Apocalypse Cockroach

“Wait... didn't you bring me to the wrong place? I mean, not with women, what is this..."

Xiaodong pulled the team member to turn around and leave, pointing to the front, chewed his teeth and said, the team member was pinched by Xiaodong's weird force, and shouted with cool air:

“Don't ask me, Zhang commanded you to direct the women, you know enough, no one else wants to do anything for him, if you get cheap, don't sell here..."

The teammate left, Dong was stupid, he looked at a large tent in front of him, he was stupid, a tent with a fine hemp rope between it, a piece of clothing hanging from the hemp rope, two kinds of clothes, one was a woman's underwear and coat, and there were children's clothes, countless women wore them in it, or put them away, or hung them up.

Xiaodong didn't go to counting many tents in front of him, how many women, women's mouths shattered, what they were nagging at each other, bee-like buzzing sounds combined, that is, countless bees buzzed together, turned into surfing waves, shocked Xiaodong's eyes to speak, dizzy feet.

A tall young man stood on the edge of the tent area, staring at them, naturally attracting the interest of women, who surrounded themselves with a low voice communicating with nothing, not a woman laughing, and many more women throwing glances at the little East, shaking their hips and limbs, suggesting something.

Seeing countless women staring at him, his eyes flashed with a dangerous glow, Dong shouted, turned around and ran. In the dust roll, Dong disappeared from the edge of the women's area...

Zhang Xiaoqiang still waits in boredom, every evening. He would run from the river to the camp to visit, to the dull surveillance room to offer his condolences to Huang Tingwei and his two men, and send ice made from an ice maker.

Although it was small, several people felt Zhang Xiaoqiang's concern. One by one, he opened his eyes filled with blood. He assured Zhang Xiaoqiang that he would not let go of any movement by the lake.

Out of the surveillance room, Zhang Xiaoqiang would carry a large cup filled with ice, relaxed drinking ice water, sneaking around in the camp, Zhang Xiaoqiang's identity was already transparent, he was the deputy captain of the convoy, in the eyes of the inmate, Zhang Xiaoqiang was under one person, the leader figure above ten thousand people, he was respected.

Zhang Xiaoqiang enjoyed this respect, his gaze reached a strange guy, in a hot day, that guy in a robe, with a hood, to an ancient monk in Europe, with a Death Sickle like big guy, toured the women's camp, whenever a man wanted to get close, he would be driven away at the first time.

This is Dong, the last time he knew that after he had fallen for it, he went back to Zhang Huai 'an to peel, Zhang Huai 'an made his choice, whether to be a 1 ½ kilometer a day militia, or 3 kilometers a day, a woman director with a share of welfare in the work, Dong gave in, he couldn't quit, he also wanted to pay his debts, although he didn't even know what he owed?

Xiaodong hated women's fear. He didn't want to be measured like a monster in front of thousands of women. He found a robe he was used to hiding himself in. He also asked Wang Le to make a Death Sickle with a chain. He held it in his hand to scare people, but let him mix up a few fame. Many men had suffered in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, for Xiaodong, actually has a usable and unnecessary attitude. One more is not many, one less is not many. In the mind of picking up leaks, the evolutionist can cheat one is one.

Seeing Dong's costume, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked over with a cup and wanted to talk to him. Zhang Xiaoqiang forgot that the last time he met Dong was in a fight at night. Xiaodong had been deeply resentful towards him and cursed this guy in his heart all the time.

“It's you..."

A miserable shout shouted under his hood. Xiaodong stepped forward to Zhang Xiaoqiang. The long-handled sickle was severely chopped to the ground and his head looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

In order to maintain mystery and dignity, Dong also wore a black iron mask on his face, drilled two holes on it, showed his eyes something, and his mouth was also a dense and numb little eye, used as an exhalation.

“Ha! It's a beautiful day. Aren't you used to doing it here? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang also thought that he and Xiaodong still had a lot of noise. It seems that the two of them have not had time to explain it. Now that they are rushing forward, there seems to be a suspicion of watching the noise.

“You did this!!! ”

Xiaodong roared, pulled up the long handle sickle, slanted up the long sky and pulled it down smoothly. The shining blade flashed through the snow, chopping into Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist.

Too fast, the falling sickle whistled in the scorching air and a breeze arrived first. Lifting the hair in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped like a grasshopper when the sickle was about to fall on him, and the ice water in his hand was thrown away, scattering a wet mark on the ground, several pieces of crystal-like ice.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't jump high. The sickle just passed under his shoe. With a feeling, he stretched his foot on the sickle, and the sickle sank sharply on the ground. He threw forward.

Xiaodong also didn't know what was going on. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaoqiang had flew to his face. The sickle in his hand made him unable to retract. A big foot in military shoes kicked him hard in the chin.

Xiaodong had nowhere to hide. In a hurry, he hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's toe with his forehead. “Touch..." Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked on Xiaodong's protective surface. The slightly deformed iron mask flew out. Xiaodong screamed and dragged the sickle, covering his forehead and backing away.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also did not reach the advantage. He had not yet been able to kick off the raw iron. The anti-seismic force caused the right foot to bounce behind him. Zhang Xiaoqiang lost his balance. In the middle of the sky, he stood upright and faced down. The ground approached infinitely. Zhang Xiaoqiang fell to the ground. In the dust raised, Zhang Xiaoqiang heard Xiaodong's running noise.

Xiaodong hit Zhang Xiaoqiang hard on the ground with his right foot. Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected and rolled to the side. The force of this foot was too large. The countershock force made Xiaodong's right foot numb.

Zhang Xiaoqiang leaned over that foot and then began to fight back, lying on the ground, bending his body, one foot bouncing in Xiaodong's leg, Xiaodong kneeling down, followed by a big foot and smoked hard on his cheek, this time his cheek had no iron cover, a mouthful of blood and a moment of broken teeth sprayed out of his mouth.

“Touch..." Xiaodong fell to the ground. The next second he fell, Xiaodong stared angrily at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who punched him in the foot, and saw Zhang Qiang holding his hands on the ground, trying to climb up.

Dong also rolled on the ground, rolled to Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, Zhang Xiaoqiang just stood up, Dong's calf pierced between his legs, Dong's strength, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not be prevented, was tripped by Dong's scissors and feet, both lay on the ground, face to face, this time, the two people no longer wanted to climb up, punched each other, rolled in the dust, the flying ash sand covered the shape of the two.

From beginning to end. The beating between the two was seen in the eyes, they didn't expect that the big hot day wearing a full-color robe, Hooded Silly B. could fight Zhang Xiaoqiang so hard.

They saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not move seriously, otherwise, Xiaodong would have been beheaded long ago. Even so, they were impressed with Xiaoqiang. They could fight Zhang Xiaoqiang like this, but not everyone could do it.

The dust didn't rise for long. When Zhang Xiaoqiang stood up from the dust, his shirt was wrinkled, his face was stained with some dust, and his mouth was still spitting out. He couldn't help but wonder what the fate of Xiaodong was. I wondered what the end was.

As the dust fell, Zhang Xiaoqiang just walked three or five steps. A miserable cry came out from behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. A man jumped up on the shadow and opened his arms to hold Zhang Xiaoqiang from behind.

Zhang Xiaoqiang heard Dong's howl and cursed in his heart: “Silly B. Sneak attack, why howl? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang then retreated. Xiaoqiang hit Xiaodong in the arms. Xiaodong's chest ached. Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged his upper right arm. Xiaoqiang sighed angrily and drank. Xiaodong's one meter and eight individuals were thrown out by Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was completely short of him.

Xiaodong shouted, climbed to the ground no movement, Zhang Xiaoqiang sipped to the ground, lifted his foot cross-country Xiaodong's departure, didn't know Xiaoqiang was cunning, when Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed him no movement, pretended to be a dead dog, waited for Zhang Xiaoqiang to stand on his other side, one leg lifted in the half-empty has not yet fallen, Xiaodong held Zhang Xiaoqiang's undone calf back pulled.

When everyone's chin dislocated, the two people had a rare and loud fight, the little Dongpi was thick and resistant, half of them didn't see each other separate wins and losses, just to help people prepare a bet, look at Zhang Xiaoqiang in a few minutes to clean up the little thing, a thrilling alarm sounded in the camp...