Apocalypse Cockroach

After the shooting, the bears drank and the words they drank were murderous.

"what!!!!"

The man standing at the forefront of the crowd looked at the companion who was shot and yelled and ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang. His face was twisted and twisted. His hands did not make any movements. He ran straight to him. His eyes were desperate. The man had given up arresting Zhang Xiaoqiang. A pair of deaths.

“冲··········”

When the man moved, the bear man standing behind took the iron and took it out. He took two shots with his fingers. The two guns of the bears were like the whip and they were drawn in the hearts of everyone. They shouted in unison and with despair. I hope to rush to Zhang Xiaoqiang together.

"Malle Gobi·····"

Zhang Xiaoqiang broke his mouth and NP22 shot in his hand. The bullet flew out. He automatically entered the dynamic vision. A particle bomb swung to the man's eyebrows, and his left hand slowly extended to the spare clip. He did his best in dynamic vision. use.

One by one, the man’s eyebrows were blown away by the bullets, and as soon as they were shot, they could no longer feel any consciousness. There were always men falling down, and there were people who were fallen by the fallen people. On the back of the man who was stumbled, he continued to rush to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was quite calm, his wrists were still moving, his fingers were squeezing in and out, and his eyes were still glanced in the crowd. Eventually he found the middle-aged man, Xiongye, who stood at the end and looked at him coldly.

The last particle bomb was shot, Zhang Xiaoqiang slid out of the empty clip, the left hand lightning inserted into the clip, the sound of the shot continued to sound, the left hand continued to explore the waist of the magazine, with dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang just opened Goldfinger, as long as the pistol's continued firepower is maintained, he is confident that he will shoot all the people who have rushed.

When shooting the third bullet, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s left hand touched the magazine, and the three fifteen spare cartridges that were originally prepared were empty. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that his day’s shooting practice not only shot the ammunition box. The bullets in the room, even his spare magazines were shot at two, and the heart complained that they could only continue to shoot with the scalp, hoping that the men would eventually be scared by him.

Two bullets were fired again. Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected the muzzle. He wanted to kill the bear man hidden behind him. The thief first smashed the king and just deflected. He saw that the only one-eyed bear of the bear was staring at him like a viper. Holding a silver-gray pistol, the black hole's muzzle is aiming at him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart was cold, and the two guns in the hands of the bears first sounded. The two bullets were shot from the bear’s double gun at the same time. The bullets rotating in the air flew straight to him. The dynamic vision made Zhang Xiaoqiang predict the bullet flight. The track and the ultimate goal are his hands. Obviously, the bear is trying to catch him.

With the biggest threat, Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cares for the men who rushed over to him. There are only two bullets in his eyes. They are calm and calm, and their minds are silently measured. The fingers move slightly, and the two bullets fly out of the muzzle one after the other. When the pistol is fired, such as a slow-paced gunshot sound that passes into his eardrum, the four bullets collide with each other in the air and turn to the surrounding.

"Touch ······ The third bullet was shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang, the target is the bear man with the gun, Xiongye is an old river and lake, countless times of his life has made him very cautious, while Zhang Xiaoqiang shot, he is slightly Before the side of the head, Zhang Xiaoqiang murder is a bullet, a shot, the bear is beating, bet Zhang Xiaoqiang's bullet will be toward his eyebrows.

The bear gambling won, and the whistling bullet slid across his cheek, tearing off his ear, and the ear was taken by bullets. Before the blood oozing out, the huge pain had already caught the nerves of the bear.

The bear did not scream, or rubbed his ears with his hands. He just frowned and fired again without hesitation. This time he did not believe his own shooting. The two guns fired again and again, and eight bullets were fired by him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised that he had lost his hand. He couldn’t turn a blind eye to the flying bullets. His fingers repeatedly pulled out all the seven bullets in the gun in a short period of time. His heart was not good, the bullets were good, and there was a bullet. Coming to his right hand.

In the space between Zhang Xiaoqiang and Xiongye, fourteen bullets collided with each other and made a little spark to fly around. Two men who ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang were hit by a stray bullet and screamed. The last particle slid through a short space. Ben Zhang Xiaoqiang holds the right hand of the gun.

Although Zhang Xiaoqiang had dynamic vision, his right hand had not been trained to escape before the bullet flew. In desperation, he flipped his wrist and greeted the bullet with his gun.

"叮······" NP22 was subjected to severe vibrations, and Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the pistol and let it fall under the wheelchair.

"啪啪·····" was another two shots, and the bears shot the last two bullets in the pistol.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't go to see the bullets flying this time. He didn't calculate the bullet's landing point. When the bear's fingers were in force, he lifted the wheelchair side and brought himself down with the wheelchair.

Two bullets flew over the wheelchair and landed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. A bullet hit the wheel rim of the side-turning rotation and made a strange noise. A sponge was drilled into the back of the chair and passed through the waist side of Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Xiongye had a habit of having only two pistols on his body. He did not carry spare clips. Seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang escaping the last two bullets, he inserted an empty gun into the waist holster, pulled up his sleeves, and reflected a halo. The steel chain darts are tightly wrapped around the arm.

Zhang Xiaoqiang fell to the ground and just wanted to stand up and see the crowd coming over to the front. The man closest to him was only five or six meters.

In a critical moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the triangular thorn and waved it. The triangle thorn flashed a short distance between the man's neck. The man didn't seem to notice it. His eyes sparkled with excitement. In his mind, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no guns in his hands. The head is not his own, he is close to seeing it. He opens his arms and opens his mouth, wanting to make a cheerful roar.

"Bashing·····" The man did not call it out. He fell to Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. The triangle thorns inserted in his neck artery kept his blood. In the blood flying, he lost his last strength. .

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stay in place. He rolled sideways on the ground. In the rolling room, a triangular thorn was pulled out by him. One of the excited and inexplicable men lost their lives in the final joy and fell to the ground without fail.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shot eleven triangles in a row and stabbed eleven men. The last one he lost his hand. The triangle thorn was inserted in a man's shoulder and the man screamed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang practiced the whole day's shooting method, his wrist was extremely numb, and later he was struck by violent impact. Twelve triangular thorns made him almost no more strength to raise his hand.

Without the triangular thorn, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled again and again. He saw that the corner was only a line away from him. As long as he fell outside, the scene here would be discovered by the camp's sentry post. When he insisted on it, he could wait for support.

This line distance seems to be a joke of God. A viper-like chain of darts is silently wrapped around his legs. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s legs have just been entangled, and he has not waited for him to move, a huge force. From the chain dart, drag him to the ground.

Zhang Xiaoyang lay on the ground and watched the sky flashing around. The twisted faces of the faces flashed across him. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and his arms waved on the ground to catch something to fix himself.

The ground was very smooth. There was no stone embedded in the ground for him to catch. Finally he got a big foot wearing a sneaker. Zhang Xiaoqiang slammed the man and grabbed the man’s body. He wanted to drag. His chain darts are delayed.

Unfortunately, the bears who dragged the chain darts had enough strength. They didn't care to add one more person. They just dragged Zhang Xiaoqiang deep into the ground. In front of him, several people took the fishing net to Zhang Xiaoqiang. At this time, they still didn't. Willing to give up playing Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The man who was shackled by Zhang Xiaoqiang back to God, shouting and yelling at Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang slammed into the man's brow bone, stunned the man, slightly dizzy, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the body stopped, the chain stopped dragging Oh, I don’t think too much, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s left hand grabbed the man’s neck and violently exerted his strength, sweeping the man as a weapon.

A scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang then sat up and saw a man holding a fishing net fell to the ground, the man's right foot was twisted in a strange posture, and the man was cut off by the humanoid weapon in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw it here. The chain darts wrapped around his legs forced him to drag down again. He learned that the metal chain of Sosso came, and a slender metal chain was thrown by a bear in a semicircle and slammed down. The thrown metal chain with a big wave at a lightning speed, slammed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's left hand.

Just like a fiery piece of charcoal thrown on his arm, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s left hand couldn’t hold the man, loosened it, and after it was released, the severe pain made him unable to hold back to the abdomen, just then, a The net was covered on him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang decided that one day he would be caught by a group of ordinary people with a net, which made him angry, and he struggled wildly in anger.

The fishing net does not know what the material is. As Zhang Xiaoqiang struggles, the income is getting tighter and tighter. Zhang Xiaoqiang is struggling, his physical strength is quickly lost, and he is tired and vertigo hits his heart~www.readwn.com~He does not want to give up, in his heart Making up his mind, death can't let others catch it, and Zhang Xiaoqiang can't afford it.

The stuns made him roar in his ears, the murmurs of the men around him, his heavy gasps, the rustling of his body rubbing on the ground, and he slammed into his head with a bang.

The **** is getting stronger and stronger, making him difficult to breathe, the brain begins to congest, the eyes are a little flowery, and through the tiny mesh, everything around you is blurred.

"呼········································································································ The only thing he can recognize is his own breathing.

Slowly and slowly, Zhang Xiaoqiang struggled to become smaller and smaller, and in the end it became a subconscious struggle, and it seems that it will not move.

The crowd gathered around slowly gathered around. They knew that the people in the net were so powerful. The crowds that were previously densely smashed became scarce. The half that was lost was in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang. They did not know that Zhang Xiaoqiang was really powerful. Do, or pretend, they are very careful, Zhang Xiaoqiang has fallen into the net, their tasks have been completed, although there are many dead people, as long as they are not dead, they do not want to go to the leisure.

A wretched man carefully walked to find Xiaoqiang, across the big net, gently rubbed his fingers with his fingers, saw Zhang Xiaoqiang did not move, and pushed him by hand, still did not move, the man let go, flutter In Zhang Xiaoqiang, his mouth yelled at rice, woman.

Others saw the situation rushing forward, and the former man did not hold him under Zhang Xiaoqiang, cheering in his mouth.

"Tears ··········" is like a crescent moon, with a glittering and bright mouse-winged blade that cuts the fishing net, and lightly draws an arc on the right side of Zhang Xiaoqiang.