Apocalypse Cockroach

(People used to say it was the 2K Party, I sent 3K for the last time today, the excesses of the last few days are a bit boring, oh, forgive me)

The women of the last generation are miserable. They constantly seek refuge from the dead and hungry. In the face of the men who exasperated them under the pressure of the last generation, Zhang Xiaoqiang has found a number of women. Most of them have been tortured by men to numb them. Sometimes even they do not know what it means to live on their own.

And the women in front of them were not hollow and numb, and they were afraid that they would try to wrap up the naked areas of themselves and hide themselves behind their heterosexual companions, and when they saw the combatants carrying guns, they were trembling in fear as they measured them with indiscretion.

When these skinny men came to Zhang Xiaoqiang, they were pointed at by countless gunshots. These men were like quails drenched in heavy rain. They dared not do anything but shrink their heads and wait for the person in front of them to decide their fate.

Zhang Xiaoqiang hasn't spoken yet. Wang Le behind him opened his mouth first. He looked at the nearly 50-year-old skinny bald man and spoke.

“Haha... isn't that Director Ma? Ouch! Hey! Why is your big belly, 43 yards long, gone? ”

This horse director didn't know what it looked like before. The clothes on his body obviously didn't fit. The jacket on his upper body and the pants on his lower body were obviously a lot bigger. Others tied their waists with a belt. He tied them to his waist with a faded nylon rope that he didn't know where to find. But the waist was too big, and a large section of his pants draped down. The white substrate on the inside of his waist was dyed black with a dark layer of oil.

Director Ma narrowed his eyes for half a day. Wang Le was careful before the end of his life. He had a home, had children, and for his own sake, he pretended to be a grandson in front of people. When the end of his life came, he lost everything he could, but he relied on the technology in his hands to moisturize the living sample more than the men who ate chicken feed.

After he met Zhang Xiaoqiang, he came to run. Thanks to the message from Wangfeng, he was promoted by Zhang Xiaoqiang as the small manager of the repair factory. By Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention, he lived better than before the end of his life. He had a little privilege and then gained confidence. Now, when he was in the mood, it was difficult for people familiar with him to associate him with the humble little figure of the past.

“Fun... are you having fun?” Director Ma finally remembered, he shouted Wang Le's nickname in the workshop. At that time, an individual took Wang Le for pleasure. His name was Happy. Everyone else called him Happy. On the contrary, nobody can remember his big name. Now Director Ma naturally calls his nickname.

“No, no, no... I'm not having fun. Not before, never will be. My name is Wang Le, the director of the Hot Springs Base Machinery Factory, Wang Le, remember..."

Director Ma called him a nickname, Wang Le quit, how can he now be considered the top 10 of the 700 people, how can someone call him a nickname before the end of his life?

Director Ma's greased brains and a layer of sweat immediately seeped out. He did not take the position of the director on pure skull shooting horses. He looked at people very well, they were fine old foxes.

Unlike the soldiers who came dressed and pressed him, everyone else was wearing a yellow military uniform. Wong Le was fully armed with an M1 helmet on his head. He was wearing a dark grey bayonet. He was wearing a police bulletproof vest with a special police mark on his face. He had a polymeric aggregate helmet with a mask on his head and a badge on his head. There was a Type 92 pistol inserted into the holster with a flash of oil on his waist. Everyone else was a Type 56 assault rifle. Wong Le was carrying a strangely styled sniper.

All of this lets Director Ma know that Wang Le is not easy in front of him.

“Wang... Director Wang... haha, welcome Director Wang to inspect the work..."

Director Ma was anxious to take out the one that had previously been greeted by his superiors. Wang Le was suffocated with two taels of bones called Wang Factory Manager. Good thing in his mind, he interrupted Director Ma's praise and introduced the situation to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

This horse director in front of him was Wang Le's former workshop director. At that time, he was a super fat man. Apparently, he didn't have a very good life after his death. Other men Wang Le wasn't very familiar. His previous circle was small. People were very low-key. Naturally, he wouldn't know many people. But with the help of his workshop technique, it can be seen that there are more than 30 men who are workshop workers. They can't fool him with their tiger mouths and the cocoon on their fingers.

He knew a dozen women, they were office clerks, usually withholding wages to get their hands on the ticket, other women should be similar to them, but a woman in her 40s impressed Wang Le. Every time she ate in the cafeteria, the woman beat him half less than the others. Wang Le was so angry that he felt itchy. After all these years, how much meat did he eat?

After Wang Le's explanation, Zhang Xiaoqiang realized that Wang Le's luck was quite good. During that time, the task in the factory was urgent. They had to arrange night shifts. They had no night shifts here. As soon as they said that no one wanted to work at night, so the workshop director, Ma, let those who normally behaved honestly and did not dare to stab him work at night.

Wang Le was first chosen because of his decades-long honesty and nature. Although Wang Le's technology worked well, he was accustomed to being bullied and his share of the factory's fundraiser was not there. He had to ride his bike back to his home in the outskirts for two hours a day, just as he rode halfway, the virus broke out.

Looking at whether it was bad luck or lucky Wang Le, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at these worried factory employees.

“Look, this is our head. You don't deserve to know who he is yet. All you have to do is know that we have nearly a thousand men under our head, and machine-gun cannons are as good as they are, and the monsters that scare the shit out of you have been killed by our heads by tens of thousands, and we have a rule in our head that if we don't do what we say, we live, we die..."

Having had the opportunity to show his former colleague's face, Wang Le began to play the fool Tiger Wei. Zhang Xiaoqiang heard that he was too lazy to ignore him here. He took several people to the other warehouse. The horse director was eye-catching and saw his head leaving. Even his companion didn't care, so he followed him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't speak, and the team didn't stop him. Wang Le saw and wanted to follow him. He could see the remaining eight anti-aircraft machine guns in the warehouse. He stayed here again, and he was always a work first.

This factory is very effective, so there are plenty of spare materials in the warehouse. Look at the steel cables in the warehouse. Zhang Xiaoqiang is very uncomfortable with these things. He doesn't build machinery. What use do you want these things for?

Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was uncomfortable in the eyes of Director Ma. He wanted to approach Zhang Xiaoqiang a few steps earlier. The gunpoint of several black holes pointed at his head. Director Ma's bald head without hair began to sweat again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at him and waved his hand. The teammates pulled the gun in their hand away from his head. Director Ma withstood the urine that burst toward him when the gun was pointed at him, and again leaned toward Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“This big leader, have you seen these things disappointing?” Director Ma approached and offered his best wishes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned and looked at the horse director, nodded. These things were used by the base and belonged to something with or without cocoa. There were not many of them, not many of them. Today's harvest was good. Nine 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns, plus a few fully equipped machining workshops, more than 30 men who understand machines, the base's machinery factory can be said to have turned several steps.

But looking at these materials in a row of warehouses, Zhang Xiaoqiang had some tasteless food. It's a shame to throw it away.

“Chief, I know there's good stuff, clothes, food, cooking oil, everything..."

This is an independent small building, the small building and Zhang Xiaoqiang saw earlier is a product of a period, the door of the small building is hung with a black copper-bottom sign, "XXX Cable Machine Factory Union", the trade union door is locked, watching the gray drop in front of the door, it seems that nothing has come for a long time.

On the side of the small building, there was a driveway leading all the way to the back of the small building. They saw several other small warehouse-like buildings behind the small building. Zhang Xiaoqiang started walking backwards and walked as the director of the horse said.

The benefits in the factory are good, the welfare of the workers is good, usually nothing, and there will be some flower dew water, shampoo, toothpaste in the towel, even worse until the festival, rice edible oil is the foundation, what wine, fruit, finely packaged mountain flavored salad, cookie candy, peanut seeds and so on, these are still ordinary workers, if the cadre leader, even worse, famous cigarettes and liquors are moved home on a box of ground, the dried goods are sixteen head dried abalone, not to mention the shark wings.

Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to Director Ma say that smallpox crashed and slowly walked forward. He had found something wrong here. He was lying in some corners with some dry zombie corpses. There were no signs of animal bites on the corpses. There was only one possibility. These zombies were dragged there after being killed.

Thinking of the living people here, Zhang Xiaoqiang punched the team members on the side with an eye. The four team members brushed the bolts together to pull the bolts. The team members' pulling the bolts made Director Ma start to get nervous again. He didn't scare the piss out until he found out that there was no one aimed at him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found more traces, on the pavement under his feet because no one cleaned it for a long time already had dust, there were many footprints on it, the footprints were not large, it did not look like a man's big feet, one person's footprints were particularly shallow and no longer visible, in stark contrast to the other footprints on the side.