Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang, extremely depressed, swept into the big cloth pocket in the blood pocket. That is Yan Huairen's tax collection today. The team members can't see the blood stained food. Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes shine. As long as it is food, even if it is stained with blood, what are they afraid of? Hengyang also had wounded soldiers drinking dirty water floating with corpse oil.

A piece of bread cake, a piece of rice dumplings went to the children's hands, most children swallowed their heads with food, others carefully held it back to share with their mother. Zhang Xiaoqiang was most relieved by a three-year-old bean dinger, who first thanked the members of the team who sent the food before walking to the distance with the food a woman who looked up to her door.

Teammates sending food to children caused a rush in the shanty area. Although the adults dared not come forward to ask for it, they came up with a message that Zhang Xiaoqiang had no shortage of food and was very attracted to children, which made them come up with a wrong message, believing that only then could they mix a long-term meal ticket.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to dispose of Huairen, who he had forgotten about, he was interrupted again, interrupting him not as a child, not as a woman, but as a man.

Less than forty years old, Mediterranean hairstyle, bald head, like the unicorn kid in Chinese mythology, the eyebrows are quite handsome, but his handsome appearance was ruined by his care and glamour, not like a man of the house, kind of like a traitor nodding to ghosts.

The clothes were just as shattering as most people in the shanty area. He had the same yellow muscles on his face as those people. He flashed his face and gently swallowed it to Zhang Xiaoqiang's front. Carefully asked:

“This chief, do you want a little girl? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak, looked at him coldly, trying to understand what this man meant, didn't see, not long ago he ordered the killing of more than a dozen people, still not afraid to die?

“I... my name is Takahashi... used to...”

“I don't want to know your name. I don't want to know if you used to be a big boss or a big entrepreneur. I'm busy. Bullshit. It's okay. Get out of the way..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang impatiently talked more about this man, and there is also a Yan Huairen waiting for him to clean up.

“Yes, yes... my mouth is cheap, I'm damned...” The man dared not go on, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes filled with anger.

“I want to beg the chief to give me a bowl of food, I can do anything..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang only then measured this man slightly seriously. The man was the first man to assemble in front of him to recommend himself. Let alone say if he really has the ability. Just because he has the courage or is it good, I just don't know why he wants to rely on Zhang Xiaoqiang to accommodate him?

“Feed ten and twenty, I can still feed..." Zhang Xiaoqiang said here, Takahashi smiled, then Zhang Xiaoqiang turned: “Why should I feed you for nothing? ”

“Not for nothing, not for nothing...” Takahashi exclaimed, turning around and shouting in the shack not far away:

“Why don't you get the hell out of here and drag me to starve to death..."

Shortly after Takahashi shouted, a little girl slowly swallowed out of the den, the girl was not tall, similar to meow, very thin body, not much stronger than that snowflake, fluttering face, can not really see the specific age.

The girl walked slowly, but Takahashi was anxious. He rushed over to grab the girl's ear and pulled her over. He grabbed the hem of his clothes and rubbed the girl's face vigorously. He seemed to want to wipe her clean for inspection by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Who is she and why should she listen to you?” Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was gloomy. It seemed that he was looking for happiness when he came out, but after two or three successive encounters, he was stuck with a piece of crap that had not yet been disposed of by Yan Huairen. Then a tall bridge emerged. How many idiots did the world have?

“She's my daughter. She's an elite. She's twelve years old. You look beautiful. She hasn't fully grown up yet. If you take her back and raise her for a few days, she'll be even prettier...”

Takahashi pushed his girl in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, pinched the dead, yellow and thin face of the elite, and showed Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had nothing to say by Takahashi. The little girl was his daughter. He was a father and sold her to him. She didn't necessarily have to be what she was, or she might want to make her daughter feel better.

After Zhang Xiaoqiang found something wrong, the little girl was quite pretty, even if the long hunger made her face yellow hair dry, and there was no blood after Takahashi rubbed it with a coat collar, it could be seen that this little girl had the potential to become a beautiful woman.

It's just that this girl doesn't have any light in her eyes, it's empty, it's like a pool of dead water, and the kids just now are hungry, and she's also skinny, and she can see a little craving, a little craving for food, a little craving for life, and this elite in front of her seems to have lost everything that interests her.

How does this girl resemble that little girl who was tortured by a perverted old man? Perhaps the suffering and destruction of this little girl is worse than her honest little sister, or at least she endures constant hunger.

“..." the little girl's linen tablet-like top was ripped apart by Takahashi, the naive delicate body suffered too much pain, the eye-catching shock can no longer describe Zhang Xiaoqiang's feelings at this time, he was shocked, even if his heart was ready, even if he had guessed something already, when the little girl's wounded and tired frail body appeared in front of him, he was still shocked.

Snowflake and most of the prostitutes here have more or less scars, left behind by violent men in the past who also feel repressed, without foreign aid, without food, without hope, to let these men vent their pressure on women who are weaker than they are.

Compared to the little girl, the scars on Yuying's body were hairy rain. Compared to the little girl, the tired scars on the honest man's little sister when Zhang Xiaoqiang was rescued were nothing. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was used to being a zombie and bloody, was somewhat afraid to continue watching. Yang Cole around him shouted and covered her lips. Meow directly turned her back. At this moment, Meow realized how good Zhang Xiaoqiang was to her.

“Look, she can endure all kinds of abuse. Whatever the puppies were, you can take her back and do whatever you want, even if you let her crawl on the ground forever..."

Takahashi's eyebrows were dancing his daughter, as if the flickering elite in his hand was not his natural flesh, but a toy, a puppet.

Takahashi was full of confidence. Especially just now, Zhang Xiaoqiang took away a few young girls and made him think that this man in a wheelchair had turned into a sexual fun after losing the ability of a man. Then, he pushed his daughter out of the room for his own good. Why was he confident? Didn't you see Zhang Xiaoqiang staring at his eyes full of laughter?