Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang dragged Paul heavily onto the ground. The tremendous vibration almost gave him a mouthful of blood. Five dirts were tangled in the vibration. The bloody smell in his mouth stimulated his tastebuds. There were falling debris and burning pieces surrounding him. The fire slowly spread around the two people, and the thick black smoke blocked them from the other planes.

Paul had fainted and, looking at the bone stabbed out of his thigh, knew that this excellent pilot was in poor condition. If he could not be rescued, he would lose his life if only blood was shed from the wound torn apart by the bone.

Zhang Xiaoqiang spit out the blood in his mouth, hung the G36 rifle on his neck, twisted the box with one hand, grabbed Paul's collar with one hand, dragged him to the front to burn the vegetation, revealed the black hole of the well and went away, the plane in the sky Zhang Xiaoqiang can no longer control,

When he was smart, he smashed the window of the machine with a mouse blade, pulled Paul out of it, and took back the box, using the exploding plane as a cover. The great disaster of falling to the ground has been counted as God's blessing, that is, he already has experience of falling at high altitude, can borrow various things as a stepping stone, otherwise now he and Paul should become coke corpses together with the plane.

Dragged Paul to the dry well, there was not a drop of water inside, the dry sand stained with a layer of black ash, the distance of three meters was not so difficult to cross. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw down the big box first, then ripped Paul's collar off, made his neck not so restrained, fed him the final life support Dan, put on the breathing apparatus on the flying helmet, then ripped off Paul's bloody legs, did a simple treatment, and then dragged him into the dead well.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, sitting in the dead well, relieved for a long time. The sky at the well head was stained with smoke and ink. One helicopter after the other flew from above. When he saw the last funeral sender flying over, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to insist on his equipment.

Originally he took the G36 rifle only in the past, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even know how many rifles he had broken, so he didn't care, but right now he was the only thing that could harm the helicopter, besides, he only had a Type 92 pistol, two rat blades, a spare army knife, these are not enough for the 12 helicopters.

If so, Zhang Xiaoqiang can stay hidden in this dead well until the new era leaves, but this is his territory, he doesn't know what it means to have so many planes here, and they have never received a call from the base, is something wrong? The new era has unconventional weapons in its hands. God knows what kind of damage can be done?

Thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang twisted his head and saw the big box next to him, the titanium metal box, the same protective arm that he saw on the Yu silver blossom, which, combined with the technology of the new era, evolved into integrated communications, weapons, personal terminals, and protective versatility.

A small arm has so many functions, isn't a box this big? Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang stroked the cold box, the box flashed a little green light, the password lock of this box had not been relevant since it was opened, Zhang Xiaoqiang very easily started, when he opened the box, he was temporarily depressed, he saw a lot of fission pistol ammunition, but these ammunition were useless to him.

And then he saw lots of drugs, and he didn't know what they were, but he implicitly guessed that they were all antidotes, which means that Laundry found the biggest secret to the supply base in the event of a mishit next month.

Seeing these things, Zhang Xiaoqiang was mixed in his heart. The value of these things allowed him to destroy all Yu Silver Flowers and New Era Regular Legions. The new era, in order to control force, carried out high-level kidnappings, tied the lives of those officers to them, seemed very safe, in fact the greatest hidden danger, people were selfish, and once their lives were threatened, they did not care whether or not to put the interests of the organization above the interests of the individual.

By deciphering the secrets of medicine, he can covertly counteract the New Era legions of the entire Asian region. By then, the roots of the New Era in the Asian region will have completely collapsed, without the need for a major military offensive, knowing that he can reach a consensus with the upper echelons of those legions and form an alliance, so that the New Era will never be able to acquire China once and for all.

It's just that these things are fantasies of the future, and he has to get back to reality, and the New Era sends a half squadron of funeral aid helicopters in his belly, and if not mistakenly, these helicopters will be the only funeral aid helicopters left in the entire Asian region.

The first compartment was opened by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Finally, he saw the textured cracking rifle lying on the lowest level, which Zhang Xiaoqiang had not seen before. He picked up the single lens next to the rifle and stuck it in his right eye. Zhang Xiao Johnton was struck by a dizzy brain.

He is not the moon of laundry, he can get some knowledge from other people's brains, these foreign subtitles are like a heavenly book to him, just when he couldn't help but want to take them off, the subtitles suddenly converted to Chinese, the first line is an introduction to the function of the rifle.

I don't know who entered the subtitles for this multifunction terminal, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was able to write down the structure and function of this rifle at a glance, followed by the introduction of this personal terminal, which is equally inexplicable, not only can be linked to the cracking rifle, but also used as a scope, but also communicate, infrared, night vision and enemy self-identification and integration, which is a simplified version of the multifunction helmet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the crystal cylinder and stuck it in the magazine. Suddenly he had some confidence in his mind. This rifle was capable of firing and shooting continuously. Where was it stronger than just a single original cracking gun? After he closed the box, he got up and looked at the unconscious Paul, carrying a G36 rifle on his back, and ran out.

Just now in the dead well, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the plane circling in the sky. Twelve planes roamed over the fire-burning woods, descending their fuselage from time to time and searching downwards. Paul's attack was not ineffective before, at least to keep the target of the flotilla trapped by the flames, so that the helicopter could not save such personnel.

The grass around the borehole was burned into coke black, and countless Mars flashed slowly at the roots close to the ground, sometimes burning back into fire and sometimes extinguishing a spark of smoke.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw something covered in black and grey crawling towards him. After looking at the moon-toothed head, he immediately recognized that this was the little beetle he had recovered from Laundry Moon Camp.

The little beetle was well taken care of in the laundry moon along with some other mutant beasts. When boarding the plane, the oil was bright and the shell was like fine glass, with a golden purple base and seven colored lights, but now the beetle wrapped in black grey was more like a large shithole.

The beetle did not climb blindly, but crawled straight towards Zhang Xiaoqiang. The speed was not slow. Three or two strokes reached Zhang Xiaoqiang's nose tip, lifted the mouthpiece of his jaw, seemed to say hello, then jumped onto Zhang Xiaoqiang's back, climbed along his body to the dry well below, squatted between the box and Paul motionless.

“Ma... is fine... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded, his legs hurriedly jumped out of the well head, rolled around on the burning ground, pointed his gun around, surrounded by flames and smoke, the helicopter in the sky only circled in the burning forest, black smoke was propelled into pieces around the fuselage.

There was not much movement around him, Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully strolled over to the woods, then covered, endured smoke smoke and fire burning in the fire sea, as he approached the various buildings that had been previously blown up, a side-flagged Land Cruiser was seen by him, the Land Cruiser was very ordinary, the paint on the shell had scratches and rust marks, and there was also broken glass, the layer of dust made it dark.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention was drawn to several boxes that rolled out of the door, one of the black iron boxes was opened and several white single-handed surface-to-air missiles were scattered around and about to be burned by the flames of the past.

Zhang Xiaoqiang bent his waist and rushed over there, opening the iron box one by one. Among them were injectables like round steel pipes, medicines like crystal particles, magazines filled with bullets, grenades of various types and small and odd bombs, and a strong burning agent that Xiaoqiang was familiar with.

Zhang Xiaoqiang searched all the boxes, including the one that was stuck in the car, but without the unisoldier missile launching system he envisioned, it was all ammunition and living materials as well as medical agents...