Apocalypse Cockroach: One hundred and forty-two Stop five or five more

The Wan Qiang system seems to be an undead body in a mythological story. Whenever he is severely injured, his recovery ability can be accelerated by one point. If the middle-aged Xiao Jingken stops and looks at Wan Qiang carefully, he will find that Wan Qiang is now The height is higher, from the original two meters to the current two meters and ten or so, the whole length is ten centimeters taller.

Wan Qiang was sealed by the flames in the grain depot. I thought he was completely planted today. This is his burial place. Several times of life and death tests made him less afraid of death.

The burning pain made him crazy, and he saw hundreds and thousands of bags of food in his eyes. Seeing these foods, Wan Qiang forgot the pain in his body. He has never been full since the mutation and has been on the verge of hunger. Struggling, others will starve to death if they don't eat for a few days, and their bodies are skinny. Wan Qiang is different. No matter how hungry, he won't lose meat.

Sometimes tortured by hunger, he wanted to rush out to eat people, and each time he condensed Qingming in the process of mutation so that he did not take the last step.

Seeing these grains, Wan Qiang feels a kind of happiness, dying in the grain depot. For a guy like him who is struggling every day with hunger, it is really a luck.

Looking at the grain burning in the flames, Wan Qiang rushed into the grain pile and buried his body deeply inside. It was also a coincidence that the rice buried him like sand grains, blocking the air, he Without being suffocated, the flame on his body went out first.

He didn’t feel lucky, he knew he was still in the flames, and now it is extinguished, and he will still burn to him later, hiding in the food, he opened his mouth and swallowed the rice near his mouth, and chewed it. He fell into his stomach without chewing, and when he swallowed the rice, he felt that his stomach, which had never been functioning, started moving at full speed.

No matter how much food, it fell into the stomach and became a sediment that fell into the sea, without even bubbling. Wan Qiang was swallowing rice while strange, at his speed, he ate at least dozens of kilos Rice, why does it feel the same as not eating anything?

There is no feeling in the stomach, and the hot burns on my body seem to be much better, and the resistance to temperature has also increased. The high temperature outside roasts the rice heap like a sealed large water tank for roasted sweet potatoes, and the Wan Qiang hiding inside Under high temperature baking, I feel as if I am steaming in a sauna, but fortunately it is far from being unbearable.

For the time being, there is no life threatening. Wan Qiang is transformed into a gluttony, eating rice madly. In the end, his throat becomes an hourglass, his teeth lose function, and instinctively swallow countless rice into his stomach.

After the flame slowly burned to the inside of the grain, countless grains were burned by the flame into something like charcoal, and slowly scorched his skin. Wan Qiang didn’t care whether he was suffering in the fire, he only cares about eating, regardless As long as he can eat, he will always eat.

The food was converted into energy in the stomach, repairing the wounds on his body. The energy that was owed during the previous mutation was replenished, and he felt that the body had turned upside down.

The previous flame burns severely damaged his skin. His skin was slowly recovering from the burning of charcoal in the grain pile, and the hot flames seemed to no longer be able to harm him.

He went deeper and found that he didn’t need too much air to survive. He knew it by being covered in sacks in the big pit. He went deeper and deeper until he was close to the ground. When he reached the ground, he felt that the temperature of the ground was not too high. He tried to squeeze with five fingers, and the stone-hard ground was buckled by him.

Wan Qiang is not a fool. He found a chance to escape. He ate a large amount of rice while digging the ground. Eventually, he escaped a disaster. When he felt that the pressure on his head was slowly weakening, he drilled out. On the ground, the flame in the warehouse is not as fierce as before, but the temperature is higher than before.

The super high temperature is as deadly to him as the flame burning on him. One is to burn him to ashes quickly, and the other is to cook him slowly. The time difference between the two is his last. He saved the straw, and he succeeded. The moment he stepped out of the door, he succeeded and he survived.

In the process of running, Wan Qiang feels a long-lost relaxation. After the mutation, the strength is strengthened, the body becomes stronger, but the reaction becomes sluggish, the speed is needless to say, if he walks faster than usual He may not be able to catch up with anybody during the National People's Congress.

At this time, when he made his big feet, he found that he was not as stalemate as before. The long-lost lightness allowed him to accelerate from sprinting to trotting. The speed of trotting was twice that of his sprinting. The man of one by one Desperate runaway was He caught up and tore in half, and at the end, there was only one person left, middle-aged Xiaojing.

Middle-aged Xiaojing's brain only wanted to escape, where to escape? He didn’t know, he just wanted to escape, even if he breathed a little more air, his mind was empty, except for escape, he didn’t know what he could do, his men, his foundation, his brother Yun, he would forget Clean.

The roadside was filled with crowds and looked at him in surprise. They knew this man who was miserable, a head character, a man with some weight in gathering place. What made him so scared?

The crowd on the roadside is automatically filtered by the middle-aged Xiaojing. He doesn’t care about his face, decent. His eyes are only on his front, and he runs a little farther before his energy is exhausted. That’s all.

A slight tremor came from the ground. Everyone felt the illusion they felt for the first time. The vibration didn’t take long and the vibration gradually increased. When the body of the crowd trembles with the vibration, As if a fast-moving large wall flashed in front of them, the vibration of the ground became a jump, and they could no longer stand. They fell to the ground one after another, smelling a charred smell of protein on the tip of their nose, and a strong figure gradually disappeared.

Middle-aged Xiaojing also felt the chaos behind him. He didn’t dare to turn his head and fled forward. His eyes swept to a group of people. There were more than twenty people, half of them had rifles, and the other half also held various cold weapons. Under the leadership of three men who only covered their lower bodies with rags, they seemed to be looking for something.

The lead person was recognized by him at a glance. It was the Master Xiong of the third force. Master Xiong seemed to recognize him too. A surprise appeared in one eye. He seemed to doubt when this guy became a water dog?

"Boom Boom Boom · · · · ·" A muffled noise came behind him, and the ground trembles with the muffled rhythm~IndoMTL.com~ He finally couldn't help but look back, but saw that Wan Qiang was not far from his eyes.

Wan Qiang is surrounded by a **** coat, like a skin disease on his body, a piece of flowers, a black piece, two big eyes reopened, and a gray-red pupil flashing a bloodthirsty light.

"Save · · · Help · · · · · · · · · ·"

The middle-aged Xiaojing called for help from Master Xiong. The three men around Master Xiong who were surrounded by rags also pointed to what Wan Qiang was saying to Master Xiong. Master Xiong frowned. He did not order rescue in the first time, and seemed to be waiting. what.

Wan Qiang finally rushed to the middle-aged Xiaojing, grabbed his neck, carrying a puppet, picked him up, and threw it to the sky. The middle-aged Xiaojing's teeth and claws howled loudly in the sky, flying From the height of several tens of meters, at the moment when the audience just said that the neck was stretched and the head was raised, the middle-aged Xiaojing fell.

"Ha!!"

When middle-aged Xiaojing fell to the chest position, Wan Qiang threw a fist sideways and slammed it out. This fist carried the strength of his body and all his anger. At the moment of swinging, he never did. He was agile, his right fist even waved a residual image.

"Peng· · · · · · · · ·" a loud screaming big living person turned into a ball of meat in the next second. The middle-aged small scene was exploded. The most complete body is the limbs, two arms and two thighs separated from the body Floating around, white bone dregs, red muscles, and blood droplets formed by blood flew down on all sides.

"Guru Guru · · · · · · · · ·" The head of the middle-aged Xiaojing fell to the ground and rolled against the feet of Master Xiong. The head was upright, staring at the bright Master Xiong leather shoes, and the mouth was closed. The look in his eyes was bleak.

Wan Qiang hit the middle-aged Xiaojing with a punch, panting slightly, wiping the blood and meat residues from his body, and wanted to go back.

"Stop · · · · ·"