Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred and eighty is beautiful, beautiful

(Uh, it seems that the 7 o’clock chapter was not automatically published, and I only saw it now when I got up, and sent two chapters in a row)

He arrived at this meeting point during the wandering. Although his life was very difficult, he could still live. Mi Nan was very satisfied with the life here, but he was not satisfied. , The opportunity came, the head of the civilians found him personally, promised to let Mi Nan worry about food and clothing, as long as he can kill the leader of the other team · · · · ·

"Why · · · · Why · · · · · · Why not kill me · · · · · · Come on, give me a bullet · · · · · · · An angry howl to the men in the fighting group, he panted and gasped in circles, staring at each man with a gun, he wanted death, not ridicule, he left The knife was changed to the right hand and looked at everyone. He was going to die, he was going to die gloriously, "It’s him, he laughs the happiest, huh! Laugh · · and die with me · · ·"

His goal is to be a member of a combat team standing next to Yang Ke'er. This guy is the happiest laughing. He didn’t expect his laughter to cause trouble for himself.

The young man continued to go around in the same place, and suddenly he accelerated suddenly, the knife in his hand pointed directly at the throat of the combat team member, the man in the combat team was too careless, his gun was still on his back, and he looked desperate at the sudden knife. Closed his eyes.

The knife stopped on his throat, and the skin on his throat could even feel the slight chill on the knife. He took a step back and took off the rifle on his shoulder, because it was too frightening. After holding steady, he fell to the ground, and he took a few steps back, only to see that the man's hand holding the knife was pinched by Yang Ke'er.

The young man looked at Yang Ke'er Qianqianyu in horror, he knew his own strength, let alone a little cardamom girl, even a big man couldn’t hold himself, he struggled hard, but the white Yang Ke'er The reddish little hand made him immobile like a pair of pliers. His blood-red eyes looked at the delicate face of Yang Ke'er. He saw the mocking in Yang Ke'er's eyes again, and he was even more angry.

"Ha~~~~~~" He waved his left fist and smashed it to Yang Ke'er's face. Yang Ke'er shook his wrist. The young man was thrown away by the little girl like a doll.

"Pu· · · · ·" he hit the ground and stirred up a burst of dust. He groaned in the dust and struggled from the ground. He felt dizzy and saw a weak figure towards himself in a trance Coming, "Ah · · · · · ·" he broke out again and threw his fist at the figure, his wrist tightened and he flew out again · · · · · ·

He was struggling slowly on the ground, his bones were cut off with pliers, and the pain struck him like a tide, his chin rested on the gray ground, his mouth The rough gas of the ground raised the dust on the ground and slowly covered his head. He slowly moved the arm under his chest to his chest and supported the upper body. The two thighs slowly rubbed forward, Until he was allowed to kneel from the ground, every movement of his body was like being slowed down by the camera. He rubbed a little bit from the ground and climbed up. His posture was so ridiculous, but no one laughed, they all Shocked deeply, the young man was knocked down by Yang Ke'er countless times, but every time he could get up from the ground and throw a fist at Yang Ke'er, but he got slower and slower, and his fists were also coming The lighter, Yang Ke'er unconsciously lowered the strength of the hand, and began to feel a little light, even if this young man is still getting weaker, and now he can't even get up from the ground.

He was standing on the ground, his body constantly shaking, and the dizziness in his brain was getting heavier. He couldn’t see the surrounding scene at all. He slowly moved around, looking for the little girl who repeatedly dropped him on the ground Child, he still had to punch him, waiting for him to be killed by her or to be exhausted, a figure of Miao Man appeared in his blurred vision, "Is it her?" He staggered towards that way The figure walked, and the figure was also approaching him, approaching, approaching, "Ah~~~~~~~~~~~" He burst out a hissing noise with his last energy, and waved his right fist towards it Dao figure smashed.

His fist stopped. He saw the down jacket that changed from bright red to dark red. The owner of the down jacket was a beautiful young girl. The girl was about the same age as Yang Ke'er. A timid expression, tears blurred the little girl's vision, she stretched out her hands to help the young man, and half hesitated and seemed hesitant to touch him.

The young man finally saw the owner of the down jacket. He lowered his right arm and said softly, "You are not her!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang has forgotten the young man for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ His men drove all the men lying on the ground. one by one held his head under the muzzle of the heavy machine gun and knelt well, heavy machine gun Under the operation of machine gunner, the muzzle slowly slid over the top of their heads, and every deviation of the muzzle made the men kneeling and observing with the corner of their eyes frightened.

More than one hundred men kneeled down at the guns and shuddered. They didn’t know their fate. In the final analysis, they were the first to move themselves. Some people held their heads around their eyes and ran around to observe the empty gear and do it at any time. The gun ran away, some people closed their eyes and prayed silently in their hearts, and some men looked at the few people kneeling in the front row with resentment, which were the heads of small teams, they were resenting their heads with themselves When he came out to die, there were men who only had machine guns on their heads, and said in their mouths: "He all talked about machine guns, he said about machine guns · · · · · · · · · · ·"

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked back and forth in front of these men with a lighted cigarette in his hand, sucking in a bite from time to time and slowly spitting out, he looked at these men, his cold eyes froze in the heart of the man kneeling on the ground The silver eagle in his waist is like a sickle of death in the eyes of these captives. They are all suspecting that Zhang Xiaoqiang is choosing a bad luck egg to kill chickens and monkeys. They don’t want to be that bad luck egg whenever Zhang Xiaoqiang The cold sight swept over, and they buried their heads in their chests until the sight that was cold in their bones moved away.

Zhang Xiaoqiang’s heart is beautiful, beautiful, and beyond description. He is happy to see these strong men. Now Zhang Xiaoqiang has learned to hide his expression. His eyes are cold, but his heart is hot, Doomsday What is most missing? It’s not guns and ammunition, it’s not food supplies, it’s people, it’s adult strength. With people, you can grab it, you can build it, you can farm it, you can make · · · · · ·