Apocalypse Cockroach

“They're from my village, and there were seven of them who died fighting men, and I'm their head, and I know what they think, and they want what I do, and why do we live? It would be nice to die, a hundred times, but we have to avenge ourselves, avenge our men, avenge our brothers, as long as you can avenge us, my body is yours, and so are they, limited to six of us, the rest of you can't move, let us die after you have us..."

“Stop... stop... stop...” Zhang Xiaoqiang was given to Ray by a woman, as if she had been said to be a small man who had fallen stone? Are you so weak?

“Now, you, tell me where they are, the rest has nothing to do with you, your, understand? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped up the tone to tell her slowly. He had understood what he meant. He was simply trying to kill those cannibals and beasts. Others he was not interested in.

“They don't have a fixed nest, they've been wandering around, we've had a few hands with them, we know where they are now, but you're taking us, we're taking revenge...”

“ON... ON... ON, you don't understand. I just need you to tell me where they are, and the rest of you don't care...”

“Why... why? I know you look down on us and tell you, we're not afraid, we've killed a lot of people..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted the woman's hysteria. He looked into the woman's eyes and said seriously: "You and your companions are now my prisoners. Do not forget your identity. According to the world, you are my property. Everything is mine. Your lives are mine too. I will not touch your bodies, but you will obey. ”

Hearing about this, the women wandered off. So many of them were cleaned up by Zhang Xiaoqiang Fei. Naturally, they couldn't harden up. The woman bit Zhang Xiaoqiang with her lips staring at her. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at them.

A convoy of several military vehicles on the highway on the plain is coming this way, ahead of them are the fierce warriors Zhang Xiaoqiang had previously sat on.

“Report to the cockroach, Lieutenant Yellow Springs to report with 30 combatants, please instruct. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to Huang Quan's exasperated report. Behind Huang Quan were the team members who walked down continuously. When they were wearing World War II uniforms and carrying rifles, the team members wearing M1 helmets stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at the women behind him.

The women were not intimidated by Zhang Xiaoqiang's murderous team members. They seemed to be more concerned about the number of team members. It was obvious that there was some disdain in seeing a total of only 30 team members.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was completely speechless, and he looked at the female leader and said: "You and I will go find the white lord, and the others will get in the car..."

“How far is it?” Zhang Xiaoqiang, sitting in the back seat, could not bear to ask the woman beside him that at this moment the sky had begun to fade and he hoped to arrive before dark.

“It's not too far away, stop the car at the front intersection and they'll see you before you go.” Hearing the woman say that, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to inspect the person's own equipment when he inspected his Desert Eagle.

“Can I have a gun? ”

“You don't even need a gun to shoot. Why?” Zhang Xiaoqiang dismissed the woman's request with disdain.

“I'm going to rob revenge, and the guy in front of me will shoot me, and I'll catch him alive, and it depends on who's holding the gun. ”

Huang Quan, who was driving, suddenly heard what the woman said about herself, a bloodbath almost drove her car into the roadside ditch.

Feeling the body shake, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the front and shouted: “Drive well, learn to be ashamed and then be brave..."

“How come you don't see many people? I thought there were hundreds of them. Where are they?” Zhang Xiaoqiang and his team were lying in a pile of weird stones with their necks stretched out at a small village in front of them, and the woman lay down with a knife that Zhang Xiaoqiang had given him.

“Yesterday we saw a lot of people, didn't they go hunting? ”

“Hunting?” Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat confused. After his death, there was still wild smell to fight?

“is to capture the cannibals, they usually hunt in groups of ten, they come back in the evening, and when they're almost eaten, they go somewhere else..."

“Mom... the animals.” Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded, raising his right hand and pointing down at the village below, the team behind him moved. Ten people slowly touched the back of the village from the left, ten people surrounded to the right, the remaining ten people lay still on the ground, and they and Zhang Xiaoqiang were on guard in the stone pile.

“You got nothing to go on? Afraid?” A woman's ridicule came from her ear. Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored her and made a gesture behind her. Two anti-heavy machine gun players went to a small high point on Xiaoqiang's left hand to erect a machine gun.

There are not many people moving in the village, that is, more than 20 people walking outside. These people keep walking outside, only a few people carry rifles, others are empty-handed, many people still sit together and play poker, and when they see the sky, they get dark, Zhang Xiaoqiang is too lazy to wait.

As time went on, the otherwise quiet village was stirred up by gunfire and flames, and countless fluorescent bullets were fired from behind the village towards the crowd gathered at the table of cards. Those people were beaten by a sudden raid. A man looked at the direction of the bullet in surprise with a card, and a bullet hit the cards in his hand through his chest.

He lay coughing constantly on the ground, a layer of blood sprayed out as he coughed, he looked up to the sky agnostically, and countless tiny pieces of blood in his sight fell over his head.

A man howled and turned the wooden table in front of him, wanting to hide his short lower body, the edge slightly worn cards dancing in the middle of the sky, a particle bullet blew the paper cards in the air into pieces and then hit the wooden table, the messy wooden fibers flew away from the table full of holes · eyes, blood, fresh red blood into a small flow of blood from the edge of the wooden table.

The men with guns were panicking and removing the rifle from their backs, a body rang from behind them, a bloody flower burst out on them, they cramped and fell to the ground, the atheist eyes staring blindly at the ground beneath their faces, and they didn't understand why the bullet flew from behind them until they died.

Without discipline, without organization, without even resistance, Zhang Xiaoqiang's team members are carrying out a relaxed massacre. Those running around screaming were the first to shoot each other in the back. Those who buried their heads on the ground without asking around them were tied to the side by the team members.