Apocalypse Cockroach

Little middle-aged Jing sighed loudly, turned around and ran away. He could see that this, the kind of evolutionist who used to turn upside down the gathering place, he knew a little more than anyone else, that's exactly what made him feel the crisis, this guy must be unable to get in.

Wan Qiang himself had not been shot, suddenly, the tingling and burning of his body scared him, all he knew was that he had been shot, very painful, since the mutation, passivated skin had not yet been so painful, he rolled on the ground and imagined his final destination.

The bullet was still shooting, and all kinds of knives and sticks hit him in the face. He didn't know what the normal reaction was after he was shot. All he knew was that he was going to die, and he was going to die soon.

Thinking that he would die soon, there was despair in his grief, he yelled, bounced his leg on a man's leg bone, the man screamed, leaned out, on his head and feet, one leg folded halfway back in the air.

With the first, there was the second, and he kicked all the red-eyed men around him out, slowly climbing up from the ground, the gunfire had stopped long ago, and the man with the magazine in the sky was clumsily staring at Wan Qiang with his rifle.

Wan Qiang climbed up from the ground still a little confused. He turned his head and looked down at his chest. The dense and numb dots on his chest were covered with blood flowers. As long as the bullet hit the area, it appeared to be skin and flesh. At best, it was just an extracutaneous wound.

“Ow!!!” Wan Qiang got excited, he finally understood that his body was strong, full of confidence, became fearless, rushed towards the men with guns, those men could not accept, looked at Wan Qiang and rushed over, feeling extremely scared, wanted to escape, his body was soft, they could not control their legs.

Wan Qiang picked up a man's collar, raised him high above the head of the country, and held the man's Wan Qiang in one hand. If Zhang Xiaoqiang saw it, he would have no doubt that it was a D2, “Ha!!!” The man was thrown dozens of meters away, falling to the ground and turning into a sack of flesh and blood.

With his right fist swinging hard on the head of the second man, the man was half empty and half of his head was lost. His nostrils were embedded in his chest, his eyes shocked, and he jumped straight to the ground, unable to move.

The third man erupted when he was afraid to reach the extreme point. He grabbed the hot barrel and flipped it between Wan Qiang's legs. Wan Qiang did not squat with his pants covered like a normal man. Did he stare at the man with red eyes? The man took a step back, his rifle fell to the ground and looked at Wan Qiang foolishly.

Wan Qiang bowed down and fished the man up at will. He dragged the man's leg with his right hand and danced like a windmill. He threw him hard at the last man who turned and fled.

The man dancing in the middle of the sky shouted a high trembling sound, hitting his companion, and after a broken bone crisp, the two men lay on the ground in a strange shape.

Wan Qiang gasped coarsely, his grey red eyes swept around, he could not see an enemy, he was relieved, picked up several rifles from the ground, turned back to the den, looked for a personal statement, put down the rifle and chased to the place where the middle-aged man escaped.

The gathering place is small, the brains of several forces are generally familiar, Wan Qiang knows the middle-aged view, has not been touched before, without a watch, he does not know the man's nest.

Millions of strong people walking in the streets are particularly noticeable, gray red with cold and indifferent eyes, bald head that reflects the sun, and wrong muscles on the branches, most notably the numerous bean-sized wounds on his chest.

Wan Qiang walked on the street, the chest wounds were all naturally shut up. When he saw those wounds shrink to the size of yellow beans, Wan Qiang stopped, then a thunderous roar came through his belly.

He stopped, his stomach burning like hunger tormented him, hunger burned his nerves, his consciousness a little blurred, the people standing on the street, in his eyes as if he had become a roasted chicken, spreading a tempting colour to him.

Wan Qiang was almost controlled by his diving hunger, reached out his hand to grab a living life to eat, and finally a little reason made his teeth bite on his tongue, the smell of salt and pain woke him up, and found the person beside him far away, he stood in the center of the street, his right hand held a man in front of his chest, a man stretched his tongue, looked at him in horror, his face was red, his pants were dripping water.

Wan Qiang threw the man away at random, lifted his step again, and took a little run. He dared not stay in the crowd any longer. He took two steps, and he saw three men with rifles coming this way. Two people carry a handheld plastic medicine box with a hint of food in it and two bottles of white wine in the other hand.

From the direction behind them, it can be seen that they came from the market at the entrance to the camp, perhaps to help their leader, to order dinner, a few people laughed, saw the ten thousand strong staring at them, they put a smile away, one person handed the box to the other, removed the rifle and held it in his hand, and looked vigilantly at the ten thousand strong.

Wan Qiang, full of confidence, didn't care about other people's guns pointing at him, he walked straight to the three of them.

“Stop... what are you doing, stop, or I'll shoot you..."

Wan Qiang ignored the warning, continued to run that way, the noise of the rifle continued to sound, in the shower, Wan Qiang covered his head, took the rifle from the person's hand from the front of the three people, one hand knocked him out.

The two people around them had bad secrets. They wanted to hide and pull apart the distance. The goal of Wan Qiang was the box in their hands. How could they let them escape? Three big steps to catch up with two people. Huge palms pinched the chicken's neck like that, gently pinched them on the neck, and the two fainted.

Wan Qiang opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth before the box fell to the ground.

“Pfft..." a bottle of wine fell to the ground to crush bones, the rich aroma spread to Wan Qiang's nose, he never drank, he just felt a strange nose, the saliva poured out along the corner of his mouth, three or two times, poured the food in the box into his mouth, then picked up another intact bottle from the ground, broke the bottle neck by teeth, and poured the wine back into his mouth.

A bottle of wine underneath his stomach, Wan Qiang shook his head, felt very happy, shouted, continued to move towards his goal, the three people on the ground did not even have an interest in taking another look, he left his mark, the three people had nothing at all, he just wanted to grab food, didn't want to kill people.

After Wan Qiang left, three more bareback pig rifle bullets were grabbed from the street, and their clothes were stripped off. The robbers didn't even give up their underwear while they were on fire and swept away.