Apocalypse Cockroach

A man with a knife, a man in tight black, a man who smiles and wipes his blood knife gently on the victim's clothes.

Less than thirty years later, the man had a clean shave on his face, slightly messy shoulder-to-shoulder hair, some messy long hair that looked neat and the flame around him reflected slightly on his head.

He raised his head with a knife and looked up at the busy crowd around him. No one spoke. They kept their heads down and continued to move supplies to the car. The two worn women walked to the side of the dead and dragged the dead away. They picked up the salt bag soaked in the blood with their bare hands and put it in the crate, even if their hands were stained red with blood, without frowning.

The two men lifted the crate to the side of the car and saw that they had lost sight of the man. At the same time, they squatted on the ground and threw up. Zhang Xiaoqiang was watching the scene quietly at the waist of the hill not far from them. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at the dead and the woman. He was just remembering the speed at which the man was waving that knife.

Everyone in this camp was busy. The man believed too much in the sentry he had arranged. The failure just made no difference to him. He smiled with a long knife and looked at the busy crowd, seemingly not at all ready to defeat the battle to become a bereavement dog.

He was surrounded by two men with rifles on their backs who were watching the crowd. That was his iron pole, the man he had brought out of prison. Although there were only two left to die, he did not care, he believed only in the knife in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked clearly at the form below. Apart from the mysterious man and his two hearts, there was no protection below. He slowly touched down with everyone.

He is going to directly solve the three people. As long as the three people are solved, the next group of people will be his future labor force and troops. Since their future has been booked by Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang will not be willing to see them drained in vain.

As he moved, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes swept a thing, and suddenly he stopped and looked at the familiar Land Cruiser.

The huge fuel tank on the rack, the two weapon barrels welded to the roof of the car, and the V-shaped road rocker in front of the car, was Zhang Xiaoqiang's old favorite car, the Hummer car that was modified and inspected by Wang Le, the Hummer car that was driven away by Susie, looking at the familiar Hummer car, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mood was complicated.

Susie may have fallen into the hands of that perverted Liu. Not likely, it must have been, He Wenbin once lamented that Susie had done so much. Brother Long, the more than ten rifles they brought out were copied to the sky by Susie. The bullets they saved with their lives were moved by Susie.

Liu Head had more than 20 rifles in his hands when he attacked Zhang Xiaoqiang. Susie must have taken them out. In China, guns were not so easy to find. Thinking about this, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not say whether he was happy or sad.

Susie is a woman who has the ability, the courage, the courage to break into the fight, but her luck is really bad. All the other women who follow Zhang Xiaoqiang live well. This woman who doesn't want to fly alone with men anymore may have turned into a rotten corpse.

The man with the knife turned his head and looked around at his heart and stomach to say something. As soon as he turned his head, his body swept up to one side, his shoulders rolled in a circle and bounced off the ground to the other side.

The two hearts that were blocked by him saw him jump to the side, opened his mouth without issuing an inquiry, a grain of pointy bullet drilled countless blood eyes on them, and the two twitched and fell on the floor without even seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang's shadow.

Zhang Xiaoqiang followed the man with his teammates and fired. The messy warhead dug out numerous small pits behind the man's front and foot, carrying a cloud of dust, but the man could always avoid a dozen rifle-fired bullets, as he would have predicted. Zhang Xiaoqiang finished a magazine in his hand, and the mysterious man didn't even hurt a hair.

Those busy people suddenly emerged Zhang Xiaoqiang, they were stunned. When Zhang Xiaoping Qiang's group chased their leader with a rifle, everyone began to flee to the other side in panic. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care about these busy people. He pulled out the empty magazine and touched out a magazine full of bullets and put the gun on the body.

As the team members of the battle team changed magazine time, although there were still people firing, the density of the bullet was not as good as before. The man turned to Zhang Xiaoqiang and rushed over.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the bolt, the man had rushed into front of him. At this time, the rifle was almost useless. If he fired, he was injured by his own people. When the man rushed to a member of the team, he cut off his head with his hands.

The player was also an old player who had followed Zhang Xiaoqiang through the battle. He looked at the glittering knife and cut himself with a halo. He raised his right hand and lay his rifle in front of him.

“Pong?” The knife flashed, the player's hand was light, the rifle was cut into two pieces, while the man's long knife was still not swinging again, he blamed himself for screaming, smashing the two pieces of the gun in his hand towards the man and running.

The man brushed two knives and split the two truncated guns. When he wanted to rush towards the other team members again, a long sword from Umong stabbed him in the eyebrow. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang holding the long sword and stabbed him straight. He swung the long sword apart with a knife and swung the long sword's body along the sword body, scratching his ears and flying metal sounds towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Looking at the body of the knife that slipped toward him, Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to hang the man's long knife. Unfortunately, like Guo Fei, the man used a two-handed knife. The knife body was also split from top to bottom. Zhang Xiaoqiang's one-handed channel still couldn't hang his long knife. He looked at his knife as if it were a mountain split to his forehead.

“When???” After a crisp sound, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand police dagger was shortened into two pieces. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of this opponent before he had a physical fight with him. He held the dagger in his left hand early on, but didn't expect to help himself escape the first knife.

The dagger was broken, but time was given to solve the crisis. On the man's long knife, he slipped aside and Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed to his front foot and kicked it between his legs.

If Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked is a half-hung, Guo Fei may not disappoint, but the man in front of him is really fast, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed forward, the corner of the man's mouth revealed a slight mockery toe force mat on the ground, the whole body slid out Mish backwards, the toe dragged a long trace on the muddy ground, just let Zhang Xiaoqiang's right foot kick open.

Before Zhang Xiaoqiang's right foot retracted, he waved his hands, and the long knife cut straight from the next upper right razor to Zhang Xiaoqiang's neck, “Ding????????” The knife was beneath the Jingwei sword's crotch, and the two men pulled apart again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully looked at the man in front of him and slowly circled around the man to find out the man's bloom must kill him. The mysterious man also retracted the mockery and smile in the corner of his mouth and took it seriously.

Ever since his body mutated, he has not met anyone who could crotch him three times in a row, but today he met two people, one is Guo Fei, one is Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang's skill is still on Guo Fei. When he deals with Guo Fei, Guo Fei can only persist for a moment with his life and his two defeats. When Guo Fei's strength runs out, he will easily knock Guo Fei out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was different. Zhang Xiaoqiang was touching him hard from the beginning. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang's speed was not as fast as his, Zhang Xiaoqiang's ability to strain was not bad, and the two opponents split the fall color almost evenly for two rounds.

The man looked around Zhang Xiaoqiang, his eyes suddenly became indifferent and crazy. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the man's suddenly changing eyes and knew that the man was impatient. He stopped to look at the man and provoked him.

“Huh??????” The man moved, wearing a tight black coat he was like a ghost shadow with a little residue rushing towards Zhang Xiaoqiang????