Apocalypse Cockroach: Three hundred and forty-five enjoy the killing

Seeing the pile of ammunition in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but swear, wasn't that the bullet he brought out? As long as Zhang Xiaoqiang goes out, he has enough ammunition. Now that zombie is converging, he is ready to fight a zombie blockade of tens of thousands to tens of thousands of scales at any time. There is a lot of ammunition. After his own bullets were captured by others, he shot himself, Zhang Xiaoqiang How to be angry?

The men who were pushed over by the empty magazines were busy with their hands, and no one actually looked up and watched the surroundings. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity and turned back to the place where he had killed before picking up some empty magazines. , And then slowly walked to whom with the empty magazine like an innocent person.

Several people looked up. Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was covered with blood. It was not very clear. In addition, he had a sack of empty magazines in his hand to attract these people. They did not see Zhang Xiaoqiang. Something is wrong.

"Wow, · · · · · · · · · ·" ​​dozens of empty magazines fell on the ground and spread out the boss. Seeing so many empty magazines, several people crouched down and picked up, just as they crouched, under the lights, A rat-shaped razor blade flashed in mid-air, four heads flew up, and four blood fountains sprayed from their broken necks.

The others who buried their bullets suddenly found that their faces and heads were wet with hot liquid, and the clips and bullets in their hands changed from the previous black and yellow to red, and then they found themselves The hands of the bullet clips blackened with butter dust were also covered with a warm red. When they looked up blankly, a bright yellow crystal flashed in the corners of their eyes, and then they fell into permanent darkness.

A dozen human heads are rolling continuously in the pool of blood. A dozen headless bodies without heads are sitting or flapping. Fountain-like blood is constantly sprayed from the blood vessels at the neck fracture, carrying The Zhang Xiaoqiang with a rat king blade standing on a rifle looked at these corpses and rolling heads indifferently. His entire body was covered with hot and humid blood from head to toe, except for the rat king blade that was never dusty on his hands. , Even the rifle on the back was painted in red.

A dozen blood fountains are sprayed at the same time, and there is no dead end. Zhang Xiaoqiang can’t hide. He will not hide even if he wants to kill. When he is covered with blood, even the air drawn into his lungs contains smaller blood. When it was foggy, there was no trace of nausea in his heart. You must know that the **** smell of this place would be unbearable no matter who smelled it, but Zhang Xiaoqiang felt no more discomfort.

Seeing the corpses and heads at the feet, smelling the strong **** smell in the air, he was surprised to find that the feeling of being covered with blood gave him a kind of fluttering enjoyment, you know that he was in front of Doomsday Just an otaku, an otaku whose mind is not at all gloomy, even if it is practiced in Doomsday, it is not uncomfortable at most, absolutely not enjoyable.

"Do I have the potential for a perverted murderer? Do you like blood for Xiami? Do I really start to pervert?" Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, a rash of footsteps on the head sounded, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was afraid I thought about it, my body speeded up, stepped on the back of a corpse that had fallen to the ground, and jumped up to the stairs on the second floor.

A man carrying an empty magazine just turned out, and a man covered in red flew in front of him. A strong **** smell came from his wind, and he smelled it. The smell of blood, even his dinosaur who peeled off his skin and his bones, wanted to vomit. There was a tumult in his stomach, and a salty smell came out of his throat.

A sickle-like weapon was nailed to his throat with the back of the sickle. A great force came from the thing. He was pushed by the thing against the wall behind him, and the surging thing fell back to it. In the stomach, the tongue stretched out involuntarily, two eyes turned up and down, the plastic band holding the empty magazine was loosened and made a noise, and several empty magazines slipped out of the bag Roll away.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at this white and fat guy. From his ruddy complexion, he had a very good life in Doomsday, better than those of his rice-eaters, and was able to live in Doomsday What are you eating here? Do you still need to ask?

The man’s eyes were covered with white eyes by the back of the rat king’s blade, and his tongue was slowly extended. Two hands held the Zhang Xiaoqiang knife holding hand tightly and wanted to push away from his neck.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched him slowly turn into a fuchsia face, the rat king blade in his hand slowly exerted force, and at the sight of that person he would be strangled, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly relaxed again, waiting until he seemed to be breathing When breathing, the rat king blade will slowly work hard again. After a few minutes, Zhang Xiaoqiang is tired of the game and saws a little on the edge of his neck. The saw is very careful, for fear that the saw is too deep and will cut his throat. Saw off.

Zhang Xiaoqiang withdrew the Rat King Blade and stood aside indifferently watching the man kneel on the ground and touch his neck to pant, while he gasped, an inaudible "sizzle" sound was heard on his Interspersed in his breath, a very thin blood arrow spurted on the arteries on his hand~IndoMTL.com~ By the time the man found something was wrong, blood had covered his hands.

He covered the wound on his artery in horror, but how could the wound on the artery be covered? The blood arrow spurted into his palm, and the blood dripped and dripped quickly, completely wetting the clothes on his chest. He wanted to yell loudly, but his throat only made a gurgle.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at this cannibal who was waiting for his blood to die, and he was about to go down the stairs to the second floor after crossing him.

"Someone really came in, why didn’t you say it soon, · · ·, your · ·, your · ·, and your · ·, go to the following to search for me, so that the following people don’t get bullets, and search for · · · · · together.

"O Lord, I saw that guy got a dozen shots. At that distance, even the bulletproof vest could not stop it. I thought it was a dying struggle. How come I know that the gunshots on the first floor have stopped now, he is a Master, I’m afraid the following brethren are finished, or do you want to bring more people down? · · · · · · · · ·"

"Those who are scattered in the house may have been done by him, but there are still dozens of bullets underneath. Even if you can’t clean it up at once, I don’t believe that person is more powerful than you. The three of them went down to take a look. I want to catch alive. I want him to watch himself being eaten slowly. · · · · · · · · ·"

Hearing the conversation upstairs, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn’t rush up, he inserted the rat king blade back into the scabbard, took out the two remaining grenades Lacara ring in the shoulder bag and threw it into the corridor on the second floor.

In a glimpse of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he saw four or five men standing in the corridor, then he leaned on his back corner to remove the rifle and pulled the bolt, "Boom" two grenades exploded into a loud noise, one A wave of gray and flesh flew through the corridor entrance and fell downstairs. The corridor on the second floor was filled with a choking smell of smoke.