Apocalypse Cockroach

“More than 200 people, about 140 men, more than 100 women. ”

“You live in the mountains?” Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat surprised. This hill looks very ordinary and there are no buildings on it.

“We live on the back of the mountain, just climb over this mountain to get there. If you walk on the road, you'll have to circle a big section. There should be lookouts on it. It's them who saw your convoy, and Boss Liu took us with him to try to rob you.” Li Zhu is now very accommodating and cooperating. He even volunteered to tell Zhang Xiaoqiang where the dark whistle points were.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know if the people above were ready. He had three guards to guard the prisoners and climbed the mountain with twelve people touching the black with him.

The hillside was fairly flat, Zhang Xiaoqiang and his men climbed not too hard, they climbed carefully, encountered the shrub in the way, and were willing to go around and didn't want to cross, afraid that the sound of their bodies driving the shrub would be heard above.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was in the best shape, he also climbed to the front, he quietly and quickly moved the team behind him out of the boss, a piece of mountain rock and a bush of short trees were dumped behind him, he was constantly watching any little wind and grass blowing, although Li Zhu had pointed out the hiding place of the whistle for him, but he still dared not be careless, he did not trust Li Zhu, he was willing to be careful, today's loss was too great, he did not know how to tell others at the base.

There is no moonlight tonight, the hillside is dark, the end of life has come to change all kinds of flora and fauna, plants are withering, animals are mutating, even insects who like to scream at night on weekdays are quiet, around Zhang Xiaoqiang can not hear any sound, only hear his own slightly impatient gasp in his ear.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang listened, there was still silence around him and there was no movement on the hill. He raised his head and sniffed carefully in the air. Yes, there was a smell of cigarette smoke in the air. As an old cigarette gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very familiar with this smell. Someone smoked in the vicinity and was not far from him.

He climbed up more carefully, slowly he approached the hill, a person standing on the hill constantly looking around, it is now 5: 00 a.m., the sky is still dark, Zhang Xiaoqiang can not see the person's specific appearance and clothing, but Zhang Xiaoqiang is sure that the smoker is not him, there is no red cigarette butt in his mouth.

He slowly measured the surrounding terrain and tried to find the guy who was hiding and smoking. It was a latent post. Li Zhu's intelligence was incorrect. He said that the latent post was located slightly behind the top of the hill to see the Ming post. If the latent post was really where he said it was, the smell of smoking from that person would never come out this far.

This is the mountain, the mountain wind on the mountain is bigger than the flat wind, looking at the bright post in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not move, although he can kill him, but after? Didn't Zhang Xiaoqiang just try to beat that Liu boss in such a delicate way?

Just as he was searching, a slightly dull voice said: "Hey! How many of them did you see head back in total? ”

His voice rang right next to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang sounded frightened. He couldn't help but shrink his lower neck and bow down.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surrounded by a mountain rock that was half a person tall, and the heel of the mountain rock was buried in the earth. Zhang Xiaoqiang was looking at the mountain rock. The sound came from the back of the mountain rock, meaning that Zhang Xiaoqiang and the latent post were less than a meter away in a straight line.

“I didn't see it clearly either. A hundred people went out and only a dozen came back anyway. By the way, I also saw a knocked out man being carried down. Doesn't he look like he's on our side? If our man faints, Boss Liu will only give him a knife.” Neither did the Ming Post look out and start talking to the latent post.

“It's the people over there, I don't know where it came from, tough guy, only a few of the hundred people on our side were killed, luckily it's our turn to watch out today, otherwise, huh?? Our little life will be reimbursed.” The latent sentry seemed to be happy that he had not gone up, and the tone of his voice was a bit of a joy.

“Yeah, I heard gunshots from over here. It sounded like 12: 00 in the New Year's Eve. It never broke. Stray bullets from over the hill, just like rain. Look at the warheads dragging the light. I'm dizzy. By the way, did you hear the gunshots?” The Ming Post has completely forgotten the heat of its mission to start talking to the latent post.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not continue listening. He slowly bypassed the two people who were in the past two days, touching Li Zhu's said latent post, and hiding behind him some words such as shells, army, etc.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed the mountain, he saw a lot of materials burning in the empty space under the mountain. A woman and a man kept moving some things to the truck truck. There was a row of simple rooms on the side of the fire pile, and a large log was erected beside it. It also helped a naked man. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at it, but it was not Guofei, it seemed that he was not the opponent of that mysterious man.

There was a pile of rock piles in front of it, and it was still chaotically covered with branches and leaves. Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly touched the pile and pulled out the police dagger to climb in.

The space inside the stone pile is very small, can only allow two people to roll inside, dark and invisible, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly creeping that way, the dagger in his hand is ready to stab out, a snoring sound coming from inside, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped creeping, squinting eyes slowly adapted to the darkness inside, a dark figure is rolling into a group sleeping perfume, a burst of snoring coming out of his mouth.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the knife over his neck. The man was still asleep. There was no reaction. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out his belt and tied his hands back. He put down his corner of clothing and rubbed it into his mouth. Until Zhang Xiaoqiang tied him to a jaw. The guy continued to sleep. The snoring stopped. He was breathing heavily with his nose.

Two left, Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to touch the other side of the light and dark whistle. When he arrived there, he saw his team holding a gun and aiming at him. Those two light and dark whistles were tied together on one knee and stuffed with something in their mouth.

The mountain is now chaotic, people are running around like a bunch of headless flies on a burning fire heap, a man carrying a suitcase is hit by a purse under his feet and rolls to the ground, and the crate is scattered, and a bag of salt is scattered everywhere.

Without waiting for him to climb up, a long knife shaken by the flame split his head in half, the split head was still attached to his neck, split into two heads sprayed with bright red blood, blood flushed his white brains out everywhere.

“Pomp??” The corpse sprayed with blood fell on the salt of the ground, and under the illumination of the fire, the dark red blood slowly accumulated from beneath him in a sachet of salt scattered on the ground.