Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yuan Yi's girlfriend's pleasure was not enough. She looked at Yang Xiaoqiang to hang out with Yang Xiaoqiang every day. Each time she appeared lonely. Later · With Yang Xiaoqiang's consent, Zhang Xiaoqiang was sent to serve Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaohui was not unhappy. He also had a general understanding of Zhang Xiaoqiang's temper. He knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang could not see her and no longer had any daydreams. He honestly and honestly looked at Zhang Huaian's dry daughter, Zhang Xiaoqiang's little girl.

These days, Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat impatient, the hunting project had been completed, and various hands against the big fish were ready. Huang Tingwei stayed in the surveillance room with people 24 hours a day, watching the lake, but the big fish disappeared as if it had disappeared empty, no matter how lured the big fish ashore by the lake.

The big black fish is a thorn in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. The big black fish will not be removed. He is distressed. Every day he will send someone to ask. All he gets is news that there is no movement for the time being. Zhang Xiaoqiang is helpless. The big black fish is the next difficulty in his plan.

Perhaps the big fish will be his biggest enemy. The vegetables planted before the camp have grown to half a foot long. More and more poor people are flowing outside the barbed wire every day. The barbed wire and rifles can block the human race, but not the big fish. Zhang Xiaoqiang really wants to pick these vegetables.

In the silence, he rang the crisp bell next to him, the pole was placed on his right hand side, the pole's head hung the bell, the fish ate the bait and pulled the line, the pole nodded towards the river, the line tightened tightly, that force seemed to drag the pole into the water.

Zhang Xiaoqiang freely removed the bell to pick up the fishing rod, and did not have to rock the wheel to release the fish. He tried to feel his hand. His wrist shook, and a white fish flashing with a scale fell over the sky towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang hurried a whistle, his left hand picked up a red barrel from the side of the chair, and caught the big fish half a meter long steadily. The red stab was slightly heavy, and the white fish fell into the barrel. It was estimated that there were three or two kilograms. Zhang Xiaoqiang handed the red stab from the water flower to Xiao Butterfly, who stood by and swayed to sleep.

“Send it to Sister Yuan and let her cook. ”

Then he glanced at the fresh white fish in the red barrel, Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded in his heart. Where is this white fish, it is obvious that it is a sturgeon fish. He is so big, he has eaten countless sturgeon fish, he has not yet seen such a large sturgeon fish, usually one or two is a big head.

Hanging the dough with scented oil again, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the bait into the water. Before he put the rod down, the rod nodded again, something seemed to hook up.

Zhang Xiaoqiang tried to pull it up and found it to be much heavier than before.

“Big guy? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was delighted, added two points of strength, a group of white things broke the surface of the water, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the thing, his heart was unhappy, the pole head was deflected, threw the thing back into the water, the force was too great, and the fish line was bandaged.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohui ran back with an empty barrel, running a little rushed, his cheeks were red, like a big apple, many sweats appeared on his forehead, and his chest was wet with sweat, outlining the two little buns and cherry bulges.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think to look at Zhang Xiaohui's spring light.

“Go and tell Sister Yuan not to do it. Send the fish to the big kitchen. We won't eat that food. ”

After saying that, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw down the fishing rod, took care of herself, threw down Zhang Xiaoqiang where the foolish, she did not know, Zhang Xiaoqiang hung a white bone, the fish was not obnoxious, probably ate the dead human flesh, Zhang Xiaoqiang was not willing to eat it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was also annoyed by the daily turns of the river. Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the pocket with a thousand kilograms of food stamps. Zhang Huai 'an also sent them to Zhang Xiaoqiang and said a few words. He believed that the food in the camp was still tense and could not be so luxurious. Zhang Huai 'an and Zhang Xiaoqiang were hard stuffed in the name of dividends from the hotel shares.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was wondering, when did he join the stock? Finally, after Zhang Huai 'an explained, he realized that after he sold Lu Xiaobu, Zhang Huai 'an had tricked Lu Xiaobu into holding five kilograms of centennial liquor. The reason was that the diesel fuel was nervous and the parts of the armoured car were not easy to do, so that Lu Xiaobu could reduce the number of pulling and waiting times.

Opening the hotel, Zhang Huai 'an bottled one of them as the treasure of the town shop. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who provided the information, took the owner of the bottle of wine into his shares.

Zhang Xiaoqiang collated the club. That was Zhang Huaian's gratitude fee. As for the true owner, Lu Xiaobu, he was forgotten. He had food stamps in his pocket. Zhang Xiaoqiang wondered if he wanted to go shopping?

Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the wheelchair toward the market area. He followed the potatoes that had healed from the major injury. The potato shoulder was just rubbed by a bullet, and one or two meats were dropped. The others were fine. Even after treatment, the hemostatic powder had a strange effect on the trauma.

The potato is not a major obstacle. He became a disciple of the Yellow Springs. He taught wholeheartedly. He also began to use the refreshing energy of the military. Whether walking, sitting or standing, there is a kind of mountain like pine.

Now Yam head became Zhang Xiaoqiang's duty soldier, but he also did his duty. As long as Zhang Xiaoqing Jingzhi wanted to go out for a walk, he was with him. As for Uncle Yun, while he was nursing his injuries, he was in heat with a woman with a child. Every day he wondered to make the child call his father. Perhaps in his heart, Yam head had grown up and did not need him to guard him like a son anymore.

The two of them came to the market area, took a short stroll, Zhang Xiaoqiang randomly bought some interesting handicrafts for Yang Kel, there was a M.O.DH.E.C.K tracker tactical survival knife that looked very good, saw the strange shape of the military knife, it looked cool, I'm sure Meow would also like it.

After buying a few small gifts for Shangguan Qiaoyun and Yuan Yi, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that there was no need to wander around. He came to the hotel with potatoes, drank tea and blew the air conditioning to cool the heat.

It's past mealtime, and a lot of people in the lobby, one by one, drinking a little wine, chewing peanuts, or chatting with each other with tea, poured into an alternative mix of bar tea houses.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in an elegant room with a potato head, ordered two good cups of tea, while drinking tea, listening to people outside to chat, basically all sitting here have some identities, at least can pull out hundreds of kilos of food stamps from his pocket at any time.

It seems that the scene is very messy, almost every table sits on people, and if you look closely, they still form a few small circles, each with a default leader, who leads the conversation, chats with people or initiates some discussion, some tense, speaks loudly, only people don't know what they're saying, some people are very low-key, a group of people sitting around stealing whispers, and it looks a little sneaky.

The loudest speaker on the field was a mahjong. The mahjong on the persimmon's face was like black sesame seeds on a barbecue. It was sprayed everywhere, in the talking room, the saliva splattered, allowing the men who sat beside him to concentrate on listening to him, wiping the saliva sprayed on his face with their sleeves from time to time.

Although Asako's saliva splattered, no one else's face was unhappy. Instead, YD's smile appeared on his face, prompting him from time to time, or asking questions, asking for details.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care, raised the teacup, blew the heat, sipped a little, still tasted in his mouth, a sentence came out of the mouth of Asako, such as Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear, he sprayed it.

“You don't know, that's the chick. It smells good enough to twist it. It tickles my heart. Also, when she shows her tits, you'll know what a Bob is. You'll see a foreign girl dancing a steel pipe. That's no regret...”