Apocalypse Cockroach

Under the efforts of Zhang Xiaoqiang and the battle team, the zombie punch fell to the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang alone solved all S-type zombies. Others followed Zhang Xiaoqiang, his performance was even clearer than Zhang Xiaoqiang himself. Seeing him alone solved half of the zombies, and all S-type zombies, he was more afraid of and more admired. With the means to punish people's hearts and minds, with the honorable track record, Zhang Xiaoqiang is now fully in the position of the leader. Even if he is not at the base, without his definitive death message, these people could not have any idea of rebellion. Zhang Xiaoqiang's performance is too strong.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was smoking cigarettes against the body of the car, other members of the battle team were also resting around him, or smoking cigarettes, or drinking water, and others were secretly looking at Shangguan Qiaoyun, who was wiping a triangular stab at Zhang Xiaoqiang, and went through an alarming fight. Shangguan Qiaoyun's body, face and hands had some black ashes and stains. She also cared, even through the reflection on the glass of the car's body, she didn't want to wipe off the black ashes on her face. She matured a lot in this battle and let go. Now Shangguan Qiaoyun has begun to look like a warrior, saying goodbye to the former delicate young lady forever.

“What did you think when you shot him? You didn't look at me and you shot me. You're not afraid to hurt me?” Zhang Xiaoqiang finished smoking a cigarette and looked at the logistics team cleaning up the corpse at the door. The question finally came out of his mouth.

Shangguan Qiaoyun stopped the action in his hand and began to think back to the situation...

She shot seven bullets in a row. She slowly thought of her shaking corpse. She took a deep breath and silently read in her heart: “Don't worry... you can definitely hit her..." She held the gun tight against her shoulder, put the center of the gun over the corpse's head, just pulled the trigger, suddenly something in her head was calling, her body was stiff immediately, something seemed to be going on behind her. She wanted to turn around, cocoa holding the gun with both hands and the rifle first step before she thought, she didn't see what was going on, fingers pulled the trigger, and then the shot was a crisis that Zhang Xiaoqiang experienced.

“Psychic Incidents” Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart is furious. Isn't that what Qiaoyun just said? Zhang Xiaoqiang has always held these things more believable than believable. He went through some things, although he didn't see them, but he seemed to feel slightly. For example, he went to play in the country. In the old house, he wanted to open the door and walk out. The door suddenly opened itself. Then it seemed like a breeze had blown. He didn't feel any coolness. His skin was unconscious. When he went out to the living room, he saw that all the doors and windows were closed. There were no signs of wind-blown flowers and trees outside the window. After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang had a crease in his mind. It was like running away from the house and stepping on a soft thing on the street, he could scare himself half to death.

Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately shut up and don't dare ask any more. Who knows if the great god still walked away from Qiaoyun, but he saved his own life anyway, he won't be looking for himself in the middle of the night, right?

Two hundred corpses were moved, plus the ground at the main entrance was full of zombies' black blood. Although the body itself had not much blood, it could not hold up their large quantity. The sticky black blood area was a little slippery on the ground until two hours later. Zhang Xiaoqiang and the battle team didn't mean any help. The logistics team could eat white rice as long as they were present. Zhang Xiaoqiang now had a lot of rice, and he couldn't eat all the rice, but he wouldn't feed them for nothing. What would people think if they let everyone eat rice and go out to fight for their lives? In that case, Zhang Xiaoqiang set up several classes, he and He Wenbin Son, they are the first class, the battle group is the second class, the women of the base and some important positions are the third class, more than talk about cooking and Wang Le, plus two guys who learned to repair and manufacture from him, the first three classes are full of rice, the rest of the people are the fourth class, usually only half rice rations, chicken feed is open supply, you can get three days full rice rations to follow the battle group attendance.

They came out to do their job. Zhang Xiaoqiang's battle team wanted to keep their strength to cope with the danger, so they looked at these as if they looked down on people. The logistics team was wearing shabby clothes. That was their own old clothes. Zhang Xiaoqiang would not give them the uniforms he had taken out. One of the six men looked particularly obnoxious in the yellow World War II American uniform. Look at him, all the members of the battle team looked despised.

When he saw the exit cleaned up, Zhang Xiaoqiang made a gesture. All the battle teams began to check their equipment. Sanzi filled everyone with 30 rounds of ammunition. Zhang Xiaoqiang was also wiped clean by Guan Qiaoyun. He looked at Guan Qiaoyun and said: “You watch the car outside. Where did you put your pistol last time? Find out. Don't put it on you. Remember the lesson! ”

Upper officer Qiaoyun blushed, the pistol was always under her left threat, but she just couldn't remember that she still had a pistol. She saw Zhang Xiaoqiang leading the crowd inside. She unzipped the uniform and unwrapped the gun strap inside, re-encircled it on her waist. On the bullet of the rifle, she thought about it and found out that her previous carbine gun was also loaded with good bullets. A carbine gun was beside her, and a rifle was in her hand, and she sat on guard in the car.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shot his head with a steel horn gun, followed by a battle squad with a rifle, followed by six logistics squads with shields, a group of people walked to the parking lot of the spa hall, the parking lot was huge, there were all kinds of high-end Land Cruisers and RV parked on it, all vehicles were surrounded by dozens of police cars in the middle, some police car doors were opened, on the seats, On the door, on the window, on the ground, there was black blood on a beach, white bones, shredded cloth, deformed alarm caps, moldy leather shoes, shells, even a Type 77 pistol surrounded those bloodstains, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the middle bend to pick up the pistol, the pistol was rained, the sun was sun was shined, and the zombie stepped on it countless times, it looked like none The pistol that fired the bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw it at the third bullet and continued walking in with the person.

The parking lot is well greened around, from the foot of the hill to the bottom of the valley is all kinds of vegetation, but now there is no greenery, the skinny trunks and branches seem to be showing people the past wind, the grass under the trees is also greening to dead, a stone paved trail stretches forward in the forest until blocked in front of a large fountain, there is a group of stone sculptures in the fountain, the theme is the bathing of a group of girls, stone sculpture is Western literary sculpture, each stone sculpture is sculpted beautified, full texture, beautiful lines, the scene of a group of girls bathing by the river is flexibly displayed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have any art cells. He bypassed the stone statue in his eyes along the stone road. The scene in front of him surprised him. The valley was completely displayed in front of him. A clear stream slowly flowed from afar to a small lake in front of him, surrounded by a small garden-style villa. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not see anything related to modern times except garden-style villas. No cement floor, no steel structure street lights, no wires and machinery, the pavement on the ground was replaced by bluestone slabs, on both sides was a yellow-brown lawn, walking on a smooth slab road, watching the stream running water, looking at the quiet little lake, Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled, he suddenly felt that he was not looking for a handicapped enemy on the battlefield, but like the company leader with The staff traveled in the suburbs, only quietly around, except for the footsteps of Zhang Xiaoqiang pedestrians, there was no sound other than the clear stream of running water, no wind, no birding, no human noise, Zhang Xiaoqiang and others went all the way to the entrance to the villa.

Kill the last zombie locked in the house, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood on the lawn outside to measure his future base, the villa area has twenty or thirty houses, each house has the same layout, except for the size of the room, the height of the decoration materials and the precious and priceless furniture, one house can accommodate three or five people, seven or eight people slightly less, a little crowded, hard to plug, ten people can stay, the house in front of you can accommodate more than a hundred people, Zhang Xiaoqiang is very satisfied, there are ready houses to live better than his own, the battle team is very obedient, while the logistics team started wearing the clothes and utensils left over from the previous guests.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Sanzi and continued to walk to the valley without talking. Behind him came a curse and a scream from the logistics team. Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the farce behind him. He had already set the rules. All the loot was the battle group and base. The logistics team naturally had nothing. There was no accommodation. The rules were the rules.