Apocalypse Cockroach

Middle-aged Jing Xiaojie's legs trembled slightly, but his expression grew more gloomy. Just now, he was really scared by all the fierce means. He dared not imagine what it would look like if he fell into Wang Qiang's hands.

Wan Qiang flew quickly through the empty space in the middle, walking with a few cautions, did not want to be buried alive again, a burst of engine sounds coming from both sides, two large trucks crashed into the large carton buried in the body, an arm thick wire fiber rope popped out of the earth, strangled the back of the two big trucks, shaking the mud sand, coming towards Wan Qiang.

Wan Qiang couldn't make it. He was swept in the chest by thick and long wire fiber rope. Wan Qiang could not stand steadily and fell backwards. The moment he fell, the fiber rope stopped his abdomen. Huge force made Wan Qiang unable to stand, and flied backwards. The fiber rope did not let him go, but chased him and smoked him hard.

Whiplash-like fiber rope was sucked on him, even if the skin was thicker, he couldn't stand it, a mighty roar, twisting in the middle of the sky, the fiber rope was welcoming again, just hit the root of his thigh, the thigh unwittingly bent, the calf and fiber rope were entangled, Wanqiang hung on the fiber rope.

Wan Qiang is like a grasshopper tied to a rope, screaming twist on the wire fiber rope, the drivers of the two big trucks saw the Wan Qiang hanging from the rear view mirror, don't know what to do next, their previous expectation was that Wan Qiang's body was entangled by the wire fiber rope, they bypassed an arc, crossed over, trapped Wang Qiang firmly, turned the live fish into a dead fish, and then tried to kill him.

Now that Wan Qiang is part of the rope, it makes them feel embarrassed. If they can't think of a way, they can only do it the way they did before.

The imaginary and actual operation is two things, not enough height when it intersects, steel wire fiber rope stirred under the wheel of a truck, big truck turned upside down for a day, intense and stinging friction, various parts flew out of the chassis, then wire fiber rope tangled with the transmission, rubber tire rubber rubber.

Eventually, the big truck overturned, the rear wheel suddenly stopped lifting, the front of the car, dragged the wire fiber rope to turn over, the heel did not turn up, the fiber rope on the rear of the other car was still wrapped around people's land, the Mercedes-Benz truck was held in a fierce strip, the body tilted, the four wheels were still spinning.

When the two big trucks crashed into each other, the people standing outside had not reacted, they were stupid, they were fine at first, how did this happen in the blink of an eye? Is it bad luck for the Millions?

Wan Qianqiang was also uncomfortable. The biggest difference between him and the D2-type zombie was that he could feel the pain. He felt that only the ligament of his leg had been torn. The pain of drilling made him groan painfully. He was sweating cold on his forehead, wrapped in steel wire rope, and fell on the floor to draw cold air.

“Go on... go on... go on... go on... go on... go on..."

Middle-aged Xiaojing, as the superior, is more capable of bearing than his subordinates. Everyone else is watching the scourge of two cars colliding, while he is watching the greatest enemy.

In a group of four, he dragged the wire wire wire that had been fabricated randomly, and rushed past it. Wanqiang saw the men who had degenerated into insects in his heart, with their twisted faces, rushed at him with tearing hearts and lungs, and he had to stand up, and the pain of drilling made his heart numb.

Momentarily, a mesh covered him. When the mesh fell, he caught the mesh and dragged it into his arms. A man was too nervous and his fingers were tightened on the mesh. Before he could loosen up, he was led by the power of the mesh to the ten thousand strong beneath the mesh.

Wan Qiang did not tear the net at the first moment, he was drowned in anger and wasted his most precious time and opportunity on a grocery fish.

The next moment the panicked, screaming man pounded on him, he hugged the man across the mesh, tightened his body, a thunderbolt sounded in his chest, and the man lay soft on his chest, eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears bleeding simultaneously.

The man's skeleton was shattered, his eyes stared at Wan Qiang, Wan Qiang wanted to push the man away, and the second large net fell, covering the man with him in the net.

With the second one, the third one, the fourth one came on, Wan Qiang tore hard inside, and his body was unnecessarily twisting. By doing so, he would only allow him to gradually reduce the amount of activity space filled by the mesh, slowly he felt suffocated, he had been entangled by the mesh to the limit.

Zhang Xiaoqiang would be very surprised here. Wanqiang and D-type zombies are not bad compared. Both strength and physical resistance are similar, but I didn't expect Wanqiang to be so easily cleaned up by a group of people.

Ultimately, Wanqiang has the power of a D2-type zombie, but there is no unnecessary mentality of a D2-type zombie. As long as the D2-type zombie finds the target, kills the target, and eats the target, there is no other idea, no anxiety or anxiety whatsoever.

Wan Qiang is different. He is a man, a man will feel afraid. He is not a warrior who has truly gone through the test of blood fire. From beginning to end, he is beaten by someone else with his nose.

Big nets haunted him, Wan Qiang rolled on the ground, struggled, sadly occupied in his heart, would he die here today? The decadent idea just flashed through his brain and his sense of smell became so acute that he smelled faint gasoline.

Wan Qiang's soul is going to be frightened off, beaten to death, it's still good to say, it's just hurtful, a knot, burned alive by the flame, it's different, it's a tragedy.

Gasoline splitting his face poured on his head, on his body, on his legs, feeling the flow of liquid, the despair in his heart turned into anger, the powerful twisted, his body swelled as if it was inflated, hard raw to squeeze a void out of himself.

At this point, he must not be afraid, his heart is only mindful and cannot be burned to death. He could not be burned, he feared burned to become a barrier in his heart, slowly he, calm down, can not be led to calm by the idea of burning to death, he slowly grabbed the mesh on him, ten fingers clasped, wrist strength, that layer of wire fabricated indiscriminately was torn apart and torn.

He ripped the first one, drilled through the hole to the back of the mesh, pulled again, tore the second layer, he had confidence, as long as he slowly ripped a hole from the inside out, eventually he would explode fully, tearing all the meshes together.

Things didn't go as well as he wanted, when he touched the last mesh, a fire-headed ZIPPO brought a blazing wind down on him.

“Boom...” the flames rushed to the sky, sparking a small middle-aged view thrown out of the ZIPPO, retreating a few dozen meters away, smiling and admiring the high waves of flameheads.

A terrible scream came from the flame, deepened the arc of breathing in the corner of the middle-aged view mouth, the eyes of the middle-aged view became overflowing, staring at the flame, breathing became slightly impatient, one heart bounced up honestly, each time he felt happy, he became another character, hoping that a tall and handsome man would share with himself.