alley slightly blocked the D2 behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and then breathed out a hard breath. The D2 behind him had begun to be demolished. The broken bricks of all sizes fell around like rain spots, and the dust in the sky could not see the figure of D2. Zhang Xiaoqiang finally gasped, avoiding a few flying bricks and ran inward, until he ran to the house, his feet jumped hard into the pit, then climbed out more than 10 meters inward, and saw that he was safe, so he lay powerlessly on the damp mud.

The air under the ground is cold and humid, and some air is boring. There is always a strong earthy smell. Zhang Xiao lazily lay on the mud without moving a bullet. It doesn't matter to him right now. First, you need to regain your strength, even if you can't beat it, you can still run?

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that all the bones were numb and soufflé. He was wondering if he would take this opportunity to throw D2 away and escape from the warehouse himself. “Touch ~ ~," saw the light in the hole all of a sudden darkened. Then the channel wobbled like it was going to collapse, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands and feet and climbed deep with them. He yelled at this perverted D2 in his heart and became a mouse himself, but he still wouldn't let go of himself?

The passage was not high, he could only crawl on the ground with his elbows. There was no light. Zhang Xiaoqiang could only probe with his head. As long as he didn't hit the wall, he was the passage. He crawled in an unfamiliar tunnel, and the speed could not be faster. Plus Zhang Xiaoqiang had never experienced this before, his speed was slower. The darkness in front was like a devil's mouth waiting to swallow him. The D2 behind him was like a high-powered excavator constantly sending the dirt behind Zhang Xiaoqiang to the sky. A wind clamping the dirt from behind him scratched. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back. The passage five or six meters away from him was collapsing, and the light was bright again. A lot of dirt jumped onto his body and the barrier was thick. One layer almost buried him alive. He trembled and the mud on his body was moving faster again.

Now he ignores anything, just stuffy head climbing forward, in this narrow tunnel he has no room to turn around, let alone fight D2 you to death I live, he only has to go forward, forward, forward, the road ahead is so far, Zhang Xiaoqiang only feels hot on his head, if he reached out to touch it must be a big bag, but more bags and his life is nothing compared, he hit the wall one time, one turn direction, just numb climbed forward until he saw the faint light ahead.