Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped, retreated a few steps, turned around and looked at the guy who was knocked dizzy by him. The man was also gasping. His eyebrow bone was broken, and blood flowed down his forehead, drowning his eyes. Through the red eye mask, he knew that only one of the three people survived. He looked up and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold eyes, In those eyes, there was a sense of determination.
More violent than the frenzy of fear hit his heart, fear in the superposition, after the superposition of fear mixed into madness, a bright dagger was in his hands, he lay on the ground, breathing violently, waiting for something.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked towards him slowly, his heavy steps creaking on the shell case on the floor. The creaking sound was like a smile of death, singing in his heart. When Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet stopped in front of him, he roared like a wild animal, waved a dagger and went to Zhang Xiaoqiang's belly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly raised his left foot and stomped on his right hand holding the dagger. The man's right hand and the dagger in his hand smashed to the floor. "Ah ah... Ah..." the man let out a scream. His left hand clasped Zhang Xiaoqiang's sole and pulled it up, trying to move Zhang Xiaoqiang's military shoes away.
Zhang Xiaoqiang coldly looked at the feeble struggle of the man at his feet. His right foot slowly strengthened, and the sole of his shoe pressed hard on the back of his hand holding the knife. In the man's scream, the brittle sound of his phalanx fracture exploded like a small firecracker.
When the soles of his feet were removed, the flesh and blood on the man's right hand was blurred, just like a hemp that had been fried in an oil pan. The man held the disabled right hand in horror, and didn't seem to believe that his right hand had become this ghost. He was shocked for a short time. A military shoe embedded with steel plate kicked his temple severely, and the man was like a fish that was shocked, Overturn on the ground, weak twitch, slowly no sound.
"Hoo ······" Zhang Xiaoqiang, with soft legs, sat on the floor splashed with cartridge cases, took a rifle, took a bullet loaded clip from the body beside him, stuck it on the gun body, pulled off the bolt, and pointed to the guys who were struggling in the pool of blood on the floor with his thighs cut off.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took a rest for a few minutes, treated his wounds with hemostatic powder, and stood up against the bullet marked wall. The fire outside made the building full of suffocating high temperature in the air, and the splashed blood evaporated in the high-temperature heat flow, forming a black blood scab, The blood scab formed a thick shell on the surface of his body. With the movement of his body, the blood scabs on his clothes rustled against each other.
The dried up blood scab makes Zhang Xiaoqiang very uncomfortable, and he always feels bound. Although the blood is exhausted, the smell of blood is more and more strong. The strong smell of blood makes Zhang Xiaoqiang's stomach somersault. He drags his injured thigh on the floor mixed with blood and cartridge case, and looks at the bodies who are surprised or at a loss on their faces.
In addition to those killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang with guns, other animals died so fast that they didn't find that they were dead. These people didn't die ferociously. But Zhang Xiaoqiang thought that these people died too cheaply. He didn't think that cannibals died miserably enough.
The rat King blade embedded in the wall is taken back, the saber inserted in the throat of the dead is taken back, and the mottled rifle dyed by the black blood scab is picked up. Zhang Xiaoqiang takes a tired look at the stairs leading to the roof with a bitter smile.
After being forced to Xiaolou by snipers, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt like he was playing a game of customs clearance. Now he has reached the last level, but he is scarred. Tired, he has no small blood bottle to recover his energy and pain.
Thinking that up to now he only saw some tortured and delirious women and none of the children, he straightened up and walked towards the roof. Some things had to be done. Pain and fatigue were no reason, because he was a man, that's all.
There was no expected hail of bullets at the entrance of the corridor on the roof. After he got to the roof, he found that there were only two men on it except the crying and frightened children. The sniper who also dragged a wounded leg, a middle-aged man with a pistol and Mediterranean hairstyle, and behind the man, there was a very coquettish woman, From time to time, the woman looked at the distant figure of the fighters flashing in the fire, and her body trembled slightly.
The middle-aged man's appearance is really not very good, the vast majority of people in the end of the world have disappeared belly towering on him, face two mung bean eyes from time to time flashed a road of fear and Yin Jie, mung bean is now a huge rosacea, these strange shaped organs and two fan ears, this man is really long to how shivering how shivering.
The man saw Zhang Xiaoqiang walking up with his rifle and covered with a layer of blood scab. When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at him, he squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, cleared his throat and was ready to speak.
"Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, Dad, He looked at his gun hole in surprise and fell to the ground without saying a word.The sniper's corpse is twitching on the concrete floor. The blood gushes out quickly and accumulates into a small blood river. It slowly stretches along the children's feet to Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. The children are crying. The woman beside the middle-aged man is afraid. She almost flies on the ground holding a round thing.
The middle-aged man didn't go to see the dead sniper. From beginning to end, he only looked at one person, Zhang Xiaoqiang.
White Owl is a middle-aged man with Mediterranean hairstyle and obscene appearance. He is the boss of several famous real estate companies in Hb province. He has been used to all kinds of people in the wind and rain for decades. He has grown from a small staff member to a big man with a fortune of 10 billion. The risks he has experienced are few. But this time, he is a little frightened, In the past, all the dangers added together are not as good as facing the danger of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
From the moment Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on the platform, the face of the man with blood scab did not change. Although he had a gun in his hand, hostages in front of him and companions around him, he could not feel any sense of security. It seemed that the man standing in front of him was not a living man like him, but a wild animal, a dangerous wild animal.
White Owl is a very capable person, insidious and cunning? In his eyes are jokes, a person really want to do something, insidious cunning and ruthless are only paths, the real road is only one road, humanity.
His ability is to see people. At the first glance, he can guess the general character of the person. When he has an initial impression, he knows how to contact with others and leave a good impression on others. Then he slowly discovers the various habits and hobbies of the person, and then throws them into his favor. In this way, he, White Owl, has a dirty face, A guy who is not outstanding in other people's eyes, relying on his sharp mouth, smooth tongue, step by step to get on the top, make extensive contacts, rely on a variety of complex relationships, step ahead of others, and finally worth more than 10 billion