Apocalypse Cockroach

The sharp dart head was about to reach Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyelids didn't move a single word. The right hand of the rat king's blade was just going to knock on the chain body, causing the dart to turn. How could he know that the dart's head would turn one step ahead, the rat king's blade was empty, and the chain dart drew an arc, rolling back at his neck, to wrap him around his neck and strangle him upside down.

“Pfft” Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his left hand and caught a sharp dart mountain. He photographed it and flew to one side of the dart's head, which was violently retracted by the chain and fell into the hands of Master Bear.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the bear, one sitting on the ground, one standing tall, compared to the image, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was too far away. Looking at him, he had arrived in the Jedi, and the bear was as neat as the beginning. There was not even a single wrinkle on his clothes, as if he were the ultimate winner.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth sitting on the ground with a smile, a relaxed face, worse, can be compared to being trapped in the net and unable to move?

Bear's eyes were cold and his face flashed. He didn't expect this moment to be a stalemate. The means would be exhausted without taking down this cripple. On the contrary, his side of the road was heavy and his courage was exhausted. Zhang Xiaoqiang was more courageous, and the advantage he had previously created was exhausted. Zhang Xiaoqiang escaped from poverty and his men were useless. His chain darts seemed useless to Zhang Xiaoqiang?

“Listen up, all of you, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

The Bear was on fire, shouting loudly, and speaking softly, without previous warmth, like a fierce fire.

In Sysozo, a man stood up in ashes, desperate to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang, bloodstained on the ground, grieving in his heart, unspeakable. They squeezed their fists tightly, bullied their chest, chewed between their teeth, and slipped a bloody color down from their chin on their bitten lips.

After the first shout, all the men shouted together. They rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with red eyes. They either held stones or held knives and sticks. They did not want to catch Zhang Xiaoqiang alive. They only wanted to fight, desperately, earn a living for themselves and their families.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's men jumped again, without previous tension, his legs together, smashed hard to the ground, between slight vibrations, Zhang Xiaoqiang bounced up, rolled backwards, more than a dozen heels in a row, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled to the side of the wheelchair, he grabbed the wheelchair and pulled the whole body from the ground, he stood on the ground.

The crowd pounced, Zhang Xiaoqiang left hand grabbed the wheelchair sweep, between collisions, three or two people flew out, Zhang Xiaoqiang put the wheelchair forward one step, left foot stepped, moved forward half a step, swung a blade to cut a short knife, by the spare force will pounce one person open his stomach, the person held the half-cutter knife and swung it up behind Xiaoqiang, after connecting a few steps, countless internal organs shaken from his chest, wrapped him around his leg, tripped him, he fell to the ground, gripped the knife handle, stared at the bloodstained ground on the cheek with his athless eyes, in the thoughtless, swallowed the last breath.

Zhang Xiaoqiang used the wheelchair as a cane and shield, the warriors fought in the middle of the battle, the power of the Mouse King's blade was exerted in the close fight, the knife broke, the blood was pouring, the screaming, Zhang Xiaoqiang resembled an iron man, in the bloody wave, a body with an unmeditating eye fell behind him, he went up against the flow in the crazy crowd, a luxurious head, couldn't help shouting.

This is his Zhang Xiaoqiang. At this time, he has no regrets in his heart. Even if he is slaughtered in the next second, he has no regrets. He has had enough wheelchairs. He was a strong man washed out in the fight. He does not like to be a weak man. He loves to kill, he loves to kill.

“Ha!”

After a big drink, a man jumped forward in front of the shadow, his legs tightened, his torso half-leaned, flew in the middle of the sky towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, the bottom of the black shoes raised by the face was indefinitely enlarged. He retracted the blade of the swinging mouse king and greeted it silently. The sole of the shoe was cut off. More than that, the sharp blade cut off one of his feet like tofu, cut off his calf, cut open the red and white bone between his thighs, and inserted it into the man's abdomen.

“Touch..."

The man could not have screamed in time. In a moment of numbness, he jumped in the air and smashed his half mutilated body into Zhang Xiaoqiang's body. Zhang Xiaoqiang was wiped back by the man for a few steps. His left hand unconsciously loosened the wheelchair. The man fell to the ground and sprayed blood. The atheist looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang. Until he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang lose his wheelchair, the man laughed, and then his head crooked aside and completely lost its splendor.

“Go, go, go, go.”

Master Bear shouted, saw Zhang Xiaoqiang lost his crutches and shield, he thought their chance had come. After shouting, he rushed in one step. The man had not arrived yet, the chain sounded, and the dart that Fung Mang appeared to fly towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's throat. Apparently, he also extinguished Zhang Xiaoqiang's thought alive, only to kill him at this time.

Without him, Zhang Xiaoqiang behaved too strongly, he could be 100 in a wheelchair, wait for Zhang Xiaoqiang to fully recover, and a few more people could rival Zhang Xiaoqiang. At this moment, it was Master Bear's selfishness, forgetting to exchange Zhang Xiaoqiang for a missile.

Without the wheelchair, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not in a hurry. Even if he dies, what happens? He did something beyond his imagination, why should he die as a soldier?

Zhang Xiaoqiang roared, forgetting that he was not good at walking, and moved his clumsy steps to welcome him up, one step, two steps, three steps.

“When..."

The rat king's blade knife knife on the dart head, Zhang Xiaoqiang's strength is full, the bouncing dart head flies backwards towards the bear with the chain tail, the speed is more than double that of Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Master Bear is not afraid, he is used to chain darts, chain darts habit he knows more than anyone, slightly twisting neck, chain darts falling empty, shape reversed, long chain wrapped around him, sidestepping, all drunk, the fallen darts have not erased the leeway, circumvented an arc, shot at Zhang Xiaoqiang again.

This time the speed is different. Zhang Xiaoqiang's force, coupled with the Bear's force, the dart's head was faster than imagined. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not take a closer look at him. It was like walking in the back garden, watching a butterfly dance in green clothes, the mouse king's blade in his hand was in front of those men, there was no hair between them, cutting off their weapons, cutting off their heads, the head rolling room, Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected his side. If Xiaoqiang's dart rubbed his lips into the throat of one of the people beside him,

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly adapted to his movements. He was like watching a slow movie. In the slow motion room of those men, he killed those men at a slightly faster speed than the men. The result was Master Bear, the faster his chain dart, the higher the speed, the longer Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the dynamic time.

The scene was extremely chaotic. Zhang Xiaoqiang formed a vortex around the center. The surrounding men forgot to live and die, shouted and drank. One of them rushed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's knife and two segments. The bear also lost his previous style. He kept swimming around Zhang Xiaoqiang for a moment. The chain darts in his hand turned around in circles. As soon as he saw the opportunity, regardless of its size, the sharp darts burst out like the head of a venomous snake.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who has dynamic vision, no matter how hidden or weird the direction of darts came, he can always block them, and sometimes shoot some enemies with chain darts. Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs appeared flexible. In the end, he was not passive enemy killer, but actively chased them. First, he slowly chased them, and in the end, he turned into a small run.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been able to run small, could not feel his change. The men who had forgotten to kill Zhang Xiaoqiang could not feel his change. They slowly decreased in invisibility. By the end of the day, the bear suddenly found that there were less than 10 of his men. Only 10 of them were still timid and had been afraid to rush into the periphery. At this moment, they were not surrounding Zhang Xiaoqiang, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was chasing them.

“Fall back... Fall back..."

Master Bear can't stand it, there is a panic in his heart that hasn't felt for a long time. It falls like a cold sweat point. Zhang Xiaoqiang is not sitting in a wheelchair before. He can only shoot with a pistol. He is a master who can run and jump. The scene is full of corpses, and the meat shop is here. Master Bear no longer wants to stay in this place.

“Want to run? It's not that easy. Leave my life..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang killed more and more courageously. When he heard Master Bear's Khan retreat, he shouted and roared out the resentment in his heart. At this point, he can't remember anything else, all he needs to do is kill and use it to quell the frustration and depression he had accumulated in the previous days.

The rest of us couldn't survive long enough to hear the Bear scream. He shot the door and ran away. He didn't take a closer look. Zhang Xiaoqiang chased after him and chased him. He felt that the man who fled ahead seemed to be slowing down. He could easily catch up with them and cut off their heads with the mouse blade at will.

“Ha..."

Running in front of him, the bear suddenly turned around, the chain dart in his hand came back again, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to kowtow like before, the mouse king blade had not yet been touched by the dart head, the bear's right hand shook suddenly, a straight chain like a spear wave, the dart changed an angle in the air, entangled by a prick, surrounded by Zhang Xiaoqiang's right hand, tied his right hand with a knife.

“Come on... he's tied up..."

Hearing Master Bear scream, the rest of the people peered cheaply, had a fever, and shouted and rushed over.

The serrations on the back of the Mouse King's blade were laid on a tight chain. As the wrist turned, the serrations broke it, and the broken noodles of the chain went down as soft as they were, accelerating again. Zhang Xiaoqiang cut the vegetables and killed the remaining few people clean, standing next to several fleshy corpses, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up, but no longer saw the lead one-eyed man.