Apocalypse Cockroach

The man gradually walked in, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that he was walking barefoot. You know, in the last generation, walking barefoot was countless times more risky. No one was ever going to show up when or where the virus appeared, but as long as his foot was scratched, he was countless times more likely to get caught.

Perhaps the man himself knew, so he was like a boar studying, the bigfoot girl wrapped in a layer of mud, after the mud dried, it became two mud shoes to wrap his feet around, the man seemed to be used to wearing mud shoes, he walked not slowly, his body was stable, there was no shaking with one head down.

The man is Uncle Yun. In the middle of the night, his book finally decided to contact the motorcade and go to battle with courage. The decision of the book scared everyone. They have lost one book and don't want to lose another. Although this book is a bit unprofessional, as long as he is, whoever is injured, he can usually heal the eight or nine, such a precious pimple, who can afford it?

Watching everyone quarrel with the book, Uncle Yun's lips relaxed and he regretted it until now, he said, “Why don't I go check on the wind first...”

So Uncle Yun became a substitute for the book. He stood up for him and said he stood up for him. In fact, he wanted to use him to see if the military seemed to shoot him.

“How come? Shouldn't you? How come? What I'm trying to say is, am I going to observe first? This is what it looks like..."

Uncle Yun was hypnotized. He walked with his two big feet to Zhang Xiaoqiang's factory where they existed. He did not go to see the movement on the factory side, but his eyes stared at the ground in front of him. As he approached the factory, he whispered in his mouth and thought. Unconsciously, he walked to the wall.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and his team looked stunnedly at the man who only knew to walk with his head down to the outer wall and turned around and walked to the factory door, unlike negotiating contact, like a neighbor walking through the door

Watching the man's head not lifting up to the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't touch his head, he didn't know if he was ill, or if the man in the Arab robe was ill, suddenly his head flashed through the news before the end, several terms jumped with the brain, Arab, Al-Qaida, human bomb?

Uncle Yun came to the gate along a path that was familiar before the end of his life. Just as he was going to greet the doorman like before the end of his life, four orthopedic fitness shadows, like tiger food, burst out of the gate. Uncle Yun was stuck on the ground, a sharp military knife cut off all the ropes and cloth on him, and followed him by a stripped light.

Uncle Yun's half face was buried on the ground. The sudden attack panicked him. His mouth was howling like a pig. He was watching the wind and roaring intermittently in the howling.

The man was strangled to death by four members of the team. When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the man, the four members still did not let go.

“Brother Cockroach, I checked, he has no bomb, nothing but a broken bed sheet...”

A team member holding a military knife with one hand and sheets with one hand reported to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Well, what did I say? Check his shoes. Did you check his shoes? ”

The crew member, Wood, pointed his gaze at Uncle Yun's muddy shoes and couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air...

Clean and slippery, Uncle Cloud was wrapped in a floral fabric. In front of the campfire, he sat half his ass on a short stool made of three red brick barriers, a black hand held a sea bowl filled with rice, one hand held chopsticks and pulled rice desperately into his mouth, and saw his head buried in a rice bowl bigger than the other's head. The pointy rice disappeared into his mouth like a hourglass.

After a moment, three kilos of rice was eaten clean by Uncle Yun. Uncle Yun reluctantly looked at the same dish and bowl washed in his hand and gently placed it at his feet. He had already worn a pair of shoes on his feet. The original mud shoes were knocked down by the team member with his nose pinched. Zhang Xiaoqiang let someone in the corner of the factory find a pair of shoes to compensate him. Since they were randomly searched for, Uncle Yun would wear them. Thus, he wore a leather shoe with big toes on his left foot and a large ladies buckle cloth shoe on his right foot.

“What's your name? What brings you here? Don't you just want to have dinner? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in a big chair opposite Uncle Yun with Jiro's legs hanging behind him, standing behind him by four players to add momentum to him.

“This comrade..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang listened not to the taste, so called himself gay? interrupted Uncle Yun's words.

“Don't call me gay now, gay. That's abusive. I don't want to be gay yet, you call me cockroach brother. Do you understand me? ”

“Yes, yes, understand, cockroaches... you're not from the army?” Uncle Yun is confused, whether watching TV or movies, what kind of brother is this? Is this not a name in the army? Like the name of a gangster out there?

“What do you call it? I'm a cockroach, not a cockroach. Never mind, I'm too lazy to play with you. I'll go home after I've eaten. We have to hurry..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang still doesn't want to get himself into more trouble. With the base as backup, not many survivors are enough. Without the base, one more Zhang Xiaoqiang is in trouble. He just doesn't want to get himself into trouble.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's reaction went beyond Uncle Yun's expectations. He didn't realize that these people were not military personnel. These people who were not military personnel actually gave him rice to eat. He also sent him back because they were leaving? The last time a soldier killed a soldier without a gun?

Uncle Yun stood idly by and watched those players who were no different from the soldiers shouting and ready to go.

“Brother cockroach... Brother cockroach... ah... we... our village book... let me bring you a message..."

Uncle Yun remembered his mission and the angry look of a book. He stood there in a hurry and shouted.

“Shout what... shout what..., don't see how busy our cockroach brothers are, call me again and let them throw you out...”

Zhang Huai 'an walked over impatiently. After decades in the police position, Zhang Huai 'an naturally had a few more moments on his body that were not common people. This momentum was official to the civilian population.

After a lifetime of uncle Yun of the small people, he whispered: "It's our book to come in person, we're afraid you'll shoot people without asking questions like the last time, only... let me do it..."

“Well, who shot and killed people? What kind of gun did they use? ”

Uncle Yun's words alerted Zhang Huai 'an. The gun is not so easy to get, you can get the gun and kill people randomly. Is it another white lord?