Apocalypse Cockroach: 487, the Avengers
"Elder Brother Cockroach, Qidu has been cleared by us, can we prepare to board the ship?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang listened, looking up at a large flat-bottomed boat parked on the cement **** of the river. The platform of the big boat was large, the pedals of the bow were lifted high, the hull was also wide, and the sides of the ship were half people. High guardrail, there are still a lot of large trucks · · · · · · · · · ·
"Taro · · ·, do you think there are many fish in the Great Lakes, or Yangtze River?"
The steaming ship slowly sailed away from the shore and headed towards Jiangxin. Uncle Yun and Taro lay on the side of the ship and watched the waves under the boat. Thinking of the delicious food in the Great Lake, Uncle Yun could not help asking Taro.
"Nonsense, how big is the lake at · · ·? How big is this river? Didn’t you hear anyone say Yangtze River?"
"Really? You’re not talking about the Great Wall, right? The river is big. You said it is ten thousand miles. I don’t believe. Ten thousand miles. How much water does it need? How big is the lake? Anyway? This water will not come in vain."
Uncle Yun is expressing emotion, quite pointing at the posture of the river and mountain, but not seeing the fish head around him getting worse and worse.
"Ai believe it or not · · · vomit · · · · · · · · · · · ·"
"Haha, · · ·, your kid was seasick? How big is this? The seasickness · · · laughed at me, haha · · · · · · · ·"
Uncle Yun is laughing, and Taro's face is even more ugly. He no longer ignores Uncle Yun, and wanders towards the cabin, wanting to see what others are driving the big ship.
As soon as I entered the cabin, I found something was wrong. One foot was exposed on the stairs of the second floor, stretched out halfway, and his big feet were wearing military shoes like his. There was only one person wearing military shoes on this ship. , Yourself.
Taro didn’t panic. He carefully walked up the steel-welded stairs to the second floor. A man fell to the ground, a man who entered the convoy with him. His fellow, the man leaned his neck and fell aside Not knowing life or death, the rifle is not on him.
The enemy got guns but didn’t scare the taro. There were no bullets in the temporary team’s guns, nor in his guns.
Fishhead continued to walk towards the cab. He didn’t know that he had made a fatal mistake. He shouldn’t be alone to check it. Instead, he should report back and let the official team solve it.
He carefully reached the cockpit with a bulletless rifle. He just stretched his head to peep. A big hand suddenly caught on the rifle in his hand. The big hand holding the rifle pulled the rifle to the side and slammed it tightly. The taro with the rifle was driven out by the force.
The taro was unbalanced by the gun, but the big hand holding the rifle loosened the rifle. The scene of the fellow’s crooked neck flashed in his head. He thrust his neck violently and tilted his head back as far as possible. A palm knife cut fiercely into the taro's helmet.
"Dang· · ·" banged, and the taro was hit by the force of the knife. It was dark in front of him, and a muffled sound came behind him. Taro took advantage of this opportunity and took a step forward with his right foot to stand steadily, his upper body Leaning forward, stepping on the lunge, holding the rifle, and leaning forward before turning,
The wind rang behind him, a pair of big hands hugged the root of his left leg, and then lifted hard, the taro was lifted off, his body turned 180 degrees in mid-air and hit the floor hard. a groan's throat blew out, and a black shadow flashed across the corners of his eyes. A big heel wearing broken sneakers stomped down to his throat.
"Ka · · · · · · · ·" big feet chopped on the rifle across the throat of the taro, the taro is holding the rifle with both hands to lift it, but the big feet hiding in the rifle are constantly exerting force, and the taro is exhausting all his strength Suffocating his face turned red and could not push the rifle too high, even a millimeter. On the contrary, the rifle slowly pressed down and stuck in his throat.
The feeling of suffocation is getting heavier and he sticks out his tongue unconsciously. He no longer looks at the big foot on the rifle. He stands upright and looks at a man through the helmet’s helmet, The man who wanted his life, he knew the man and brought the man from the island.
The man looked at him fiercely with blood in his eyes. When he saw the young face of the taro, the force on the rifle was slightly loosened, and he didn’t wait for the taro to catch his breath. The cruelty is more intense, and the strength is strengthened again.
Oxygen cannot enter the lungs, the nerves in the neck are compressed, and blood flows into the brain. Slowly, the flushing on the taro face gradually turns blue. His consciousness is blurred, and his hands holding the rifle are no longer active. The force turned into a subconscious mechanical force, the man in his eyes became trance, the figure of the man was shaking in his eyes, the flatness of the shaking was slowly weakening, as long as the shaking stopped, there would be no taro in this world .
The man saw that the taro had reached the last moment. He lowered his heart and added force to apply the force of his whole body to his right foot. Suddenly, the man's heart ache, he lowered his head and saw a sharp army thorn **** from his chest. Out~IndoMTL.com~ He wanted to yell, his throat could not be screamed, the bayonet "Woo ·" disappeared from his chest, "Peng· · · ·" a **** fell on his back neck, and a cracking sound was quiet In the cockpit of the man, the man fell out softly and fell to the floor and could not move.
The man tilted his neck and fell to the floor, twitching slightly, staring at the taro desperately coughing not far in front of him. Blood quickly poured out from under him, hemorrhaging, a pair of bright and new 'S military shoes came to his eyes and blocked his sight.
He can’t move anymore. While waiting for the last moment, he stared at the shining pair of military shoes. A scene of the past flashed in his mind. A picture was frozen, a shoe box, a military uniform, parents’ Smile, the big red flowers that have been prepared, and the blessings of the folks, shiny military shoes are worn on the feet, new military uniforms are worn on the body, red and bright red flowers are hung on the chest, he set foot on leaving the village entrance Road, behind the gongs and drums · · · · · · · · · ·
"Bah · · · · · ·" spit in front of his eyes, the military shoes removed, a man in the jungle uniform, blood was still dripping from the bayonet on his back, he squatted eagerly to the taro.
"Taro · · ·, are you okay? If not, I’m not at ease, followed by · · · · · · · ·"
A man’s words rang in his ears, his eyes lost his expression, and his eyes stared at Uncle Yun and Taro · · · · · · · · · · ·
"Know how many dead · · ·?"
"The one who died is a temporary player. It is found that the blocking member is also a temporary player. He is dead. The console has not yet been completely destroyed, and he can continue to use · · · · · · ·"
"Mistakes, I thought he would drive a boat and hit the opposite bank. I didn't expect him to hit the idea of letting us float on the river forever. I have to say that this idea is too poisonous. He wants us to despair."