Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Huai 'an toe walked in front of him with great vigour. He followed Yang Keer closely with Shangguan Qiaoyun, Huang Tingwei, Huang Quan and Ding Luo behind him. Twenty heavily armed team members first rushed into the gate to seize control of the high point. All those who were still alive in the bunker were expelled. Those men in wrecked faces were depressed and walked to the back of the man next to Chen Huiyong with their heads in their arms. The man was surprised and uncertain when he saw his men handed over.

A CF06 7.62mm general-purpose machine gun rack was located on the top floor of an intact bunker, and the black-hole mouth was aimed at people with dirt all over them. These people were pointed at by machine guns and temporarily lost their temper, but the eyeballs slowly drove in after measuring Zhang Huaian's body to mount a 14.5mm fire platform.

Zhang Huai 'an did not make contact with them first, and ignored their greetings. When the convoy of dozens of large vehicles all drove into the gathering place, the artillery tubes on the two paratrooper tanks pointed deep into the gathering place. Zhang Huai 'an measured the legendary gathering place with the convoy people.

The gathering place is not small, it is also more than a dozen kilometers round, there are some cement buildings in the distance, tall and thick, few windows, very similar to the warehouse, with Chen Huiyong's explanation beforehand, the people of the motorcade knew that it was a former grain warehouse, and now it has been divided by various forces.

There are a lot of small buildings and bungalows around the grain bank, in the distance are dense and numb low buildings, flowers and green everything, tents built of tarpaulin, planks and simple rooms made of asbestos tiles, there are also earth embryonic walls, roofs made of weeds tied together thatched roofs, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that weed room was clamped with a thing like a red candle, and recognized that the grass was candlegrass.

Looking further afield through those improvised houses, which are buildings like garbage dumps, they also have some decent image of houses, which are fairly clean at the front and rear of the door, is a super refugee camp, with all kinds of strange buildings, like gatherings that cross the world.

There are a few steel bars, a few bamboo poles attached to a few pieces of rag plastic to make the walls, an end-of-life car to dismantle the seats to make the houses, a small stone pier to make the walls, no roof, and simply some wooden boards to clamp together, like a pyramid, large gaps in the wooden boards to get into the children.

Through the gap, you can see that there are men and women doing what is only done in the dark. They can be seen clearly by the people outside regardless of what they do. It seems that they don't care. This scene falls into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, and he has a strange surprise that he feels like he has returned to the primitive society, or to the most barbaric and foolish primitive tribe of Africa.

“Who's in charge here? ”

Zhang Huai 'an, Captain Zhang Daqiang stood there not very big belly, looked up at the sky and asked, as if he was not communicating with the people in front of him, but in God's divine intercourse.

“That's us. We guard this gathering place. Don't know what you're doing here? I told... um, um..."

The school officer made a statement one step ahead of the other. After just saying two words, he was covered by the policeman beside him. The policeman glanced at the school officer severely, turning his head and exchanging a smiling face like a flower said:

“Never mind... Never mind... he is a hybrid, we are democratic here, everything is discussed, what can you tell us, big things we discuss and we will answer you? ”

After the police finished, the two officers behind them and his cousin Chen Huiyong nodded, only the young man was distracted to wipe off the stains that had long been missing from his face.

“Ha... I said... we came to the door, and if you don't agree, forget it, why are you shooting to scare us? Did you end up with a rocket launcher? If I hadn't been lucky, I might have told you. You'd have to give me an explanation..."

Zhang Huai 'an looked like he had been bullied. He stared at several people with his teeth cut and swept. Zhang Huai 'an's evil man's mouth made him silent at the same time. Even Zhang Xiaoqiang was thunder. Yang Keer wanted to vomit. The convoy standing behind Zhang Huai 'an lowered their heads unawares and studied their own toes. They could not shame this man.

“You... you... you evil... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”

As soon as the schoolmaster heard, his hair stood up, pointing to Zhang Huaian biting his teeth, he jumped a few words out of his teeth, and was then covered in the corner by the police.

Several people at the gathering place were angry and could not help but eat Zhang Huai 'an alive. Zhang Huai 'an did not look at them. He only looked at the sky and waited for the gathering place to be answered. Facelessness is shamelessness. He went out today.

“Yes, yes... it's our fault, it's all our fault, you quench your anger, or you can come to our reception and talk slowly, whatever you want, we'll definitely do it if we can..."

This time, the convoy and Zhang Huai 'an got caught by lightning. Zhang Huai 'an was just shameless. At best, he was just a small man and a shameless man. The police were even fuller than Manqing. After being beaten, he said you were right. What does he want to learn? In the Gospel of Matthew: "Do not resist the evil deeds, who will strike you in the right face and extend your left face as well. ”

Zhang Huai 'an was surprised at first, then reacted. He was also a policeman. Although he was just a small policeman, it had been a storm for decades. What kind of person had never seen him before. He was an unusually cunning guy in front of him. He seemed to speak beautifully, but he didn't make any promises: ‘What do you mean, if he could do it, he could do it?’ If he makes a request, he can't do anything, and says he's doing his best, isn't that boring the convoy?

“Hahaha... my brother is a man of understanding, I can't see it, my brother is not old enough to be in the top position, really the rear waves of the Yangtze River push forward, come on, make me tea, today I will nag my brother. ”

After Zhang Huai 'an finished, the logistics team came to several neatly dressed clean women, moved to a folding square table, put a few folding stools together, brought a teacup, made a few cups of hot tea with a hot water bottle from the motorcade, which doesn't count, followed by someone out a few fruit plates, filled with tea melon seeds, peanuts, beef jerky, pistachio and other refreshments, a large sun umbrella stand behind Zhang Huai 'an to shield him from the sun that didn't exist.

Zhang Huai 'an took Huang Tingwei, Ding Luo, sat at the tea table and invited the police to take a seat. Zhang Huai 'an's sudden dispatch made the police a little messy. The hot tea on the square table and all sorts of rare refreshments, the logistics crew, the atmospheric platoon, all showed how terrible the potential of the convoy was, at least, they couldn't get it out.