Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred and forty-first round 3 four/five more

This thought, I thought of Brother Yun. Not only did I not find Brother Yun, but also damaged most of his subordinates. The culprit was Wan Qiang who was struggling in flames. Seeing the figure of Wan Qiang, the joy in my heart dissipated, His eyes became more shady. If he was not concerned about the power of Wan Qiang, he would like to put out the flames, imprison Wan Qiang, and cut a piece of meat and wine on him every day.

In the middle-aged Xiaojing’s fantasizing, Wan Qiang broke a gap in the big net at the last moment and pulled his hands apart. The whole person stood up from the flame. The burning Wan Qiang was like a human-shaped fire column slowly from the flame. Going out of it, from time to time, fragments of flame fell from him, forming a small flame passage where he walked, just like a demon from another world.

The clothes on Wan Qiang were completely destroyed, the skin creaked by the flames, Wan Qiang wiped the sparks and sparks from his head with both hands, opened his eyes, and stared at the middle-aged little scene standing near him, with The small flame that was still burning on his body rushed towards the middle-aged Xiaojing again, and he wanted to tear him apart.

"motherfucker, what the **** is he?"

Middle-aged Xiaojing yelled and ran back, all his men followed, and their escape direction was the grain depot, only the grain depot was the strongest place here, where gasoline was previously poured, which was used as the last Killer, use blood to fight.

Middle-aged Xiaojing’s heart is bleeding. This grain depot is all his capital. Without the grain depot, he will be beaten back to its original shape. If it were not for Sun Kefu to find him, let him take the lead with tremendous benefits. Other small forces gathered, and he really didn't dare to use such a big home for a chance to kill Wan Qiang.

A group of people rushed into the grain depot. Middle-aged Xiaojing spearheaded the front and jumped to the corner of the tunnel. The tunnel was not too big. The tank was the same size and the inside was smaller. Crawling and climbing over a distance of more than ten meters, a blazing heat came from behind, and the screams of repeated sounds rang behind him.

He did not need to look back, he also knew that Wan Qiang rushed into the grain depot and ignited the fire.

"Boom · · · · · ·" behind a loud noise, with a thick metallic sound, the tunnel trembles slightly, at this time, the middle-aged Xiao Jing was slightly relieved in his heart, and the last organ was launched.

The last organ is actually a steel door. For the safety of the grain depot, middle-aged Xiao Jing took great pains to create something like an ancient ten thousand sluice gate. Rocket artillery may not be able to blast open. Suspended at the door, pulled with countless thin hemp ropes, drizzled with gasoline, and burned in the event of fire.

Middle-aged Xiaojing drilled out of the tunnel, looking at the direction of the grain store with a lingering fear. The grain store was surrounded by flames and smoked dark smoke. When he saw this, his heart was slightly lowered.

The face of one by one was drilled out of the tunnel with a dark face, and he looked up with middle-aged Xiaojing. The number of people continued to increase. When two-thirds of his men came out, no one showed up. Wait, order the men to pour all a barrel of gasoline into the tunnel.

Bashing gasoline accumulates into a stream in the tunnel and drains deep into the tunnel. A man takes off his clothes to ignite and throws in the tunnel. The flames blow out of the tunnel entrance and shoot towards the sky, counting the flames of a meter in height Disperse the people around you.

Several screams came from the tunnel, the screams were not long, the first ringing was extinguished, and there was a flame in the air. Without air, the sound could not be heard.

Everyone knows what the screams are. No one cares. They only care about being alive. As long as middle-aged Xiaojing honors his reward, they will become a wealthier group of people in gathering place.

The grain depot was burning in flames, bursts of roar intermittently, and the 10,000-gate gate was continuously struck, rumbling, causing a crack in the cement coating on the wall close to the gate.

The gap did not make the middle-aged Xiao Jing feel palpitations. He knew the grain storehouse. The grain storehouse used to be a warehouse for storing dangerous goods. Everything and safety first, all kinds of materials do not count the cost. It can be said that it is in accordance with the permanent work Built, the eight a meter in height building is particularly prominent in gathering place.

After a while, the howling slowly subsided. I could only see the fire tongue coming out from the window ventilator of the six a meter in heights off the ground. The smoke was caught in the fire tongue. The high temperature slowly softened the window frame and finally melted.

The temperature that can melt steel is not the normal temperature. Seeing this, middle-aged Xiaojing was completely relieved. This time Wan Qiang is not dead, but his heart is bleeding. This time he can be a big deal.

The time passed slowly, the night gradually came, the flame was still burning, but it was much smaller, the cracks on the wall gradually increased, and the wall became brittle when subjected to high temperature baking.

The smell of anxiety permeates the air. Smell of this smell. Many poor people outside have left their saliva. This is the smell of burnt food. Some people wait and see in front of the door. Frightened back his head.

Middle-aged Xiaojing took people slowly to the burning grain depot~IndoMTL.com~ When he thought the fire could be extinguished, it was made of all steel, and the gradually changing steel door suddenly heard a loud noise, and a steel door appeared. Protruding deeply, then came a loud noise, more and more protruding, the steel door slowly arched out of the door beam like kneaded dough.

None of the people present reacted. After the steel door was deformed, it did not have the original tightness. The door frame that stuck the steel door was brittle by high temperature baking, and large pieces of bluestone fragments peeled off the wall.

"Ah · · · · · ·" someone shouted, turned around and tried to escape, the loud noise, the big steel door flew out, brought out the "whispering" windstorm hit the ground sliding, plowed out on the dirt surface A deep trench, the dirt rolled over, and after the steel door stopped, only half of it was exposed, and the remaining half was deeply embedded in the ground.

The ground trembles, a tall figure straddles the grain storehouse, the whole body is scorched black, and a layer of black smoky hard shell forms on his body. As he walks, countless small black scorched shells fall from him, revealing the scarlet muscles inside. The color of the muscles exposed to the light dimmed at a rate visible to the naked eye, changing to his previous skin color.

It was Wan Qiang. He looked miserable, but he was even more frightening. His body was black and his entire face was anxious. He could not recognize his original features. Perhaps he was burned by smoke and his eyes were open. No, he took a deep breath, and he determined the positions of several people through his human touch.

Wan Qiang put the two pieces of burnt grain in his hand in his mouth, and rushed towards the middle-aged Xiaojing. The middle-aged Xiaojing turned around and escaped without hesitation. , Hula a piece, standing under his hands and running away, they did not chase behind the middle-aged Xiaojing, the foundation is gone, and the hearts of the people are scattered, they want to find a way for themselves, followed by the middle-aged like a dog Xiaojing has no way out.