Apocalypse Cockroach

Easily, the teammates easily solved the people outside the house and began to rush into the buildings to search. As the teammates searched, one of the closest doors was pushed open, and four naked men flew out the door to the field, and the teammates who stayed outside watching quickly pointed their guns behind them.

As the sky grew darker and four men fled in this dark twilight, they dared not look back or even see if their companions were keeping up, the shooting bullets bursting like meteors flashing sharply through the wilderness in front of them.

The men gasped briefly with their big mouths open, the two thighs running like motors, the flying bullets around them made their hearts crack, a man running at the end suddenly got caught in the foot by a pit on the ground, his body suddenly fell on the ground rolling over, he held his right foot rolling as he screamed miserably, not knowing whether it was the pain in his foot or the sound of the rifle shooting behind him.

When they heard the screams of their companions, the three people in front of them dared not turn back, they rushed harder, their hands squeezed into fists and quickly fell down, because too hard, their palms had been pierced by nails, a slick moisture spread in their palms, but they couldn't care less, they just buried their heads and ran.

A small meteor shined bright but not bright light in the air into the back of a man, the man was the one in the front, at the moment of being shot, his arms tilted open in front of him, his head looked at the twilight sky, a blood gushed out of his mouth, not yet waiting for the gushing blood water to land, his body fell down on his knees on the ground.

The second two people behind saw the front companion become more frightened by the bullet's central force, “This way...” A man yelled and ran all the way up the hill beside him, and the monstrous stone over there, running in the middle, though slowing down, could effectively evade the bullet, at least less likely to be hit than in the unsealed wilderness.

They ran in the rocks, and a bullet struck the rocks next to them with a sporadic spark. When they ran halfway, the barrel behind them stopped and the stray bullet flashed from time to time did not rush from behind to front.

They didn't know what was going on behind them. When they thought about escaping, they couldn't help but get excited. The previous fears turned into a new impetus, and the speed was faster rather than slower.

They are perfectly safe by turning over the hills in front of them, they do not know who attacked them, nor do they want to know that survival is the only idea for both of them.

The day he was about to escape, the earthwall between the stone piles in front of him sounded a series of gunshots, a long chain of fire crossed the man running in front of him, a cloud of blood covered his figure, two severed bodies fell in the middle of a rugged pile of stones, and the mutilated body was struck into two pieces like a torn water bag, blood appearing dark red under the dusk quickly flowed out of the mutilated body.

“Touch..." The last man who could still run fell on his knees, holding his hands against the ground, gasping wildly, he didn't look up to see how few people were ambushing him, it didn't matter, everything didn't matter, the fear of running in the wild, the gall chills running between the mountains, the excitement of escaping, then the desperation of his companion when he was beaten to death in front of him, he no longer wanted to escape, he did what he knew, his desperate breather seemed to want to finish the air he was about to breathe for the rest of his life at once.

The darker the twilight, the last hint of brightness left in the heavens and the earth revealed a man between the mountains. As the heavy machine gun stopped firing, the silence between the mountains was restored, and only the man's mad panting swept among the silent mountains.

A slight footstep sounded in front of the man. As the footsteps approached, the man knelt down and looked up to that side. Unmonumental in front of him, it was not very clear. A man not very tall walked towards him slowly on the rubble of the ground. The footsteps were not heavy. Apart from the occasional creaking of the rubble under his feet, it sounded just like a normal person walking.

That insignificant footstep sounded like a drum hammer beating constantly in his heart. As the footsteps approached, it seemed that his heart began to ache, and eventually the footsteps stopped in front of his head. He could not see clearly who was coming. The light was completely dim and could only see a rough outline. He bowed his head again and waited to be judged.

A "scrubbing” trigger sounded on his head, he stopped breathing, his body trembling violently, his heart beating fast, just at the height of his heart beating.

“Touch...”, “Ah..." After the gunshot, the man screamed wildly with only one broken arm, and his pain kept rolling on the ground seemed to be the only way to relieve the pain on his body.

“Touch..." another shot, after the flame lit, a calf flew away from the man's knees, without waiting for a new reaction from the man, two or three gunshots kept ringing in this empty mountain forest, the man was like a toy that had been mutilated, a piece of meat, a broken bone connected to jump away from him, when one of Zhang Xiaoqiang's clamps was clean, the man had no limbs.

“Ka..." a new magazine jammed into the body of the gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his pistol again, thinking that he shouldn't be wasting bullets for this scum, he plugged some slightly hot pistol back into the holster, pulled out the mouse king's blade shelf on the neck of the man who had only one breath left and said softly: "Next life, don't be a person.” With a light belt in his right hand, the man's head fell apart from his neck into his own arms.

“You're on guard in the mountains, you see people coming over and you can shoot them directly. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang arranged ten team members to stand guard and walk down the mountain with Huang Quan and the woman himself...

“Where's the white lord?” Zhang Xiaoqiang asked a man on his knees who was tied up by five flowers, beside him was a dozen companions who were also tied down on their knees.

“......... ”

“Touch..." After a gunshot, the man rolled on the ground with beastly pain and hissing, and under him, blood slowly spilled out of his broken leg.

“He's yours now. ”

When the woman heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's instructions, she walked to the man with a military knife, her hands took the knife up and fell, and one ear was picked up halfway up. This was just the beginning. The woman looked like a machine, the military knife in her hand swung up and fell, a piece of thick and uneven, meat pieces of various sizes fell from the man. The woman's methods were ancient, called Ling Lao in Chinese history, and also called a thousand knives.