Apocalypse Cockroach: Eighty-seven crescent
After the shooting, Master Xiong shouted, and the words spoke with Linglie murderous aura.
“Ah!!!”
The man standing in front of the crowd looked at his shot companion, screamed and ran towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, his face was twisted and grievous, his hands did not make any movement, and he ran straight to him, his eyes were full of despair, and the man had given up grab Catch Zhang Xiaoqiang, a look of death.
“Red · · · · · · · · · ·“
When the man moved, the Master Xiong standing in the back hit the iron, and roared out, followed by two shots in the sky. The two shots of Master Xiong were pumped like a whip in the hearts of everyone. They shouted in unison, with despair Rush towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with hope.
“Mal Gobi · · · · ·“
Zhang Xiaoqiang screamed, NP22 fired repeatedly, bullets flew out, he automatically entered dynamic vision, a particle bomb flew to the eyebrows of those men, his left hand slowly reached the spare magazine, he did in dynamic vision It’s dual purpose.
one by one men’s eyebrows were unscrewed by flying bullets and drilled into their heads. As long as they were hit by bullets, they would no longer feel any consciousness, and men continued to fall, and men continued to trip over fallen people. Someone keeps stepping on the back of the tripped man and continues to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is quite calm, his wrists are motionless, his fingers keep moving, his eyes are still scanning the crowd, and finally he finds a middle-aged man, Master Xiong, who is standing at the end with cold eyes.
The last particle was shot, the Zhang Xiaoqiang slipped out of the empty magazine, and the left hand lightningly inserted into the magazine. The sound of the shooting continued to sound. The left hand continued to explore the magazine bag around the waist. With dynamic vision, Zhang Xiaoqiang Like opening a golden finger, as long as the pistol’s continuous firepower is maintained, he is confident that he will shoot all the rushed people.
When the third bullet was fired, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s left hand touched the magazine pack. The three 15-round spare magazine packs originally prepared were empty, and Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that his one-day shooting practice not only shot empty After the bullets in ammunition box, even his spare magazines were shot empty, and I felt bitter in my heart. I could only continue to shoot with my scalp in the hope that those men would eventually be scared by him.
Two bullets were fired again, Zhang Xiaoqiang deflected the muzzle, he was going to kill the Master Xiong hidden behind, the thief captured the king first, just deflected, he saw the only one-eyed stare at Master Xiong staring at him like a snake, both hands Each holding a silver-grey pistol, the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at him.
The Zhang Xiaoqiang felt chills, and the double guns in the Master Xiong‘s hands sounded first. Two bullets were fired from the double guns of Master Xiong almost at the same time. The bullets rotating in the air flew straight to him. Dynamic vision let Zhang Xiaoqiang predict the bullets flying The track and the ultimate goal are his hands. Obviously, Master Xiong wants to catch him alive.
With the greatest threat, Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer cares about the men who are rushing at him. There are only two bullets in his eyes. He is calm and quiet, his heart is silently calculated, his fingers move slightly, and the two bullets fly out one after the other. At the muzzle, when the pistol was fired, a slow-paced gunshot passed into his eardrum, and four bullets collided with each other in mid-air and changed their direction to fly around.
The third bullet of “Peng· · · · · ·” was fired by Zhang Xiaoqiang. The target was a Master Xiong with a gun. Master Xiong is an old river and lake. Countless deaths made him extremely cautious. At the same time as the Zhang Xiaoqiang shot, he slightly tilted his head. , Zhang Xiaoqiang kills are all shot in the eyebrows, one shot to death, Master Xiong bet, bet Zhang Xiaoqiang bullets will be toward his eyebrows.
Master Xiong won the game. The roaring bullets ran across his cheeks and ripped off his ears. The ears were carried by the bullets. Before the blood oozed out, the huge pain had caught the nerves of Master Xiong.
Master Xiong didn’t scream, or covered his ears with his hands. He just frowned, and fired again without hesitation. This time he didn’t believe his marksmanship anymore. Two guns were fired one after another. Eight bullets were shot by him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised that he missed, but he couldn’t ignore the bullets that were flying. His fingers kept buckling. In a short period of time, he shot all seven bullets in the barrel of the gun. A bullet came towards his right hand.
In the space between Zhang Xiaoqiang and Master Xiong, fourteen bullets collided with each other, emitting a little spark and flying around. Two men running towards Zhang Xiaoqiang were hit by stray bullets and screamed. The last particle bomb crossed the short The space went straight to the right hand of the Zhang Xiaoqiang holding the gun.
Although Zhang Xiaoqiang has dynamic vision, his right hand has not yet practiced to hide before the bullets fly. In anxiety, he flipped his wrists and greeted the bullets with the back of his gun.
“Ding · · · · · ·” NP22 was severely shaken, and Zhang Xiaoqiang could no longer hold the pistol and let it fall under the wheelchair.
“pa pa · · · · ·” was another two shots, and Master Xiong fired the last two bullets in the pistol.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not go to see what bullets were flying this time, did not calculate the bullet’s falling point, and when Master Xiong‘s fingers tightened, he lifted the side of the wheelchair and brought himself down with the wheelchair.
One of the two bullets flew over the wheelchair and landed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang. A bullet hit the wheel rim of the wheel that rolled over and made a strange noise. A sponge was drilled into the back of the chair and worn from the waist of Zhang Xiaoqiang Ever.
Master Xiong has a habit of having only two pistols on his body and no spare clips. See Zhang Xiaoqiang to avoid the last two bullets. He inserted the empty gun into the holster around his waist and pulled up his sleeves. One reflected the light The haloed steel chain dart wrapped tightly around the arm.
Zhang Xiaoqiang fell to the ground, just wanted to stand up, and saw the crowd approaching, and the nearest man was only five or six meters.
At the critical moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the triangular thorn and waved it out. The triangular thorn flashed over a short distance and was inserted into the man’s neck. The man seemed to be unaware, and his eyes flashed with excitement. In his brain, Zhang Xiaoqiang was gone With the gun, he’s the first person to be close to him, and he is about to get close. He opens his arms and his mouth wide, trying to make a cheerful howl.
“Pu· · · · · ·” The man didn’t call out, fell down on the side of Zhang Xiaoqiang‘s feet, and the triangular thorn inserted in his carotid artery kept his blood constantly. In the blood flying, he lost his last strength.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stay in place. He rolled sideways on the ground. During the rolling, a triangle spur was thrown by him. one by one excited the inexplicable man. In the final joy, he lost his life and fell down without saying a word. On the ground.
Zhang Xiaoqiang shot eleven triangle stabbings to kill eleven men, and the last one lost his hand. The triangle stabbing · was inserted into a man’s shoulder socket, making the man howl.
Zhang Xiaoqiang practiced shooting for a whole day, his wrists were extremely sore, and then he was violently hit. The twelve triangular thorns almost made him even have no power to raise his hand.
Without the triangular spikes, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled over and over again. He saw that the corner was only a line away from him. As long as he fell outside, the scene here would definitely be discovered by the sentry of the camp. support.
This line of distance seems to be a joke. A chain dart like a viper vomited quietly wrapped around his legs. The legs of Zhang Xiaoqiang had just been entangled, and he hadn’t waited for him to move. A huge force came down the chain dart, dragging him to the ground.
Zhang Xiao lay on the ground and watched the rapid flashing around. one by one‘s grisly twisted face flashed around him. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted, waving his arms on the ground to fix something.
The ground is very smooth, and there are no stones embedded in the ground for him to catch. Eventually, he caught a big foot in sneakers, and Zhang Xiaoqiang slammed the man violently, grabbing the man’s body, wanting Delay the chain dart that dragged him.
Unfortunately, the Master Xiong with the chain dart is strong enough. I don’t care about adding one more person, but just dragged Zhang Xiaoqiang deeper. In front of him, several people ran to Zhang Xiaoqiang with fishing nets. At this time, they Still unwilling to give up live capture Zhang Xiaoqiang.
The man who was hugged by Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his back on his head and shouted back to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang bumped on the man’s brow bone, knocking the man into a dizzy, slightly dizzy, and Zhang Xiaoqiang felt like he stopped. The chain stopped dragging, and I didn’t think much about it. Zhang Xiaoqiang‘s left hand strangled the man’s neck and violently swept the man around as a weapon.
After a scream, Zhang Xiaoqiang then sat up and saw a man with a fishing net fall to the ground. The man’s right foot was twisted in a strange posture. The man was broken by a humanoid weapon in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang only saw here, the chain dart wrapped around his legs again dragged him down, and learned that the sound of the metal chain from the cable, a slender metal chain was thrown by Master Xiong into a semicircle, and suddenly Waving down, the thrown metal chain with a big wave at the lightning speed, pumped **** the left hand of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Like a fiery charcoal thrown on his arm, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn’t hold the man with his left hand and released it. After releasing it, the severe pain made him unable to withdraw to his abdomen, just then , A piece of fishing net covered him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang decided that one day he would be caught on a fishing net by a group of Ordinary people, which made him angry and he struggled frantically in his anger.
The fishing net does not know what the material is. As the Zhang Xiaoqiang struggles to tighten, Zhang Xiaoqiang is struggling, the physical loss is rapid, a burst of fatigue and dizziness hit his mind~IndoMTL.com~ Idea, death can’t let others catch him alive, he Zhang Xiaoqiang can’t afford to lose this person.
Dizziness made his ears roar, the murmurs of the men around him, his own heavy panting sound, the rustling sound of his body rubbing on the ground, and he raced into his head.
The **** is getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to breathe, his brain is bloodshot, his eyes are a little flowery, and through the small mesh, everything around him is blurred.
“Call · · · · · K· · · call · · · · · Kazakhstan · · · ·” Zhang Xiaoqiang can no longer hear the sound, all the sound outside is meaningless, noisy, in this noisy sound. The only thing he can recognize is his own panting sound.
Slowly, slowly, the extent of Zhang Xiaoqiang‘s struggle is getting smaller and smaller, and finally it becomes a subconscious struggle, it seems that it will not move.
The crowd gathered around slowly. They knew the power of the people in the net. The dense crowds had become sparse. The half of the people who died were killed in Zhang Xiaoqiang. They didn’t know that Zhang Xiaoqiang was true. Their power is exhausted, they pretend, they are very careful, Zhang Xiaoqiang has fallen into the net, and their tasks have been mostly completed. Although there are many dead people, as long as they are not dead, they don’t want to worry about that.
A frivolous man walked carefully to Xiaoqiang’s side, pierced with a finger gently across the large net, and saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not move, and pushed him with his hand again, but still did not move, the man was relieved, Pounced on Zhang Xiaoqiang, screaming rice, woman.
The others rushed forward, and together with the previous man, they did not hold him down on Zhang Xiaoqiang, cheering.
“Tear · · · · · · · · · ·” like a crescent moon, with the shiny rat king blade cut the fishing net, and lightly draw an arc on the right of Zhang Xiaoqiang.