Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang head and walked in with more than 40 people. He was not using blood to lure out the zombies. Most of the zombies were locked up in the cell. Blood was of no use except causing them to go mad. Sanzi took nine elite fast steps forward over Zhang Xiaoqiang. Then he heard several low-pitched shooting sounds of a Type 95 rifle. The zombie with a tentacle claw fell to the ground. Sanzi led the way in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang was in the middle, and the other battle groups followed closely behind him.

Walking through the parking lot as Sanzi entered the main building, Sanzi took people to clear scattered zombies in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed a fresh or obsolete zombie body, stepped on the brass shell casing all over the floor to follow him, the messy ground was covered with dust, dust everywhere, on the zombie corpse, on the dry black blood, on the dark shell casing, There was also a Mori white bone. In the middle of a pile of white bones, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw an eighty-one rifle stained with black blood. He bent down and picked up the rifle from the middle of the white bone. The gun was also covered with dust, causing the black anti-cut glove on Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand to become white gray. He removed the magazine, and the rough 7.62mm bullet lay quietly in the magazine, and he put the magazine Stuck back into the barrel, pulled the bolt open the fuse, and pulled the trigger on the white wall in front of it, "Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the rifle in the hand of the battle squad members behind him. He continued to walk forward. With Zhang Xiaoqiang's demonstration, his men began to check the ground. When they saw the rifle or magazine, they picked it up. Even the empty magazine was not disgusted. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked halfway up to hear the gunshot in front become dense. He took people to a quick walk forward and saw Sanzi and nine elite and retreated. He went all the way to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side to retreat. Behind them, the dense and numb carcass were pouring up, Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the horn gun and picked up Sanzi at the exit. They returned.

The exit was small, the three of us could seal the exit side by side, Zhang Xiaoqiang constantly stabbed one corpse, saw all the local team members back in the hallway and turned back, then the three shields sealed the exit, the dense corpses were squeezed together on the shield, the shielded team members constantly squeezed back, the shielded team members bit their teeth, with their heads down to death against the shield to push out, but the corpse was too dense, how powerful the corpse was, the shielded hand was pushed by the corpse to retreat independently, the other team members saw the situation crisis to the shielded hand, relying on their body to try to squeeze the corpse out.

Dozens of older men crowded together to push forward, but the opposite corpse is still gathering here continuously, both sides stiffened, Zhang Xiaoqiang holding the Desert Eagle walking behind the man, the battle group and the zombie entwined, he has no better way, Sanzi and the nine so-called elites are also crowded inside, they also stare at each other, drumming their energy to try to squeeze the zombie out, while Sanzi pushed and still exhaled loudly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the grenade stuck on his belt and tried to throw it out. Finally, he hesitated to stop his hand. His men were stuck in the middle of the corridor and threw it out. God knows if the shard of the grenade explosion will hurt the team? Moreover, the sound of the explosion and the air waves can also have an impact. Zhang Xiaoqiang has too few people to lose.

Suddenly a skinny S-type zombie jumped on the head of the group and quickly climbed this way. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw his hands and feet and used the S-type zombie climbing this way. He dared not carelessly pull the Desert Eagle's trigger when he raised his hand. “Afraid..." After a crisp sound, the right eye of the S-type zombie burst out a black bloody flower and fell over the head of the group. Zhang Xiaoqiang held his pistol and turned his head behind him. The superior official Qiaoyun was dropping the Garland gun holder from his shoulder, where the nitrous smoke was not yet dispersed.

Then a wind swept over Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear and flashed through him in a trench coat. The lunatic Guo Fei jumped on an elite shoulder with the long-handled straight knife and stepped forward on the shoulder of the foreman. He was short, and his right hand held the knife. As everyone's high and low shoulders advanced in the direction of the corpse, to the final line of defense consisting of an iron shield and arms extended by countless corpses, he jumped up over the iron shield and the corpse's arms and stepped on the shoulder of the opposite corpse. He grabbed the knife and slanted to the right, and a dark broken arm flew into the sky with claws.

Countless claws stretched out from his feet and grabbed him at his legs and feet. At a time when the closest claw to him was only a line from his pants leg, he jumped onto the S-type zombie corpse on his head, and this time he didn't stop, stepped on the shoulder or head of the zombie and ran behind the group. Just after he jumped to the edge of the zombie corpse and was ready for the zombie corpse, another S-type zombie jumped into the air and he jumped over. He danced straight through the air, avoiding the S-type zombie claw, and the S-type zombie burst from the waist into two pieces and slowly sank to the edge of the group.

Guo Fei's madness can only be seen by Zhang Xiaoqiang and Shangguan Qiaoyun. Everyone else is crowded together. He just feels his shoulder sinking and doesn't feel anything. Seeing Guo Fei's performance, Zhang Xiaoqiang's chin almost fell on the ground. Where is he going to kill a zombie? This is going to die?

Guo Fei reached the back of the corpse, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not see his situation through the dense and numb corpse, and there were no other thoughts and considerations about his own death. Everyone was responsible for themselves.

Shortly afterwards, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the corpses on the edge of the corpse group turn around and jump backwards. First, there were two corpses, then there was a group of two. The men who were fighting the corpse group clearly felt that the power of the corpse was slowly receding. They shouted the sign and pushed the corpse out step by step. It started slowly, and then quickly, the crowd cheered. All of them squeezed the corpse out of the exit. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a shadow flashing in the middle of the corpse group, and one of the corpses rolled silently to the ground.

“Ha..." a shield slammed a zombie to the ground, “Po...” the bayonet on the Garland rifle stabbed him in the temple of the zombie, a cowhide army shoe stepped on its slightly moving head and pulled out the bayonet, "Pop..." Sanko and two elites stood together, The nine-millimeter pistol in his hand kept sending a particle into the head of the zombie, and the elite team of the Ten shot the zombie around them with a pistol, and as they fired with precision, a zombie kept falling down, the horn gun in Little Strong's hand or a straight stab, or a slope, or a pick-up, a zombie kept falling under his feet, and as he went deeper into the mass, he felt the long gun in his hand Hard to carry out, he flipped over and held it in his hand like a spear and threw it at the chest of a distant D-type zombie. The horn gun drew an arc in the air and pierced the chest of the D-type zombie. The sharp horn gun went through its body and nailed it to the ground. The D-type zombie was nailed to the ground by the horn gun.