Apocalypse Cockroach

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“How's my technology? Ten rings is nine rings, you're a master, right? ”

“Ca... Ca... Ca...” Meow was loaded, ignoring Zhang Xiaoqiang's self-bragging, Zhang Xiaoqiang was bored, casually said:

“I understand, I understand, seeing people who are stronger than myself, their hearts are always sour, it doesn't matter, you're small, there are endless possibilities..."

Meow is still small, can't understand Zhang Xiaoqiang's words at the first time, she has a bullet in her hand, thinking slowly in her heart, suddenly, she understands what Zhang Xiaoqiang is saying, Zhang Xiaoqiang means that he is better at gunfire than she?

“Humph... shameless..."

Meow was silent beside Zhang Xiaoqiang for too long. Today she finally couldn't bear to say three words. Her voice was naive and crisp, like a nightingale singing at night. She spoke Mandarin and the words were round and sound.

“Ha, your boy can finally talk, it's rare, hurry... open your voice Uncle to listen? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think of anything else, but got excited. Meow spoke to him less than the iron tree blossom.

Meow meow, let Zhang Xiaoqiang scream a broken voice no more, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not angry, meow meow:

“How old are you? I said, why haven't you changed your voice? If you can't change your voice, you're not a teenager, you're a child, you're such a big child, Z."

When Meow heard Zhang Xiaoqiang actually said he was a child, he looked at him angrily. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw meow staring at herself like a little flower cat, he squeezed his eyebrows at her, meow turned a big white eye, ignored him, grabbed an empty magazine, and loaded a bullet.

“Silence is acquiescence, I understand you, seeing your uncle so good, you feel inferior, there's no need to learn to be ashamed and then..."

Meow was intolerable and stood up and pulled out her Type 92 pistol, aiming at a rake 50 meters away and pulling the trigger continuously, a magazine full of fifteen bullets in one breath.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stunned. He glanced at the rake 50 meters away. There was a bullet hole in the middle of the red circle at the center of the wooden target. The bullet hole was the reference point of the concentric circle.

As long as there is an object flying at high speeds, Zhang Xiaoqiang can enter dynamic vision. In dynamic vision, he clearly sees the first bullet ejected in the middle, and the 14 bullets behind him are rehearsed into a line, which in turn penetrates through the bullet hole, without traction. Each bullet passes just right through, without sweeping to the target around the bullet hole, empty.

“Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... ha..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled dry and smiled several times. He said to an arrogant meow:

“Well, there's a bullet on the target, and next time, keep trying to get the rest of the bullet on the target..."

In this case, Meow stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang, the corner of her mouth slightly widened, a bright saliva pulled down the long silk, Meow was really silly, her own achievements knew, heartfelt rebuttal but did not know how to say, after all, she only shot one eye on the target.

“Well... that's it, you go play, I'll shoot myself..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not wait for Meow to react. He drove her aside and grabbed the magazine onto NP22. He aimed at the rake and opened fire again, looking serious.

“Huh..." Zhang Xiaoqiang exhaled, lowered his pistol, wiped the sweat off his face with his arm, leaned over the ammunition box next to him to fish for bullets, stroked for half a day, Zhang Xiaoqiang found only five bullets, looked at the thick shell on the side of the wheelchair, Zhang Xiaoqiang rested on the back of the chair, and unconsciously, he emptied the bullet in one of the ammunition boxes.

The rake in the distance has been changed three times. This is the fourth rake. Originally Zhang Xiaofeng was a little lazy. The pistol was a little unconscious. He couldn't practice for a while. He just wanted to find something to do. This was the way to tease Meow Meow. Later, Meow Wei, fifteen bullets passed through a point and gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a great shock. Unconsciously, Meow actually threw him off on the pistol far away.

Shame and then Yong did not say to Meow, but to listen to herself, Meow was angry because Zhang Xiaoqiang's rogue, but left him to play aside, Zhang Xiaoqiang was no longer distracted, regardless of how acidic the wrist head was, chewed his teeth with meticulous shooting practice, countless dynamic vision made him not faint after the end, but rather normal as eating and drinking water.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared silently at the distant target, silent, the target was clean, didn't want to be the first. Even the wooden rod of the vertical target was punched out of several caves. There was only one cave above it, the center of the concentric circle, 500 rounds of bullets brought him to meow level.

NP22 in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand was dismembered, various parts were carefully maintained. Five hundred rounds of continuous shooting had a great impact on the gun itself. The gun's useful life was seriously damaged. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care. The barrel life of 20,000 rounds of ammunition was not blown out, and how it wore out was stronger than that of a Type 92 pistol.

“Ka...” The new magazine was stuck in the handle. Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready to shoot again. Think about it? Drop the pistol, he has been shot thirty times, each bullet is empty and there is no need to continue practicing.

Insert the pistol back into the waist room, Zhang Xiaoqiang is going to call back Meow, go to the market together, looked around and didn't see anyone, then turned the wheelchair to go outside the market.

Zhang Xiaoqiang wandered around the market. He was bored and wanted to go back. However, he met a person in front of him who looked familiar with the satchel. It seemed to be a style with himself. He looked back at the back of the chair on the side of his old military satchel many years ago, and it was empty.

“Shit..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in his heart, someone stole it from his head, thinking of the genuine disc in the satchel, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the wheelchair and chased forward.

The people in front walked quickly, didn't have too many stares, buried their shoulder bags in their arms and walked through the small market, walked to the gathering place against the wall by the lake, with strong arms, spinning the wheelchair like a flying, tightly embedded behind the man.

The two left the market one after the other, and the two players watching in the market area just turned around and found out that Zhang Xiaoqiang had lost his trail. He didn't really want to think that Zhang Xiaoqiang had returned to the camp and turned towards the camp.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stared closely at the man. He hated the man in his heart. Others didn't steal it. He had to steal it from his head. If he hadn't happened to see the bag, he really didn't know he had been robbed.

The man in front of him kept burying his head and didn't look behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt something was wrong. He had not been stolen before. He didn't know what a real thief was like. He could only follow behind. He was ready to shoot the man in the back and retrieve his bag.