Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped heavily and retreated a few steps to look at the guy who had been knocked out of his head. The guy was similarly gasping heavily, his eyebrows broken, and the blood drowned his eyes along his forehead. Through the red eyepiece, he knew that only three people had survived him. He looked up and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold eyes, naked in those eyes with an absolute killing intent.

Fears more fierce than the tide hit his mind, fears in the overlap, after the overlap mixed into madness, a bright dagger was held in his hands by him, he lay down on the ground in a fierce breath, waiting for something.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked towards him, heavy footsteps on the floor shell shell creaking, this creaking sound like a death smile born in his heart singing, close, closer, just moments after Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet stopped in his eyes, he sounded like a beast roaring, waved the dagger to Zhang Xiaoqiang's small belly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his left foot severely and stamped him on the right hand holding the dagger. The man's right hand and the dagger held in his hand hit the floor severely, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at the man's powerless struggle under his feet, his right foot slowly hardened, the sole of his shoe pressed hard against the back of his hand holding the knife. In that man's scream, the crisp sound of a fractured phalanx sounded like a lit small firecracker at the bottom of his feet.

When the soles of his feet moved away, the man's right hand was blurred, like a twinkle that blew up in the oil pan, the man held the crippled right hand in horror, seemed not to believe that his right hand had become this ghost, he was not terrified for long, a military shoe with a steel plate kicked hard on his temple, the man was like an electrically shocked fish, fell on the ground helpless convulsed, slowly silent.

“Huh...” Zhang Xiaoqiang fell softly on the floor full of shell casings, copied a rifle with his hand, took a cartridge full of bullets from the body around him and put the gun on the body, pulled the chain and pointed it at the guys he had cut off his thigh and struggled with the blood on the floor.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rested for a few minutes, treated his wound with hemostatic powder and stood up against the scarred wall. The fire outside allowed a suffocating high temperature to diffuse in the air in this small building. The blood splashed on his body was evaporated in a hot stream of heat to form a black and dark blood scab. The blood scab formed a thick shell on the surface of his body. As his body moved, the blood scab on his clothes rubbed against each other to make a sound of 'sand’.

The dry blood scab made Zhang Xiaoqiang uncomfortable. There was always a feeling of being bound. Although the blood was exhausted, the bloody smell grew more intense. The intense bloody smell made Zhang Xiaoqiang's stomach flinch a little. He dragged his injured thigh onto the floor mixed with blood water and shells, measuring the bodies on those faces or surprised or confused.

Apart from Zhang Xiaoqiang killed him with a gun, other animals died too fast, quickly so that they didn't even find themselves dead. These people didn't die sideways, but Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that these people died too cheaply, eaters, even if they died tragically, he didn't feel enough.

The rat king's blade embedded in the wall was retracted, the military knife stuck between the throats of the dead was retracted, the color-spotted rifle stained with black blood was picked up, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the staircase leading to the roof with a tired weapon and smiled bitterly.

After being forced into the small building by snipers, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt like he was playing a clearance game. Now he has reached the last level, but he is already wounded and tired. He does not have any vials to restore energy and pain.

To think that he had so far only seen some distraught woman, none of the children had seen him, he had straightened himself up and walked towards the roof, something had to be done, and pain and tiredness was not a reason, because he was a man, that was all.

There was no expected shower at the entrance of the balcony, and only after he reached the balcony did he find that there were only two men on it, apart from a child who was crying and afraid, the sniper who was also dragging a leg, a middle-aged man with a pistol, Mediterranean haircut, and behind the man, a long and glorious woman, who from time to time looked at the fighter figure, slightly trembling, appearing far away in the fire.

Middle-aged men do not look very well. In the late life, the vast majority of people have disappeared. His belly rises violently. From time to time, a fright and shadow flashed in the eyes of the two green beans. Green beans now have a huge wine nose. These strange organs plus two fan ears. This man is really long. How cold and trembling.

When the man saw a layer of blood scab and walked up with a rifle, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was gloomy and uncertain. When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang measuring him, he squeezed an ugly smile out of his face, clearing his voice and preparing to open his mouth.

“Dada da da da......” Zhang Xiaoqiang's rifle flame lit up on the roof, standing on the sniper next to the middle-aged man more than a dozen bloody flowers, no one would expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to shoot at this time, these dozen children in front of them shooting, the sniper also did not expect, he looked at himself with surprise and fell on the ground without a sound.

Sniper's body twitched constantly on the cement floor, blood rapidly gushed into a small river of blood slowly stretched along the feet of those children to Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, the children were crying, the middle-aged man's woman was afraid, holding round things in her hand almost still on the ground by her.

The middle-aged man did not go to see the dead sniper. He looked at only one person, Zhang Xiaoqiang, from beginning to end.

Mediterranean hairstyle lewd middle-aged man is white bull, HB province counts the big owners of the famous real estate company, decades of wind and rain he used to meet various characters, he slowly from a small clerk to the present tens of billions, famous side of the big characters, the risks experienced is countless, but this time, he was a little scared, all the dangers were not as good as facing Zhang Xiaoqiang's.

From the moment Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on the platform, the color of the man with the blood scab on his face remained unchanged. Although he had a gun in his hand, a hostage in front of him, and a companion beside him, he did not feel any sense of security, as if he was standing in front of a beast, not a living person like him.

The white lord is a very capable man, insidiously cunning? In his eyes are jokes, what a person really wants to do, insidious cunning and harsh is just a trail, there is only one real road, humane.

His ability is to look at people, and at first glance, he can guess the person's approximate character, and he has the initial impression that he knows how to get in touch with others and make a good impression, and then he slowly discovers the habits and hobbies of that person, and then he throws them to the good, and that's it, he, the white ho, a dirty face, a guy who's not great in the eyes of others, leaning on his pointy mouth, slipping his tongue step by step, broadening his connections, relying on all kinds of intricate relationships, first people step by step, and finally home over 10 billion.