Apocalypse Cockroach

After the shooting, Grandpa Bear drank heavily and drank the words with a fierce killing breath.

“Ah!!! ”

The man who stood in front of the crowd looked at his fellow gunmen and yelled at Zhang Xiaoqiang, his face twisted, his hands didn't do anything, he ran straight to him, his eyes were full of despair, the man had given up capturing Zhang Xiaoqiang, a look of death.

“Go... go..."

When the man moved, the bear standing behind him rode the iron, yelled out, two shots were fired at the finger heaven. The two shots of the bear were like whips in the hearts of the people. They drank loudly and rushed to Zhang Xiaoqiang with despair and hope.

“Mare Gobi...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his mouth and yelled, NP22 in his hand shot in a row, the bullet flew out, he automatically entered dynamic vision, a particle bullet spinning towards the eyebrows of those men, his left hand slowly extended to the spare magazine, he did a dual use in dynamic vision.

A man's eyebrows were swept apart by flying bullets into his skull. As soon as they were shot, they could no longer feel any perception. There were men falling down. There were men tripping over each other. There were people standing on the back of a man who had been tripped over, and they continued to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was quite calm, the wrist thread did not move, his fingers snapped, and the corners of his eyes were still swept in the crowd. Eventually, he found himself standing at the end looking cold at his middle-aged man, Bear.

The last bullet was ejected, Zhang Xiaoqiang slid out of the empty magazine, his left hand bolted into the magazine, the sound of the shot continued to sound, his left hand continued to stroke towards the magazine bag between his waist, with dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang was like opening a gold finger, as long as the continuous firepower of the pistol was maintained, he was confident to shoot all the people who came up.

When he fired the third bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand touched the magazine bag. The three 15-shot spare magazines he had prepared were empty of two. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that his daily shooting exercises had not only emptied the bullets in the ammunition box, but even his spare magazine was empty of two. He cried bitterly in his heart and could only continue shooting with a hard scalp, hoping that the men would eventually be intimidated by him.

Again, he fired two bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected the gun, he was going to kill the bear hidden behind him, the thief captured the king first, just deflected, he saw the bear's only eyes staring at him like a venomous snake, holding a silver-grey pistol in each hand, the gunpoint of the black hole was aiming at him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang got cold in his heart. The two guns in Bear's hand first rang. The two bullets fired almost simultaneously from Bear's two guns. The spinning bullets flew straight towards him. Dynamic vision allowed Zhang Xiaoqiang to predict the trajectory and ultimate goal of the bullet flight. It was his hands that clearly wanted to capture him alive.

With the biggest threat, Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cared about the men who jumped at him, only those two bullets in his eyes, condescending, silent calculations in his mind, fingers twitching, two bullets flying out of the gun mouth before and after, when the pistol fired, such as the slow rhythm of gunfire into his eardrum, four bullets collided with each other in the middle of the sky, turning to fly around.

“Touch..." The third bullet was fired by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The target was the bear with the gun. The bear was an old river and lake. Numerous times in his life, he was extremely cautious. At the same time, Zhang Xiaoqiang shot slightly biased his head. Before that, Zhang Xiaoqiang killed people in the eyebrow. One shot took his life. The bear was betting that Zhang Xiaoqiang's bullet would be pointed at his eyebrow.

The bear won the bet, the shouting bullet crossed his cheek, tore off his ear, the ear was carried by the bullet, before the blood seeped out, the great pain had hit the bear's nerves.

Master Bear did not scream or cover his ear with his hands. He merely frowned and did not hesitate to fire again. This time he no longer believed in his method of shooting, two guns fired continuously and eight bullets were fired by him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised that he missed his hand, but could not turn a blind eye to the bullet that flew in. In a short time, he fired all seven bullets from the barrel. In his heart, it was not good, the ammunition was exhausted, and another bullet came towards his right hand.

In the space between Zhang Xiaoqiang and Master Bear, fourteen bullets collided with each other, emitting a spark of ignition to fly around. Two men running towards Zhang Xiaoqiang were hit by stray bullets and screamed. The last bullet crossed the short space and went straight to Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had dynamic vision, but his right hand had not yet been able to dodge the bullet before it arrived. In a hurry, he flipped his wrist and pointed his gun back at the bullet.

“Ding..." NP22 was violently vibrated, Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the pistol and let it fall under the wheelchair.

“Pfft...” was another two shots fired, and the bear ejected the last two bullets from the pistol.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not go to see any bullets fly in this time, did not go to calculate the drop point of the bullets. As the bear finger pulled up, he lifted the side of the wheelchair and took himself down with the wheelchair.

One of the two bullets flew past the wheelchair, fell behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, and one bullet shot at the side-flapping wheel rim, making a strange noise, drilling into the back of the chair and carrying a sponge, passing through Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist side.

Master Bear had a habit of having only two pistols and not carrying a spare magazine. When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang dodging the last two bullets, he inserted an empty gun into the holster between his waist, pulled up his sleeve, and a stainless steel chain dart reflecting a halo wrapped tightly around his arm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fell to the ground. He just wanted to get up and see the crowd jumping in front of him. The man nearest to him was only five or six meters away.

In a critical moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the triangle stab and swung it out. The triangle stab flashed a short distance between the men's necks. The man seemed to have no sense. His eyes sparkled with an exciting glow. In his brain, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no gun in his hand, his head was not his own, his eyes were close, he opened his arms, his big mouth was open, and he wanted to make a happy howl.

“Phew..." the man didn't scream out, fell at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, stuck his blood in the triangle of his carotid artery constantly, in the blood dance, he lost his final strength.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stay where he was. He rolled over on the ground beside him. During the rolling, a triangular stab was thrown out by him. An excited man lost his life in the final delight and fell silently on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shot 11 triangular assassinations in a row and killed 11 men. The last one he missed, the triangular stab · stuck in a man's shoulder pocket, making the man howl.

Zhang Xiaoqiang practiced shooting all day, his wrist was extremely sour and numb, and then he was severely struck. Twelve triangular stabs almost lost his strength to raise his hand.

Without the triangle prick, Zhang Xiaoqiang Company rolled over. He saw that the corner was only a short distance from him. As long as he landed outside, the scene would surely be spotted by the camp sentry post, and he could wait for backup if he persisted.

This line of distance seems to be a joke of God, a snake spitting like a spirited chain dart quietly wrapped around his legs, Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs had just been wrapped, not waiting for him to move, a huge force came from the chain dart and dragged him to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the ground and looked around him and flashed. A twisted face appeared flashing beside him. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and waved his arms on the ground to catch something to fix himself.

The ground was very smooth, there was nothing embedded in the ground to let him grab it, eventually he caught a big foot in sneakers, Zhang Xiaoqiang flipped the person, grabbed the person's body, and wanted to delay dragging his chain dart for a while.

Unfortunately, the bear holding the chain dart was strong enough. He didn't care about adding one more person. He just dragged Zhang Xiaoqiang deep. In front of him, several people came to Zhang Xiaoqiang with fishing nets. At this time, they were still reluctant to give up catching Zhang Xiaoqiang alive.

The man held by Zhang Xiaoqiang flipped back to God, shouting back at Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang hit the person's brow bone, knocked the man out, slightly dizzy, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his body stop, the chain stopped dragging, not much thought, Zhang Xiaoqiang strangled the man's neck vigorously, sweeping the man left and right as a weapon.

After a scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang then sat up and saw a man with a fishing net fall on the ground. The man's right foot was twisted in a strange position, and the man was broken by the human weapon in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw here, the chain dart wrapped around his legs dragged him down again, and the metal chain sound of Sysso came from him. An elongated metal chain was thrown a half circle by the bear, swinging down vigorously, and the metal chain threw up with a big wave at lightning speed, severely smoked in Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand.

Like a brick of red charcoal thrown on his arm, Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand couldn't hold the man, loosened, and after loosening, severe pain made him unable to hold back to his abdomen, at which point, a fishing net covered him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang never expected that one day he would be netted by a group of ordinary people, which made him angry, and in anger he struggled wildly.

The fishing net did not know what the material was. As Zhang Xiaoqiang's struggle became tighter and tighter, Zhang Xiaoqiang was struggling, his strength quickly lost, a bit of tiredness and dizziness hit his mind. He did not want to give up, his mind decided on an idea, and he could not let others catch him alive. He Zhang Xiaoqiang could not abandon this person.

Dizziness made him squeal in his ears, the murmurs of the men around him, his own loud breath, his body rubbing sand on the ground, and a single shot went into his head.

The restraints are getting stronger and harder for him to breathe, his brain is starting to congest, his eyes are getting a little bloated, and everything around him is blurred through the tiny mesh.

“Hu... Hu... Hu...” Zhang Xiaoqiang can no longer hear, all the surrounding voices are meaningless, noisy, in this noise. The only thing he can recognize is his breath.

Slowly, slowly, Zhang Xiaoqiang's struggle became smaller and smaller, and eventually became a subconscious struggle, which seemed not to be moving.

The surrounding crowd slowly approached, they knew that the people in the network were powerful, the previously dense and numb crowd became sparse, the missing half died in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands, they did not know whether Zhang Xiaoqiang was really exhausted of power, or pretended, they were very careful, Zhang Xiaoqiang had fallen into the network, their task had been largely accomplished, although many people died, as long as it was not them, they did not want to fuck that idleness.

A filthy looking man carefully walked to find Xiaoqiang, crossed the net, stabbed him gently with his finger, saw Zhang Xiaoqiang did not move, pushed him with his hand again, still did not move, man relieved, pounded on Zhang Xiaoqiang, yelled rice on his mouth, woman.

Others saw the appearance pouring forward, not pressing Zhang Xiaoqiang with the previous man, cheering in his mouth.

“Pull..." Like the moon teeth, the sparkling rat king blade cut open the fishing net and gently drew an arc on Zhang Xiaoqiang's right side.