Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on a wooden chair, his feet casually hanging on a fine coffee table. Opposite him, Angel's nervous Morgan rifle was in his hand. The rifle was smooth around him and the barrel flashed with ghost oil. This rifle was Angel's antique collection. It was originally a World War II sniper's favorite gun. He shot more than 180 Germans with this rifle and was personally received by Stalin.

Later, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, he sold the meritorious rifle to Angel's father, and the veteran had long since vanished into a period of change. Only this vintage sniper rifle was still in Angel's hands, witnessing another era.

Angel finally revealed his true face, a grim, somewhat rigid, middle-aged man with a tall forehead, deep eyes, tall nose beams, slightly curved nose, slightly thin lips and thin cheeks that looked like the opposite of the movie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang will not look at the face, but he will look at people. During the time Angel was in contact, he found Angel to be a responsible and righteous leader. As of now, their food has not reached the final stage. Angel did not eat one extra bite because he is a leader. The people below are not afraid of Angel's authority, but respect for his parents, a respect that comes from the heart and is engraved into the bones.

Angel's decision satisfied Zhang Xiaoqiang. To be honest, he greatly appreciated Angel. If he were in the interior, Angel would definitely be able to enter the core layer of his power, then Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head. Even in the interior, Angel would not necessarily be appreciated by him, without contact, without understanding for a long time, he did not necessarily know such a person.

Angel wiped a bullet, carefully placed it in his waist bag, and when he felt everything was ready, he looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang swept the rifle, helplessly shook his head, and he didn't have to take this with him at all. The biggest benefit of Zhang Xiaoqiang's new abilities was to save the bullet and use it against the zombie.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak, Angel did not speak. Time seemed to stand still on this sunny afternoon. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who came quietly, enjoyed this rare tranquillity. Soon his footsteps broke his tranquillity. Paul stood tightly at the door and nodded to them.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped out of the cellar again, breathing the smell of green grass outside, he was shocked by the spirit of the ground, and then Angel three people crawled out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's back, all three of them wearing masks, tight clothing, and a frame nailed to a wooden board behind them, the shelf resembled a wooden box made in Japan of tofu, with a wooden board on one side, another hollow side, separated by a smaller wooden board in the frame is a long wooden box, each wooden box has a bottle filled with gasoline, and the outside side is wrapped with several elastic rubber straps, neither will let the burning bottle fall out, easy to use.

The Molotov cocktail originated in the Spanish Civil War and was invented by the Soviets as a great killer against tanks. It was simple, powerful and widely used in World War II. Angel and Zhang Xiaoqiang both made it. Magnesium powder Angel also accumulated some, and now comes in handy as an occasional need.

Three people had thirty flasks, Angel had a crowbar in addition to his rifle, Paul had an iron hook attached to a wooden handle, much like the guy who cooked the meat and took the cooked meat, and Guslav had a 10-litre flat iron pot filled with spare gasoline.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the three men ready, took them to the bush behind the small building, then there, a little less wandering zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in front, the other three followed Zhang Xiaoqiang 10 meters later, Angel's rifle had not been put down, constantly aiming at the distant zombies, instead fell to the end.

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly accelerated 30 meters from the bush. In the expression of the three people's gaze, he rushed to the side of the bush and jumped up. He turned a beautiful heel in the air and fell outside the bush. The three people trembled to the side of the bush, and heard Zhang Xiaoqiang impatiently urging outside.

When the three men finally drilled out of the bush, they saw all the zombies within 100 meters fell to the ground. Each zombie was beheaded and Zhang Xiaoqiang stood looking at them in the zombie corpse.

As Zhang Xiaoqiang had previously instructed, the three men gathered the corpses together, poured gasoline on them, lit their heads on fire. They had not yet waited for the flames to burn all the corpses. Zhang Xiaoqiang's summons came before them, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was 200 meters away. Dozens of other corpses were gathered together and dumped together.

By this time, they had not yet figured out how Zhang Xiaoqiang did it. Thus, Zhang Xiaoqiang killed a zombie in the front and the three of them cleaned up in the back. Because of the suspicion that the rifle was in the way, Angel even found a hiding place to hide the rifle and followed Zhang Xiaoqiang behind his back with a wooden shelf.

Vladivostok did a good job of greening. A large area of woodland merged with the city. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not need to kill all the zombies he saw. He only needed to clear a safe road, and three more people followed him closely to the end. He was very happy to kill. Every time he saw the zombies, Zhang Xiaoqiang took the initiative to greet them. As strange as it was, he gathered them together into a pile, freely threw out the mouse blade and cut off the neck of all the zombies.

In continuous cleaning, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know how many corpses he had killed. He just felt that the rat blade was getting smoother and sharper. He could only throw out 20 meters before. Now he can throw out at least 22 meters and control the rat blade conversion angle. For example, the swivel dart can fly back on its own. If it is not far from him, the rat blade can slowly circle around him, much like the remote control ability of the Iron Plains.

The three Angels have long regarded Zhang Xiaoqiang as a god. Zhang Xiaoqiang followed Zhang Xiaoqiang with a low eyebrow as a miscellaneous servant. Zhang Xiaoqiang also knew that he had killed well, but as opposed to a small group of zombies, a large number of zombies could not be touched. Unless he used fishing tactics, thousands of zombies would be washed away, killing more than a dozen at a time, and couldn't be killed at all.

In the route carefully chosen by Zhang Xiaoqiang, four people approached the building 350 meters tall, the building's glass windows were no different, mostly due to the rain rusting of the window frame, on the bottom five floors, all the windows were nailed with various wooden boards or blocked with things, not to mention the doors, a variety of wooden cabinets, stone carvings, and electrical appliances to make it very solid.

Standing at the gate, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Angel suspiciously, Angel looked up at the roof, but the building was too tall, his neck was raised to the highest level and the roof could not be seen.

“Cut...”

The window on the second floor made a crisp noise, a plank was removed, and then several other planks were removed. A cord ladder drooled out the window. After the cord ladder threw out, several more messy beards of hair appeared in the window. They whispered at Angel and saw two people grunting for half a day. Angel seemed to let one of them go with him, but he didn't want to fight with Angel or something.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head around and found that the surrounding zombies seemed to move this way again, remembering that Z-shaped zombies relied on ordinary zombie reconnaissance, lazy to stand here and wait, walking to the rope ladder to grab and climb up.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is the god of the three Angels. He is the hero who brought them here. Zhang Xiaoqiang is going in. Do they dare to follow? Soon after, the three of them climbed up to the second floor, waiting for the last person to disappear in the window, and Tinker Bell, the window on the second floor was re-sealed.

The first time Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the room, he was watched by seventy-eight eyes. Faced with these eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang was completely fearless. He shot at these people with a slight arrogance. Faced with Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, everyone bowed their heads. They were not blind. Zhang Xiaoqiang's path must have a strong smoke. Each strong smoke meant hundreds more, dozens less zombie corpses.

When Angel came in, several men rushed past with planks, knocking, all the light was blocked from the outside, and the next moment, a torch was lit, a chair leg, wrapped with a circle of gelatin tape, and the room was fumigated by dark air.

The guide walked ahead with a torch, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Angel followed behind, and Paul and Guslav curiously measured the surroundings closely behind the crowd.

The torch is not bright. The surrounding environment is still dim. Zhang Xiaoqiang sees a lot of black blood spots and palm marks on the walls he walks to. From time to time, he can also see signs of blood flowing from the walls. The rooms he walks through are all dim. The faint light enters through the gap between the boards, illuminating the space between the dimensions.

After the lead, Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned. All these people in front had a stench. It seemed like they hadn't bathed in a long time? Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang left a few steps behind. When he contacted Angel and them, Angel and they did not repair the margins, but they were still clean. There was nothing odorous about them. The smell on these people made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel slightly disgusted with these people.