Apocalypse Cockroach

“Touch...” The steel tanker car shook and fell again. In the loud noise when he landed, a broken steel bracket passed over. Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the side of the steel tank, sliding fast along the back of the steel tank, his whole body numb, he couldn't lift his hands to hold the support and secure himself.

The body shook down, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had slipped to the end, flew away by the car shock, which scared his whole body of sweat upside down. His hands, which were already stiff and numb, opened their teeth and claws, waved and scratched on a smooth metal tank, trying to hold himself in place.

Desert Eagle never knew where it was going. Two turbid double harvests stained with rust oil scratched onto the metal tank and squeaked. A large rivet welded onto the steel tank was fished into his hand by Zhang Xiaoqiang, leaning against the half palm-sized rivet nut, and he hung himself on the side of the steel tank.

The coarse gas hung between his throat had not yet been exhaled, more than the two previous combined tremendous vibrations hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest through the steel tank. Like that, Zhang Xiaoqiang, lying on the steel tank, finally flew out of the steel tanker car and fell onto an empty space full of corpses.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had fallen into the body, did not feel any physical pain at the first moment. A super strong corpse odor surrounded his five officers. Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately lost his sense of smell.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has forgotten the pain of falling on his body at this moment, forgotten the D3 in front of the steel tanker car, forgotten the players who had just moved the big car and cheered, he even forgot who he was, where he came from and where he was going to go.

Now the zombie has a characteristic. As long as it rots a thousand times faster than usual after death, the smell after rotting is even more substantial. Zhang Xiaoqiang really fainted in this space where the green mist can be hidden in the air.

A huge noise came from the crash of the steel tanker car. Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the empty space between the bodies and fainted like a cartoon. His head was swinging around, nothing resembled him except two eyes without a swirl.

D3 is competing with the steel tanker, the wheels close to the D3 side have been gradually dislodged, the more obvious the trend as the body is constantly moving backwards, on this side of the steel tank, a huge groove is appearing,

As the body continued to vibrate, eventually the wheel fell off, and the tall rubber tire rolled on the ground, falling into the body that had been hitting the distance, and spilling a green corpse.

As the D3 continued to crash, the body of a few less wheels began to tilt, slowly, the body inclined more and more, eventually the tanker car couldn't stand the D3 zombie and fell down and pressed it under the tank.

D3 was pressed under the car, Zhang Xiaoqiang was still in a trance of corpse smell. He was about to faint from the thick smell of corpse. A man rushed over and threw his back collar across his back and rushed out.

“Tong” Zhang Xiaoqiang was thrown to the ground, then a running water poured over his head, until Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up before he realized that he had reached the middle of the team. Yang Keer vomited his tongue and exhaled. Yuan Yi's kettle had just been retrieved.

Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately turned around and stood up and yelled at his team members: "Quick... retreat, what are you doing standing here, waiting to die? ”

“Honey, it's okay. The big guy's under pressure. He can't move. We're safe. ”

Hearing Yang Kel say this, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back at the steel tanker truck. Indeed, the far side of the car turned over, and D3 disappeared. Where the big car heard a noise from time to time, something seemed to be knocking under the car.

The powerful and impatient D3 zombie burst into the street. Zhang Xiaoqiang's greatest psychological pressure was temporarily put on hold. Until this moment, his heart hung high from the first encounter with D3 only slightly let go. He was temporarily relieved. A thick stench burst into his nose, remembering the dead smell hell, and rushed to check whether he was contaminated with corpse water.

After he flew out, he fell into the middle of the body, fortunately, he dropped on the empty space in the cadaver room. Although his clothes smelled strong, after all, he had not been exposed to those disgusting green corpses water, and when Yang Kel took them out, he did not drag them on the ground, but let him avoid a hijacking.

As long as he didn't get that thick corpse fluid on his body, Zhang Xiaoqiang put his mind on the D3 under the car in the distance, the plan could not catch up. Zhang Xiaoqiang intends to die fighting the big car in the D3. Woe to himself for coming down and chasing the team under the car empty-handed to WH, but now the danger of D3 has been eliminated for the most part, which gives him time to allow the team members to bring their own bottom of the house too.

More than thirty members of the team, led by Yang Kel, began to move the handicapped car again, turning out to be just a sidewalk, and now they're expanding the road to accommodate at least 8X large military trucks.

Yuan Yi took Guofei with them to cut out the scattered corpses that were traversing the military car. Zhang Xiaoqiang took Shangguan Qiaoyun to the sides of the two steel tanker cars, which were constantly trembling and muffled.

The long body is like a giant whale washed to death on the beach, the rusted steel parts, the already crippled body paint, and the windshield that was heavily hit by the D3 and ripped open countless lines, all talking about its former glory.

The D3 is now very wretched, out of that big head, all pressed under that big steel tank like Tarzan, but its lower body is left empty because the wheel comes off, which makes it squeaky with its knee head to hit the chassis of the body.

The D3 zombie is kind of like digging a pit to bury himself. The D3 that used to deter enough to kill back tens of thousands of zombies is now a dangerous dead fish. Why doesn't it upset Zhang Xiaoqiang?

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the D3 who wanted to cry but couldn't make a sound due to a throat injury. His eyebrows were shining, his hands pulled out the mouse king's blade, and he walked with YD's smile to the round head of the D3...

“Hu” Zhang Xiao mighty out a long breath, helplessly looked at the superior official Qiao Yun standing beside him to cover his mouth and smile, the distant road blocking bus has been removed, the scattered zombies on the side of the military car have also been cleared, various vehicles are roaring from him, Yang Ke 'er completing the task is running towards him with stains.

The head of the D3 at his feet looked like a white flower metal ball. The thick skin and scales on the D3's head had long been removed by the sharp rat king's blade. But Zhang Xiaoqiang's efforts could only end there. Looking at the white flower's skull, he felt a little powerfully powerless.