Chapter 531

The wheelchair stops in front of a woman. The wheelchair stops in front of her eyes and doesn't attract her attention. She looks at the distance through the crack of the wheel, or she doesn't look at anything.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the mother and son. He is very sad. He knows that he should go away. He can save this one, but not thousands or tens of thousands. What ability does he have to save them? How can he save them? What is the basis of the grain reserve in the base that can only feed 100000 people for a week? With only enough food for a thousand people in the motorcade for half a year?

The wheelchair was removed from the mother and son. The removed wheelchair had no effect on the mother and son. They were in a daze. Looking at the sky, they were separated from the world. They were waiting to enter another world.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly turned the wheelchair. He felt that the lightweight wheelchair was so heavy that his heart was shaking. He felt it was so difficult to move one centimeter forward every time.

He hated, he hated the leaders of the gathering place. They were so careless about people's lives that all their food was taken from these actors.

He hated, he hated himself, he was so selfish, just for a vague reason, he would give up two lives, one of them was a child.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped. He couldn't push. The wheelchair was too heavy for him to push. He was very uncomfortable. His eyes were moist. He lifted the back of his hand to wipe it slightly. His throat was dry. He picked up the kettle, but his shaking hands couldn't open the lid.

It seemed that he heard a light noise behind him, and finally he looked back.

The woman no longer has the strength to sit still. She holds her child and looks at the sky. She looks at the sky and Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at her. Time is passing. The woman who has not moved moves. She slowly hugs her child up and down to her chest. After a long pause, it seems that her physical strength has just been exhausted.

Then she did something unexpected to Zhang Xiaoqiang. She opened her mind and showed her shriveled face. She didn't have any sense of beauty. She was as thin as an inflated balloon, which made people feel palpitating. The woman put him in her child's mouth and held him tightly.

Motherhood is great. At the last moment, a woman should give her child a little maternal love rather than breast-feeding. This infinite love sets off Zhang Xiaoqiang's infiniteness·······

"Eat slowly. Don't choke instead of starving."

Zhang Xiaoqiang said in a low voice to the mother and son who were struggling to swallow together, The child didn't respond. She just lowered her head and ate the cake in her hand. The woman nodded gratefully and stopped to eat. She held the cake tightly in her hand.

Yuan Yi was afraid that Zhang Xiaoqiang would be hungry, so he put the cake in the storage compartment on the wheelchair. Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to save the mother and son, but he was afraid that when he went back to the camp to call for someone, the mother and son had already passed away, which made him think that he had food on him, so he saved them first.

"Don't leave the food. I know you want to leave it to the children. We've been watched. You can't be robbed until you eat the food."

Zhang Xiaoqiang's insipid advice to this woman, he said is the truth, when he took out food to the woman, several hungry men stared at him.

When the woman heard this, she swallowed the remaining food in one gulp. Zhang Xiaoqiang was right. The woman choked. She raised her head and rolled her eyes, trying to swallow the food stuck in her throat.

"I don't know how long I've been hungry? Drink slowly... Zhang Xiaoqiang raises the kettle and pours the water into the woman's mouth. The woman then swallows the food with the help of water.

After eating two cakes, the woman regained some vitality. She knelt down to Zhang Xiaoqiang with her child in her arms. She was about to kowtow but was stopped by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Don't kowtow to me. I don't deserve it. You wait for a while. About half an hour later, you take your children to the camp by the lake and say that the wheelchair will let you come. If you go there, you will have food. Don't tell others that I can't afford more people."

The woman nods and looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang with excitement. She knows that her child doesn't have to die, and there will be food in the future. No matter what she can eat, as long as she has a bite, she will be satisfied.

When the child finished eating, Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the wheelchair to the base, and a trace of ridicule flashed around his mouth. Do you really think he was pinched by mud? If you want to come, come on.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is sure that the people who follow will deal with himself in the wall. Huangquan drives away the guards on the wall, which becomes a secluded place.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaoqiang just got under the wall, and the footsteps behind him became dense. Hearing the dense footsteps, Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed the wheel with both hands and swung it abruptly. The wheelchair turned 180 degrees out of thin air, from the back to the front.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang and the men who came after him face to face, they were obviously shocked. They didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to be so alert.In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, these people are not really vicious. One or two of them are shabby, yellow and skinny, with different ages. They are from different grades, and even one of them is less than 15 years old, full of childish faces.

Although he is the youngest, his face is the craziest, and he is the one who yells the most. It seems that he doesn't know what fear is in his grade.

These people didn't give Zhang Xiaoqiang more time to observe. With a big drink, they rushed forward one after another. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his gun and shot. What he held in his hand was the np22 pistol of the Confessor. The desert eagle was lost on the island in the middle of the lake, and the np22 became his special pistol.

The pistol didn't scare those people, but made them more excited. What does a pistol mean? It means that they can become a small force, that they can rob others, and that they can become the second Ma Sanchun.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's pistol shooting is not accurate. If it wasn't for those people's big target, they would have hit the body if they couldn't hit the head, maybe they would have no way to take these thugs.

A man howled and fell to the ground, a man stepped on their body and rushed up.

"Ah A man who didn't know it was because of fear and excitement yelled loudly and threw the mace full of rusty iron nails to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

At the moment when the mace was taken off, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was tight, and his pistol unconsciously aimed at the mace flying at high speed.

As time slows down, the mace flying at a high speed turns slowly in the air. The dirty handle, the rusty nails, and the black and dry blood on the head of the mace all fall into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes.

Behind the mace, several running men's voices are very strange. They are infinitely elongated. They pass on the voices one by one, just like they divide the tones into innumerable segments and roar out slowly one by one.

The mace is so clear in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, while the man running behind the mace like a tortoise is so vague, as if all the focus is on the slow mace.

"Bang ·····················" the sound of the gun was also slowed down countless times, one bullet spinning in the air, flying to the mace, one bullet being thrown out of the barrel, throwing to one side.

One bullet flies out through the nails. The second bullet cuts through the rotating handle and shoots out. The third bullet breaks a nail. The broken nail and the bullet head fly to both sides. The mace flying to Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest is hit and flies to his head.

"Bang..." Zhang Xiaoqiang waved a pistol and hit the infinitely enlarged mace in front of his eyelids. The mace flew out of his face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Twenty trigonometric spikes were exhausted, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's brain sent out a roar, shaking him into the dark. A big hand lifted his back brain: "cockroach brother... Cockroach brother..."

"I · fuck ······" Zhang Xiaoqiang cried out two words with his eyes closed, and lost consciousness ················· in the end