Chapter 644

"Bah ·" spits a mouthful of phlegm on his bald face. Middle aged Xiaojing leaves his baldness and turns to look at his men who have finished the search. They have been tired for a long time. Violent demolition and search make them tired like dogs. They are waiting for middle-aged Xiaojing to say something and secretly pray for him to stop.

"What are you looking at... Can't you go to the next one?"

Hearing the middle-aged Xiaoqiang's big drink, the men forced their spirits and headed for the next shack area. When they got there, the men hesitated. This shack was not as scattered and disordered as before. The East and the West were all in a row, the vertical was line, the materials were patched together like other places, and the shapes were different, It looks relatively neat.

That's all right. The biggest difference between here and other places is that the people inside are not in the same disorder as those in other places. They hide in the door and lie down in the crack of the door. More than 100 men are standing in the shed area with various kinds of simple weapons, watching these people with bad intentions with vigilance.

Middle aged Xiaojing's face became more serious. The people in front of him were different from those just now. They were united and seemed to have no lack of courage to defend their homeland. He looked at the man in front of him carefully. His face was uncertain. After a long time, he laughed, and the man in front of him was bluffing.

Although he was holding a weapon in his hand, his posture was wrong. If he didn't wave it and hit others, he must have been hit first. The men pretended not to be afraid. The sweat on their forehead betrayed the tension in their hearts, and they were not stable on the ground. Their legs were shaking slightly with their bodies.

"Mob, give me a rush"

At the command of middle-aged Xiaojing, his men shout and rush forward. What middle-aged Xiaojing says is right. These men are all mobs. When they see the murderers rushing, what they think of first is not to meet them, but to turn around and run. During the running, all kinds of sticks and iron pieces are thrown all over the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged Xiaojing's men rushed into the shack and into the scattered crowd. They waved their weapons and knocked down the panic stricken people one by one. There was a scream. When they heard the scream, the men gave a joyful shout. They all vented their hardships to these guys who didn't know how to praise.

The hut was in a mess. It was no longer the same as before. The screams of women and children started to ring. Many women rushed out and wanted to pounce on the man who fell on the ground,

A wisp of smile is hanging on middle-aged Xiaojing's lips. He also needs to vent his anger. Bullying others is the best way to vent his anger. When he meets those women who burst out, Middle aged Xiaojing is disgusted for a while. As soon as he's about to start, no matter what men or women teach him, several men in front of him suddenly fly back.

These people didn't know what hit them. They flew six or seven meters high, drew a big arc in the air, fell back, and fell to the ground. These people screamed in the air, fell to the ground, but stopped. They rolled on the ground like a rolling gourd. During the rolling, their bodies became soft, and the sound of broken bones was like baking popcorn.

When they stopped, no one could play. Their heads were tilted, and the red blood flowed down from the corners of their mouths. Their bodies were soft, and they made all kinds of strange gestures.

"Hiss ······" middle aged Xiaojing takes a cool breath and can beat people so far. It's not what ordinary people can do. It's either an evolutionist or an expert at home.

Another three or five people flew into the air in a loud scream. One of them vomited blood in the air and fell from the air like a shower of blood.

At this time, his subordinates could not bear it any more. They turned around and ran away, shedding wailing men and crying women. When they stood behind middle-aged Xiaojing, he saw a different man appear in the opposite.

The man is very tall and stands out in the crowd. The height of an ordinary man is only up to his chest. His two or more heights remind middle-aged Xiaojing of his previous nightmares and make the D2 zombie who is gathering to blow up the bridge ruthlessly. This tall man is as bald as the D2 zombie.

The muscles are twisted and the tendons are twisted. During walking, the twisted tendons are hidden like Dove blood tattoos, forming a horror relief and then disappearing.

Where is a person? This is D2 with open eyes. A man's eyes are open. There is no ordinary dark brown pupil in his eyes. It is a kind of grayish red. Grayish red does not have the violent feeling of Yin red, but it is a kind of madness and indifference.

The man strides to the front of the crowd, looks at the shocked middle-aged scene and roars:

"My name is wan Qiang. They are my villagers. Their business is my business!"

Wan Qiang doesn't know how to speak. When he says this, he doesn't speak any more. He stares at Niu Yan's big eyes and middle-aged Xiaojing.

Looking at Wan Qiang, middle-aged Xiaojing smiles. Wan Qiang speaks to dispel his doubts. It's not zombies who can speak. As long as they are not zombies, he is not afraid. No matter how fierce they are, he believes that quantity can surpass quality."Ha! It's a big tone. A stupid, thick and black bald man dares to show up here. I killed a bald man just now, and I'm not bad for you. Today I'll make a pair of them. "

Middle aged Xiaojing looks at Wanqiang and talks, as if the giant in front of him is the meat on his chopping board.

"We have nothing you want."

They are just a group of mice hiding in the civilian areas. They are all the villagers of ten miles and eight townships before the end of the world. He accidentally drank the first rain, and others turned into zombies and were dragged away and killed. He was hidden by his blind friends and took care of him struggling on the edge of life and death every day at great risk.

Later, he found that his body was changing and growing in a bigger and bigger direction, and he consumed a lot of food. At that time, the gathering place was still orderly, and everyone could only eat enough. The energy he needed to grow up was saved by hundreds of blind dates from his teeth.

Later, with his ability, he led people to grab some food. If with these food, he could become a small leader of the force. He gave up, and he could not bear to starve those villagers.

There is not much food, and the consumption of hundreds of people is astronomical. After the food is exhausted, Wan Qiang goes hungry with his blind date. In order to reduce his consumption more than others, he lies in bed all day. Now someone comes to make trouble, so he will come out of his way.

He is not afraid of middle-aged Xiaojing and his subordinates, but he can't ignore his fellow villagers. After the demonstration, his words are a little weak.

"I don't want anything else. I just want you to kneel down. As long as you kneel down, I'll let them go."

The middle-aged Xiaojing points at him and rushes up four or five men, aiming at the poor people with rifles.

Seeing the muzzle of the gun, Wan Qiang hesitated. He didn't try to carry the bullet with his body. He was worried about the damage to his blind date. He lowered his head and stared at his feet, shaking all over.

"Ha! No kneeling, right? Give him some color

In the middle, Xiaojing winks at one of his subordinates. His rifle shoots out a tongue of fire, and streamer bullets shoot out countless blood in the crowd. With a scream, the crowd blows up their nest, turns around and runs back. The bullet goes through their backup and shoots out from the front chest, catching up with the person in front, and coloring the backup with blood again.

"Ow

With a howl, Wan Qiang raised his big foot as if to rush here. The muzzle of the gun moved at the same time. In the sound of the fire, countless fluorescent lights flashed in front of his chest. His body was stretched tightly, and his clothes broke apart in the room, turning into countless pieces. Wan Qiang was hit by the impact of the bullet and stepped back again and again. At the end of the retreat, he had no choice but to fall to the ground, Let out an angry roar.

"Go ahead, kill him for me..."

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