Apocalypse Cockroach

There is more than one blood line, and there seems to be more than one person who escaped. One of them must be Zhang Xiaoqiang's near-death sniper. Zhang Xiaoqiang hates this sniper. From the conversation between Baoqiang and the sniper, Zhang Xiaoqiang knows that the other party is not generalized. Naturally, he also starts to be careful.

Third floor, the last floor of this small building, unconsciously Zhang Xiaoqiang swept away two-thirds of the enemies of this small building. Speaking of which, even Zhang Xiaoqiang himself felt a little unnatural. He didn't expect to rush in and kill the Quartet like those lonely heroes of dog blood in the TV show, which was not in line with his character.

He had been forced to beat up with his men, which made him feel somewhat illusory, not very true.

At first, Zhang Xiaoqiang only wanted to rescue the woman who had lost her mind. Of course, it was the biggest prerequisite that he couldn't get in with a bio-armored knife. But he had not experienced a real shower of guns and forest bullets. Countless bullets hit him before he knew what a fire line was. He had to drag the woman back to run, but eventually he was stopped by a sniper and couldn't move in and out.

Under the threat of the sniper, Zhang Xiaoqiang was forced to become a lonely hero step by step. When Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in front of the last fortress, he found himself actually doing this step, which made him wonder. Are these people too weak or too strong?

Zhang Xiaoqiang finally understood, nothing, everything in front of him was just because of his luck, he hid at the stairwell on the third floor, the bullet around him from time to time drilled a big eye by the door frame, and he could hear a lot of people shouting in the dense gunfire on the third floor.

The moment he appeared on the third floor, more than two dozen rifles pointed at him simultaneously, and the next second, the dense bullet struck this somewhat floating lonely hero as a shrinking turtle.

Shut your head and shrink your head. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care, but now that he's blocked, what should we do? Go back to the ground floor and wait for backup? So you didn't do all that for nothing?

Zhang Xiaoqiang hid in the corner of the wall to get an idea. In the buzzing sound of the bullet, he habitually touched his hand into the satchel. He didn't touch the grenade he was expecting. His heart was in a hurry and he pulled it more carefully. In the end, he could only touch a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He remembered that every time he went out, he was always used to putting three grenades on. Today he scared the woman to use one, on the second floor he used two, it was gone.

Now he's even more depressed, and all of a sudden, the gunfire on the third floor stops, "No bullets?” Zhang Xiaoqiang was delighted when he spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and flashed to the third floor with his rifle, pulling the trigger inside.

On the third floor, the same corridor as on the second floor, the same door, the doorway was built into a small bunker by the animals with furniture and mattresses, or two or three groups hiding in bunkers like big enemies guarding the doorway until the moment a little bloody figure appeared, dozens of guns gushed simultaneously.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who thought he had just made a short shot, hit him in the chest with dozens of bullets. He was airborne by dozens of bullets and took off and fell to the second floor. “Kawi..." The staircase armrest made of hollow stainless steel was broken by the pressure on his body. The rifle in his hand stood at the edge of the stairs and bounced back and forth into the empty stops between the stairs. Zhang Xiaoqiang also rolled down the stairs to the edge of the rifle.

“Cough cough..." Zhang Xiaoqiang, lying on the second floor in the blood park, coughed hard. This time, he actually ate a bitter bite, which is still his luck. Those people are afraid of not getting it right, aimed at his biggest chest, if he aimed at his head, he would explain today.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's first move to lie on the ground was to grab the rifle beside him and pull the trigger of the rifle in the direction of the third floor all the way to the bottom. After a magazine was struck, he struggled to climb out of the bloodbath.

“Pfft..." Zhang Xiaoqiang threw up the blood residue in his mouth, took a hard look at the third floor, replaced the rifle with a magazine, grabbed a body and climbed up, he was shot out of the fire head. Except on Xie Yuanshan, he has not eaten so much on other humans, even under the machine gun of the missile base, today he is carrying it with the animals upstairs.

On the third floor of the security guard, a man suddenly rolled in from the side of the stairwell, while the animals hiding in the bunker lamented that the guy who could not be killed was a cockroach, while drinking loudly and shooting at the shadow of the man on the ground, in the dense gunfire, the man on the ground was constantly convulsed by the bullet, and a magazine was beaten in the flesh of the man.

The man on the ground can no longer see the human figure, hundreds of bullets have been shot at him, he has been turned into a pile of mud, the animals are not in a hurry to change the magazine, they look at each other, their heads stretched out to look behind them, behind them, a skinny, pale man's eyes, this doesn't blink at the mud pile, frowning seems to be thinking about something.

A man in his thirties, holding an 85-type sniper rifle with his hands, was slightly blood-stained red at several cracks in an already faded camouflage suit, while his most seriously injured was his thigh, a blood-stained red gauze wrapped tightly around his thigh, and the gauze's thigh was still slightly convulsed.

“Be on guard, he may also...” Man's words are not finished, a man rolled in from the hallway, "Touch..." 85 Sniper rifle sounded, as long as there were bullets in the gun and the animals were shooting at the new man's shadow, at which point a dense burst of bullets fired across the hallway swept the animals in the front row replacing the magazine.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's rifle said a magazine shot empty and then flashed outside the hallway. At the same time, a new figure rolled in from that side. Nobody cared about this rolling in figure. While replacing the magazine, they thought about the view at the hallway.

Rolling in like a human shadow did unexpectedly move, he rolled on the ground a few times and bounced, then jumped into a small bunker. In the surprised expression of the three men in the bunker, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped out like a flea, rushed to the side of the wall and slipped onto the wall into another bunker.

Meanwhile, the three men felt the breathing air not entering their lungs, but began to itch on their throats, and when they touched their throats with their hands, they were appalled to find that their fingers were reaching into their own pipes, and the three men were paralyzed on the ground with their throats, looking at the dark ceiling, and their mouths kept yelling, "Howling...” They were desperate to breathe air, but the air just couldn't get into their lungs...

The first bunker was killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang with a rifle, and several of the guys in the second bunker are now lying on the ground enjoying the most horrible death ordeal. The third bunker did not suffer any injuries. Zhang Xiaoqiang slipped his feet on the wall next to them as he jumped on top of their head and went straight to the fourth bunker. But before they could react, they were covered by the bullet rain coming from behind them. All the bullets originally fired at Zhang Xiaoqiang were fired at the fish at the gate.