Chapter 645

Middle aged Xiaojing yells, turns around and runs. He can see that this is the kind of evolutionist who used to make trouble in the gathering place. He knows a little more than others. It is this that makes him feel the crisis. This guy must be invulnerable.

Wan Qiang himself had never been shot by a bullet. Suddenly, the tingling and burning on his body made him panic. He only knew that he had been shot, and it was very painful. After the mutation, the dull skin had not been so painful. He rolled on the ground, imagining his final destination.

The bullets were still shooting, and all kinds of knives, guns and sticks were coming at him. He didn't know what his normal reaction was after being shot. He only knew that he was going to die, and he would soon die.

Thinking that he would die soon, there was despair in his indignation. With a loud roar, he put his spring leg on the bone of a man's leg. With a scream, the man flew out sideways, with one leg folded in half under his head and feet.

With the first one, there was the second one. He kicked out all the red eyed men around him and slowly got up from the ground. The gunfire stopped long ago. The man with the empty cartridge clip was holding his rifle and staring at Wan Qiang foolishly.

Wan Qiang was still at a loss when he got up from the ground. He turned to look around and looked down at his chest. His chest was densely dotted with blood. As long as he was hit by the bullet, it was all skin and flesh. It seemed serious, but at most it was just skin injury.

"Ouch!" Wan Qiang was excited. He finally realized that his body was strong and full of confidence. He became fearless and rushed to the men with guns. The men couldn't react and they couldn't accept it. Seeing Wan Qiang rushing over, he felt extremely frightened and wanted to run away. His body was soft and they couldn't control their legs.

Wan Qiang picked up a man's collar and held him high on the top of the country. If Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Wan Qiang holding a man in one hand, he would have no doubt that it was a D2, "ha!!" The man was thrown tens of meters away and fell to the ground and turned into a tattered sack.

He smashed his right fist on the top of the second man's head. The man was half short and lost half of his head. The place under the bridge of his nose was embedded in his chest. His eyes were shocked and he fell on the ground and couldn't move.

The third man broke out when his fear reached the extreme. He grabbed the hot barrel of the gun, turned the muzzle of the gun and smashed it between Wan Qiang's legs. Wan Qiang didn't squat down with his crotch covered like a normal man. He looked at the man with blood red eyes. The man stepped back, his rifle fell to the ground and looked at Wan Qiang foolishly.

Wan Qiang leaned down and picked up the man. With his right hand, he grabbed a man's leg and danced like a windmill, throwing it at the last man who turned and ran away.

Dancing in the air, the man called out a high Trill and bumped into his companion. After the brittle sound of the broken bone, they lay on the ground in a strange shape.

Wan Qiang breathes heavily, his gray red pupils scan around, and he can't see an enemy any more, so he can rest assured. He picks up some rifles from the ground, turns back to the shack area, finds someone to explain, puts down his rifles, turns around and chases the middle-aged Xiaojing where he escaped.

The gathering place is not big. The leaders of several forces are familiar to most people. Wan Qiang knows middle-aged Xiaojing. He hasn't contacted him before. Without a watch, he doesn't know the man's hometown.

Wan Qiang, who is walking on the street, is particularly attractive. He is grayish red with cold and indifferent pupils, bald head that can reflect the sun, and twisted muscles on his body. The most eye-catching is the numerous broad bean sized wounds on his chest.

When Wan Qiang was walking in the street, his chest wounds were naturally closed. When he saw the wounds shrink to the size of soybeans, Wan Qiang stopped, and then a thunderous roar came from his abdomen.

He stopped, hunger burning in his stomach tormented him, hunger burning his nerves, consciousness is a little fuzzy, standing in the street crowd, in his eyes, as if into a roast chicken, exuding the color of temptation to him.

Wan Qiang was almost controlled by his own hidden hunger. He reached out and grabbed a living man to eat raw. At last, he bit his teeth on his tongue with a little sense. The salty taste and pain made him wake up and found that the people around him were far away. He stood in the center of the street, holding a man on his chest with his right hand. The man stretched out his tongue and looked at him in horror, His face was flushed, and his trousers were dripping with urine.

Wan Qiang threw the man away, stepped up again and trotted a little. He didn't dare stay in the crowd any longer. After two steps, he saw three men with rifles coming here. The two men carried a plastic medicine box with their hands. The box contained a faint smell of food, and the other hand contained two bottles of Baijiu.

From the direction behind them, we can see that they came from the market at the entrance of the camp, perhaps to help their leader order and buy food. A few people talked and laughed. Seeing Wan Qiang staring at them, they put away their smile, one handed the food box to the other, unloaded his rifle, held it in his hand, and watched Wan Qiang warily.Wan Qiang is full of confidence and doesn't care if others point their guns at him. He walks straight to the three people.

"Stop... What are you doing... Stop, or shoot..."

Wan Qiang ignored the warning and continued to run to the other side. The noise of rifle shooting continued to ring. In the rain, Wan Qiang protected his head and face, grabbed the man's rifle from the front of Dao San, and fan him out with his palm.

The two of them are not good at secret ways. They want to stay away from each other. Wan Qiang's goal is the box in their hands, which can make them run away. Three big steps catch up with them. The giant palm pinches their necks like a chicken, and they faint.

Before the food box fell to the ground, Wan Qiang grabbed it, opened the box and poured it into his mouth no matter what it was inside.

"Pa ·······" a wine bottle fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The strong aroma of wine spread to Wan Qiang's nose. He never drank wine. His saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Three or two times, he poured the food in the box into his mouth, picked up another bottle from the ground, broke the bottleneck like a toothpick, and poured the wine into his mouth.

Under a bottle of wine, Wan Qiang shakes his head, feels very refreshing, roars, and continues to move towards his goal. The three people on the ground don't even have the interest to have a look at it. He is careful, and they don't have anything to do. He just wants to grab food and don't want to kill people.

After Wan Qiang left, there were three more naked pigs in the street. Their rifles were robbed and their clothes were stripped off. The looters didn't even dislike their underwear and swept away