Chapter 345

Seeing the pile of ammunition in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang almost couldn't help yelling. Isn't that the bullet he brought out? As long as Zhang Xiaoqiang goes out, he will take enough ammunition. Now that the zombies are gathering, he has to be ready to fight a zombie blocking battle of tens of thousands to tens of thousands at any time. Naturally, there is a lot of ammunition. After his bullets are captured by others, he shoots himself again. How can Zhang Xiaoqiang not be angry?

Those men are constantly pushed over the empty clips to busy hands and feet, unexpectedly no one looked up to guard around, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity, turned back to the previous killing place, picked up some empty clips, and then slowly walked to those people with empty clips like no one else.

Several people looked up. Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was covered with blood. They didn't see clearly. In addition, he carried a sack of empty ammunition clips in his hand to attract these people's attention. They didn't see what was wrong with Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Huala ·········" dozens of empty ammunition clips fell on the ground and spread out. Seeing so many empty ammunition clips, several people squatted down to pick them up. While they squatted down, under the light, a rat King blade with fluorescence flashed in the mid air. Four people's heads flew up, and four blood fountains sprayed around from their broken necks.

The others who were buried with bullets suddenly found that their faces and heads were soaked with boiling hot liquid, and the clips and bullets in their hands changed from black and yellow to red. Then they found that their hands, which were painted black with butter and dust, were also covered with slightly hot red when they looked up blankly, There was a bright yellow crystal in the corner of their eyes, and then they fell into permanent darkness.

More than a dozen heads kept rolling in the pool of blood. More than a dozen headless corpses without heads were sitting or fluttering. The fountain like blood was constantly spraying from the blood vessels at the fracture of the neck. Zhang Xiaoqiang, with a rifle and a rat King blade on his back, stood on more than a dozen corpses and looked coldly at these corpses and rolling heads. His whole body was covered with damp and hot blood from head to foot, In addition to the rat King blade on his hand, even the rifle on his back was painted red.

More than a dozen blood fountains were sprayed at the same time, and there was no dead corner. Naturally, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't escape. Besides, he couldn't escape if he wanted to kill people. When his whole body was covered with blood, and even the air in his lungs contained a smaller blood mist, he didn't feel nauseous. No matter who smelled it, he couldn't stand it, But Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel any discomfort.

Seeing the corpse and head at his feet and smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, he was surprised to find that the feeling of being smeared with blood made him feel like a narcissist. You should know that he was just a otaku before the end of the world, a otaku whose psychology was not dark at all. Even if he experienced in the end of the world, he was not uncomfortable at most, and he could not enjoy it at all.

"Do I have the potential to be a perverted murderer? Why do shrimps like blood? Do I really start to get sick? " Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little uneasy. A impatient step sounded on the stairs above his head. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to think about it. He quickly stepped on a body that fell on the ground and jumped up to the second floor steps.

A man with an empty cartridge clip just turned out, and a man with a whole body of red rushed to his eyes. From the wind that the man brought, a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, smelling the smell of blood. Even he, a cannibal who was used to peeling human skin and removing human bones, wanted to vomit, and his stomach was tumbling, A salty smell came to my throat and was about to come out.

A weapon like a scythe was nailed to his throat with the back of the scythe. A huge force came from that thing. He was pushed to the wall behind him. The surging thing fell into his stomach again, but his tongue was stretched out involuntarily. His eyes kept turning up. He grabbed the plastic belt with the empty cartridge clip and dropped to the ground, making a sound, Several empty shrapnel slid out of the bag and rolled away.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at this white and fat guy coldly. From his ruddy face, he had a good life in the last days, better than his rice eaters. What can he eat in the last days? Do you still need to ask?

The man's eyes were white with the back of the rat King's blade, and his tongue slowly stretched out. His two hands held Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand tightly, trying to push it away from his neck.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched his face slowly turn into purple red. The rat King blade in his hand slowly exerted force. Seeing that the man was about to be strangled, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly relaxed his strength. When he seemed to have a breath, the rat King blade in his hand would slowly exert force again. A few minutes later, Zhang Xiaoqiang was tired of the game and saw his neck carefully, I'm afraid the saw will cut his throat too deep.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took back the rat King blade, stood on one side and looked at the man coldly, kneeling on the ground, touching his neck and panting. While he was panting, a thin and inaudible "sizzling" sound was interspersed in his breathing. A very thin blood arrow was ejected from the artery on his hand. When the man found something wrong, his hands were covered with blood.

He covered the wound on his artery in horror, but how could the wound on the artery be covered? The blood arrow sprayed on his palm and turned into blood, which quickly dripped and wet the clothes on his chest. He wanted to shout, but he could only make a "cluck" sound in his throat.Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the cannibal who was waiting for his blood to run dry and die. When he stepped over, he was ready to go up the stairs to the second floor.

"Someone has really come in. Why don't you say it earlier? Come on, you... You... And you... All go down and search for me. Let the people below not load bullets and search together..."

"Xiaoye, I saw that guy had been shot more than ten times. Even the bullet proof vest couldn't stop him at that distance. I thought it was a dying struggle, I don't know that the gunfire on the first floor has stopped. He is a master. I'm afraid the brothers below are finished. Why don't you take more people down

"Those scattered in the house may have been done by him, but there are still more than a dozen bullets under it. Even you can't clean them up all at once. I don't believe that man is more powerful than you, You take the three of them down and have a look. I want them alive. I want them to watch themselves being eaten slowly. "

Hearing the conversation upstairs, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't rush up. He put the rat blade back into the scabbard, took out the two grenades left in his satchel, pulled out the Cara ring, and threw them into the corridor on the second floor.

At a glance, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw four or five men standing in the corridor. Then he leaned on the corner of his back to unload his rifle and pull off the bolt. "Boom" two grenades exploded into a loud noise. A wave of air with wall ash and flesh came out of the corridor and fell downstairs. The corridor on the second floor was filled with a choking smell of gunpowder smoke