Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang was very depressed lying behind the short wall. There was actually a sniper in the small building, a professional sniper, not some strange sniper like Shangguan Qiaoyun. He sealed all the routes of Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang broke out several times and was beaten back. There was no way. As soon as he came out of the short wall, his mind warned him that he was dangerous and he had to shrink back behind the short wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has always been scared of death, he can wear a bulletproof vest without taking it off, but now that the damn sniper can't fight, he has to shoot at his head. Even more depressing, he has not worn a helmet. Since his helmet has been shaved by machine guns on the gate of the missile base, the helmet will not have to be worn anymore, and now it is payback.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was lying on the ground in a hurry to think of a way, and the woman around her cried: “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

As the woman cried a personal name came out of her mouth, these people heard Zhang Xiaoqiang disturbed, and he drank aloud; “Shut up... if I cry, I will strip you..."

The woman turned her back and stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a furry look. Her cheeks were swollen up on both sides, and she spoke with a little whispering. “You stinking men talk about a set, it turns out to be nothing, except it will spill on the woman. Anyway, I'm the only one in our village. I don't mean to live. If you want to grass, give me a shot..."

“Shut up. Your chicks aren't dead. Didn't you hear? Hostages. What do you mean, hostages? Live is called hostage, dead is called human corpse...” Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned, and a conversation sprayed like a machine gun.

“Really... don't you lie to me? They're not dead? How do you know that? You must be lying to me..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the woman and asked: “You haven't been to high school? You've never seen a foreign movie before? Haven't you seen a Hong Kong movie? Have you seen the cop movie? What movie are you watching? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang asked, the woman shook her head once. At the end of the day, the woman did not faint, Zhang Xiaoqiang fainted.

“We girls don't go to school, we watch Tunnel Wars, Landmine Wars, Party Daughters, * * *, and..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard his head so loud, he stopped shouting and asked carefully: “Have you seen the colored movie? ”

“Do movies have colors?” Now the woman asked curiously.

“Touch...” Zhang Xiaoqiang laid back on the ground, scolding those who were officials in his heart, “What new countryside, what quality education, it's all bullshit, 80 years of reform and opening up, how many generations have passed now? How come no one in China has even seen a color movie? No wonder I pulled a grenade and they told me I was lying. Did I watch too many war movies? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the woman and said: “Now I'm going to save your sister, you have to listen to me, okay? ”

The woman wanted to go with Zhang Xiaoqiang as soon as she heard, but she fell really hard, her right leg could no longer move, and eventually she could only nod her head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and pulled out the Desert Eagle and said to her: “Later, you shoot at the small building. Remember, don't stick your head out, don't stick your hand out, just stick your gun out..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang told her how to operate and explained the steps of shooting. After the woman opened the insurance, Zhang Xiaoqiang said: “How is your wrist strength? ”

“Fine, I can walk 30 miles a breath with dozens of pounds of pork grass baskets. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was speechless, he had not dug pig grass, did not know what concept it was.

“Touch..." a flashing tongue flashed, the woman holding the gun with both hands was shocked high, her arms lifted, and she did it with one ass. She looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "All the pistols in the movie can be held together with one hand. So how strong do they have to be? ”

“Does the wrist hurt? Can you shoot me?” Zhang Xiaoqiang asked his most important questions.

“Yes, I just got scared. My hands don't hurt, it's mahjong..."

“Touch... Touch... Touch...” Desert Eagle fired continuously, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed out of the short wall like a flying toward the small building, Zhang Xiaoqiang dared not turn around to run outside, to make the back facing the sniper with the front. Shortly after, Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised to find that the fire on this side had dropped a lot, the previous bullet was pouring rain, now it is hairy rain.

The sniper temporarily let Desert Eagle's pistol attract the huge flame of the gun, until Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to the place where the woman had fallen before to react. A scorching warhead spun in the air towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyebrow, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped up and rolled into the air and fell to the ground. At the moment of half-span rotation, the bullet shot him in the shoulder, a large mouth was torn on the uniform, and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fell and wanted to bounce like a spring to continue the attack. He hit the woman's helmet with his right hand on his head and ran seven or eight steps. A bullet scratched the helmet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to head forward, but his steps seemed a little twisted, as if walking a cat, the bullet rubbed against his head like a hammer, he felt the deafening taxi height in his helmet, and his body couldn't help but tread forward on that strange drum point, just as the third bullet was about to attack, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped up and rolled forward onto the ground in front of him, rolling forward like a leather ball, and so on, he rolled straight to the corner of the small building.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a man with a gun standing on the roof aiming at him. Zhang Xiaoqiang hurried. He grabbed an aluminum alloy burglar net on the window of the small building and pulled it off. At the same time as the burglar net was pulled off, a black-hole gun sprayed a burning bullet from inside the window. As the flame lit, a bullet hit Zhang Xiaoqiang straight in the chest, and the huge impact knocked him out.

Just as Zhang Xiaoqiang's body fell in the air, a burning bullet rubbed his throat knot skin onto the ground beside him. He did not fall to the ground. At the moment of landing, his right foot first landed on the ground, and his body rushed forward. At the window, he jumped up and jumped behind the window.

In his arms, he hit a person's shadow. He could not see his exact pattern clearly. He could only see the surprise in his eyes through the distant fire outside the window. Zhang Xiaoqiang fell on the ground with this person in his arms while the person was still flashing.

“Whatever... I can't believe I'm not going in there.” Yankee had a loud temper, and several of her attacks were blocked by fire upstairs, although she was wearing biological armor, but the impact of the bullet also hurt.