Apocalypse Cockroach

Well, it looks like the 7: 00 chapter wasn't automatically released, and now I'm up to see it, two chapters in a row.

He arrived at this gathering point on the vagrancy, and although it was hard, he could survive. Minan was happy with his life here, but he wasn't happy. He wanted to die. He wanted to go underground and find his cousin. Opportunity came. The head of the civilian population personally found him and promised Minan nothing to worry about in the future, as long as he could kill the leader of the other convoy at the last minute...

“Why... why... why didn't you kill me... come on, give me a bullet..." He opened his bloody eyes and yelled angrily at the men in the battle team, he gasped and circled, his eyes burning, looking at every man with a gun, what he wanted was death, not everyone's ridicule, he switched the knife in his left hand to the bottom of his right hand to measure everyone, he was going to die, he was going to die in glorious battle, "that's him, he laughed the happiest, hum! Laugh... die with me...”

His goal was to be a member of a battle group standing next to Yankee, who was the happiest guy to laugh, and he didn't expect his laughter to cause him any trouble.

The young man continued to circle in place, suddenly he accelerated instantly, the knife in his hand pointed straight at the throat of the battle group members, the man in the battle group was too careless, his gun was still on his back, and he looked at the sudden knife and closed his eyes in despair.

The knife stopped on his throat, the skin on his throat could even feel a slight chill on the knife. He took a slight step backwards and took off the rifle on his shoulder, because it was too shocking, the rifle did not fall steadily on the ground, and he took a few more steps backwards to see the man's hand with the knife pinched to death by Yankee.

The young man looked at Yang Ke 'er's jade finger in horror, his own strength, he knew, not to mention a beancorn little girl, a grown man could not hold himself, he struggled hard, but Yang Ke 'er's white red hands made himself immobile like a tiger plier, his blood red eyes looked at Yang Ke 'er's beautiful little face, he saw the mockery in Yang Ke 'er's eyes, he was even more angry.

“Ha ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" He waved his left fist and smashed it in Yankee's face. Yankee shook her wrist and the young man was thrown away like a toy doll by a little girl far away.

“Phew...” He hit the floor and stirred up a dust, he moaned in the dust, struggled, swayed from the ground and climbed up, feeling dizzy, he saw a weak figure coming towards himself in a trance, "Ah..." he burst out again, drank loudly, hit the figure with his fist, his wrist tight, he flew out again...

He struggled slowly on the ground, his bones were broken like a piece of pliers, the pain hit him like a tide, his chin rested on the ground of gray flutter, his mouth rugged the ground dust up and slowly covered his head, he slowly moved his lower arm to his chest and strutted his upper body, two Slowly rubbing his thighs forward until he could get on his knees from the ground. Every move on him was like being slowed down by a camera. He scrambled a little bit from the ground and climbed up. His posture was ridiculous, but no one laughed. They were deeply shocked. The young man fell countless times by Yankee, but every time he could climb up from the ground and punch Yankee, it was just him The speed of climbing is slower and lighter, Yang Kool unconsciously lowered the force in his hand, and began to feel a little lighter and lighter. Even so, the young man was becoming more and more powerless. By now, he was running out of force even from the ground.

He stood on the ground, his body was shaking constantly, his brain was getting dizzy, he couldn't see the surroundings at all, he slowly moved around, looking for the little girl who had repeatedly dropped him on the ground, and he had to wave at him, waiting for himself to be killed by her or tired, and a wonderful figure appeared in his blurred gaze, "Is she?” He shook and walked towards the shadow, which was also coming towards him, close, close, "Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" He burst into a howl with his last force, waving his right fist towards the shadow and smashing it.

His fist stopped, he looked at the down jacket that went from bright red to dark red. The owner of the down jacket was a young girl with a clear face. The little girl was about her age and Yankee had a frightened expression on her face. Tears blurred the little girl's gaze. She reached out her hands to help the young man, stretching out half and some hesitation seemed to dare not touch him.

The young man finally saw the owner of the down jacket, and he lowered his right arm and said softly, “You're not her!” He fell to the ground without knowing.

Zhang Xiaoqiang left the young man behind his head. His men drove all the men lying on the ground. A man kneeling under the muzzle of a heavy machine gun held his head. The muzzle of a heavy machine gun slowly slid over their heads under the operation of the machine gunman. Every offset of the muzzle frightened the man kneeling with his eyes.

More than a hundred men kneeling at gunpoint trembling, they don't know their fate, after all, they move first, some people holding their heads around the corner of their eyes looking at the blanks, making good shots and running away, some people closing their eyes and praying silently in their hearts, some men poisonously looking at several people kneeling in the front row, it was the heads of small teams, they resented their heads and came out looking for death, and some men looked at only the machine guns on their heads, whispering in their mouths: “He said machine guns, he said machine guns..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and forth in front of these men with a lit cigarette in his hand. From time to time, he took a sip and slowly spit it out. He looked at these men, his cold eyes frozen on his knees. The silver-light desert eagle in his waist was like a sickle of death in these captives' eyes. They suspected Zhang Xiaoqiang was choosing an unlucky egg to kill the chicken monkey. They didn't want to be that unlucky egg. Whenever Xiaoqiang Qiang's cold gaze swept over, they buried his head in front of his chest until that cold line of sight moved away into the bone.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart is beautiful, Damei, beauty is unspeakable. He is happy to look at these strong men. Now Zhang Xiaoqiang has learned to hide his expression. His eyes are cold, but his heart is very hot. What is the most missing in the last life? It's not guns and ammunition, it's not food, it's people, it's adult labor, people can rob it, they can build it, they can cultivate it, they can make it...