Apocalypse Cockroach

After evolution, the serpent flew fast, swimming on the surface of the river like a floating shadow, the scenery on both sides of the bank seemed like a streamline, quickly flashed by his side, half an hour later, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the peripheral buildings in Shanghai, more tall buildings were located in the obscure distance, under the blue sky, a layer of dark fog spread over the city, forming a strong and contradictory contrast, As if there were any unpredictable danger in Shanghai, but not close to Shanghai, Zhang Xiaoqiang already had some idea of the actual situation in Shanghai. The closer Shanghai's suburbs were to the city center and the sea, the safer it was. The zombies had long abandoned the city. Only a few zombies circled in complex terrain, and the dead were trapped inside. The city concentrated much of the wealth and materials in the southeast region. These Materials are squandering in the hands of survivors in Shanghai, they are abundant in the aftermath of the harsh struggle for exasperative enjoyment, the shortage of materials for the first two years and the constant death crisis hanging over each of them, they are now retaliatory exasperation of all their negative emotions, of course, such exasperation can only be owned by evolutionists.

After the end of their lives, some became evolutionaries, had enough strength, and no longer had to worry about the former government, which had not appeared for more than two years. Some of the previously surviving armies had fallen victim to unrest, some had become new forces and were disengaged from the army system, while others had retreated from the corners, guarding a few survivors and waiting painstakingly for support that would never have been possible.

No one knows how many small forces are in Shanghai, no one knows how many survivors are in Shanghai, but one thing is certain. Each force has its own evolutionists. By hierarchy, at least two or more evolutionists can form small forces. Otherwise, they will be annexed in the shortest possible time. Ordinary survivors will be enslaved under the hands of these evolutionists. Shanghai has enough material to be squandered. The value of these survivors is not reflected in creation. They are simply enslaved by oppression and survived as toys of superiors.

Survivors in Shanghai are pathetic. Evolutionists don't care about their lives. They just care about whether they can have enough enjoyment and happiness. Survivors are not the same in the eyes of Evolutionists. They are just a bunch of domestic slaves, a bunch of slaves who can serve themselves and enjoy themselves. Survivors no longer have dignity or the right to be human beings. Their lives and self-esteem have been trampled upon since the end of their lives. It can be said that Shanghai is now a hell of a world. Some people are always trying to please these survivors in exchange for tigers and sell others for the pleasure of Evolutionists, but they are also just walking dogs in the eyes of Evolutionists, including the woman who infiltrated the sand continent yesterday, who truly wants to live and live well in Shanghai. Only Evolutionists can do so.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is very hesitant, Shanghai can go or not, go, maybe he can lay a nail in Shanghai, lay the groundwork for the Yangtze River fleet to recover Shanghai in the future, if so, he will necessarily waste a lot of time in Shanghai, of course, he can pretend that he doesn't know anything, go straight to Shunjiang, even if Shanghai's evolutionists have intercepts at Yangtze River's exit, he doesn't believe that anyone can really stop himself, besides, at present his main goal is not to recover Shanghai, or go out searching for Australia. If Shanghai delays for a long time, until the new era comes out of all kinds of trouble, God knows what variables?

In hesitation, several rows of wood and two motorboats suddenly appeared in front, the rows of wood lost power in the river, the water was flowing slowly, the crowded women and children screamed, the cluttered screams conveyed the extreme fear in the hearts of women and children, at least ten people on each row, six rows of wood together numbered sixty and seventy people, these people randomly ran into two motorboats and panicked, even across the distance, Zhang Xiaoqiang could see who faces despair and sorrow.

Suddenly, a blue motorboat plowed out a few meters of water flowers on the river surface and rubbed itself from one of the wooden rows. A small figure instantly rose from the wooden rows high and was dragged to the surface by the motorboat. Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes contracted violently, all he could see clearly before and after. There were two men on the motorboat, one driving the motorboat and the other dancing a rope with a tie hook. In two staggered moments, a round iron hook flew on the wooden row to catch a ten-year-old child, pierced his chest and dragged the child sliding on the river water.

A row of drainage columns rose in the rapid friction between the child and the river water. The men on the motorboat's face rose red and twisted. There was a perverted smile on the flimsy face. The child rolled and floated in the water, and the water splattered, pulling and dragging as the motorboat turned. Soon, the human figure was no longer visible and became a tangled flesh. The group shook open the layer of water underwater.

The men on the motorboat laughed and laughed, and they could see that they enjoyed this kind of entertainment and fun. The women and children on the wooden platoon cried in despair. Another woman was hooked out of the wooden platoon by another man on the motorboat. The screaming stopped at the moment she went into the water. This time, the hook caught the woman's belly, in the blowing wave, the clothes on the woman's body were instantly washed away by the water, the snow white body spinning in the river. As the motorboat turned into a phase, the sharp iron hook suddenly splashed the woman's body in two, the blood water splashed up, two bodies rolled over the river with their guts. Three or five seconds later, the woman who turned into a mutilated body was devoured by the river water, leaving only the scarlet's red swirl float the river with the previously torn clothes.

Previously, the boy had not been unhooked and rolled over the river, until the rope was cut off before sinking slowly into the river bottom, and the man on the motorboat came out with a new iron hook, excitedly searching for the next goal, in the frightened eyes of the wooden row crowd, the motorboat revolving around the wooden row rushed toward the wooden row again, suddenly, the two men jumped from the wooden row and strove to swim across the river, they expected the man on the wooden row to attract the sight of the hunter, the hunter was indeed attracted to them, the man driving the motorboat had a rhythmic crossing of mind, each rushed toward his own goal, the steep sword of the boat, and instantly hit their chosen prey.

A man was like a leather ball kicked off the surface, flying from the water to the sky, bones were smashed all over his body, irregularly twisting toward the surface of the water, the moment it fell, the speeding motorboat hit it again, eventually blowing up into blood fog, the broken limbs drifted to the surface of the river, faint river water, another man was pressed into the bottom of the water by the motorboat, as the motorboat split the layer of white waves, the man had become a floating corpse and circled in the shaken water waves.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was already stuck, his eyes almost lost focus. He personally saw a killing that was not for food, not for materials, not even for living space. The killer killed only to satisfy their simple beast desire, enjoy the power and joy that arbitrarily took the lives of others. The target of the killing was human beings of the same origin as them. But on the cheeks of those excitement, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not find them even a little hidden heart. Zhang Xiaoqiang was also a killer. The human beings who died in his hands were unknown. There were Han people, Mongolians, there were wolf flag armies, there was a new era, there were men, there were also women, but Zhang Xiaoqiang would never kill for the enjoyment of the killing. Each person he killed was to save more people.

So seeing this scene today, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't accept it for a moment, he was stuck, but the killing wasn't over, and the man on the motorboat was like playing with the mouse cat, using several survivors on the wooden platoon as toys for random play, maybe they were already impatient, and one of the motorboats drew a huge arc on the water, pointing the bow at a wooden platoon to accelerate, The speedy motorboat rushed to the front of the wooden row in the shortest possible time, and then the whole motorboat stunt swept up from the water, across the brief space, the survivors of the barbaric bull crashing into the wooden row, a few loud murmurs, the motorboat swaying and falling into the water, behind the motorboat, several survivors as if they had been rolled over by a scarecrow devastated by the wind, landing on the water around them, just this second, the wooden row The survivors lost two thirds of their lives, leaving two or three people sitting on the wooden row crying out loud.

Another motorboat suddenly washed out toward the wood, in the terrified scream of the survivors, a snowy curved hook caught the wooden chop, under the guidance of the motorboat, rushed to one side, just when the people on the wooden chop thought they had been captured by the motorboat, another motorboat regained power, turned around, also threw out the hook, hooked the same wooden chop, two motorboats pulled in both directions simultaneously, the already fragile wooden chop instantly dispersed, a scream, all the survivors fell into the water, several small children were instantly devoured by the river water...