Apocalypse Cockroach: Forty-four or I killed him

"Aiyaya! If you are such a big person, you don’t know how to take care of yourself. Look, the wound that just wrapped up is cracking again"

Yang Ke'er complained about Zhang Xiaoqiang ripping up her loving dumplings, and bandaged Zhang Xiaoqiang again.

There are dozens of zombies behind Yang Ke'er like a slaughterhouse. None of the zombie bodies are intact, either missing their heads or missing their thighs.

The sun is about to set, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the battlefield of this doomsday, adding a bit of bleakness.

Evening sun shines a halo on Yang Ke'er, little girl looks like a golden person, and feels like a little goddess.

Small girl who has just done vigorous exercise has sweat stains. There are a few beads of sweat on her petite and cute little nose, which sparkles in the sunset. The bangs on the forehead are more charming by the sweat sticking to the forehead.

Clear and bright eyes focused on the right hand of Zhang Xiaoqiang and re-medicated him.

From time to time, a breath of temperature was sprayed on the right hand of Zhang Xiaoqiang. The right hand of Zhang Xiaoqiang no longer felt pain, only the breath of little girl was sprayed on the hand.

Looking at Yang Ke'er carefully bandaging his wounds, Zhang Xiaoqiang's thoughts could not help but flash to the scene of the previous Yang Ke'er battle.

Yang Ke'er is very talented, to be precise, she has a keen instinct to fight. She didn’t rush into the corpse by moron, but instead walked around the corpse, knocking a piece by zombie. Let's fight, the corpse is slowly eroded by Yang Ke'er like a big potato.

"The horned gun in her hand should be called the horned stick!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang is not worth using the horn gun by Yang Ke'er. Yang Ke'er uses the horn gun instead of stabbing, but smashing it with the gun head. The missing arm and leg that zombie was smashed are light, and the hapless one was smashed to the head, and there are also many in two.

Yang Ke'er's horned gun was casually inserted upside down on the ground, about 1.7 meters from the head to the end of the gun. Yang Ke'er held it very smoothly. The body of the rebar and the horns are tightly nested together. The horns of the horned gun are faintly shining with the sunset, not the kind of dazzling light, but a subtle and restrained halo, low-key and yet gorgeous.

The streamer’s horns have the characteristic of not sticking to dust and water. Dust stains cannot be attached to it. After killing zombie, the dirty blood brain plasma that accidentally gets on the back of the gun head reverses along the spiral pattern. Dripping quickly until the horns are as smooth as ever again.

"It's a pity this gun!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head as he stared at the horned horn gun of Yang Ke'er.

"Uncle, have you listened to me?"

Yang Ke'er's eyes were round, a little flame flashed inside, a blown pink face was blown up on both sides, and a small mouth with a rose-shaped lip flapped. The whole little girl is looking very super cute now.

"Cough cough!" Zhang Xiaoqiang did not listen to the whispers of Yang Ke'er. By coughing up a bit, his mind turned to the topic of distracting little girl.

"Well, that, oh! I'm thinking! Have we forgotten anything!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it seriously.

"????????" Yang Ke'er didn't understand very well, and was thinking about what he forgot.

"We seem to be here for that guy." Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the small factory with the corner of his eyes and gestured to Yang Ke'er.

Yang Ke'er raised his head and looked over there. The man was still dancing on the roof with a banner, but changed from the violent blood that had been beaten before to the current weakness. Under the setting sun, a lonely and bleak figure dancing red and white, looking very artistic, a kind of desolate artistic conception.

"Cut! We've been playing monster for so long! He didn't dare to come down. At first glance, it's the kind of very frustrated guy. I'm too lazy to take care of him!"

Yang Ke'er is obviously not very cold to the guy on the roof!

It’s not too early to see the sky in Zhang Xiaoqiang, and said to Yang Ke'er: "Let’s spend the night there!"

As the tricycle approached, the small factory was near. A wooden sign with a red paint on the white background of the XX Food Processing Factory in XX Town was hung on the right side of the gate.

After entering the small factory, you can see all kinds of garbage on the ground, moldy and spoiled flour bags, ragged rags, various food packaging bags, and scattered human bones.

A warehouse with a height of eight meters, the large steel door on the warehouse was bumped into a pothole, with white paint saying ‘the warehouse is heavy, fireworks are strictly prohibited’

The walls of the warehouse are very strong. They are the products of the 1960s and 1970s. A row of old-fashioned wooden windows opened on the wall five meters above the ground, and a row of simple stairs sealed with U-shaped steel bars into the cement wall have been open. To the top of the building. The man was looking down from the top of the building and seemed to be searching for the remaining zombie.

"Come down! Safety" Zhang Xiaoqiang greeted him, but Yang Ke'er ignored the man.

The man determined that there was no danger below and walked down the stairs step by step along the simple reinforced steel stairs.

"Hey Kya! Brother, thank you so much! You don’t know, I’ve been stuck in the warehouse for four months! I don’t know how to live unless you come!"

The man was very excited, and it seemed he wished to kneel and thank Zhang Xiaoqiang!

Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully looked at the man, younger than 23-24, the clothes were dirty and dusty, his face was clean but there was no blood color, and his hair was long, covering both ears, much like the popular men of the 1980s The hairstyle, the Chinese character's face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, the first impression feels pretty good.

"What's your name? How can you live to the present?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked in a small living room in a small factory where guests were received.

"Hehe! The last name is Xie, called Xie Yuanshan. It is the business manager of this factory. At that time, I was in the warehouse of the finished product..." Xie Yuanshan began to tell.

Food factories usually produce and process some small biscuits. There are fifty people in the factory, all of whom are nearby villagers. The factory director is his uncle. After graduating from the third-rate university, he ran business in the factory. Near the factory, the business was hot all over the place. He was rushing to pick up the goods. The people in the eruption plant began to go crazy and bite and eat people.

Xie Yuanshan has a bold mind and pulls the library to lock the warehouse door and keep it inside. He will not go out after half an hour. The library is not right. Xie Yuanshan has a bit of heart and is far away from him until the library is also mutated. , Xie Yuanshan will become zombie's library manager, and he will stay in the warehouse for a few months after killing. Every day at dawn, he will climb through the window to the top of the building to see if anyone passes by~IndoMTL.com~Xie Yuanshan! How did you solve it by drinking water? "Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the question in my heart.

"Brother, you are too polite, just call me Hill! That's it..."

The finished product storehouse should be kept clean and tidy at all times, and a water platform was built behind the gate. It is usually used for mopping the ground and washing hands of people in and out to avoid staining the goods. The water pipe is the groundwater drawn in the plant, and most of the surrounding farming households also use the groundwater as domestic water.

"Brother, I saved your life. If you have anything to say in the future, I will do my best."

Xie Yuanshan vowed to ensure that his eyes aimed at Yang Ke'er involuntarily, "cough" Zhang Xiaoqiang coughed cautiously to remind him not to aim casually.

"I saw this little **** the top of the building so powerful!" Xie Yuanshan looked a little embarrassed.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't speak but just nodded.

"She is your sister?" Xie Yuanshan asked carefully.

"No! I am his wife!" Yang Ke'er was bored and immediately stood up to declare sovereignty when he heard Xie Yuanshan's inquiry.

"Oh! Brother is so good, haha!" Xie Yuanshan smiled and looked very sincere, but Zhang Xiaoqiang always felt something was wrong.

The big steel door of the small factory was locked, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had a campfire on the open space in the factory. They didn’t want to sleep on the bed. Unfortunately, the smell in the dormitory was not right and could not bear it.

He had to sleep outside. Fortunately, the temperature was not low at night, it was just over summer.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke'er negotiated a person to stay in the middle of the night, and an outsider who didn’t know the roots should be as careful as possible.

"Put that stuff down, or I’ll kill him."

Zhang Xiaoqiang's confused sleep was suddenly awakened, and he was kicked fiercely before he opened his eyes.

That foot was kicking on his stomach, "Wow" Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled up and spit out.