Apocalypse Cockroach

A forearm with five claw blades fell on the roof, bounced off and fell under the car, suddenly losing a claw made S2 lose its center of gravity, its body to the side, trying to regain control of the balance, before waiting for it to stand steady, Zhang Xiaoqiang's right arm swung from its leg.

Standing S2 left thigh is separated from its own body, even if its right foot claw blade is buttoned on the iron leather on the roof of the car, but its body is still inclined to the other side, looking at it is going to fall on the roof, the iron leather claw blade on its foot is also squeaking, a half-inch long cut is taken out by the barb claw blade on the S2 foot.

“Brush” flashes the remnants of the yellow fluorescence from the remaining thigh of S2, the second thigh disengages from the body of S2, turns into a half-cut S2 falls onto the bumpy roof, and the body rolls constantly as the body sways.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes rolled round, chewed his teeth and looked at S2 rolling under his feet. The mouse king's blade in his hand was crystal bright, and there was no stain on the blade as if it were a sickle. As Zhang Xiaoqiang's right arm fell again, the sharp blade cut a small, narrow crack on the skin on the roof of the car, and missed it on the only remaining claw of S2. The only remaining arm of S2 was turned under the car by the body.

A bigfoot in military shoes will kick off the car with a rolling zombie stick on the roof. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not chop off its head. There is no need. This S2 without limbs can only climb on the ground like a maggot forever. Zhang Xiaoqiang is also an alternative kind of massacre.

Dragging the dead machine gunner into the machine gun nest, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out a well-loaded bullet chain from the ammunition box and pressed it into the machine box, pulled the bolt, and the long-barred heavy machine gun sounded again.

The flame of the hot guns lit Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. I can't tell whether it was the reflection of the flame of the heavy machine gun or the anger in his eyes. There is a hidden guilt in his heart. If he doesn't rush into the corpse with these players to save lives, the machine gunner will not die. But the machine gunner has died. It's useless to say so much. Zhang Xiaoqiang exhaled all his anger into the corpse in front of him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was lucky when shooting with a assault rifle, but when he operated a heavy machine gun, he was like a divine assistant. He was twice as powerful as normal. He could not feel the vibration when the heavy machine gun was fired. His sharp eyes compared to those of a telescope allowed him to correct his ballistics at the first time. Instead of shooting with a machine gun, he held the trigger in both hands and sent out a single shot of bullets.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was shooting a heavy machine gun as a rifle. Although it was dotted, it was not slow to fire. A low, low sound of gunfire was connected to the line, giving a sense of continuous shooting.

A flashing heavy bullet smashed the ugly skull of a zombie, and as a zombie's head split open like a blown watermelon, it gave fragments of skull tissue, flying yellow brains, black blood clamping some broken pointy teeth into the surrounding area like rain.

A bullet chain ran out of 250 rounds, the roadside was filled with lost bodies, the Land Cruiser joined the old liberation car, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up and waved his fingers at the exit where he came from, the old liberation driver lit the lower head and stepped on the throttle, the old liberation whistled to flash from the side of the Land Cruiser, followed by a large 180 degree turn of the Land Cruiser, crashed three or four dead bodies and followed the old liberation.

The old liberated S-type zombie herd now follows the back of the Land Cruiser, Zhang Xiaoqiang re-presses the bullet, turns the muzzle behind him, and a particulate heavy bullet is shot into the herd and will run to the front of the type zombie head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had cleaned up their roads in the future, the corpses in front were cleared by heavy machine guns without forming a scale, and the old liberated wooden compartment in front of them had begun to squat honestly, two young men in their twenties held the wooden guardrailings to point Zhang Xiaoqiang fingers at the shooting.

“Touch..." The old liberation overwhelmed the body of the dead body, while the wheel was empty, "ah..." two screams, those two brave young men were taken out of the car, and as the two rolled on the ground, the crowd in the compartment began to scream and stop.

The old liberation seemed to slow down, “touching..." a 53-shaped 7.62-mm bullet smashed the rear mirror on the left side of the old liberation, and the old liberation speed suddenly lifted up again, leaving the crowd in the trunk to yell and stop.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the two young men who were about to be submerged by the corpse, pulled the trigger with both hands, and the two heavy bullets burst into their eyebrows to blow their heads off.

For Zhang Xiaoqiang, it was just a little tune. He started shooting at the S-type necropolis behind him again. Before his car entered the street building, he opened the magazine and threw the remaining dozen bullet chains aside, replacing them with a bullet-filled chain and pulling the safety guard.

Changes in the corpse mass today led Zhang Xiaoqiang to suspect that the zombies were no longer scattered sand, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had to take extra precautions.

In the distance is a small four-story restaurant, the sign above is Mama Yang restaurant, the building is not built for long, the outer wall tiles can still reflect under the light, a head that is much bigger than the monkey's head appears in the corner of the roof, its head does not reveal much, and it is not necessarily clear what it is to change someone under the small building, but it can clearly see the dark skin wrinkles on the head with no hair.

Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cared about the zombies behind him. He looked carefully at the roofs in front of him. He did not know exactly how many zombies were ambushed on the roof. The evolution ratio of type 2 zombies was 1500: 1. He did not know whether this value was correct. There were 100,000 zombies in this county. Even if type D and type S were half, the S2 zombies were counted as dozens larger.

A shadow fell from the sky onto the old post-liberation compartment in front of them, men and women squatting in the compartment, holding the railings tight and enduring a heavy turbulence, no one noticed an S2 appearing above their heads, which would take their lives like a reaper waving a sickle.

S2 shrunk his body into a group and smashed it into the old liberation. Zhang Xiaoqiang's heavy machine gun's hot muzzle continued to aim at S2, and saw S2 about to land in the car, his hands tightened and the sound of the "Tower Tower” 54 heavy machine gun firing constantly rang in his ear.

A flashing bounce of light pierced a hole in the S2 black body, the S2 cup set, he could no longer shrink his body, the impact of the heavy machine gun bullet on it carried it backwards constantly, the sound of the heavy machine gun in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand didn't stop for a moment, S2 continued to fly backwards with a piece of black bullet from his body.

The old liberation was placed underneath and the S2 flew over the old liberation, a rare scene that was seen in the eyes of the driver driving the Land Cruiser.