Apocalypse Cockroach

“Hahaha... the brothers don't look too old, so I call myself a big brother with a thick face, didn't know the brother was going to talk like that? ”

Baoqiang only slightly lowered his suspended heart for a long time at this time. From Zhang Xiaoqiang appeared, he waited for Zhang Xiaoqiang to speak first. He wanted to know Zhang Xiaoqiang's bottom line. If Zhang Xiaoqiang had nothing to worry about more than a dozen children, he had nothing to say, death was, but Zhang Xiaoqiang really had a little concern for these children, then his chance came.

“Is that what I want to talk about? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled, his mouth laughed, his eyes flashed more and more cold, as the woman behind the essentially frozen white lord trembled, the white lord did not tremble, his forehead quickly seeped with sweat beads, the yellow bean-sized sweat beads slid down his forehead to flush the black smoke on his face out of a black black.

“Is... is my brother...”

“Nice, I am the head of this team... everything you want is mine, mine!!!” Zhang Xiaoqiang revealed his identity, and Baoqiang was somewhat alarmed to hear Zhang Xiaoqiang admit his identity.

In his view, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked into a small building with dozens of people armed with guns was not a normal person to do it. Either such a person was very confident in his own hands, or he was a fearless lunatic himself. Think carefully, even if he was confident, he had to have a limit. At least seventy or eighty riflers in the small building. Too confident is a kind of crazy in itself.

A madman is already terrible. A madman with the ability to kill nearly 100 people is even more terrible. But a madman with a high degree of monopoly in his hand is beyond the terrible range. At least he can't see Zhang Xiaoqiang's bottom line when he sees people of all colors. So he doesn't know what conditions to use to impress this deadly madman.

The white lord silently contemplated the countermeasure, but Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself: “I don't know what kind of fairy you are. You came to my land today, causing me huge losses. We need to calculate this account properly. You, think, how to die? ”

Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's uncovered intent to kill, Baoqiang was struck by a cold sweat of white hair. His pistol pointed sharply at Zhang Xiaoqiang, stuttering and said: “I... I have something in my hand, I... I can't live, no one here can live, Bao... Bao... including you...”

Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang sneer here, he scornfully glanced at the white lord and said slowly: “You can try it. Besides, the little thing in your hand doesn't work for me. I can't die eight times if you die. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was covered with a thick blood scab. The black and red blood scab wrapped his whole body. On the collar in front of his chest, a dozen bullet-beaten eyeballs were laughing at the pistol in the white hand.

The white lord drowned his pistol: “Dude... give it a living way, you know, brother is not afraid, none of these kids can escape, I know brother is a benevolent man, can brother just watch them die? ”

The white lord finally couldn't help but turn his last card out. He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang staring at the children not talking and had to weigh some more.

“Look, I'm not demanding either. As long as I live, I won't take any of my guns. Besides, even if you kill me..."

“Oh, those guns are mine, you want to trade my stuff for life, aren't they cheaper? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang deliberately bargained with the white lord. He was really a little embarrassed. Although the white lord deserved to die, he really let these children die with this animal. Zhang Xiaoqiang had to work out a way to solve this death knot.

“Dude"? Hahaha... I get it, my fault, my fault, causing so much damage to my brother, I will give a statement to my brother, don't know what kind of compensation he wants? ”

Baoqiang slapped Zhang Xiaoqiang on his chest to compensate for the loss. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Baoqiang sarcastically, "Ha, you are all here to fight the autumn wind, what else can you compensate me for? ”

Baoqiang was not impressed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's ridicule. He said to Zhang Xiaoqiang: "Dude, don't look at me now, but I still have some family bottom. I used to be in the 10 billion when it was a joke, but I know where there are supplies, military supplies, weapons and ammunition that were sealed when the troops disarmed..."

“Oh, you know the secret location of the troops? You're not kidding me, are you? ”

When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's face unbelievable, Baoqiang was in a bit of a hurry. He threw the pistol in his hand at Zhang Xiaoqiang's foot and said: "Dude, look at this guy of mine..."

A black pistol lay in the blood of Zhang Xiaoqiang's foot. This pistol is similar to the Type 92 pistol that Zhang Xiaoqiang equipped his men. It really makes no difference except that there are no black Pentagon flowers on the handle and the length of the sleeve.

“This is a Model NP22 pistol manufactured by a company in northern China, specially designed to export foreign trade. The full life of a Domestic Model 92 pistol is only 3,000 rounds, the Model NP22 pistol is five times that of a Model 92, and the total life of a gun reaches 1,5000 rounds. If parts are replaced, the life of a single barrel can reach 20,000 rounds. Even if it reaches 20,000 rounds, it can continue to be used. However, the accuracy is slightly reduced, and its failure rate is more than twice that of a Model 92. ”

When Zhang Xiaoqiang bent over and picked up NP22, the white lord rode the iron field and said: “This kind of gun is hard to get in the country, now the best type 92 in the country is a fart in front of it, the failure rate is higher than it is, the accuracy is not as good as it is, the lifespan is not as good as it is, even I can get this kind of gun, let alone the secret storage points, as long as three people know the secret is not a secret..."

Speaking of which, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at NP22 in his hand and nodding his head, he couldn't help but loosen his mind. As long as Zhang Xiaoqiang was moved by him, no one would be able to pass by before the huge interests.

The white lord used to be a cadre at the local level, he knew something, the state sealed the disarmament-occupied equipment in the hinterland of China in case, in the eighties and nineties, some things in the army were still more transparent, he also knew a lot of sealing points, he has survived since the disaster, he still this is an opportunity, an opportunity to make him a separatist force, a prerequisite for seizing the opportunity is that he can find those material seals alive.

This time he took the risk of looting material and ammunition in preparation for his departure to find a storage site, because the country considered that the war was close to forming a militia, so the material storage point was closer to a densely populated area, and if he found these things he had to cross a lot of zombie dense areas, then he had to have enough ammunition, but this was a whitewasher's idea, and he didn't know what a world it had become out there.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was really a little moved when he heard the white lord's words. He put the pistol in his hand and put it in his waist. He raised his finger to the woman behind the white lord and said: “This woman belongs to me..." ”