Apocalypse Cockroach

The black spear tip died on the throat knot of Yellow Springs, the skin on the throat fell deep with the spear tip, the carbon powder on the top layer of the hairy tip carbide due to the flame burning printed a black carbon mark on his neck, Yellow Springs dizziness is not why the Taoist spear stopped, that just really wanted his life.

Yellow Springs lying on the ground, like a statue, stared at a burning wooden spear under his eyelids, and at the collar next to his throat, two collars embedded in a collar with a pentagram attached to the ear flashed a golden halo in the sun, and on his shoulder, two stars on each shoulder, silently told the attacker of his identity, an active PLA officer.

Huang Quan naturally did not know his military identity saved his life. Zhang Xiaoqiang also regretted when he regretted whether he was a prisoner or not.

He squatted on the ground constantly checking the equipment on himself, Desert Eagle, Ignore, Type 95 rifle bayonet, Ignore, Mouse King Blade, Ignore directly, and eventually Zhang Xiaoqiang was not exposed to anything related to paper.

How can I wipe my ass without paper? This is a very tangled problem, just when Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his right child anxiously, several stones that looked smooth in front of him attracted his attention.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, with a shriveled look, walked back and forth from the giant boulder. Before he came here, he was a live dragon tiger. Now walking over to the military car, he was frustrated with his head. One was because his stomach was damaged and the other was always unnatural. It was always weird in his heart. There was always a strange feeling that his butt was not wiped clean.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was struggling with the problem of wiping his unclean ass. Naturally, he didn't want to see if the person sitting in the cab was Yellow Springs. Likewise, there were some large dead leaves on the side of the road that obviously weren't grown by small shrubs that didn't attract his attention.

“I knew it. I knew it would be like this. I knew eating like this would kill people. Yankee, wait. I can't spare you..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang whispered nagging and whispered to himself. As he thought about the military car walking away, he pulled the door open with the button in his hand. The silk on the door did not move. He looked up at the yellow spring in the car and saw a man dressed in the army and painted black with ash. He made a ghost face at him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ‘Brushed’ pulled out his pistol and just raised it. A sharp wooden spear in the grass behind him stabbed him with his right hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang twisted his right foot on the wooden spear as he turned sideways. Between the electric snakes, the stiff wooden spear was kicked.

His right foot in the middle of the sky had not yet been retracted, his side suddenly jumped three shadows. Instead of holding a spear, the shadow threw his arms straight at him. Obviously, these people wanted to catch him alive. He said that it was too late. At the moment when Zhang Xiaoqiang retracted his right foot, three people had already jumped in front of him, one person jumped up and jumped in the air, and two people accelerated one left and one right towards him again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's lower body let the guy jump, then held his hands against the ground, rubbing his right foot against the ground to draw a big arc, a sweeping leg swept the two people around him to the ground, “touching..." a flying dust, the blasting guy fell on the ground.

“Yah... ha..." a sharp crisp sound sounded in the bush, and instantly, a dozen harsh, solid people disguised as plants rushed out of the bush with sharpening wooden spears...

Zhang Xiaoqiang held his pistol against a dozen of these people who couldn't see clearly covered by plants and smoke and black. At his feet were three guys who wanted to capture him alive, and Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't stand up. Not far from Zhang Xiaoqiang, a man dressed in the same way looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a long, half-cut spear.

“Drop your weapon...” Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed a handgun at more than a dozen people, with an ultimatum in their mouth, and the psyche is still dark nervous about the life and death of Huang Quan. That's the talent who can operate high-tech weapons. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind, such talent can top ten ordinary team members. If they really kill Huang Quan, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't mind having these people buried in Huang Quan.

“Drop the crap in your hands, you hear me?” Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that these people were still holding these little wooden sticks against themselves, stepping on the back of a person at his feet, and as his right foot stretched, the people at his feet couldn't help but hum.

“Stop or I'll kill him.” A crisp female voice came, and then the same person who made himself up into a dead tree dragged his hands behind a crowd of yellow springs tied back.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at them and measured them. He was dressed in a white shirt on Yellow Springs. There were two furry thighs running bare underneath him. He was stuck in a hemp rope and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang intercepting himself into his lower half. He couldn't help but smile.

The person next to him pointed a Type 92 pistol at his head. The pistol was obviously Huang Quan's carry-on weapon. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that Huang Quan was fine, so he didn't listen to him, and went back and settled his accounts with him.

“I don't care who you are, now that you are captured by me, lay down your weapons and wait for the arrangement. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked arrogantly at a dozen people in front of him and said, "Take your feet off the person who was trampled on. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the identities of these people. They are all women, no man. Before, because they were worried about the life and death of Huang Quan, they did not pay too much attention. Now Huang Quan is safe and can be measured.

“Haha... joke, you don't see I have your partner..."

“Shoot me, I'll give you the guts. Do you know what it's like to kill an active soldier?” Zhang Xiaoqiang is not in any hurry. These women must be natives of this part of the country. They have not seen much market and fear the country more than Zhang Xiaoqiang's anxiety.

The woman holding the Type 92 pistol was caught by Zhang Xiaoqiang's statement. She moved the muzzle away from Huang Quan's head and pointed it at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Drop your gun, or I'll shoot..."

Seeing that the woman pointed the pistol at herself, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help laughing. At the moment when the woman turned the gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang clearly saw that the Type 92 pistol didn't even open the insurance, can this thing kill people?

The woman holding the pistol was corrupted by Zhang Xiaoqiang's move. Instead of being nervous, Zhang Xiaoqiang across the street saw her turn the gun. Instead, she retrieved the big scary big pistol and pulled a rolling thing out of her satchel at her waist.

“Haha, you know what this is? See, you can't see, it's a grenade, it's the kind of thing in the movie that blows up a lot of things as soon as you throw it out, haha, you said if I throw it out, I'd blow up a few..." Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the offensive grenade in his hand to scare these women.

“You... you're lying. The grenades in the movie are all with handles. It's not what you're holding. You're trying to scare us..."