Apocalypse Cockroach

“Ready? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang opened the small flashlight hanging from the NP22 muzzle and asked aloud at several people beside him. The five members of his team nodded together. The tactical flashlight on the Type 95 rifle was turned on together. At the end, the three women were also ready.

In front of Zhang Xiaoqiang is a rectangular blue iron box embedded in the wall. Zhang Xiaoqiang cut the nuts around the iron box with the rat king blade beforehand. Today, the iron box is only hung on it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted his foot and kicked it hard on the iron box. “Touch...” The floor made a loud noise. The whole iron box flew out. After the flying big foot kicked out, Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed his entire body into the big hole on the wall. Behind him, the rest of the personnel chased behind him together.

“Pong..." The iron box landed and made a louder loud noise, echoing in this somewhat confined space, causing a woman to scream, then shouted loudly behind Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“Freeze... Freeze...”

“Down... all down..."

“Touch... ah..."

In the crowded shouting, they rushed inside, shouting and ordering all the people inside to get down. As long as they saw someone standing still, they went up and hit him hard on the ground, whether it was a man or a woman, screaming and moaning here.

There are many people inside, some screaming, some foolish, many more running around with their heads covered, the space here is closed, those people run to the corner of the wall, turn around again to run elsewhere, running, they find themselves in front of the fierce demonic intruders, they have to send a lament of despair and kneel down on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not go behind the team, nor did he go after the woman who stood there staring at the scream. He swept around in this slightly dark space with his gun in his hand. The first time he found the stairs up, a man in military uniform was climbing up.

The man's body was very agile and breathed a few short breaths. He had already climbed out of the boss section, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out his spare knife and switched it to his right hand, and threw it out towards the soldier.

The knife rolled over and plunged his head into the soldier's right wrist in the middle of the sky. He shouted a scream, loosened his palm, fell down the steel frame ladder, and squealed. The man fell on the floor with a cracked brains, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the man shaking his head. This man deserved to die. All he wanted to do was capture him alive, and this man fell to his own death.

People died, more people panicked, honestly held their heads on the ground, after a brief mess, all the people in the basement were controlled by Zhang Xiaoqiang, the first time they launched the raid, nobody here could reflect, nobody could resist when they broke in, none.

A pistol was searched out by teammates and thrown at Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood at the center of the basement, gauging the environment here and the so-called former government administrators.

The basement has a lot of space, and I don't know what it used to be for. The whole space is over a hundred square feet. The lighting source is a few candles at the center. There are all kinds of floors on the ground. There are sheets of bedding on it, underwear on the coat, countless large wooden boxes on the corner of the wall, and a piece of mineral water neatly placed on the side of the box.

At the corner of the corner at the end of the wall came a stink for a while, where there was a simple den, there was also a candlelight lit inside, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not need to go there to know that there was a toilet.

The environment here is not as good as Hu Jiajia's pig's nest, the air is cloudy, the stench attacks, the cigarette butts are all over the ground, proving the culprit of the air cloudiness, a man and woman kneeling on the ground on the cement floor, both men and women wear only lingerie, in addition to the air quality, there is also boredom and moisture, which is even different from Hu Jiajia's shade and heaven.

A 90-degree right-angle steel ladder leads straight to the ceiling. There is a round hole on the ceiling to the outside. Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know where it leads, but he knows that it takes courage to climb down the stairs, and the body under the stairs is proving to everyone that it is dangerous.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has roughly seen the surrounding environment. He turned his head and looked at the group of men and women kneeling on the ground. There are more than 20 of them. There are only 4 or 5 men, but nearly 20 women. More than 20 people are kneeling on the ground trembling. He is only in his 40s. Obese and bald men are sneaking at Zhang Xiaoqiang from time to time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the man and just stopped. The man lay completely on the ground, which is more respectful than anyone else.

“You...”

Zhang Xiaoqiang just wanted to talk, there was an explosion around him, huge gunfire echoed in this closed environment, everyone couldn't help screaming unharmed ears, Zhang Xiaoqiang also felt the eardrums swell, dizzy, the wind sounded at the stairwell above his head, one person fell from above and hit the ground severely.

It was fired by the superior officer Qiaoyun. The gun blew the person spying on it off his head. The body fell on the ground like an open hot water bag and bled out several burning blood.

Another shout and scream, those people looked up at the body slightly and dared not look again, the body was so miserable, the whole person was blown off his head, the force on the ground broke his sternum, Whiteson's ribs pierced his chest and exposed...

Zhang Xiaoqiang compared several team members to a pack, indicating that they controlled the scene. He rushed up the stairs and climbed quickly. Zhang Xiaoqiang climbed three or two times with one hand to reach half the distance. At this time, a wind behind him, a figure came first, and came up from under Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Then the steel ladder trembled slightly, the people beneath him jumped sharply, crossed Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, reached the top of his head, his feet on the sidebar of the stairs on his head, the whole body went straight up, a few flashes, the figure disappeared at the stairwell, then there were two screams, Yuan Yi's beautiful face showed up on the top, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled bitterly and stuck his pistol in the belt between his waist. His hands pushed harder and faster. When he went upstairs, he found himself in an office with a desk.

The ground was artificially cut out of a hole, and the stairs were sandwiched in the hole, along with two sentences of mutilated corpses, which did not reveal their identities, at least they were not soldiers.

Zhang Xiaoqiang gave the order to the team below. A man and a woman were pointed at the upper office and climbed up. Zhang Xiaoqiang patrolled the office. This is the second floor, not the third floor Hu Jiajia said. There was also no so-called bunker, there was a thick big iron door and several glass windows.

Zhang Xiaoqiang just walked to the window and saw a large pit downstairs that had been ejected by a bullet rocket. Dynamic vision started with it. A few shots were fired from the top of the building opposite it, and three or five bullets flew towards the window.