Apocalypse Cockroach

Middle-aged Xiaojing's power in the gathering place is between the second and third class, a dozen rifles, hundreds of people, just because he can only touch the tail of the second class, he will pay Jonah heartbroken, single fleeing, he heartbroken by half his men and guns thrown outside.

Don't be careless, Wan Qiang didn't catch up at the first time right, it was a good thing for him, he issued a loud order to open the food warehouse, pour gasoline on the side of all the food, take out the food stamps on the spot, slap the board on the spot, as long as he can kill the enemy, he will send a lot of copies, everyone has a share.

Huge rewards inspire the morale of their people, they don't know who they are, no matter who they are, as long as they are people, they are not afraid, they are perfectly arranged, their people use their maximum strength, and they are ready to fly fast by all means.

When everything had just been arranged, Wan Qiang appeared, he did not walk through the front door, stepped faster towards the wall, the wall burst open, the brick wall skin spread to the west, within the first time, Wan Qiang was blocked by flying dust, he blindfolded his head and rushed forward four or five steps.

When he opened his eyes, he heard the glass crisp at the bottom of his feet, stomped across his feet. In the collision sound of the broken glass, he fell into the middle of a trap. At the moment of the fall, Wan Qiang's heart was not good, his body tightened, and his muscular skin hit a sharp object.

“Okay... give it to me, bury him alive..."

Little middle-aged Jing sighed loudly, while his ambushed men rushed forward carrying sandy sacks and threw them into an empty pit.

The pit is four meters deep and arranged in an annular fashion, covered with large glass and soiled with pumice. As long as heavy objects step on it, the glass is broken and anything on it falls into the pit.

This trap was not arranged temporarily. It was dug up as part of the defense. Wan Qiang was unlucky and hit himself. A big sack of hemp was thrown on Wan Qiang's head. Wan Qiang couldn't see anything, and the dense and numb sack blocked the light, blocking his gaze.

Ten thousand strong can not hold back the fear in the mind, before the mutation was just a small person, a small person's emotional changes too fast, will soon have something to hold on to, nothing to fear, and later become panicked, because his perseverance can no longer be a source of his confidence.

Whether he howled for fear or anger, he fell into the ears of a middle-aged man, he was not proud, burying Wan Qiang alive was just a hypothesis, and did not really do this expectation.

A bag of sacks gradually piled up into a hill, watching Wan Qiang will be pressed down forever, can not be turned over, middle-aged small scenery slightly gasped, seems to be better than he thought.

So suddenly, the sack like a hill slowly burst up, the bursting hill like a thunder struck everyone's mind, what kind of monster was pressed down there?

“Look at what? Wait for him to climb up on his own? ”

The big drinking of the middle-aged and small scenery woke up the crowd. Despite their tiredness, they threw the bags of the big bags onto the top like crazy. The higher the bags were placed, the sooner the highlands stacked out of the ground to two meters, the more they burst up repeatedly. The only thing to be relieved of was that the frequency of appearance was decreasing and the magnitude of the burst was decreasing.

Someone climbed up the sack mountain and grabbed the sack below, placing it like a grain stack. The men on it felt the deepest, and the sack beneath them suppressed a prehistoric beast, and each time it rose, it was in an unstable shape, making them feel an extreme fear.

They worked hard, nobody was slippery, nobody was lazy, and they piled up a bag of sacks of sacks, at which point they drained a lot of energy, softening their hands and feet and sweating their backs.

One minute...

Two minutes...

Five minutes...

Without any trembling underneath the sack, the men standing on the sack could not bear to cheer, they thought they had won and the prehistoric monster had been suppressed.

It was too early to cheer, the trap was circular, that is, the sack could not fill all the trenches, at the edge, a dull roar hidden out, the whole sack mountain swayed, like an earthquake, several sacks flew over the sky, spilled out the sand, and the wind floated.

The scattered sand formed a mist that covered the entire sack of mountains and half the trenches, the people inside could not see the outside, the people outside could not see the inside, a scream came from the mist, the broken corpse flew out of the mist and fell far away, the residue flying in the middle of the sky dragged a long chain of blood and stained the air with a rain of dust.

“Retreat... retreat...”

Middle-aged Xiaojing stood on the platform in front of his main building shouting, this time he did not escape, his means of preparation had not yet officially begun, the gathering place was so big, he did not know where to go, there was no escape, he had to fight. Here with Wan Qiang a female male, see if Wan Qiang fell first or if he was killed.

Not many escaped, only the previous half, only half of them were lucky, in the dust sand, they could not see, Wan Qiang also could not see, as long as they did not directly hit Wan Qiang Kuanxian's chest, they would not be torn at the first time.

Diffuse sand and dust rolled up, a huge shadow flushed out of the fog, Wan Qiang could not feel the feeling of dust and sand pounding his eyelids, open grey red eyes sweeping.

The previously healed skin of the chest was drilled back out of a hole, some of the caves were cut into pieces, the skin was rotten, the bright red muscle fibers were exposed, stained with sand and dust, Wan Qiang did not care about the scratched wound of the chest with steel bars to get sand and dust, he took a few steps forward, took a small run that could outpace others, and threw a man behind him to catch him.

Shouted, stuck the man's neck, pulled his head off, sprayed blood on Wan Qiang's chest, flushed down the mud sand on his body, Wan Qiang saw blood, grey red pupils turned black and red.

Tearing open the chest of the body with his hands, digging out the beating heart, sprinkling blood on the wound, cleaning the wound with blood, looking at the heart in his hand, Wanqiang felt a strong sense of hunger, he grabbed the heart's right hand trembling, lifted it to his mouth, slowly opened his big mouth, wanted to swallow it.

“Dada da..." a short shot, three bullets hit Wan Qiang's forehead, Wan Qiang's head raised high, his gaze left the heart, reason returned, shocked a cold sweat, he almost ate the same kind of heart raw.

Wan Qiang slammed his heart to his feet, stomped his foot, stared at his middle-aged view on the platform, did not care about the other fleeing mutton fish, walked straight to the platform, he was going to crush this guy into a meat chyme.