Apocalypse Cockroach

“It's over, it's over, he was drunk after drinking a bottle of wine, there are zombies under the roof, he hasn't come out for half a day, he must have been eaten, it's all over... ”

Guslav first woke up, he doesn't want anything now, he just wants to exchange his hidden gold for a bottle of vodka, intoxicate himself with alcohol, get himself temporarily relieved, possibly, drugs he won't refuse, as long as he doesn't let this moment of despair haunt him, he doesn't care about Zhang Xiaoqiang's death and life, all he cares about is Zhang Xiaoqiang can get him wine.

Angel silently asked Paul to drive his sister away. Although he longed for miracles in his heart, he did not believe in miracles. There were two possibilities for Zhang Xiaoqiang to go down. One was that all the zombies below were killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the other was probably Zhang Xiaoqiang who was really stupid. Although the first possibility was the greatest, he did not believe that anyone could be single and kill more than 200 zombies without guns. So, the most absurd reason made him believe that Zhang Xiaoqiang was really drunk.

At this time, the woman delivering the meal came up, two slices of dried moldy bread per person, a slightly salty vegetable soup, the bread crashed into a clean white disk, every slice of bread was the same size, even the amount of bread slag was the same, the woman delivering the meal distributed very evenly, the average size of the bread to want to distinguish can only be scaled.

Everyone eats the same way, breaking the bread, throwing it in the cup, shaking the cup, waiting for the bread to soak up, they drink all the soup, and after drinking it, they pull the food residue from the cup into their mouth with their fingers, even if they eat the first meal of the day.

“The bread is running out and the flour is fast... ”

Angel put the cup at his feet and sat on the solar panel stand, as if talking to himself, and the sound happened to be heard by everyone present.

The other three had their heads down, the moldy bread was very bad, the paste soup made from the moldy flour was even worse, but they were not dissatisfied. Apart from a few of them, there were six women, four children, and three of the women were pregnant again. With these things, at least they could survive. In case none of these things went away, they couldn't last long on potatoes alone.

“Otherwise, I'll kick Karina out so we can eat one less meal, and I'm counting on you, and I'll run out of supplies, right? I know... ”

Paul began by noting that a few others implicitly, Angel hesitated and shook his head, saying:

“It's not easy for everyone to come together, it's not easy to live, we have kids, there's hope, as long as we can survive, they can survive, and I decided, starting tomorrow, we're going to triple the area where potatoes are sown, we don't have to worry about them, we just have to plant them, and when we get there, we're going to grow some, right? ”

Angel's proposal also implies that their potatoes, which cannot be grown to compete with crazy mutant plants, are often hanged by mutant plants before harvest, and they have to clean up the mutant plants in the potato fields every day, and if planted, they may have less than a tenth chance of survival.

“Maybe, maybe that Chinese kid will kill all the demons so that we have a supermarket item that we can eat and grow up with all the kids... ”

Kochakin muttered to himself, and none of the people around him agreed. There were hundreds of them before, and there were a lot of rifles and stuff, and they had killed a lot of demons before, so what? Can those things kill, a man with more power, even if he is an evolutionary human being, under the siege of hundreds of zombies, in a supermarket that small, survive?

Everyone lost interest in observing the surrounding area and sat on the floor waiting for digestion. After a few minutes, Angel stood up and looked at the supermarket, and the dark smoke rolled out of the supermarket. Then he shouted out loud and let several others watch.

The rolling smoke rolled outside along the windows of the supermarket, the whole building was full of black smoke, and when they saw these black smokes, their hearts were all lifted, only ancient Slavs shouted well:

“Good burn, good burn, burn all those demons, hundreds less demons, we have more space, more supplies, more hope... ”

The voice went down, and beneath their building, a strange sound sounded like a chick in English: “Hello!!!” Then English becomes Chinese: “Above, find someone who speaks Mandarin... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood calmly beside the sealed building, shouting, Measuring the potato fields not far from him, looking at the neatly organized fields, Zhang Xiaoqiang was somewhat exclaimed, that is, overseas, large place, small population, if it were China, even a cemetery would be difficult to find, still thinking about planting fields in the city?

Soon, they rushed over from the back of the building with two big mustaches. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's guard, he nodded his hands and asked Zhang Xiaoqiang to follow them. Especially when they saw the pistol between Zhang Xiaoqiang's waist, their expression became more respectful.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the fear in the eyes of both of them. Through his far-sighted vision, no slight change in the eyes of both of them could be hidden from him. He nodded himself. These foreigners were still self-aware and knew that those who could be killed from hundreds of corpses could not be provoked by them.

The two men lead the way ahead, Zhang Xiaoqiang's things in their hands did not dare to move a moment, let Zhang Xiaoqiang carry two large backpacks, carrying two leather boxes, along the corner of the wall to the grass behind, behind, there was an open cellar, following the wooden ladder down another tunnel, along the tunnel to a huge wine cellar, there was only an empty bottle of wine left in the cellar.

The cellar is where these people really hide, and in the center of the cellar, there's a shadowy pool of water, standing in this cellar, and Zhang Xiaoqiang weighs around, and the light in the cellar is not dark, obviously natural light, making him curious, and then he finds that the cellar's ceiling is suspended by hundreds of mirrors of different angles, and the mirror refracts the sun outside the vents, forming a refractive reflection, photographing the cellar as if it were daylight.

The cellar is large enough, most of the wooden shelves have been burned, there are some kitchenware on several wooden tables, there are a lot of bizarre potatoes in the corner of the cellar, a row of sealed plastic buckets next to the potatoes, the floor next to the bucket, you can see some traces of flour spills, and a variety of sun-dried vegetables hanging on the hanging wire on the wall, which looks pretty good.

This is just their kitchen, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a stove-like thing mounted on a large iron pot, a hot, fast heater attached to a long power cord in the iron pot, in a white disk next to the iron pot, filled with four washed dry and quiet potatoes, a tall, but thin Russian middle-aged woman stood aside with humility and seemed ready to cook potatoes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't look much, followed the guide, went up the stairs to the first floor, there were several aisles bypassed, to the reception room on the second floor, the reception room is quite luxurious, the decoration style is 18th century European classic theme, various furniture, decorations and curtains and carpets are all in a rich aristocratic style.

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to this reception room with a light luxury and exotic touch. He was a little uncomfortable at first. He got used to Chinese style, suddenly went into a strange environment, felt exotic, very uncomfortable. Then Zhang Xiaoqiang saw several large mustaches he had seen on the roof before. They were still wearing shabby clothes, which made him feel relaxed. At least he was wearing them better than these masters.

Big Beard, headed by the oldest, introduced himself in Russian, pointing to his nose and saying: "An… g… er. ”

“Angel…. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang repeated. The man with the big beard laughed satisfactorily. He asked Zhang Xiaoqiang to sit down and raise his hand. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to weaken his name. He nodded and smiled, pointing to his nose and said: “Conqueror... ”

Speaking of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he did what he did during the Louis XVI to imitate the Sheraton style wooden chair. The things in his hand naturally lay beside the chair and looked up at the old man with some temperament.

Angel didn't introduce the others, he just showed Zhang Xiaoqiang all their men, showed goodwill, and then let the others leave, when Paul walked in with his sister Karina.

Karina wore some light makeup, blocked the bruise on her face, wore a red gauze dress, her lumbar limbs swayed naturally as she walked gracefully, saw Karina, Zhang Xiaoqiang had to admit, this woman was better dressed than not dressed.