Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang stood still for a while, pulled out a multi-purpose kettle and drank a few sips, turned his head and looked at the city behind him, the city such as the sleeping hills, slowly dissipated a gradual death of a cool, and there was also a slightly uneasy weird, like a dangerous swirl hidden under the calm sea, compared to the peripheral corpse sea, the city seemed empty, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know what the city behind was lurking, what was counting him, trying to force him back to the city?

Any persecution that compels his personal will is disgusting to Zhang Xiaoqiang. If possible, Zhang Xiaoqiang really wants to kill all the zombies below. Unfortunately, he can't do it. The two rat blades can kill thousands of zombies. But when he kills, the zombies will have enough food to evolve into Type 2 zombies. By then, thousands of S2 zombies will be on board together. Don't say Zhang Xiaoqiang, even Gus won't necessarily be able to handle it. After all, their ability to play is not unlimited. Once the final card is lost, it is also their bad time.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, standing on the roof and looking down, had a headache. Then, he found that the downstairs sea of corpses was continually filling the distance green, as if there were still carcasses remitted into the sea of corpses, and there were more S2 carcasses below, gradually replacing the S-type carcasses looking for opportunities around them, which had apparently been transferred from various parts of the city.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know the specific population of the city, could not deduce the number of zombies in the city, the number of high-ranking zombies was equally unknown, but he knew that the longer he dragged, the more unfavourable he was, he was anxious, the iron door between the staircases was suddenly broken open, the iron door was raised high in the middle, fell off the door frame, and flew out of the fold, several tall figures burst out of the staircase, more zombies followed closely.

The flying iron door half twisted towards him, the screaming iron door flew to his front, split into two parts, split two and half fell beside him and rolled against the wall shock, then two big heads grunted to the corner of the wall, as a black blood splashed, the original pile of thick dust on the roof was wet by a black blood, sometimes many ugly heads rolled on the ground, will be rolled into mud by dark blood wet dust.

More and more corpses were scattered on the roof, and there was not much blood on the original corpse, and perhaps less than a bowl of blood on one corpse, but at this moment, the black blood running under the pile of corpses formed a small stream that slowly flowed into the drain with a disgusting stench.

The stairwell seemed to be a lair of zombies. Countless zombies rushed out of it. Zhang Xiaoqiang kept retreating. The zombie pile in front of him had piled up to three meters high. More zombies appeared on the pile. Then he was cut into several pieces by the mouse king's blade, constantly increasing the height of the pile.

Crushed stones kept rolling down from the body pile, fell to Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet were piled up with more and more bodies. He kept retreating. More and more corpses were slaughtered by Zhang Xiaoqiang. In terms of this pile of corpses in front of him, the number definitely exceeded 300. I don't know what Z2 corpses in the body sea think. Do you want to tire Zhang Xiaoqiang to death?

It is also tiring to make a repetitive action. Zhang Xiaoqiang's limit for controlling the rat king's blade to fly back is three rounds. After every three rendezvous rounds, he must recover his ability to reboot. Until he dumps the rat king's blade for the fiftieth time, Zhang Xiaoqiang is finally tired of it. He does not remotely control it, put away the rat king's blade, and pull out the rifle behind him to shoot.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang found worse. The rifle was more lethal than the rat king's blade in this small space, and more zombies were shot. Thirty zombies were shot in one magazine. After three magazines, the body reached five meters, almost half of the floor.

Zhang Xiaoqiang had to look up to see the top of the body mountain. At the end of the day, Zhang Xiaoqiang bit his teeth, threw down his rifle, drew out the mouse king's blade and rushed to the body mound. More and more zombies were cut into two pieces by Zhang Xiaoqiang. When he woke up from the exhaled killing, he found himself in such a high position that the roof could no longer accommodate so many zombies. The zombies piled up to the rooftop protective wall had already rolled down the stairs over the protective wall, and Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped because the zombies that could climb were killed by him, and the staircase passage was blocked by the zombies' bodies.

All of a sudden, he felt a sense of pride, not knowing when he would be able to do that? Hundreds of bodies under your feet? But he did it by himself, and he felt a sorrow, even if he did it to this extent, for the zombie ocean below, the sea poppy, for all Chinese zombies, not even a thousand cows.

Without a word, he pulled out a powerful flame tank, sprinkled fuel evenly on the body pile, took the tank and walked down the pile of bodies full of roofs, retrieved his rifle, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back at the body pile, jumped down the floor, a yellow and red can crossed an arc and fell on the body pile, before the spark came out, the entire stairwell was broken, the gravel bounced off, the sand and dust was scattered, several tall D2 carcasses yelled, the roaring tail was still stuck in his throat, his whole body was wrapped in fire, and turned into several fireballs fell on the roof...

Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to jump upstairs. On the roof around him, more S2 zombies died and followed, but did not lean over. Zhang Xiaoqiang bypassed the city center, bypassed the building where she saw the beautiful woman in red, and rushed off to another place, suddenly saw someone waving at him on the roof in front of him.

It's a man who can't see the exact age, his face is completely blocked by dark stains, broken and rotten clothes, and hemp bars are generally thin limbs. Seeing that man, Zhang Xiaoqiang changed his purpose and rushed to him, at least, this man is the image of the end of his life, even if the man is malicious, Zhang Xiaoqiang can easily solve it, in terms of risk, is insignificant.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed towards the man, let the man wave more often, saw the man wave, looked around again, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not good, all the attention of the man was on him, but ignored the surrounding S2 zombie, one left and two right zombies are changing direction towards the man, if the man is not an evolutionary, he will definitely die.

Zhang Xiaoqiang accelerated again, the more people jumped on the roof, the farther away. At the end of the day, the roof of a building was only two steps away. As he approached the man, he raised the MP7 in his hand to aim at the man.

The gunpoint of the black hole scared the man, opened his mouth to shout, two brilliant flames erupted from the barrel of the gun, in a slight tower sound, two connected lines of light rubbed the man, shot him on the ground, the next moment, two S2 corpses about to fall into shape, stepped on the drop point and jumped backwards.

The man who was terrified and sat down stopped talking and cried with a louder voice. He finally saw two S2 zombies, who could survive for two years in his last life. How could he not recognize what such zombies were? If the shooting storm of a meteor formed a large net around the man, forcing two S2 zombies to jump away, afraid to slay the man, and unwilling to retreat and flee.

“Ha!!! ”

Zhang Xiaozhang heavily stepped on the guardrail mounted with a rusted lightning rod and jumped high. After he drank it, his hands stopped firing when the sub-machine gun stopped. For just one second, the two S2 corpses jumped together, pounced at the man, the man shouted, white eyes fell backwards. At the moment when the man fell, the long-barred gunshot sounded again. The two tongues licked the corpse, and the corpse was beaten upside down, falling to the side.

“Bang……. ”

A loud noise, the cement floor beneath Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet cracked the crack like a spider web, two sub-machine guns fell to the ground, two fluorescences threw out of his hand, just standing steady foot of the corpse came again, the fluorescence flashed lightly from them, two corpses could no longer maintain balance, flipped in the air, while two heads fell off the body, rolling like balls on the ground.

When the body burst like a cloth bag on the ground, the man's throat “crept” for a long time, opened his eyes. In his eyes was Zhang Xiaoqiang's helmet like an alien warfare tool. Then he grinned and shouted, but Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored him at all. He walked back and picked up two sub-machine guns and thought.