Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang Jianle, he thought Huang Tingwei was selling Guan Guan, and finally gave him another surprise. He poured half a cup of coffee already cooled in his hand into his mouth.

“The above is basically our harvest. Unfortunately, the Red Arrow 8 anti-tank missile launcher and the Type 87 35mm automatic grenade launcher are all on other armoured vehicles and burned by a fire..."

“Pfft..." Zhang Xiaoqiang sprayed out a bite of coffee. He looked up at Huang Tingwei violently. Half a minute later, he shook his head and said:

“Go... go get those two tanks out of here... even if they can't drive, you have to put them in the truck and tow them away... as long as it's a weapon, as long as it's ammunition... it doesn't matter, get it all back, I won't use it, I'll watch it, I'll love it...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said a lot of chaotic things under depression. Huang Tingwei nodded. Zhang Xiaoqiang let him go to work. He turned around and walked away. That speed seemed like a small run.

Zhang Xiaoqiao only then had the opportunity to unwrap the open water bottle to continue his coffee, just unwrapping the lid, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand threw the coffee cup in the water severely out, and the thrown coffee cup rolled over and fell into the water to alarm the starting water wave.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fell in the wheelchair closed his eyes and leaned back on his head. A pair of slightly cold jade hands held him on his forehead. Two thumbs clasped on his temple to massage him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak, did not open his eyes, let the two fine hands massage him, he knows who, Shangguan Qiaoyun, only she has a light and warm fragrance

“Why didn't you choose to leave? You are a very opinionated woman. You are not like Yuan Yi. Unlike Yang Kel, you do not know how to live without me. What exactly do you want to write? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes and asked why Shangguan Qiaoyun followed him. A woman who looked like this cat made a dog choice.

After stopping for three or five seconds for his massage, he continued to massage for him, and the breeze of the river swept his face for a while. In the summer, he felt comfortable under the shade, his mind was sinking, and he was about to sleep.

The superior officer Qiaoyun Sha mute with a magnetic soft voice in his ear, not loud, soft, with a little nose sound, with a seductive charm.

“I thought about leaving you, before you were hurt, you were the best man in my heart, nobody could compare to you, and you were the only one worth fighting for. After you were hurt, you became a weak man, a weak man I could kill with my hands up, and I wondered, how would you fit me? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang still closed his eyes, his breathing did not hear his superior digging and disorder, but rather became smoother and seemed to be asleep.

“The first time I wanted to say leave, I saw the irony in your mouth, and that's when I realized how selfish I was, that I was not a good woman, a bad woman with a wolf heart and lungs, a most virulent woman, who left you when you needed comfort and help most. ”

Said here, Shangguan Qiaoyun looked down at Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression. Zhang Xiaoqiang, like before, did not have any excitement and tiredness on his face, as if he was asleep.

Officer Qiaoyun ignored whether Zhang Xiaoqiang was asleep or not. She continued to press this thumb and let out the itchy sound in her mouth.

“The second time I want to tell you, my choice is the same as the first time, I recognize myself, I'm a snake woman, so what? I used to live for my mother, and then... why would I live for you? Why can't I live for myself, I have the ability, I can handle most of the corpses, my hands can make me live like a queen, a true queen, no longer like before, leaning on men..."

A drop of hot tears fell on his face, his eyeballs slightly rolled under his skin, and there was no further movement, leaving the tears to slide across his cheek and fall towards the mumps.

A slim index finger caught the teardrop and gently wiped it off his face, and his temple was massaged again.

“Woman is bitter, in this world, woman's life is bitter, seeing women who are abused by stinking men, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day, if you don't let me choose, I'll stay with you for a while, I don't want to betray you, I don't want to learn Susie, you let me choose, you let me choose, why... why did you let me choose... why did you make me realize that I was a snake scorpion woman... why...”

Shangguan Qiaoyun cried, she tortured her conscience again, she was very hurt, it was a wound on her heart, it was a wound on her soul, this wound made her ache, into her heart, cried for a while, she sucked her nose and cried with a whimper, she continued to speak, without the previous kind of melancholy, the sand dumb still with a kind of peace.

“I've never been in love, really, I don't lie to you, before, I've been in contact with all kinds of men, just for the benefit of making my life better, it's an exchange, I never believed in love, I thought love was a fool's emotion, I saw you sleeping the other day, I changed, I became a fool, I ended up falling in love with you, you... what a vicious...”

A slippery, tender fingertip gently on his forehead, dotted very carefully, as if his forehead was that tenderly watery tofu, that fingertip slightly turned into a palm gently touching his eyes, nose beams, lips, and the beard on his chin, a sigh, slightly wet imprinted on his lips.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been pretending to sleep, felt the slight warmth of moisture, and sprayed it on his cheek with a warm scent, “Don't open your eyes... don't open your eyes..." Zhang Xiaoqiang said to himself darkly in his heart, a grown man was stolen by a woman, which embarrassed him.

The slightly warm lips lit his lips, kissed his nose beam, kissed his curtains, then the lips went away, the beauty disappeared... waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was waiting for Qiaoyun to take the next move, to really sleep in a boring wait.

After lunch, Zhang Xiaoqiang came to Wang Le's temporary repair shop. Here, Wang Le's tools seemed even more messy. The scattered guns were casually thrown on the ground like cabbage. On the simple workbench, various barrels, gun machine parts piled up into a hill. Wang Le sat under the workbench staring at a QJZ89 12.7mm heavy machine gun with some rust stains. He read words in his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the wheelchair intelligently. Looks like Wang Le is very annoyed. Hundreds of rifles that only need to be repaired will not be ready in a moment and a half.