Apocalypse Cockroach

Yankee's stick is more powerful than the air waves blown out by mortars. D2's head is like being trampled by countless elephants. It keeps shaking its buzzing head. Even the half-cutted horn cone inserted in his ear's eyes is not noticed. As D2's head keeps shaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang is like a small slab in a giant wave. He “brushes” his body over D2's shoulder and hangs it in front of his chest. D2's chest is puddled by countless machine guns. Zhang Xiaoqiang sees that D2's wound has no dark blood. All the wounds are closed. The bare muscles on the wound squeeze the wound into a tightly sealed line.

Zhang Xiaoqiang loosened the holster on the police belt with his right hand touching the right waist. One hand grabbed the horn cone and endured the shaking of his body. The other held up a heavy silver desert eagle and looked at the big face of D2 spraying stench, “Bang Bang Bang..." Desert Eagle's huge ringing eardrum burst, his brain buzzed, huge backseat force made him no longer hold the horn cone to fall down.

“Putong" Zhang Xiaoqiang fell on a pit that had been blown apart by shells. The soil under him had been blown to flux. He had not been harmed. He was supported by mud sand still scattered with heat. He stood up and looked up at D2 hanging in the air.

The big mouth and nose of D2 are severely damaged because the angle is poor and the silver pistol can only be shot to the side of it, even so, D2 is no less harmed than its ears and eyes.

D2 is angry, it is also scared, successive accidents scare it, it struggles hard in the middle of the sky, the claws are no longer strong with the steel shovel, it touches the edge of the steel shovel, makes a roar to tighten the arms, the steel shovel is pushed by its weird force to death gap, the shovel car keeps spraying black smoke towards it, but as the D2 arm bursts, the body of the car is constantly retracting.

“Touch..." Zhang Xiaoqiang changed the magazine, holding the gun in his hands and aiming at D2's mouth constantly pulling the trigger, Desert Eagle's backseat continued to vibrate back, but all he saw was D2's ugly big face, Yang Kool's black face climbed up from the roof of the car, she was embarrassed this time, the last time against D2, she was happy to rush up, D2 waved her hand, she jumped to the street, then D2 was killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang * *, the last time, more than once, she was knocked out by a flying rice bag without even facing each other, D2 was killed by Yuan Yi and Zhang Xiaoqiang jointly. This time, there was no easy chance, but this time D2 didn't even return her hand, she almost played the street again.

As soon as she stomped her foot, she was about to jump again, but the bottom of her foot shook violently. She hit the roof again. The pain of D2 being hit by the bullet fired underneath came to a huge explosion. It pushed one foot hard on the serrations of a shovel steel shovel, the body of the shovel tilted immediately, the wheel on one side of the shovel was suspended, the other side was still spinning forward, and eventually the shovel fell on the ground and splashed the black mud sand. D2 was also pulled down to the ground by the final force of the shovel. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity to step forward three steps in a row. She stood up on the right leg and kicked one foot on the corner of the beast on D2 ear, and the corner of the 80cm was kicked in half again.

“Ahhh ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" D2 flipped over his body and screamed with his head on the ground, his body like a twisting giant python wrapped around Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not escape, when D2's body reached his feet, he was again on the hand of the horn cone, D2 felt the severe pain of his head, its claws danced around, dirt, crushed rocks, and some pieces of meat and bones were spilled around by it, D2 when mad outburst, Zhang Xiaoqiang also had to hide to the side to escape the raging light, he pulled out the third clip into the gun handle and waited for a chance.

“Boom Lung... Boom Lung..." a car body orange red track digger came up, Wang Le eyes rolling round in the cockpit and sat this way, as the digger approached the coarse long robotic arm with the dig up, then the dig dropped rapidly, suddenly on the lower half of D2, the digging serrations nailed D2 firmly to the ground, D2 no longer held his head, it claws grabbed the steel dig, trying to move it away from itself.

“Touch..." Zhang Xiaoqiang's silver pistol rang again, this time D2 has reached the poor end, it has no choice but to howl, the excavator's force is not comparable to that of a forklift, it used to consume a lot of energy, now it smells a little stale, just it shut its big mouth, the bullet of Zhang Xiaoqiang did not do much harm except knock out several of its big door teeth.

“Yayayayaya..." Yankee finally climbed down from the goddamn shovel, she held a large werewolf tooth stick, her mouth crisp strange, knocked D2's head, D2 was twisting his head and moving hard on the big dig pressed against it, Yankee's werewolf tooth stick happened to hit the horn cone plugged into its ear.

As the werewolf tooth stick struck D2's head, the tip of the horn cone protruded from behind D2's right ear, D2 made a long wail, his body twitched violently, two big claws swinging quickly in the air, then softly landed on the ground and spurted a piece of dust...

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked silently at the D2 lying on the ground no longer moving. He plugged the desert eagle with empty bullets back into the holster and turned to walk to the camp. Although he experienced a fierce fight, the sooner he walked, the softer his footsteps were. His military shoes stepped on the soft mud loosened by the shells as if he were stepping on a thick cashmere carpet. He felt that his true body was going to float. His mood was relaxed. This was the fourth D2 on his hand, which was also the most tragic of his deaths. From the moment he drove the initiative, he held Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand. From head to tail, D2 had no chance of getting any power. He had nothing to accomplish except to lift a forklift truck before he died.

Yang Kel hummed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang with a wolf tooth stick, although she was in bad luck at first, so what? In the end, he didn't kill Big BOOS himself. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang also contributed a little, who made him his own husband? In Yankee's head, her husband's, hers or hers...

A man with a shivering face crawled out of a forklift on the ground. When he saw D2 dying next to him, he made a strange noise. He sat on the ground with his hands and feet and backed away. He was one of Wang Le's two men who had just joined forces in the fight. Wang Le's repair shop was all fighting in the first line. Wang Le jumped off the excavator and went to D2's body. He measured it. He kicked his foot on the dead D2, indicating his contempt. Then he ran upside down after Zhang Xiaoqiang's back to the camp. He had a lot of work to do. D2 was just a little insertion today. He didn't see D2 really strong, natural, and didn't put it to heart...

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked past a man and a woman who bowed their heads to pay tribute to him, went to Fat Chef to pick up the lunch box in his hand, walked aside and started eating his late lunch. Lunch was still hot. Fat Chef was already satisfied when he was heating up for him and could eat hot meal. Lu Renyi took the logistics team to clean up the mess in front of D2, Sanzi counted the remaining ammunition on the battle team, and Yankee held her lunch box pointing to the distance and screamed...