Apocalypse Cockroach

The farce is finally over. The Russians have not left yet. More than 30 Russian Pu Han and more than a dozen Americans in broken clothes were escorted by Zhang Xiaoqiang to smoking American camps. When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked out of the gathering place, the Japanese closed all the exits, honestly staying in the gathering place waiting for an unknown fate, while Zhang Xiaoqiang assumed the burden of contacting the Russians.

An unexpected operation involves the corpse, the Axe Mountain gathering place, all three foreign forces, at the end of the day, nobody is interested in the benefits. Zhang Xiaoqiang is now fully armed. A sniper rifle as long as a horse knife is carried by him in his hand. The 14.5 caliber sniper rifle is not light in weight. A gun built for the evolutionist discards irrelevant materials and parts, maximizes the attack power and initial speed of the gun, but ignores the accuracy and rear seating power, that is, the shooter evolutionist can use this kind of rough gun hundred rounds, in exchange for ordinary people first not to say will break the back seating power of ribs, even the natural divine force is unlikely to shoot the bullet forward, and the chances of flying up into the sky appear to be greater.

Ever since the Mouse King blade, Zhang Xiaoqiang neglected to grasp the gun. Every time he mostly fought close to his body, for this reason, many times he was in danger. So when he lost the Mouse King blade, he picked up the gun again. At his mouth, an American evolution and Russian Puhan were looking at each other in anger, while the British behind him bit the Americans in the teeth. Without a doubt, their temporary team weighed heavily on contradiction.

“My lord, Ono is too much. How can you let it go like this? Axsan was killed by you. You should decide where Busan gathers. They will regret expelling you...” Naoko Miyamoto, as the only Japanese who voluntarily followed Xiaoqiang Zhang, was angry to replace Xiaoqiang Zhang. If Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know how many people would die last night, he wouldn't know if anyone else would be fine. But as an ordinary person, he would definitely die. Even if he only started contact with Xiaoqiang Zhang yesterday, he would still be grateful and deeply saddened by Ono's ungrateful intentions.

Miyamoto complained that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not agree, just looked at the two light helicopters roaming in the sky. After the death, all the helicopters kept the noise as low as possible. The two helicopters were not included. They circled in the sky like ghosts. Just as he looked up to the sky, Jima spoke. Naoko Miyamoto became an English translator again, and fluent American English was more fluent than Chinese.

“Sir, we don't want to stay with the Americans, my people want to shoot them for revenge, I stopped them, I'm sure you don't want to see us retaliate against each other, thank you very much for your care, we are going back...” Jima did not conceal his hatred of Americans, and more than two hundred evolutionists were brutally murdered by Americans after surrendering, making them unacceptable and naturally wanting to leave.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the frigid British girl with a headache. She wanted to keep it but didn't know what to say. Suddenly the light flashed and remembered Elizabeth, who was being held at Camp Okamoto, she said to Jima: “Your plane has been badly damaged. The right to air control is in the hands of the Russians. You don't have air support, do you?” In the teenage girl's hesitation, he went on to say: "You have company in my camp, there are zombies everywhere in the woods, just the few of you on the road are quite dangerous, you have lost so many companions, I don't think you want the rest of us to lose any more? Why don't you come with me, at least I can protect you for now... ”

Jima hesitated to hear Zhang Xiaoqiang's words. Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to ride hot iron, but then walked over to an American evolutionary. This evolutionist was in his 20s, had dark eyes, but had high nostrils, deep eyelids, and a handsome appearance. The first thing he faced before walking was Jima's hateful eyes. He showed quite a frank and even polite smile at Jima, and then introduced himself in Zhang Xiaoqiang's strange eyes:

“Thank you for rescuing us from the Japanese. My name is John Lee. I am a quarter Chinese and believe we will have a lot of consensus...” Li John used Chinese with a slight tongue clip, which is a bit strange, Zhang Xiaoqiang can still understand, Li John's Chinese makes Miyamoto very disdainful, but he is not stupid enough to correct Li John's pronunciation, just turn his eyes and stare at those wild Russian Pu Han trapped in the iron chain.

“I regret the death of British evolutionists, who do not agree with this barbaric, inhuman approach, but unfortunately we do not have the right to decide, and I can assure you that every American present does not have British blood, if you do not believe me, we can wait for your psychic detective to interrogate us, and with the power of the spiritual evolutionist, we will be invisible...” Li Johan then explained to Jima, Naoto Miyamoto knew that Li Johan spoke Chinese and did not dare to do anything. He had originally said Li Johan's words, but his tone changed slightly. At the same time, Li Johan explained to Jima, he turned his head and looked at Miyamoto, his black eyes filled with a deep smile, but did not report to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and looked at Jima lightly.

Jima bites his lips and stares hatefully at the handsome Lee John, 34's chest fluctuates quickly, didn't end up looking for Lee John's trouble, turned his head like gambling, after Lee John resolved Jima's resentment eyes, then went back to the previous topic, said with 120,000 points of sincerity:

“My paternal clan is all Chinese, I guess I am also Chinese. There is no hostility between China and the United States, and there is no conflict of interest between us. With this premise, we cannot count as enemies. As long as you agree, my companions and I will temporarily obey your command until Dr. Flanders reach an agreement with you to let us return... ”

Western spills said a bunch of words, but it was all bullshit. Americans and ordinary evolutionists are different. They are too dependent on equipment. Now they are called flowers. Otherwise, they are not as good as ordinary evolutionists. Otherwise, they would not be honest in front of a few British people. Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded to Li John:

“As long as you be honest, I can guarantee your safety and wait for me to take care of the Russians before we talk about the future. Now you better take care of the Brits. Whatever you do, I need to get rid of their grievances. Otherwise... Otherwise, you will probably belong to the Brits in the future... ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang gave Li Johnston a full face of sadness. Zhang Xiaoqiang was quite upset with the American practice. Not to mention that Englishmen and themselves were half comrades in battle, but that he had surrendered, but Americans still killed him. This clearly violated his bottom line. Knowing that he had faced so many opponents, he had never committed such an unwarranted massacre.

After Zhang Xiaoqiang temporarily appeased the Americans and the British, they arrived in front of more than thirty blood-eyed big men, these Pu Han were as strong as ever, saw Zhang Xiaoqiang come, struggled to shake, tied the iron chain on his body dinged, had they not been tightened firmly, it had to be said that Admiral Zhang Xiaoqiang Sheng would have torn apart, but not all of them were this barbaric appearance, hiding a Russian beard in the middle of Pu Han, his face full of beard made him look like a gorilla, but he was the shortest of the Russians, even if he hid from the glitter, there was no shape in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored these hugs before he had to bite his pu han, waved his fist and hit the nearest guy. Each of these pu han was more than 2 meters tall. His muscles were like rocks. The knotted blues curved like an embossed disk on his muscles. But under Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist, these strong guys were like cloth bags filled with cotton, scattered around in a single muffled hum.

No one can stop Zhang Xiaoqiang's second punch. These guys, who weigh at least 300 kg, fly and fall like paper paste. A lot of Pu Han fell on the ground and then curled up in pain, smoked the air silky. These sores have degenerated to the extreme. Even if their limbs were broken, they wouldn't necessarily scream for pain. The guys couldn't hold Zhang Xiaoqiang's lightly floating punch, leaving that big beard's face uninhabited.

A Pu Han flew over the beard and fell on the ground like cramps pain, and hiding in the middle of Pu Han, he slowly exposed himself to Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. Even if he dodged left or right, he could not hide from Zhang Xiaoqiang's deep vision. After all Pu Han fell on the ground and couldn't move, this big beard suddenly stood up and shouted to Zhang Xiaoqiang:

“The third flag of the Golden Left Flag, Daihachi, reports to the cockroach brother... ”