Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Huai 'an looked at the small building spraying a fire tongue in the distance, frowned and thought of a way. Today's loss was huge, and the big one made him completely unbearable. Zhang Huai 'an was completely let go. Anyway, it was already so broken, and no more bad could go anywhere. Since that is the case, he and the bandits inside him died today.

“Bombing..." A large truck carrying a quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun slowly reversed to his side and four long barrels slowly pointed to the roof of the building.

“Are you sure about this? What if Brother Cockroach comes back to blame?” Zhang Huai 'an saw the long barrel and the occupational disease began to seize again, and he looked anxiously at the serial colonel who had killed him.

“What else do you want to do? Now that we've reached this point, the people in there obviously want to wait for us to make terms with the hostages, and by then a little bit of bloom will appear on our side, and they will be exacerbated, and only if they know that we are ready to break the fish net will we be able to force them out, and when we get outside, we will beat them all up. ”

When the colonel had just finished, Zhang Huai 'an continued: “But what floor do we know about the hostages? If we hit the level where the hostages were held, we wouldn't be murderers. I don't think...”

“Not so many possibilities, even if it did hit them? That can only be blamed for their bad luck. If we do that, we'll kill the people in there, and we'll take revenge on them..."

Zhang Huai 'an was pissed off by the cold-blooded words of the Colonel. He pointed his trembling finger at the Colonel's temporarily angry heart and shouted: “You... you... you... son of a... you dare to say that you are a soldier... ”

The Colonel ignored Zhang Huai 'an's fingers. He squinted his eyes and gauged the window where he was spraying his tongue out. He said carelessly: "This is the difference between our soldiers and your police. It seems to us that as long as we can achieve our combat goals, a few civilian casualties are acceptable, which can only be blamed on you at the outset. If I were to let people trample them directly, there wouldn't be so much now. ”

After that, the colonel did not take another look at Zhang Huai 'an, trembling and shouting. “Prepare... target... third floor...”

Before he ordered the shooting, a naked, smoky squad came running over and shouted, "Don't... don't shoot... head... head... head inside...”

The colonel ran over and grabbed the player's jacket and shouted, “The boss? ”

“Brother Cockroach, they're back..."

Before the team finished, Zhang Huai 'an ran over and shouted: “He... how many people did he bring in? ”

Now the player was a little speechless, and he stretched his pink index finger a little bit.

“One platoon or one class, you explain to me..." This is the Colonel's inquiry, he is going to make a new tactical arrangement for Zhang Xiaoqiang, who should be inside.

“I. One person...” The team members' words were interrupted by Zhang Huai 'an.

“What, he just rushes in with one person? Who is he carrying? ”

“Yes... it was the cockroach who rushed in alone, as if to save a man, and was forced into the small building by the fire upstairs..."

Until the teammates finish talking about Zhang Xiaoqiang, both Lieutenant Colonel and Zhang Huai 'an were foolish. Now the people inside can get a terrible hostage. Even if the Colonel ordered the shooting, the combatants would ignore him, because their leader Zhang Xiaoqiang was inside, that Zhang Xiaoqiang who was deified in their hearts.

“What should I do?” the colonel began to ask Zhang Huai 'an for his opinion. Zhang Huai 'an looked down at the small building and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know. ”

“Kawi..." softly, the person in his arms stopped all activities, including his breathing and heartbeat, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw his warped head out of his twisted neck, his hands groping on the ground, a slightly hot rifle in a barrel was touched by him, two clips were removed from the man, and Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up and opened the door to flash out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, standing in the corridor, smelled the intense smell of nitrogen smoke in the air and a kind of blood mixed with nitrogen smoke, when he found himself injured a lot, the wound on his forehead continued to fall into his eyes, glued one of his eyes, looked at everything was bloody, the light in the corridor was dark, could barely see the road, it was the flaming light outside penetrated into the small building to make him barely see, or else he could not see anything.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked forward along the corridor. There were gunshots all over the small building. The noisy gunshots made the small building noisy. From time to time, he could hear what someone was yelling at. A wooden door was pushed open by him, and two people were standing behind the window and shooting outside. Huge gunshots covered Zhang Xiaoqiang's footsteps into the room.

The sparkling gun flame lit up in the room, a small bed flashed along the corner of the house, a woman tied to the small bed, the woman lay on the bed without inches, her hands and feet tied to the four feet of the small bed with rope, she looked up at the roof, ignoring the dense wounds on her body and the deafening barrel around her.

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Zhang Xiaoqiang unloaded half the magazine of the punch hole, the old magazine dropped and bounced off the ground, the new magazine filled with bullets stuck into the gun body, he touched several magazines on the two bodies and turned around and left the door, ignoring the woman lying in bed, now there is no mind to worry about these poor women, everything can only wait until the end of the battle.

A door was gently pushed open by Zhang Xiaoqiang, then a dense barrel of guns rang in the room, waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to go out, the noisy room silenced, blood formed by blood slowly poured along the half-open door into the hallway.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know how many people he had killed, 15 or 20. Those men were defenseless behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang easily took off a man's life like he was walking in his own vegetable garden.

While he was basically emptying the ground floor, there was trouble at the stairwell on the ground floor, where several kerosene lamps lit up the space, a lot of ammunition boxes piled up on the ground, a dozen men with rifles standing beside the box loaded into an empty magazine, one person would carry these magazines into his arms and go upstairs, and soon another person would fall on the ground with more than a dozen empty magazines in a thick plastic bag and wait for them to be repacked.