Apocalypse Cockroach

Seeing the pile of ammunition in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang can hardly help but to curse. Isn't that the bullet he brought out? Zhang Xiaoqiang took enough ammunition as soon as he left the house. Now that the zombies are gathered, he is ready to fight a zombie fight on a scale of tens of thousands to tens of thousands. Naturally, there is a lot of ammunition. After someone else caught his ammunition, he fired it on himself. How about Zhang Xiaoqiang?

Those men were constantly pushed by empty magazines to their busy hands and feet, but no one looked up and guarded them. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity, turned back to the place where the previous killings had taken place and picked up some empty magazines, then slowly walked to whom, like nobody else, with empty magazines.

Several people looked up, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was not very clear with blood on it, plus an empty magazine with a sack in his hand attracted these people's gaze, and they didn't see anything wrong with Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Wow..." dozens of empty magazines landed on the ground to spread a piece of the boss, saw so many empty magazines, a few people scolded and squatted down to pick them up, just as they were squatting, under the light, a fluorescent rat king blade flashed in the middle of the sky, four heads flew up, four blood fountains sprayed from their broken necks to the surrounding area.

Other people who buried bullets suddenly found themselves wet with hot liquid on their faces and heads, and the clips and bullets in their hands turned red from the previous black and yellow systems. Then they found themselves painted black with butter dust in their hands, and when they looked up blindly, the corners of their eyes flashed a bright yellow crystal, and then they fell into perpetual darkness.

More than a dozen human heads kept rolling in the blood, more than a dozen headless bodies without heads or sitting or pounding, fountain-like blood sprayed from the blood vessels at the neck cut, Zhang Xiaoqiang with a mouse king blade with a rifle on his back stood over a dozen corpses indifferently looking at these bodies and rolling heads, his entire body from head to foot was painted with wet and hot blood water, except for the mouse king blade, whose hands were never stained, even the rifle on his back was painted red.

More than a dozen blood fountains were sprayed at the same time, there was no dead end, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not escape naturally, besides, he could not hide if he wanted to kill. When his whole body was covered in blood, even the air sucked into his lungs contained a smaller amount of blood mist, there was not even a slight feeling of disgust in his heart. Knowing that the smell of blood here, no matter who smelled it, would be unbearable, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not feel any discomfort.

Seeing the corpse and head at his feet, he smelled the intense smell of blood in the air. He was surprised to find that the feeling of being painted with blood made him enjoy a kind of drifting fairy. You should know that he was just a residential man before the end of his life, a residential man whose psyche was not dark at all. Even if he practiced in the end of his life, he would not suffer at most, he would never be able to enjoy it.

“Do I have the potential for perverted homicidal maniacs? You like blood for shrimp? Did I really start being a pervert?” Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little uncomfortable. A somewhat impatient footsteps sounded on the stairs above his head. Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid to think more. He instantly accelerated his body and stepped on the back of a body that fell on the ground and jumped up to the stairs on the second floor.

A man with an empty magazine just turned out, a man full of red jumped in front of his eyes, a strong smell of blood from the wind brought by the man poured into his nose, smelled this smell of blood, even his habitual human skin peeling, the demon king who had broken the bones of the habitual man wanted to throw up, his stomach flickered, a salty smell poured out to his voice eyes to see it.

A weapon like a sickle was nailed to his throat with the back of the sickle, a huge force was uploaded from that thing, he was put on the wall behind him by that thing, something bursting back into his stomach, but his tongue couldn't help but stretch out, his eyes kept rolling up, grabbing the plastic belt with the empty magazine was loosened from the ground, and a few empty magazines slipped out of the bag and rolled away.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at this white and fat guy, from his red face, he lived well in the end, better than his rice eaters, can eat so white and fat in the end, what? Still have to ask?

The man's eyes were widened by the back of the mouse blade's knife, his tongue slowly extended out, and his hands tightly grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's knife to push away from his neck.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched him slowly turn into a purple red face, the mouse king blade on his hand slowly hard, his eyes were strangled, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly relaxed, until he seemed to catch a breath, the mouse king blade in his hand slowly hard again, a few minutes later, Zhang Xiaoqiang was tired of the game, saw slightly by his neck, saw very carefully, afraid that the saw was too deep to cut his throat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang retracted the mouse king's blade, stood on his side and watched the man kneel on the ground, gasping for coarseness. As he gasped, a fine “chirping” sound penetrated his asthma. A very fine, very fine blood arrow erupted on his hand artery. By the time the man found something wrong, his hands had been smeared with blood.

He covered his artery wounds in horror, but how could he cover them? Blood arrows were sprayed into his palms and blood dripped rapidly, completely dampening his chest clothes. He wanted to scream out loud, but the only thing he could hear in his voice was a "rolling” voice.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the cannibal who was waiting for his blood to dry out and was about to walk up the stairs from his body to the second floor.

“Someone really came in, why didn't you say," Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. "

“Master, I saw that guy get more than a dozen shots, even if the bulletproof vest can't stop him at that distance, I thought it was a dying struggle, I don't know now that the first-floor shots have stopped, he is a master, I'm afraid the brothers below are finished, why don't you take some more people down..."

“He may have made those people scattered in the house, but there's still a dozen bullets down there, even if you can't clean them up all at once, I don't believe he's any better than you. You take the three of them down there and I'll catch him alive. I want him to watch himself get eaten slowly..."

Hearing the conversation upstairs, Zhang Xiaoqiang was not in a hurry to rush up. He stuck the Mouse King blade back into the sheath and took out the two remaining hand grenades in the satchel and threw them flashing into the corridor on the second floor.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw four or five men standing in the hallway at a glance of shock, then he leaned against the back corner to unload the rifle and pull the bolt. The explosion of the two grenades blew into a loud sound. An air wave clamping the walls of ash and flesh erupted from the entrance of the hallway and landed downstairs. The hallway on the second floor smelled like smoke.