Apocalypse Cockroach

Instead of staying on the handle for even a second, the dirty little hand crossed the pistol onto the belt tied to the thigh, which, in addition to the holster, was hung with three small No. 1 rectangular leather magazine bags. The little hand gently unbuckled a clasp nailed to the holster like a rivet, and the thumb clamped the 9mm pistol magazine with an index finger.

A magazine containing 15 rounds of ammunition fell into Meow's hand, her eyes lit up, her hands shrunk quickly, and the magazine in her hand went straight into her pocket.

He looked at the magazine and put it in his pocket. A big hand full of cocoons held his small hand with the magazine. Meow looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang beside him with tears.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the current meow caught by him. His five senses were amazing. He knew when meow's slightly unconscious little hand gently put on the holster. He didn't make a sound, just wanted to see what meow was trying to do.

I didn't know that Meow didn't move the NP22, but the target was a 9mm magazine. This little Johnny was a bit out of his mind, so I watched Meow unwrap the magazine and touched the magazine.

“What are you doing stealing this? Why don't you steal a pistol and at least shoot?” Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer looked down the mountain. D3 zombies who couldn't even get rid of high artillery rockets would not die so easily. Even if they did, it would be beneficial. Zhang Xiaoqiang interacted with Meow.

Meow still hasn't spoken, pulled out a luminous 77 pistol from the small satchel in his waist, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood, in the base of the Chinese characteristic Spartan training camp, everyone will receive a pistol, this pistol is their toy, the base requires them to care for the pistol as much as they care for their own eyes, all people should put the maintenance of the pistol first every day.

With the pistol, they naturally want to try the feeling of shooting, but without the bullets, they can only look at the pistol and sigh, so the members of the machine gun team are unlucky, and they need to be prepared to steal bullets from themselves at all times. Zhang Xiaoqiang has an encouraging attitude towards this, the future environment may be worse, and the learners have to find a way to steal them and try to equip themselves with other people's materials.

So the team members can't punish the trainees for any reason, so the trainees get worse, because according to the new rules of the training camp, if you can hand in one bullet, you will get three more bullets when you hit the target, which is disguised as encouraging the trainees to steal, and the rules of the team are not to lose one bullet, the material supply for the month is reduced by one layer, you lose ten, so drink diluted rice every day.

The farce that had happened to the teammates actually happened to Zhang Xiaoqiang, making him cry a little. He said to Meow: "The bullet is right, but the magazine is wrong. Your little pistol that can only shoot seven rounds won't fit in. Next time, don't steal it, you want to shoot directly to me. ”

When Zhang Xiaoqiang finished, he packed the magazine and continued to look down the hill. Meow looked at his little pistol. Baby packed it back into his little bag. The closer he looked at Lieutenant Huang Quan's waist on the Type 92 pistol holster, and looked at the handle of the 92 pistol. Meow thought.

Huang Quan did not know that his pistol had been targeted. At this moment, he was killing with his eyes. No, it should be with his eyes. He stared at Chen Ye with a burning eye. Two small groups of flames burned in his pupils, acting like an insane, innocent boy.

Chen Ye seems to have long been immune to the eyes of Yellow Springs. Her gaze never falls on Yellow Springs. In short, she looks at zombies in the sky and in the sky. She does not look at Yellow Springs. Yellow Springs wants to conquer Chen Ye. The road is tortuous and long.

Compared to Zhang Xiaoqiang, the undead cockroach, the D3 is obviously more bull-X, after being hit by the maladaptation, it retracted its right claw, caught the D2 calf just jumped up, and then tucked the D2 like a waving broom in front of him for a circle.

The remaining four D2s are trembling on each other here, and the thick body of the D2s with their teeth dancing claws hits them hard in the waist, and a newly jumped D2s is smashed into the air by a large 180 degree flip, and it flips with its head in the air and falls on the D3s below.

When it hit D3, a big claw touched its head and twisted it to D3's big mouth. A big mouth with sharp pointed teeth bit it on its neck. This mouth bit it down. The D2 thick neck was like the steamed duck's neck in its mouth, three or two kung fu times. In D3's big mouth, the seemingly thick neck was bitten and chewed.

One D2 was bitten off the head by D3, and the other D2 fell into the mass like a shot volleyball, causing a wave of horror. The D3 zombie threw away the headless body of the D2 zombie who had died at his mouth and climbed up from the ground struggling, carrying the D2 still struggling with his legs on his right claw, and pounded into the sea of bodies.

A D2 zombie who fell a little closer, dizzy, stood up and shook his head, before it was fully awake, and one was hit by a D2 dancing in the middle of the sky, which happened to make two D2 luminous brains crash together to make a loud "bump” sound.

The head of this unlucky D2 was instantly twisted by more than a hundred degrees, making a crisp noise on the neck bone, while the D2 was smoked flying away and spinning to the distance.

D3 waving the D2 zombie he used as a broom to build his success seems to be more efficient as a weapon than simply colliding with barbarism, just like in the documentary the ape learned to get rid of the beast with a bone as a stick, and the D3 zombie used D2 as a weapon to continue to storm the corpse sea.

This time, with the D3 zombie swinging, the flying zombie is no longer the previous dozen or twenty, but one fan at a time. The flying zombie is several times more numerous than before, falling towards the sea of the corpse like a rain spot from the previous scatter.

More than a dozen and twenty zombies cannot vibrate the foot of the zombie sea because they are too densely arranged to absorb the incoming impact lanes, even if they come flying to smash them, and the lines of zombies cannot be spoken of in the same day, and the rows of zombies are like a giant tree attached together, which far exceeds the maximum tolerability of those standing in rows.

Previously, the thick, harsh, mountainous, sea-like corpses were like wheat fields that had been blown apart by the wind, pieces of corpses lying on the ground in succession, and the falling corpses indirectly blocked the progress of the corpses in the back.

D3 noticeably felt that the stress and resistance from the dead sea was rapidly decreasing during the accidental hit and collision. D3 made an exciting howl and had to speed up a few points. As it advanced faster, the pressure of the Z-shaped zombie increased.