Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned to the tent. He wanted to sleep beautifully and fought with Meow for a while. He felt relaxed. With this rare relaxation, he needed to take a good rest.

Meow threw up his tongue in Xiaoqiang's back, made a ghost face, opened his palms, only four scattered bullets in his hand, and saw Zhang Huaian heavily cover and re-lock the iron leather box.

Zhang Huai 'an would like Zhang Xiaoqiang, but he didn't have to go for the meow. He glanced at the thick ammunition box with a blind eye, cleared his voice and said to Meow: “Don't be blind, we don't have a lot of bullets, save, save, you know? ”

After that, Zhang Huai 'an pulled out half a bottle of wine from his pocket, shook all directions to continue to look for Wang Le to drink. Behind him, Meow stood by the car looking at the four bullets in his hand and worried, seemed not even filled with a magazine?

Gunners were on guard next to the ammunition truck. Meow looked at the big iron box that was piled at the rear of the truck randomly. He looked at his team and turned back and walked.

As Meow turned around, she drew in her mind the position between the players guarding the ammunition cart, a dead end route in their eyes shaped in Meow's brain.

Meow has two nicknames at school, one is Haunted Meow, which was picked up by his classmates, because Meow stole the most bullets from his team members, more than his classmates combined, and never missed a single attempt. Some of his classmates also stared at him specifically to see how he did it, often because of their pee-pee kung fu, Meow got it, and nobody saw it, including his stalking classmates.

And the teammates bite his teeth to call him a mourner. The teammates who drink rare rice for him every day are not one or two. Basically, as long as meow hands itch, no one can escape, even if they hide the bullet deeper, meow can find it.

Obviously, the meow is not born. Since he knew the honest man's business, he went to worship in the name of Yankee. Who is Yankee? Too emperor of the base, the honest man is also truly honest. Without wishing to ask Yankee to prove it, he gave him the absolute life of the bottom of the box. Now his target is no longer the few bullets on the team members, but the heavy ammunition box.

The crew on the side of the ammunition cart were five groups of guards, two outposts and three dark posts. They were not distracted at all times and were alert to the movement around them. Just as a team member lowered his head and lit a cigarette, a small figure slipped through his back like a quiet running little rat.

After flashing through a team member, the little rat paused slightly and waited in the shadow not far from the smoking team member. Time went by, half an hour after shift arrived. Their footsteps shook the team member here. When all the bright and dark posts looked past, the little rat ran from the side of a latent post to the side of the cart and gently climbed onto the cart.

The team members under the car were answering the password, only listening to the card scrub a few times, Zhang Huai 'an used the key for half a day to open the lock, the box cover was pulled, a half-foot long short stick stuck at the box door to support the cover, then heard the slight noise of the known soso, when the shift ended, a small figure stepped in the shadow and left with the shift members.

Going to a place where no one was, Meow opened her little pocket and reached out and grabbed a large number of bullets in the bag. As her fingers slightly loosened, the impact sound of the bullet crisply rang, then Meow tightened the pocket of the bag with a rope and turned to go to sleep. Half way he stopped, during the day, the handle of the ninety twenty pistols on the waist of Yellow Springs flashed into his little head.

hesitated for a moment, meow turned and touched in front of the fire heap over Yellow Springs.

Wong Quan did not know that he had been mowed to death. He sat by the fire at this moment and watched the fire heap faint. Beside him was Chen Leaf with his face covered in white cotton cloth wiping the sword of Jing Wei.

Huang Quan looked at the flame in front of him and was stunned. He no longer spoke with Chen Ye as usual. He was a very arrogant man. What good is the long beauty in his eyes? When I was in military school before the end of my life, what pretty girl didn't play? He was handsome and rich at home, but a lot of women chased him.

In his heart, Huang's daughter-in-law must be brilliant, different, the kind of kind of wife who can raise the next generation independently after his death, she can be not pretty, but she must have personality, not the kind of cosmetic personality outside, but a kind of rigidity that comes from the bones.

So the first time he saw Chen Ye, he was fascinated by her, not because of the way Chen Ye had killed the zombie. He was not interested in violent chicks. At the first contact, Chen Ye was hidden at the end, waiting silently in the deserted corner, and he felt the loneliness on her as soon as he saw her.

It's not depression, it's a simple loneliness, like a plum that doesn't want to fight in the spring, and it opens up quietly by the bridge, and it moves slightly, and the huge contrast attracts the attention of Yellow Springs, and he tries to read her. In her eyes, Yellow Springs doesn't see despair to give up, but it's a strong obsession, doesn't know what she's holding on to, doesn't know what she's on the guardian, sees the eyes of those clear springs, he's drunk.

“Zero becomes muddy and dusty, only fragrant.” This phrase is the first image she gave him. Thus, the mysterious Chen Ye aroused curiosity in his heart. Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him to explain his last words and did not experience them, so he was not afraid. At that time, he did not fully understand his feelings about death. “Die then," he said to himself.

He found the woman who impressed him in his heart, Chen Ye, since he was going to die, he could not let him go. He handed him over a dozen generations of jewelry from his ancestors, a strange and mysterious woman.

Chen Ye's face in front of everyone for the first time was lifted by him. At that moment, his heart was filled with pity. How could such a lovely man do this?

Unfortunately, a little heat flashed in his heart, and he remembered ancient times, when the groom opened the bride's cap to determine his identity, so he lifted her veil, did he indirectly complete this ancient ritual?

He hugged her, kissed her, to be honest, he didn't even think of it, but he did so, and then came the anger of Chen Ye. Although he almost got his bones torn off, his heart was filled because he had his own nominal wife, Chen Ye.

At this moment, he seemed to feel mature and truly become a man, because he had a wife, even if that wife was just what he thought she was.

Later, Huang Quan died chasing Chen Ye, even if he was beaten every day, for a simple reason. Chen Ye is his wife, now and in the future.

At home, it was difficult to go out for half a day. Huang Quan, for Chen Ye's sake, he did not do it. He chased her behind with a rifle, hoping to use his own actions to impress her. But after truly experiencing the cruelty outside, he sadly discovered that he had become a useless person.

At first, he almost jumped on himself because of nervousness, then he almost lost his temper to be surrounded, or Chen Ye held his hand to comfort him. Finally, he was lifted to the bottom by Zhang Huai 'an, an old policeman who was not very appreciative of himself, although he borrowed the young man's thick face to blur past, but he still had a thorn in his heart.

When he sat by the fire, the scene kept flashing in his heart during the day, and he sadly discovered that he, an active officer, a high-calibre graduate of a military school, performed so poorly, not to mention the average team member, that even the repairman Wang Le could not compare, as if, no one was willing to compare him.