Apocalypse Cockroach

The wheelchair stopped in front of the woman, and the wheelchair parked in front of her eyes could not attract her attention. As in the previous position, her eyes looked into the distance through the gap of the wheel, or she could not hope anything.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the mother and son, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable. He knew that he should walk away. He could save this one. He could not save thousands, tens of thousands, and he has the ability to save them. Why should he save them? With the food reserve in the base that is enough for 100,000 people to eat for a week? With only a thousand people in the team eating half a year of food?

The wheelchair was removed from the mother and the mother. The removed wheelchair did not have any effect on the mother and child. The daze was in a daze, watching the sky continue to look, they were separated from the world, and they were waiting to enter another world.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly turned the wheelchair. He felt that the lightweight wheelchair was so heavy and heavy that his heart was shaking. He felt that it was so difficult to move one centimeter forward.

He hates that he hates the leaders of the gathering place. They are so ruthless, their food is all taken from these savage people.

He hates, he hates himself, he is so selfish, just for a vain reason, he has to give up two lives, one of which is still a young child.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped. He couldn’t push it. The wheelchair was too heavy. He couldn’t push a punch to break the stone wall. He was very uncomfortable, his eyes were wet, he raised his back and wiped it slightly, his throat dried, and he picked up the kettle. The trembling hands can't screw the lid.

Seems to hear a whisper behind him, he finally looked back.

The woman is sitting still without strength. She looks at the sky with her child. She looks at the sky. Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at her. The time is gone. The woman who hasn’t moved is moving. She slowly lifts the child up. I stopped my chest and stopped for a while. It seemed that the action had just exhausted her physical strength.

Then she did something that Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't think of. She opened her chest and revealed her dry milk room. The milk room didn't have any beauty, just like a balloon that was deflated, people looked at her heart. The woman stuffed the milk into the child's mouth and held him tightly.

Motherhood is great. At the last moment, the woman said that it is to feed the child. It is better to give him the last bit of maternal love. This infinite love brings out the infinitesimalness of Zhang Xiaoqiang·······

"Come on slowly, don't be starved to death, but you are killed."

Zhang Xiaoqiang whispered to the mother and son who were desperately swallowing. The child did not respond. He only looked down at the pastry in his hand. The woman nodded gratefully, stopped and stopped eating, and held half a piece of cake tightly in her hand.

The pastry is Yuan Yi’s fear that Zhang Xiaoqiang is hungry and deliberately puts himself in a wheelchair. Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to save the mother and son, and when he is afraid to return to the camp to call people, the mother and son have passed away, reminding him of If you have food on your body, you will save your urgency first.

"Do not leave food, I know that you want to leave it to children, we have been stared, you can only be robbed if you eat the food..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang plainly advised the woman that he was telling the truth. When he took out the food to the woman, several equally hungry men stared at him.

The woman heard this and swallowed the rest of the food. Zhang Xiaoqiang said that the woman was stunned. She tilted her head and looked up and swallowed the food stuck in her throat.

"I don't know how long I have been hungry, as for? Slowly drink...·"··············································································

After eating two pieces of cake, the woman recovered some vitality. She held her child to Zhang Xiaoqiang and was about to stop her head but was stopped by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Don't give me a gimmick, I don't deserve it. You wait for the meeting first. After about half an hour, you take your child to the camp at the lake. You can say that you are in a wheelchair, have a meal, don't tell others. I can't afford more people."

The woman nodded and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with excitement. She knew that her child didn't have to die, and she would eat it later. No matter what she could eat, she would be satisfied if she had a bite to eat.

When the children finished eating the food, Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the wheelchair to the base, and the corner of his mouth flashed a sneer. Is it really muddy? If you want to come, come on.

Zhang Xiaoqiang counted the people who followed him to deal with himself in the wall. Huang Quan drove away the guards on the wall, which became a secluded place.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaoqiang had just arrived under the wall, and the footsteps behind him were dense. When he heard the intensive footsteps, Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his hands and shook his wheels. The wheelchair turned 180 degrees and turned from the back to the front.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang and the men chasing after him face each other, they obviously scared these people, and they did not expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to be so alert.

In Zhang Xiaoqiang’s eyes, these people are really not extremely vicious. One of them is a yellow-skinny smock, and the ages are different. There are even different grades, and even one is less than fifteen years old. Young and tender.

Although the youngest, the expression is the most insane, the most powerful is the screaming, it seems that he still does not know what is fear in his grade.

These people did not give Zhang Xiaoqiang more time to observe, screamed and rushed forward. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been prepared, fired his gun and held it in the hands of a NP22 pistol from the day. The desert eagle was lost in the lake. Heart Island, NP22 became his special pistol.

The pistol didn't scare those people, but they made them more excited. What does a pistol mean? It means being a small force, meaning that you can rob others, and that means they can become the second Ma Sanchun.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s shooting with a pistol is really not accurate. If those people’s goals are big enough, they can’t hit their heads, and maybe they still have no such thugs.

One man shouted and fell to the ground, and the men rushed up on their bodies without hesitation.

"Ah!!!" One did not know because of fear, but also because the excited man screamed loudly, and smashed the mace with rusted nails in his hand to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

At the moment when the mace was released, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart was tight, and the pistol in his hand unconsciously aimed at the high-speed flying mace.

The time is slow, and the high-speed flying mace is slowly turning to look at the air~www.readwn.com~ dirty handles, rusted nails, and black blood on the head are all in Zhang Xiaoqiang In the eyes.

Behind the mace, the tones of several running men were weird, infinitely elongated, and passed over in a meal, just as they divided the pitch into countless segments and slowly pulled out.

The mace is so clear in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, and the man who runs like a tortoise behind the mace is so vague, as if all the focus is on the slow mace.

"砰···································································································· The shell that was thrown out of the gun was thrown to one side.

A bullet flies through the nail, the second bullet passes through the rotating handle, and the third bullet shoots a nail. The broken nail and the metamorphic warhead flew to both sides. The mace that Zhang Xiaoqiang’s chest flew was hit and flew to his head.

"Pang······" Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his pistol to the inflated mace in front of the eyelids, and the mace swept his cheek.

"Ah...······" The shouts of the previous break were reconnected and turned into pieces. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw away the pistol and pulled out the triangular thorns in his waist. His hearing recovered and his vision did not return. The man was still ambiguous in his eyes, and he smashed out a triangle of thorns, whether or not he could shoot it.

Twenty triangle thorns were exhausted, and Zhang Xiaoqiang made a roar in his head, shaking him into the darkness. A big hand lifted the back of his back: "蟑螂哥···蟑螂哥·····"

"I ···········" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted two words with his eyes closed and lost consciousness...········