Apocalypse Cockroach

There are more than a dozen people, the clothes are undamaged, very dirty, it looks like they haven't washed in a long time, and their faces and hands aren't very clean. These people look very rude. When they showed up, the people who used to watch the noise around them hid in the shack, and the women who sell meat were even more afraid and ran faster than anyone else.

Seeing the confusion caused by the appearance of these people, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not make a sound. He was in a bad mood at this time. He was looking for someone to catch fire. A bunch of stupid birds sent him to the door. He squeezed his eyes and measured the lead guy, and his heart darkened to calculate.

The leader is not young, in his 40s, a grade with Zhang Huai 'an, and the appearance is not a fierce and evil figure, some thick appearance, but the thick appearance, ruined by the lust in his eyes, he opened his yellow-haired teeth, bit a cannon cigarette, squeezed his small eyes to observe Zhang Xiaoqiang group of people.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer stood silent, making this guy mistakenly think that they did not want to cause trouble, his heart was determined, and his courage was raised. He was not looking at the girl kneeling on the ground with the five young children, swinging his head, standing behind him a dozen people, and immediately copied the various kinds of fierce demons in his hands and rushed into the cabins of various women, yelling at them, looking for them.

The scene is a bit confusing, the woman's crying, crying, and being beaten screaming, stirring up the place, Zhang Xiaoqiang noticed that these people rushed into the shelter is all those women's shelter for sale. Normally the poor people's shelter they didn't go in, which makes him a little suspicious. Is there a famous place?

Soon after, the men came out with the little bag of things, and the people standing behind the old man shook a big pocket, a tough bunch of rice, and a cold piece of bread in his pocket.

Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that this is a tax collection, like Ma Sanchun, who was killed by Huang Quan, these people are collecting taxes on clean women who exchange their bodies for food. Those who are beaten by men have no food, and those who plead, want those people to stay a little, see here, Zhang Xiaoqiang forced the killing machine.

“Hand it over, my lord. I'm in a good mood. I can leave you some..."

“No... that's not what I earned, that's what they dug by the lake for. You can't take one, you can't take one...”

The girl was so excited that she stood up and ignored more than a dozen big men, who were arguing to the old man that the vegetables they were digging were outside the tax range of the old man.

The old man's face sank, without him having to say another word, his men rushed out behind him to kick the girl's heart and mouth and rolled the girl over to the ground. The girl was in pain and unable to speak, and then several men went forward to snatch the plastic bag from the child's hand.

The children cried together. They looked at the plastic bags and cried. They looked at the girl who had been kicked to the ground and cried. They had no choice but to cry. Zhang Xiaoqiang could not watch. It was enough. These people had enough death in his eyes to wait for his order.

“Humph... shame on your face, I'll let you know who's in charge of this one today, your little girls I've been thinking about for a long time, today I'm going to open them up and grab them..."

“Wait..." Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and interrupted the old man's words. The old man looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with surprise.

“Explain to me clearly that Kai Yu is what I mean..." Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the old man and said it word for word.

The old man was surprised first, then he thought of something and laughed quickly.

“Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I don't want to eat them, I don't want to eat people, I just want them to warm me up..."

The old man pointed at the little girl, who was only taller than his knee. He shouted in disquiet, but his eyes fluctuated, and surmised Zhang Xiaoqiang's identity and background.

Hearing that it was not a cannibal, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was slightly fixed. He leaned against the wheelchair and gazed at the old man. He asked casually:

“You're very open here. Where did you get it before? How come you haven't seen him? ”

The old man undoubtedly had him, painted and painted about his legendary experience. His name was Yan Huairen, 45 years old, a small employee of the former street office, who was good at seducing people. He could say that he had pulled together a group of hooligans to organize women to sell, collect food sold by women, like to abuse young girls, and with his coincidence mouth, nobody in this place bought his bills and let him mix up a few situations.

“Good. Actually, I speak of rules. If there are rules, you have to follow rules. You collect taxes. That's your rules. Since they are rules, you have to follow them..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that here, Yan Huairen's face was loose. In his view, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want any trouble.

“Unfortunately, you did not comply, you do not know, as long as it is the property by the lake, it is all mine, I want to give it to whomever I want, Ma Sanchun wants to grab food in my mouth, we destroyed it, today another not afraid to die? Leave that old man, the others... kill..."

As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang killed the words, Yang Qiao's delicate body rushed up. She knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not like to meddle in business. Once it was in control, he was going to kill it all. His husband wanted to kill, and his wife naturally went forward.

Yan Huairen had not yet figured out the situation, his men were flushed by Yang Keer, the knife flashed twice, a dozen screaming connections rang. Except Yan Huairen, all those who stood behind him were cut off by the waist, those who were cut off by the waist were not dead for a moment, some were rolling on the ground screaming, some were dragging their intestines on the ground and climbing aimlessly, and others were holding their hands on the ground and staring at their lower half stunned.

Yan Huairen sat in terror on the ground and looked at the tragic situation of his men. He was scared. He had no reaction to the outside world. Yang Ke 'er was too fast. When she returned to Zhang Xiaoqiang, her body was as neat as it had been in the beginning, and no blood was stained at all. He said that Yang Ke 'er was killing people less slowly than the bullet finger.

The tragedy of those people also frightened the girl. She took the five young children into her arms and shook them together. She dared not look at Zhang Xiaoqiang again. In the nests beside her, a pair of cloudy eyes stared dead at the screaming dog's legs on the ground, flashing happily into the hearts of these numbs.

“You two find me a wooden pillar to plant in, and if you don't, send it to the camp. Until then, tie this old thing up, go and somebody copy me the old man's nest, take my rifle, and kill me if anyone stops you..."