Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang has always thought that Mei is a 100% Zheng Tai, and Mei has always performed in Zhang Xiaoqiang. She is a Zheng Tai, naughty, wild, ghostly, and dirty and messy. Isn't that when he was little?

In Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, meow accounted for a lot of weight, I don't know where to go higher than Mengzhu. He has always wanted Meow to take over his class and become a qualified leader. She will continue to fight the zombies with Zhang Xiaoqiang's men. Zhang Xiaoqiang is unwilling to let his descendants become what kind of savior, too tired, enjoy me, send you to die. This is his motto, but in this end of life, everything is forcing him to become a powerful figure.

Apparently, meow is a girl several women know, only Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know, maybe those women think Zhang Xiaoqiang knows, or tell Xu Mengzhu that Meow won't let Zhang Xiaoqiang know, which caused Zhang Xiaoqiang the biggest oolong of his life, he wants to train a female heir.

“No... what kind of guns are you playing at your little kids' house? Last time I didn't take care of you, my husband turned out like this for you. What did you pay me for? ”

Yang Ke 'er obviously didn't buy meow's account, and riding himself bigger than meow, he started to teach meow.

“What... you're two years older than me. I'm thirteen. Aren't you just a little shorter? I'm gonna grow up and pay you back? Why should I pay you back? When I grow up, I'll marry him. Isn't that my husband? What does my husband have to do with you? ”

Yankee heard the meow's cunning argument and became an angry little female cat. She held the meow's ear and whispered:

“All right, you meow, I'll pay you no compensation, and you hit on my husband's idea, and I tell you, you die, you piss me off, and I'll let my husband marry your mother, and you'll call me Grandma..."

Meow is not at the age of the first love sinus, her husband is just a noun. Likewise, Zhang Xiaoqiang marries her mother or not. To her, Daddy is just a strange man who sleeps in Mommy's room for two weeks during New Year's Eve. Apart from that, she doesn't think Daddy has any other meaning.

“So... your husband became my father, did I... or didn't I have to pay you? Because he's already my dad? ”

Yang Ke 'er was struck. She was depressed. How can she be counted? Meow won't lose?

“Yankee, target in sight, S2-type zombie, in front of you on your right.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's alarm came from the walkie-talkie. Yang Keer and Meow were not making a scene. Together, they were searching for S2-type zombies hiding in the corpse.

In a dense mass of corpses, in a corner more than 100 meters from the line of obstruction, a small S2 zombie is rapidly approaching the line of defense. In the mass of corpses, it is not fast, but it is not slow to go anywhere. Low-degree zombies have a natural fear of high-ranking zombies. In the mass of corpses, where S2 appears, there is always a small shelter, which is where ordinary zombies are hiding.

S2 moves rapidly in the mass, it is always hidden behind ordinary zombies, from time to time zombies are smashed by flying large caliber bullets. At this point, S2 always flashes into the densest part of the mass, reducing its chances of being shot. This natural instinct allows it to have a water like fish in this mix-up.

Just as it flashed out and hid behind the other corpse, the residue of a low whistling sound penetrated its chest, and it flew backwards and backwards into a corpse.

It was a high-speed flying crossbow, and as it shot through its chest, it exploded, and the bright red dye dyed it into a bright red spot with the zombies around it, and a dense burst of bullets landed in all the dye-stained areas, and the dense, large-calibre bullet tore all the zombies apart, not surprisingly, even the S2 zombies, and Yankee's enormous power made her ignore her back seat, and the smooth gunpoint kept her at one point.

Zhang Xiaoqiang relieved himself and let go of the small pulley group sniper crossbow in his hand. The stained crossbow arrow was fired by him. Even if the S2 zombie struck with a normal bullet, it would be difficult to kill him at once, unless it was a heavy machine gun bullet or other large-calibre bullet. This time, his cooperation with Yang Kel was obviously successful, at least Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that he was not completely a cripple.

The ferry company had only one type 2 zombie. After the S2 was resolved, the rest was the closing job. The last zombie collapsed and the cheer broke through the clouds. It was the temporary team members cheering with the women who were doing the logistics. In their view, it was a miracle that they wiped out thousands of zombies with only half a hundred. It was incredible for them.

Compared to the fanaticism of those people, the old team members are flat, hundreds of thousands of corpses have experienced more than once, these small scenes of thousands of corpses really make them chickens uncomfortable, they all carry guns, swapped Wang Le machined steel spears into the battlefield, stabbed the still struggling semi-dead corpses, piled the dead corpses into countless piles, poured gasoline, ready to burn them.

The doctor was carrying two temporary bodyguards, Uncle Yun and the potato head were checked in the middle of the corpse. Thousands of materials excited the dirty doctor. He lowered his head to examine the materials that might be needed. The bloody hair blocked his glasses more than once. Finally, he was tired of hair interference, grabbed the military prick of the potato head in the waist, brushed a few times, and his mop head turned into a dog's chewing hairy head.

A bright red spot in the dark caught his attention, and he saw S2 being hit by a honeycomb.

“The guy who... the potato thing, go... go get the nitrogen tank off my car..."

The doctor was excited that he had been known for a long time for Type 2 zombies, and he had asked more than once about the team members he had met, and he knew even more about Type 2 zombies than the careless team members, so he recognized the D2 like a horse monkey at first sight.

“Book... my name is Yu Long... they call me Yao...”

“I don't care what your name is. If you wait for it to spoil, I'll slice you...”

The doctor's threat was very effective, not yet finished, the taro rushed into the doctor's lab with a 100-meter speed, holding the rifle, but the doctor looked down carefully at every part of S2, his eyes flashed a slight disorientation, like seeing his favorite woman, his hands with rubber gloves gently touched the pigment-dyed corpse, his mouth still muttering;

“What a beautiful line, what a nice touch, how? Mother, that bastard did this..."

The doctor whispered in front of the dead S2, standing beside him vigilant Uncle Yun, the goosebumps on his body dropped one after the other, he regretted, why it was not him who went like that heavy steel tank.