Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the officer with the aluminum alloy suitcase, the officer saluted him, he did not salute him, put the large suitcase on the ground on his knees to open, the box door jumped up, a row of glass needle cords in the middle of the suitcase, because there was enough, the needle did not use any expensive metal housing, directly used vintage needle, under the light, the clear agent in the needle sparkled.

“One for each person, tie them up after the injection, tell them that this is their only chance to make it through, and once they make it through, they are Blood Squad soldiers…. ”

“Tap……. ”

The officer's inclined rifle can no longer be held, leaving the gun to land and staring at the needle on the ground. He understands what this means. Once Zhang Xiaoqiang's statement is true, it means that everyone has a chance to become an evolutionary.

Zhang Xiaoqiang swept the officer's expression obliquely and slowly rose and said to him:

“There is a 10% chance that the zombie virus will have to be infected, otherwise it will not work, saying that the opportunity will have to be lost forever, wait first, maybe better later... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang painted a large cake on the officer, so that the officer's heart shook with one of the shocks, to Zhang Xiaoqiang's focus, and at the same time his heart filled with hope. In his heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang was omnipotent. Since Zhang Xiaoqiang told him, he proved confident.

Thirty-nine needles were then injected into the wounded, and each wounded soldier was specially cared for, and their condition was noted on paper as first-hand experimental data.

By this time, the soldiers had already lost their minds when they were burned with alcohol. Even more so, they could not remember what others had told them. One by one, they either groaned or yelled at their mothers with their throats, and others rolled over, or cried out for their parents' wives or something.

The front line was still fighting, and the two regiments in the rear officially entered the position, except that a group and a group of bloodwolves refused to withdraw. Even Zhang Xiaoqiang issued reprimands against the two regiments. Many soldiers cried and had to stay in the position to avenge their comrades.

More than 300 corpses, many of which are temporarily assembled, are difficult to find in the hands of D2, and many soldiers use self-destruct to fight back zombies. In such cases, no one knows whether or not they are the bodies of others.

Huge casualties made the soldiers blush, and at this moment they want nothing but to vent, to exasperate the depression in their hearts, to kill all the zombies they see.

There was no way to do this, either, but to keep the fighters in position, and at the same time to let Rack claim the stitches and put two groups of 1,500 people on the front. The original position here could only accommodate two regiments, which made it look like three regiments, squeezed like canned sardines, combined with all the heavy firepower brought in for support, and cancelled the ammunition control order, which really allowed the front line to form a barrage, and the zombies could no longer reach within 50 meters.

Just when everyone was busy coordinating positions, 39 soldiers changed at the same time. Everyone had straight eyes and trembled. However, before the injection of the JS matrix, people who drank alcohol did not have a straight eye, which made it difficult for those around them to judge whether it was caused by the JS matrix.

Then someone screamed out loud, some people spit foam epilepsy general convulsions, others spit black plasma in large mouths, more people breathless, quietly fall on the ground and do not move.

The movement of the wounded soldiers scared the people around them a little. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the JS matrix and had a 10% chance to make them hope that all these fighters would survive, at least part of them, but didn't expect that no one showed signs of improvement?

“Cough cough…. ”

A wounded soldier threw up plasma in his mouth and then coughed so hard that he threw out something dark that he fell to the floor and was lit by a white light, horrified by a strand of liver.

Then the soldier's pupils suddenly narrowed and disappeared in the shortest possible time into a bloody white eye, opening his mouth, and his teeth rapidly pressed forward to become sharp.

“Touch…. ”

The soldier's head emptied one more bullet eye, and then the soldier fell to the ground powerless, and the black blood thread was left from the brain door, followed by the sound of the firing of the pistol, a body to his side.

Ten sounds, twelve sounds, thirteen sounds, each shooting will cause a soldier who turns into a zombie to fall to the ground, each shooting will cause the surrounding officers and soldiers to twitch their heads, and each soldier will cause the fingernails of the three warriors of the Blood Wolf to fall further into the palm of his hand.

The fifteenth round of gunfire still rang, the fifteenth soldier fell down, Zhang Xiaoqiang single-handedly removed the magazine, replaced the magazine in a shorter time than blinking. He was already ready in his mind. According to the fifteenth chance, the number of soldiers who could survive was six, so he was about to execute 33 people, and now less than half.

The feeling of killing one's own people is really hard. This is also Zhang Xiaoqiang's first execution of one's own people. Without the JS matrix, officers and soldiers would have gotten used to it. Once there is hope, no one will bear to do it. Hope that the comrades can survive, even if they turn into zombies, they still haven't given up. To this end, Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to do it.

Chang Xiaoqiang, who replaced the magazine, slightly skewed his wrist, aiming at a soldier with a tight body and a neck, looked at his severe convulsion and knew that his time had come.

Zhang Xiaoqiang condescended and waited for the moment when the pupils of the soldiers' eyes became pupilized. The pupils of the soldiers became smaller and smaller until they were much bigger than the needle tip. In the eyes of ordinary people, the soldiers had no pupils at all, and only Zhang Xiaoqiang could see clearly that little bit of black, fingers on the trigger, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the trigger...

The bullet rubbed the soldier's cheek off half his ear, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the trigger instantaneously offset, the root of the ear torn by the bullet drained with bright red blood, the pupil in the soldier's eyes was like recovering the black hole on the ground, slowly removing the white eye...

The people around them wanted to cheer, and they didn't dare to vent. They were deeply afraid that the soldiers would fail to recover because of their noise. Zhang Xiaoqiang's gunpoint was removed from the soldiers and transferred to the other soldiers. One soldier turned around. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly closed the insurance, removed the magazine and turned to say to the officers.

“From now on, you will disengage from the main unit, set up the JS Matrix Use Section, immediately return to the virus lab to report to Lee Hae-yun on the use of the JS matrix, and explain all the symptoms before and after the soldiers, telling Lee Hae-yun that our JS matrix is not 15-18 percent, but 60 percent... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's words cut off the iron, and the officers saluted him, saying that the moment of resolute completion, all the soldiers around him cheered, more than 60 percent, which means that they had at least half a chance to survive the battle with the zombies after they were injured, although not 100 percent, but countless times stronger than the inevitable death.

Soldiers only know that this thing is immune to the virus, they don't know that it has the ability to improve evolution, Zhang Xiaoqiang and officers don't dare to tell them, once soldiers know the truth, it will definitely be crazy, it can't be said that anyone else is intentionally injured, by that time, the whole army will be back in turmoil, neither 40 percent of the failure nor the grassland army can bear, which means that only 6,000 people can survive.

At the same time, the JS matrix is not unlimited. A hundred JS matrices are all the reserves of the Eastern Front troops. The ones on the Southern and Northern fronts are not yet guaranteed. After all, Lee Hae-yun is not very keen on 10% of the stuff.

“Brother Cockroach, there is no need to send these fighters to the Virus Institute, so that they can both get first-hand information and keep secrets below, so that non-combat infections can be eliminated, leaving excuses for future expansion of the Blood Squad, at least they have all stayed at the Virus Experiment Center… ”

The officer is a smart man, Zhang Xiaoqiang appointed him as the chief of the JS use investigation section, and he knew exactly what he was doing, which is to supervise the use of JS matrix, maintenance, supervision and other tasks. At least, each branch flowed to him must be counted.

The officer's words reminded Zhang Xiaoqiang that he carefully gauged this young lieutenant officer and nodded in praise:

“You're good, and from now on, elevate you as a captain, recycle all the needles and equipment you use today, even those that drink clean bottles, and send them to the Virus Institute as evidence of an investigation, and let the North Line Squad stop killing people, and once caught, send them all to the Virus Institute to verify the chances of success of JS. ”