Chapter 49

"Kao, just die. You can avoid today, but not tomorrow! Early death, early reincarnation

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched Yang Ke'er face D2 alone. Male chauvinism broke out completely. He forgot his previous fear of facing D2 and went ahead of Yang Ke'er.

"I'm an otaku, I'm also a man, and a man is going to be strong!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang kept talking to himself, as if he could forget the fear of facing D2!

Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Ke'er stand by the tricycle waiting for the arrival of D2, which reminds Zhang Xiaoqiang of the dog blood movie he saw before: "the hero is waiting in silence, he has nothing to fear, he is just waiting in silence, waiting for the coming decisive battle! He died, he died with the devil who destroyed the world! People will always remember him! "

"Will anyone remember me when I die?" Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself. He turned to Yang Ke'er.

Yang Ke'er is not nervous at all. Instead, she is very excited. It's the excitement before playing boss in the game. Yang Ke'er seems to think that D2 is too slow. The forepaw of her right foot keeps touching the ground. The horn gun in her hand follows her rhythm, and the tail of the gun hits the loess ground beside her feet at the same time. Now it's smashed out of a big hole!

Looking at Yang Ke'er's relaxed face, Zhang Xiaoqiang is no longer nervous, looking at a small black spot moving slowly to this side.

"It seems to be Marseilles?" Listening to the rhythm of Yang Ke'er's steps, Zhang Xiaoqiang said, "shall we have some German armored March?" Zhang Xiaoqiang watched D2 approach slowly and let himself relax as much as possible.

"Wow! What a shapeless monster! It's more shapeless than the governor

Yang Ke'er looks at D2 and is surprised! It seems that I didn't expect that the zombies with no two or two meat could grow so strong.

"Don't be surprised. Get ready. It's coming!" Zhang Xiaoqiang took the May 4th pistol in his hand, checked the ammunition in the magazine, and "snapped" the gun and aimed at D2.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has a gun in his hand, but he has no confidence in his heart. God knows if a bullet can get in!

Having reached the maximum range of the pistol, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to shoot. He was not confident that he could hit the zombie in 50 meters. There were not many bullets and he was reluctant to waste them.

D2 It's about 2.5 meters higher than the one I saw before. There was not a hair on his head. Unlike other zombies, there were a few more or less. The eyelids are closed, and you can't see its whiteness. The shoulders are strong and broad. They look like a wall.

The pace between walking is not very fast, because the zombie pace is too big, ordinary people can keep up with the speed of trot. Thigh to calf muscles tight, dark skin looks like a steel plate, as it continues to change shape.

"Touch" when D2 zombie is close to 30 meters, Zhang Xiaoqiang's "May 4th" rings, and Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at D2 regardless of the anti earthquake force from his wrist.

D2 Just a little pause to continue to come here, the bullet has no effect on it!

"Touch... Touch..." Zhang Xiaoqiang shot continuously, and the anti shock force from the gun body made him unable to feel the place below his wrist.

Five of the six bullets hit D2, and D2 seemed to be hurt. He roared angrily and sped to this side.

Watching D2 pounce on him, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly changes the cartridge clip. His yearning for the gun from childhood made him too superstitious about the power of the pistol, so the pistol didn't succeed, which made him some wrong hands. He just wanted to change the cartridge clip and try again!

"Ah" Yang Ke'er shouts, holding the horn gun to meet D2. Is it a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!

Just put on the clip to see Yang Ke'er to go forward, Zhang Xiaoqiang secretly scolded a pistol back, picked up the horn gun to catch up.

Standing with D2, which is 2.5 meters high, Yang Ke'er is just like a little girl. She can only see the waist of the zombie. No matter how high she is, she will look up.

Yang Ke'er swung a semicircle with a gun in his hands, and the horn gun hit D2's thigh fiercely. "Jump" was like hitting a cow drum with a hole, making a dull sound!

D2 He staggered forward a little, then stood firm and raised his left arm like a fly.

Yang Ke'er is numb by the anti shock tiger mouth of the horn gun, then D2 waves his left arm and hits the horn gun, and the horn gun bounces back violently.

The rebounding horn is connected with the threaded steel gun body and bumps into Yang Ke'er's body. The huge impact force takes Yang Ke'er several meters away and falls on the loess ground. Yang Ke'er can no longer hold the head of the horn gun and faints. The horn gun also falls to one side.

D2 There is no sense of bullying the little girl, turned to faint on the ground Yang Ke'er walked.

Looking at Yang Ke'er in danger, Zhang Xiaoqiang completely forgot his fear and speeded up again until he rushed to the back of D2 farts and stocks.After the devastation of wind and rain and time, D2 only has a belt around his waist, and half of his tattered trousers are hanging on the belt. The trousers can't cover D2's farts and stocks, and the small underpants are missing.

Through the ragged trousers, you can see the chrysanthemum of D2 vaguely. There's no time to think about it. Today, more than 100000 assassination exercises are in use again“ "Pounce" the beast horn gun fiercely pokes into D2's chrysanthemum, D2's step has stopped, the body shape one meal.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's brain had been dazzled by the blood, and the thugs didn't know that he had exploded D2's Chrysanthemum. He just followed the habit of killing zombies in the past and turned the gun. The horn of the horn gun head is originally a spiral pattern. The horn gun turns with Zhang Xiaoqiang's force, and the horn is like a bottle opener of red wine. It goes along the chrysanthemum of D2.

The higher the degree of zombie evolution, the more sensitive the sense is. Just like ordinary zombies can't smell Zhang Xiaoqiang when they stand in the downwind, D2 can. So * * may be nothing to ordinary zombies, but for D2, it touches his nerves and makes him more angry.

The last time I met D2, it was the same. D2 just bit Zhang Xiaoqiang's head and ignored the fresh smell of blood. It didn't give up until the luxury bus was disassembled into parts. But this time?

"Roar, roar, roar" D2 makes a roaring sound, turns around and grabs back.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's anger at D2 is senseless. He just tries to spin the gun. Now the only idea in his mind is, "don't let the little girl die. D2 is very powerful. We should spin more!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang is engrossed in the chrysanthemum of D2, and seems to be back to the day when he worked in the restaurant to help the guests open red wine. Zhang Xiaoqiang's horn gun is about two meters long, of which about 80 cm is the horn. Now it has penetrated about 40 cm. When the drill is working hard, the horn gun suddenly moves to one side with a strong force. Zhang Xiaoqiang is holding the gun body to the side with this force.

D2 Turning back and grabbing an empty space, I can feel that the things in the place are still hanging on my chrysanthemum. D2 is more angry and keeps turning around to grab it behind him, but he always grabs the empty space.

Zhang Xiaoqiang held the horn gun tightly in both hands and ran with the turning of D2. He felt like a pirate ship when he was a child, one moment here and one moment there. Zhang Xiaoqiang has been sober for a long time, but he does not dare to let go. Once he is caught by D2, his bones will be removed one by one.

If Yang Ke'er wakes up, he will find that the scene in front of him seems familiar, much like the children in kindergarten playing the game of hawk catching chicken. D2 is hawk, Zhang Xiaoqiang is chicken, and D2's chrysanthemum is hen.

Zhang Xiaoqiang now wants to cry without tears. Why is this the case every time? He can't go up and down. He is half dead.

The hands holding the body of the gun began to break the skin, and the palm was hot. With the constant friction, the feeling was still aggravating, as if it had been bleeding, and the wound was smeared with chili oil. Zhang Xiaoqiang is constantly driven by D2 to rotate, and has begun to feel dizzy. I don't know how long I can hold on. Yang Ke'er lay there motionless and didn't know whether he was seriously injured