Apocalypse Cockroach

The woman is beautiful, it is the kind of sweetness characteristic of Sichuan girl, as if she were pure as an angel, as if she had not been sullied by the world and the last generation, her eyes were clear as impurity free spring water, and when she saw those eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart rate also accelerated slightly.

To say that the beauty of this woman is only relative, far less than the faintness of the moon of laundry, less than the cold and flamboyant, upper officials Qiaoyun and Yuan Yi are stronger than her, but it gives a feeling of weakness and clarity, like a deserted lamb, standing on a hillside staring at the distant grasslands helplessly.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang crossed a lightning bolt in his heart, he understood his place in the last world, God gave him the ability, gave him luck, he not only wanted to be alone, but to carry out his duties with everything he had. Historical characters were not born to rule the world, they also walked out step by step, some fell down, some laughed at the end, but they all became part of history, merged with Huaxia civilization, eventually imprinted in the mind of the later.

Zhang Xiaoqiang never thought he could really be what kind of person, but at this moment, he understood that history is just so created, some people are talented and incompetent, they can either be rich in armor, or they can become big characters that shock one side, but they only live in the present, their eyes only see what is in front of them, they lose the opportunity to retain their name history, and they lose the opportunity to integrate themselves into Huaxia. Even if they achieve more, they will eventually be forgotten.

Some people are talentless and capable. They dare to shoulder their responsibilities and assume the responsibilities of a people. The goals they set for themselves, regardless of their outcome, will always be remembered in history. Even if they carry a thousand ancient curses, they will finally give their share of the credit to Hua Xia. Cao Cao, Wan Min, Yuefei, Zhu Yuanzhenmo did not.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked deeply at the woman standing in the distant building and turned around and left. The corpse behind him still stands as still as before. Zhang Xiaoqiang can easily be solved by throwing out the Mouse King's Blade. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not prepared to do so. His goal is Gus. He will not delay himself because of a woman. Zhang Xiaoqiang will not do so if countless people die because of a woman.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's back was also seen by the woman in the high building. At the moment of his turn, a slight surprise appeared in the woman's eyes. She knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang saw herself. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was blocked by the protective face of the helmet, through what complex electronic eyes, she knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang absolutely saw her face, but when Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around, she was depressed, had she become ugly?

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked out along the way, I don't know why, the woman's face always waved in his head, he wanted to look at it more than once, but he used his perseverance to control himself not to turn his head, just now he didn't think the biggest reason to save her was not for the so-called goal, he saw every detail on the woman through the optical system of the helmet.

Women have no makeup, the skin on their faces is red and white, their cheeks are naturally pink, better than most women's skin before the end of life, women's silk is dancing with the wind, every hair is bright and bright, shiny black, if before the end of life, you can do shampoo advertising.

There's a woman's long red dress, and there's nothing broken on it, like the silk that was just cut, let alone stained, and there's not even a single fold. It's so perfect. Women don't look like survivors of the last generation, but they look like models filming ads, and everything is suspicious.

It happened that Zhang Xiaoqiang had passed the age of curiosity, and at the same time reached the stage of immunization against aesthetics. All the inappropriate times were dangerous. He was not the all-powerful god. The world was dangerous enough. The creatures above him of all abilities were unknown. If they were in the Prairie Corps, they might not have felt it, but after coming out of nowhere, whether it was the beastly mutant tiger in the forest, or the laundry moon and Gus, he could not deal with them, which made him recover from his arrogant arrogance and disappear for a long time prudence.

On the way back, Zhang Xiaoqiang discovered something wrong. The previously empty streets gradually appeared to be buried with zombies. Thirty-five dozen or so scattered swarms of zombies seemed normal. After summarizing all the places where the zombies appeared through the personal terminals in the helmet, a loose semi-surround was formed.

Then the personal terminal made a * to Zhang Xiaoqiang, automatically providing Zhang Xiaoqiang with a retreat route. Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the route and found that it was first to get him back to the place where he saw the woman. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the place had gotten weird, and more and more zombies were pouring into the street.

Zhang Xiaoqiang carried a heavy machine gun behind his back, held an MP7 with a mouse blade, carefully allowed a group of zombies to touch it outside the city, the zombies seemed attracted by the magnetic field he distributed, a group of zombies centered on Zhang Xiaoqiang, slowly gathered together, Zhang Xiaoqiang chose fewer routes and less space to bypass until he was accidentally surrounded by zombies.

Thousands of zombies formed spectacular corpses, filled the entire street, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced back and forth, turned to climb the roadside rusty street lamp, the lamp posts belonged to the polymeric material, not rusted by rain, only the lamp cover was rusted with only a thin layer of iron.

Under Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, who climbed the street lamp, were all filled with zombies in every inch of space. Countless zombies crowded under Zhang Xiaoqiang, looked up, and opened the big mouth full of pointed teeth, as if waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to fall into their big mouth.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's psychological qualities are sufficient for him to cope with such a scene. According to Zhang Xiaoqiang, killing the zombie below is not difficult for Zhang Xiaoqiang, but he is not prepared to do so. The zombie's corpse is always a big trouble. If the zombie continues to evolve, God knows how many Type 2 zombies will be born?

Zhang Xiaoqiang squatted at the top of the street lamp, jumped up, crossed the heads of countless zombies, and hit the roadside floor. At the moment he was about to hit, the two rat blades stabbed the cement floor without difficulty.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, lying on the floor, was like a large gecko, his feet stared at the wall, with plane tires as the military shoes on the sole of the shoe super adhesion, easily let him step on the smooth cement coating, then he used the mouse blade as a fulcrum, one climb up, as he was about to reach the top of the five floors, a shadow covered him, Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the S2 zombie who had fallen towards him, his feet pressed against the wall and jumped up, the whole person jumped four or five meters horizontally, as before, crucified on the wall, let the falling S2 zombie pass, and then continued to climb up.

There was a sound of a corpse falling under him. Zhang Xiaoqiang had no interest in looking at it. He climbed up three or two times and stood on the roof. He saw more roofs. The distance between the building and the building was far away. There were all kinds of things on the roof, water tanks, dead vines, fruit trees without leaves, and coffee table seats in the open air. Of course, there were corpses.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fixed the gun on his back with a leather buckle, took a few steps back to accelerate his run, ran to the edge of the roof to jump, stepped on the fence to accelerate again, the whole person flew more than 10 meters of space with the crowded zombie below, landed on the opposite roof, double-footed, stepped on the ground under the foot to offset the impact, and ran again, like before.

A year ago, Zhang Xiaoqiang could never have imagined that one day he would be able to do this. Even if he encountered a super high floor between buildings, it wouldn't matter. The rat blade was less difficult to pierce the wall than to pierce the tofu. Three or two times he could climb to the roof. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped on the roof as if he were a variant of the genocide prototype, flying faster and farther over the city, and farther and farther away. The corpse behind him did not know how far he had left. In the jump, Zhang Xiaoqiang's accumulated depression in his heart suddenly dissipated. He couldn't resist shouting loudly. In the quiet city, the long whistling sounds spread further and farther, eventually triggering the D2 roar of the whole city in response.