Apocalypse Cockroach

(Uh, I'm guilty, I missed a big chapter, and TMD is the most important section. Forget it. Send five chapters today.)

Zhang Xiaoqiang pillowed his head on Guan Qiaoyun's thigh. Upper Guan Qiaoyun was shocked by his movements and his body was tightened up. He slept on her leg like in the morning. He watched Zhang Xiaoqiang sleep on her leg before slowly relaxing her tight body. The delicate and delicate palms gently touched his cheek as in the morning. The beard on his face slightly itched his palm, but she couldn't seem to touch it enough. She slid her palms gently on his face over and over again, sweeping the corners of his eyes into his hands in front of his chest. She saw the various injuries on his hands crossed, and she grabbed his right hand gently.

His hands and palms are all kinds of deep, shallow and narrow different wounds, dense and numb wounds like a thick spider web wrapped around his hand, that's old wounds with a few new wounds, some skin near the wounds slightly twitched, that's the pain caused by the spasm of the wound, probably due to the pain, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand washed very so-so, some wounds also have black and black dirt, and some wounds are also embedded with some rice particles.

Watching Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand cross the wound, tears slipped from the eyes of the upper official Qiaoyun, sliding over his cheek to his chin, condensed into a crystal clear pearl on his chin, as the car body slightly burst onto Zhang Xiaoqiang's face and lips. He was too tired to feel the burning tears pouring on his face, and he lay quietly on her legs with his eyes closed, smelling the scent of her body and sleeping sweeter.

The suddenly stopped car woke up sleeping Zhang Xiaoqiang. He opened his eyes and looked out at the car. The convoy's eyes reached the front door of the chicken farm. The door was closed, and some messy old furniture and wood were put behind the door to seal the door. Several skinny men with yellow muscles held some wooden sticks and tools against the people on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side. Some of them were still yelling at each other and shouting for rebellion to be free.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at everything in front of him and was still well when he left in the morning. How did these cowards start rebelling now? Where did they get the guts?

The people in front and the cowards went to negotiate. Without saying a word, they were smashed with bricks and they would come. Then they kept smashing bricks outside. Even one of them hit the windshield on Zhang Xiaoqiang's car. Zhang Xiaoqiang caught fire. Yang Qiao and Yuan Yi were just about to go inside to rest and take care of the injuries. They had not eaten their mouths at lunch yet. They were desperate in front of each other. They copied their homes in the back. Although they didn't know why, these cowards also hooked up Zhang Xiaoqiang's real fire. “Even D2 and S2 I can't clean you up?”, the poor people must have something to hate, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care if they want to rush up or not.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, the people inside dragged out two bodies, put two ropes around the body's neck, and hung two bodies on the iron door. Both bodies were stripped of their clothes. The naked bodies showed various wounds. Both limbs of the bodies were cut off. Even the lower birds and eggs were cut off. He looked at the two bodies, and the other men in Zhang Xiaoqiang's motorcade were all horrified. The people in front backwards, the people inside saw the people outside were scared and started to go crazy, they were holding all kinds of homemade weapons and shouting, several people kept jumping and running behind the subway door, from time to time grabbing the fence of the iron door shaking the big iron door, there was a tragic howl in the mouth, the iron door was shaken violently, the two bodies on the iron door were also shaking, from time to time There is also residual blood dripping from the corpse, dripping into the rusty iron door, adding a red red to the old black and yellow iron door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw who the owners of the two bodies were. One was an old man who had been maimed by Yuan Yi and the other was an old drunk guarding the chicken coop. They died tragically and very tragically. The eyes of the two are no longer there, only the eyes of the two black holes are left, the old alcoholic still has his mouth open, the teeth in his mouth have been knocked down, his body is full of whiplashes, stick wounds, chopping wounds, even flame burns, the look of Zhang Xiaoqiang cold hair upside down, no wonder the people in front back, it is not acceptable for the individual to see it.

Looking at the crazy men in the iron gate, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't figure out what made them so crazy, even if they rebelled against grain from the chicken farm, how many days could they eat it? Do they have the courage to go outside and steal from the dead after eating? Is this their last madness?

Seeing this group of irrational men Zhang Xiaoqiang looked familiar, and had seen scenes before. Seeing the Indonesians in '98 on the screen *, those crazy Indonesians treated their fellow countrymen like this, burning, *, raping, killing, mutilating and shaking the city with their heads. Those Indonesians applauded.

Now my former compatriots are doing the same * as the Indonesians, what makes them so crazy? How many days of chicken feed do we have to feed them? Or do they want to spill their inner madness together and destroy it with someone else?

The people inside suddenly ran around like a blasted nest, the howling was getting louder and louder, a ghost crying wolf howling through the clouds, then another group of people carried two wide wooden boards to the door, two people lying on the wooden boards, those two still twisted on the wooden boards, all limbs nailed to the wooden boards, blood stained the wooden boards under them red.

A man and a woman were stripped naked on the boards, and they were both lying naked on the boards. The man was the one whose legs were broken by Yuan Yi. Zhang Xiaoqiang, a woman who had never seen her before, was a middle-aged woman of thirty or forty years of age. She was very fat, and the white meat on her belly was stacked on top of each other. The two huge pieces of breast on her chest looked truly miserable. It was the Himalayan peak among women.

The wooden slab nailed to the cannon was erected, the cannon was constantly howling to make them feel a pain, but those people were crazy, they cut off the limbs of the cannon, and then castrated him, and the eyeballs were dug out like the old man, until his abdomen was ripped open (forget it, don't write in the back, don't go too far, besides, I didn't make this up, remember to put these things on TV every day in 89 years, the PLA officers and soldiers were treated like this by some thugs, because they were ordered not to shoot, and the topic of 89 was over.

The remnants of the gun chamber were also hung on the iron door. Blood continued to drip until the iron door and the ground under him were completely stained red. Zhang Xiaoqiang's side of the crowd squatted on the ground and vomited. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the body of the gun chamber and hid his disgust. Suddenly a phantom figure fell into his arms, and the superior official Qiaoyun buried his head dead in Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms.