Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang patted Young-girl's face. Young-girl opened her eyes. In her eyes was Zhang Xiaoqiang's swollen face. A scream came out of Young-girl's mouth.

“Tong..." Yong-girl was thrown back to the ground by Zhang Xiaoqiang, with his fingers in his ears and eyes. The screaming of Yong-girl was so lethal that his heart almost burst out of his voice.

At this time, a man rushed in with several of his men, saw the scene inside, and suddenly cried and cried, his men saw the scene of the rubble inside, each with two strands of tremor, fights can make this kind of scene, they haven't really seen it.

The man looked over and saw the young woman's life and death unknowingly fell on Zhang Xiaoqiang's foot. Zhang Xiaoqiang was also looking to his side. He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's bloody nose and face. Her name was Hanako's clothes. The image of a fighter loser was in the other corner, and she fainted.

The man knew that today's compensation was going to fall on Zhang Xiaoqiang and Xiaodong. His heart resented him. He was going to multiply his losses by N-fold and spit them out.

“Go on... grab them..."

A man shouted loudly and five or six of his men pulled out their guns and shouted at two...

Four men rushed to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, just about to force his head with a pistol. He came first with his hair. He threw himself out with his collar and howled on the ground. Four pistols fell to the ground.

The other two dragged Dong's hair like a dog, dragged him to the chief, pulled out his pistol, pointed at Dong's head, shouted and drank: “Surrender... or I will kill him..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the chief and blinked his eyes. Can't understand what he's talking about?

“Come on... or I'll really kill him... touch..."

Say it, the man shot Dong in the ear, the loud shooting had no effect on Dong, he was still lying on the ground, faint and confused.

“Oh... you're the boss... you're just in time, let's talk about compensating me, don't threaten me with that guy, kill him if you want, I don't know him, run in here for no reason, I want to kill him...”

The man misheard, he heard about the compensation, thought Zhang Xiaoqiang was going to compensate him, put away the pistol, asked his men to find two intact wooden chairs, please Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit down and prepare to bargain.

Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned against the back of the chair, curled Jiro's leg, refreshed and refreshed. Although there were a lot of bruises and purple marks on his face, his heart was in pain and abnormality. A stand exhaled all the repression in his heart. Although there was some victory, what does that matter? Just win him.

“For every friend who comes to play in the arena, we are welcome, they are our food and clothing parents, we provide a place and a pastime, the guests have a play space, which is mutually beneficial and I am sure the brother agrees. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not make a sound, sat there listening to the man say, his heart silently counted the time of arrival of support.

“It's not easy to do business, it's not easy to do business in a gathering place. Whoever it is, we have to fight one, two, it's hard to live. I think this brother agrees, after all, it's all mixed up in a gathering place...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang was distracted. What did the man say? He didn't pay attention to it. He remembered that his wheelchair was broken. Without B props, how could he explain it when he went back?

“I counted the decorations in the lobby, I used two tons of rice together, I counted depreciation, just give my brother 3600 kg, 20% discount, table and chair furniture together counts as another 3,000 kg of rice, and all kinds of broken drinks, counting as 10 tons, we have a lot of good drinks, we don't have one in the market, the kitchen was beaten to pieces, and the food lost is a lot, I think it's bad luck, even if I turn myself in.

So if you give me 13 tons of rice, we'll clear it. I don't want any more hundred kilos... "

“What did you just say? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back, he asked the man, he just heard 13 tons of rice, 13 tons of rice is a lot, tens of thousands of people can eat for a few days.

The man calmly held his pistol in his hand and said, “13 tons of rice as compensation? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded continuously and said: "Okay, no problem..."

Now the man was surprised. He stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang, but didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to be so happy?

“You... you promised? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the man strangely and curiously asked:

“Why not? You're paying me 13 tons of rice for the physical and moral damage I've suffered? ”

“Ahhhhhh!! ”

The man almost got pissed off. Zhang Xiaoqiang meant that he smashed himself into a piecemeal mess and had to take out another 13 tons of grain himself to send him out of the house in good spirits? Where's such a cheap good thing?

“Brush...” the black gun pointed at Zhang Xiaoqiang's forehead, the man's forehead burst with blues, with his scarlet eyes open, staring at Zhang Xiaoqiang, biting his teeth and saying:

“Brother, don't treat me like a monkey. If you can't get the food out, blame us for being rude. I don't believe you can get past the gun fast..."

“You can try it..." Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at Hessen's gunshot eye and spoke plainly. There was no fear in his face, no nervousness, even less anxiety, like a plain lake, the waves were not shocked.

“You... what did you say...”

The man was angry and his right hand, holding the pistol, shook up.

“I didn't mean to be rude. I don't see these things in my eyes. They're just garbage. I can have as many as I want, but how does it count if the woman in your arena punches me in the head with a bottle of wine? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang talked, did not care about the eye grabbing pointed at him, amazed the man. He did not know what Zhang Xiaoqiang had to do with it.

“Well, you pay us directly, and we'll pay you back for knocking on your woman..."

The man didn't do anything big. Zhang Xiaoqiang frightened him back. He just wanted to get some food back.

Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed softly, shook his head and said to the man:

“Who am I? Who is she? I got hurt in your place, naturally it's up to me. Don't yell here any more, wait honestly, someone will calculate the bill slowly. ”

“You, his mother, are the boss, dare to be here...” One of the man's men couldn't listen, stood up and yelled at Zhang Xiaoqiang, his body constantly wanted to go forward, and he was pulled by his companion, obviously he wanted to rush up to teach Zhang Xiaoqiang a lesson.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and looked at his man, smiling scornfully at him. He put his right hand on his thigh and twisted his wrist, popping a triangle prick.

“Ah!!!” The guy who scolded him cried on his knees with his ears covered, and the blood leaked out of his five-finger gap and poured into his collar.

“You..." the man pointed at Zhang Xiaoqiang, not finished a word, suddenly came outside the door an emergency brake, then countless bigfoot running noise, a group of heavily armed soldiers ran in, each soldier wearing a helmet in military uniform, holding a 95-style rifle, several people rushing in first pointed at the man and his men with guns in the first place.

ps: With regard to these chapters as a supplementary explanation, about Wan Qiang, I used a title called Shuangxiong Initial Meeting, I'm sure you can guess some meaning, don't be confused by the beginning of Wan Qiang, just really think that he is just a stupid X. In my setup, the capsule is not omnipotent, targeted, not for anything else. After all, everyone is different in nature, and the power of agility evolution is not powerful, which is the difference. Some people say the fight is chaotic, Zhang Xiaoqiang is embarrassed, gentlemen, Zhang Xiaoqiang is just fighting, you know? He is not a self-obedient hero. He will not regret not rescuing Tao and Uncle Yun for not rescuing him. Zhang Xiaoqiang just wants to fight. He wants to vent. Jie Wanqiang himself is a comparable figure to D2. Relatively speaking, Pig Foot already has the ability to defeat D2 alone. If he doesn't move the Mouse King Blade, he can only fight D2 with his fists and feet. I think that if he were a zombie, everyone would have no problem with it. My second part has an outline. The theme of the outline is the population of the gathering place. I am here to drama. I also want to write more closely to the truth, but I didn't expect to see a curse, a bit of a buster...