Apocalypse Cockroach: How many people killed 431?

Holding down the demon, Huang Quan went on the road. Huang Quanping did not treat other people softly because he had just let go of the woman. As long as he was a man with a weapon, he would kill them in the first place without asking those men. Do you want to be a cane or do something else with those branches? At this moment, Huang Quan in the killing has a little more clarity in his eyes.

When Huang Quan stood in front of the crowd, he hadn’t been freed from the fierce battle just now. In the lakeside in front, there were dozens of women. If Zhang Xiaoqiang was here, he would recognize that these women are those Those women in straw suits who had no scars.

There are only two men in total, one is an old man, Gao Dezhu, and the other is a young man who is 18 or 9 years old, who is very similar to Gao Dezhu. There is also a small wooden fishing boat with a diesel engine beside them, Gao Dezhu And the young man was intensively overhauling the engine. Obviously, no one had used it for a few months. At the critical time, the engine didn't admit it.

Gao Dezhu also saw Huang Quan splashed with blood on his body. At this time, Huang Quan was the evil spirit who crawled out of hell. They did not know what Huang Quan experienced or how Huang Quan got here.

Huang Quan doesn’t know how many people he killed. The more people he killed, the more blood he splattered naturally. The most yellow mountain combat uniform on his body is no longer yellow. It's red and brown, red is fresh blood, and brown is blood that has begun to age.

"Okay · · · you won, let me go, I will give you what you want, including my little life · · · ·"

Huang Quan watched coldly that Gao Dezhu didn't speak. Gao Dezhu put away the glamour and pleasing in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, but he was a little bit humble.

The young man next to Gao Dezhu was a little timid. After seeing Huang Quan, he hid himself behind Gao Dezhu. When Gao Dezhu was talking, he stepped onto the fishing boat and hid in the cabin. The voice of Gao Dezhu just fell. He stretched a penny out of the cabin and propped it out of the shallow water to send the small fishing boat out, ignoring the life and death of his old man.

Huang Quan raised his hand and sent all the bullets left in the rifle into the body of the young man. After the young man counted the guns, he looked at Huang Quan, who was carrying the rifle, and rolled into the cabin without a word, young man When he died, the boat lost control, and the penny floated in the water, and the boat swung horizontally on the lake.

The scene calmed down. Huang Quan carried his rifle back to his shoulders and pulled out a silver desert eagle from his waist to look at the old guy.

Gao Dezhu didn’t scream, didn’t lose his gaze, and didn’t even show a touch of expression. He didn’t look at the boat carrying his son’s body. He just looked at Huang Quan silently. In Huang Quan’s eyes, Gao Dezhu seemed to be over ten years old.

Huang Quan raised his pistol and aimed at Gao Dezhu. When he shot, Gao Dezhu spoke.

"Your people are poisoned · · · ·"

Huang Quan heard this and put down his pistol. He knew he was poisoned, but he didn’t know what was poisoned. He wanted to hear what the old man said.

"This island used to be called Lao Gao Island. Since my ancestors, this island belongs to our family. My grandpa told my father to take back this island. My father told me to take back this island. Well, this is the island of our Gao family. Our ancestors passed down from generation to generation. You are here. You want this island. Why? This is the island of our Gao family. My son is dead. What will you do?"

Hearing here, Huang Quan knew that Gao Dezhu would not say the antidote. He raised his hand and shot him.

"Hahaha!!! Don’t use · · · · you see · · · · · · · ·"

Gao Dezhu raised his hands. There were two huge wounds on his wrists. The blood was pouring out of the wound, and the blood was pouring down his elbow. Into the lake below him.

"I'm going to die · · · I'm going to die · · · · I will tell you one more thing, there are more than one **** fish, they are sensitive to **** smell, you see, I bleed so much blood, don't have to till tomorrow morning, here It will be full of **** fish, hey · · · · · · You said, you can still escape? Hahaha · · · · · · · "" Peng· · · · · NN

The gun in Huang Quan’s hand rang, and the huge recoil caused Huang Quan to step back a few steps. When the large-caliber bullet hit Gao Dezhu, the women who were in front of Gao Dezhu screamed and ran away, Huang Quan didn’t. To control the women who were running around in a panic, he inserted the pistol back into his waist indifferently, pulled out the saber, and walked to the Gaode column · · · · · · · · lying in the lakeside water pond

Slight footsteps sounded in the distance. The slight footsteps immediately awakened Zhang Xiaoqiang. When he opened his eyes, he saw Huang Quan walking towards him.

The sky is dim, the light around Zhang Xiaoqiang is gradually swallowed by the darkness, and the distance a little farther is not clear, although Huang Quan is standing less than three meters in front of him~IndoMTL.com~Zhang Xiaoqiang still squints It took a while to see Huang Quan's appearance for a while.

The helmet covered Huang Quan’s eyes, and he could not see the emotions in his eyes. The calm and calm Huang Quan stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang with no humble, no sorrow and joy, and his body exuded a strong smell of blood and smoke. This taste makes Zhang Xiaoqiang so familiar, it comes from the familiarity of the soul, the familiarity from the bones, it is the kind of taste that kills countless enemies.

"Dong · · ·" a round thing was thrown on the ground and rolled to the foot of Zhang Xiaoqiang. The narrowed Zhang Xiaoqiang recognized the head of the old man, Gao Dizhu, the surrounding vision was dim, and he could not see clearly when Gao Dezhu died. The expression, the general appearance can still be seen clearly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang lifted his right foot on his head and shook it slightly, tilting his neck to look at Huang Quan, who had not spoken yet.

"How many people have been killed?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked softly. The voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating. This strong penetrating inquiry pierced like a sword and was still self-controlling and self-suppressing. Huang Quan, violent in his heart.

"No · · · don’t know · · · · As long as you have a weapon, I will kill · · · ·!!!"

Huang Quan’s voice was deep and hoarse, and his hoarse voice matched the thick **** smell on his body, which made some people shudder. This is different Huang Quan, without the frivolousness of the missile base, he was not hit. After the despair and depression, without the previous suspicion and sensitivity, a killing, a baptism of life and blood, Huang Quan became stable and atmospheric, and became more mature.

"Kill it well · · · Remember · · · This is Doomsday, if you don’t kill, you will kill you · · · · · · Now, you are the team leader, Huang Quan, the team leader of the hot spring Waiso team You choose among the village names that follow us, plus you have a total of ten people · · · · · · · ”