Apocalypse Cockroach

“Phew Phew Phew..."

Yellow Springs Column held a large knife in his hand, bent over and gasped heavily. At his feet, a body that had lost its upper half was quietly lying down, surrounded by dozens of extremely tragic corpses. The bloody smell of the sky surrounded Yellow Springs. Every breath of air he breathed into his lungs had tiny foams everywhere.

“Captain Wong Quan, are you all right?” An official Qiaoyun inquiry came from afar, standing beside her a dozen staring teammates, they were all scared, piles of zombie corpses they had become accustomed to, but the human corpses surrounded by Yellow Springs frightened them, the zombies died, a piece of black pressure, and here is the stinging red.

Apart from being shot dead, being smashed to death by the handle of a gun, few other bodies have been cut to death by a knife, and it is these extremely tragic corpses that make the team realize that the biggest difference between humans and zombies is the stinging red.

“Phew”... Huang Quan threw away the knife and slowly shook his head upright. He didn't want to talk. The fight just now cost him a lot of strength and he didn't feel it when it broke out. Once he stopped, deep fatigue made him almost immobile.

A team member carefully walked to Huang Quan and handed him the kettle. Huang Quan took a sip of the kettle and drank half the kettle, drained the remaining half of the kettle over his head. He threw the kettle away at will and took over the pistol sent back by the team member. He looked around and the child hiding in the distance fell into his eyes.

The fierce army car with heavy machine guns brilliantly drove into the sewage shanty area, a dirty sewage spilled by the wheels to the surrounding poor people, those unlucky guys looked at the stinking sewage on their bodies, there was no way to express their dissatisfaction other than bitter laughter and self-perceived unlucky, the heavily armed team members in the military car were not caused by them.

Yellow Springs sat in the passenger seat in a shady face, beside him was a little dot, the child kept pointing in the direction, the little nose smoked, there was no way, the bloody Yellow Springs was beside him.

The vehicle was parked in front of a wooden room as the child was guided, and he nodded, and Yellow Springs pulled the door down to the car and drew a pistol and walked two members of the team to the door.

“Don't come in... don't come in... I have a gun..."

A hysterical howl came out of the wooden board room, the owner of the sound was the former brilliant horse Sanchun, the horse Sanchun had never seen the world before, he was scared, he had never seen a broken hand guy kill as simple as a chicken, dozens of people, whole dozens of people, so killed by Yellow Springs 708.

That bloody springs of sky dance made him afraid to watch any more. He didn't think to kill Yellow Springs with a pistol in his waist. He didn't dare, he was afraid, he was afraid to stare at himself like a hell of a demon. He escaped, abandoned all the men and women who were desperate for him and fled. He was bad enough, cunning enough, but he didn't have enough guts.

He was like a frightened rabbit, he had no other way to think than to hide and tremble in a cave, he regretted, regretted emotions tore his head like poisonous teeth, he blamed himself for being greedy, blamed his own men for not being strong, he blamed Huangquan for being too harsh, he blamed everything, now that God had found the door, the only thing he could rely on was a Type 77 pistol in his hand.

“Touch...” The door was kicked open, Ma Sanchun screamed like a woman, closing his eyes and punching seven bullets out of the pistol together, until his shaky fingers could no longer snap the pistol before he opened his eyes.

No one at the door, empty, nothing, the open wooden door 708 scattered several shooting eyes, the open log fiber landed on the dark ground seemed to laugh at his gutless, Ma San Chundo shivered to replace the pistol with bullets, but the small magazine could not get into the handle.

Ma Sanchun's cold sweat fell like a rain spot. His heart became more nervous. His hands were under his head. His pistol fell to the ground with a magazine clip. He bent over to pick it up. There were still guns with excess temperature pointing at his forehead.

Ma Sanchun dared not move, holding the bent position and shifting his gaze up, the fire flashed, he knew nothing.

“Phew... scum...” Yellow Springs spit on the dead horse Sanchun, turning around and walking out the door, a teammate with a rifle alerted the surrounding probe to the poor, while another teammate grabbed the dirty little boy, who was still holding the woven bag in his hand.

“Team Huang, this kid wants to run, I'm holding him, you see..." The crew reported to the Huang Quan reporter's little move, Huang Quan gauged the little boy with his eyes closed.

The little boy's face was dirtier than meow's. He couldn't see his face clearly. He could tell from the spiritual eyes that the child was very spiritual. The little boy was afraid of yellow springs, as can be seen from the pupils magnified by fear in his eyes.

“You go to his house, he has family, you take them with you. If not, let him pack his personal belongings and tell him that he was recruited by the convoy...”

The child honestly took the team members to his house, he dared not object in any way. Yellow Springs' killing was seen in his eyes from beginning to end. For such a killing, it was still good to obey.

“Yellow team, there are more than 20 bags of rice, some dried vegetables, some other sundries, and..."

“Say..." Yellow Springs leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes and listened to the return of the team members.

“There are six other women without clothes. Are these loots?” The team swallowed his saliva and asked, "The shocked glance just now made him salivate. The girls are all good looking. He has never touched a woman since he came out of the base, and a fire in his heart is holding up.

“Count... why not...”

The players' eyes shone brightly, and the second half also began to move silly.

“Take it back to Officer Zhang to join the logistics team, how can it be a labor force, isn't it? ”

The team member's bright eyes dimmed, and even if he entered the logistics base, he was hopeless, and his position was far from enough to feed two women.

Teammates and drivers carried out a bag of rice and left it at the door. Six women stood in awe outside the door waiting to be arranged by the new owner. Yellow Springs sat in the car and closed his eyes. The truck dispatched from the camp was still halfway there. He was waiting for the teammates to bring the children back.

“Who are you, dare to come to us *..." A delicate drink came from not far away, Yellow Springs eyes slammed open, turning around and turning the gun and aiming at the questioner.

The shouting man stood still at the same time as Huang Quan. The two men stood still and the previously aggressive barrel of guns drowned like a dead snake.

“Yellow Springs? Yellow Springs! It's really you, you're not dead...” It's exciting to see a woman officer in summer uniform staring at the bloody Yellow Springs.

“Zhao Xiaobo... are you divided into WH? ”

“Team Huang... we're back.” Yellow Springs did not go to see the female officers, turning to see the team members carrying a pile of rubbish and walking over with a younger little girl, beside whom the little boy was carrying a wrecked roll of paved roll.

“Team Wong, I can't help it. This kid won't leave without all this crap. Look..." The team members complained to Huang Quan.

“Throw it away and go back and replace it with a new one...” Huang Quan's words were thoroughly executed, and the female officer walked forward and looked at it in confusion.

“Aren't you a lieutenant? What do they call you, Captain? Where did you get the blood? Why did you move Ma Sanchun? ”