Chapter 646

Middle aged Xiaojing's power in the gathering place is between the second class and the third class. There are more than a dozen rifles and hundreds of personnel. Just because he can only touch the tail of the second class, he will be distressed about the payment to JONA. When he is single, he is distressed about half of his men and guns that he left outside.

It's a good thing for him that Wan Qiang didn't catch up with him at the first time. He issued a loud order to open up a grain depot. He poured gasoline on all the grain and took out his food ticket. He made a decision on the spot. As long as he could kill the enemy, he would hand out a lot of them, and everyone would have a share.

They don't know who they are, no matter who they are, as long as they are human, they are not afraid. All kinds of arrangements are perfect. They give full play to their strength and get ready quickly.

When everything was just finished, Wan Qiang appeared. He didn't walk through the main gate, and stepped to accelerate to collide with the wall. The wall burst open, and the brick wall spread to the West. For the first time, Wan Qiang was blindfolded by the flying dust, and he took four or five steps forward with his head covered.

When he opened his eyes, he heard that the glass was crisp at his feet, and he stepped into the air. In the crash of broken glass, he fell into a trap. At the moment of falling, Wan Qiang was in a bad mood, his whole body was tense, and his muscles and skin bumped into sharp objects.

"OK... Give it to me and bury him alive"

Middle aged Xiaojing gave a big drink, while his ambush men carrying sacks full of sand rushed forward one after another, throwing sacks into an empty pit.

The pit is up to four meters deep and arranged in a circular shape. It is covered with large glass and poured with floating soil. As long as there are heavy objects stepping on it, the glass will be broken, and everything on it will fall into the pit.

This trap was not set up temporarily. It was originally dug as part of the defense. Wan Qiang was unlucky and ran into it by himself, throwing big sacks on his head and body. Wan Qiang couldn't see anything. The dense sacks blocked the light and his sight.

Wan Qiang can't hold back his panic. Before the mutation, he was just a small person. A small person's mood changed too fast. At one time, he was dependent, fearless, and at another time, he became panic, because his dependence can no longer be the source of his confidence.

Whether it's howling because of fear or anger, it's almost in middle-aged Xiaojing's ears. He doesn't have pride. It's just his imagination to bury Wan Qiang alive, and he doesn't really hope to do it.

Bags of sacks gradually piled up into a hill, watching Wan Qiang will be forever under pressure, unable to turn over, middle-aged Xiaojing took a breath, it seems that the situation is better than he imagined.

Sudden change, hill like sacks slowly uplift, uplift of the hill like a thunderbolt in the hearts of the people, under what in the end suppress a monster?

"What are you looking at? Waiting for him to climb up by himself? "

The middle-aged Xiaojing's drunkenness awakened the crowd. Regardless of their tiredness, they threw sacks on them like crazy. The higher the sacks were stacked, the higher they were piled out of the ground, and the faster they were two meters. The bulge appeared repeatedly. The only gratifying thing was that the frequency of the bulge was less and less, and the amplitude of the bulge was lower and lower.

Some people climb up the sack mountain, catch the sacks below and stack them like grain stacks. The men standing on them feel the most deeply. The sacks under them suppress a prehistoric beast. Every time they rise, they are unstable, which makes them feel a kind of extreme fear.

They work hard, no one is slippery, no one dares to be lazy, they will pile up sacks, at this time, a lot of physical consumption, make their hands and feet soft, sweating.

One minute··

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Five minutes··

The sack under his body didn't vibrate. The men standing on the sack couldn't help cheering. They thought they had won and the prehistoric monster had been suppressed.

It's too early to cheer. The trap is in a ring shape. That is to say, the sacks can't fill all the trenches. At the edge, a dull roar comes out. The whole sack mountain shakes like an earthquake. Several sacks fly up in the air, sprinkling sand all over the sky and flying with the wind.

The scattered sand forms a dust fog, which covers the whole sack mountain and half of the trench. People inside can't see the outside, and people outside can't see the inside. A scream comes from the dust fog. The broken corpses fly out of the dust fog and fall far away. The corpses flying in the air pull a long blood chain, and dye a blood rain of dust in the air.

"Retreat... Retreat..."

Middle aged Xiaojing stands on the platform in front of his main building and shouts loudly. This time, he has not escaped. His means of preparation have not officially started. The gathering place is so big that he does not know where to go. There is no escape but to fight. Let's have a showdown with Wanqiang here to see if Wanqiang falls first or if he is killed.There are not many people who have escaped, only half of them are lucky. In the dust, they can't see, and Wanqiang can't see either. As long as they don't directly hit Wanqiang's generous chest, they won't be torn up at the first time.

The dust filled the air, and a huge figure rushed out of the dust. Wan Qiang couldn't feel the dust beating his eyelids. He opened his grey red eyes and scanned.

The previously healed skin on his chest was drilled out one by one. Some of the holes were made into a piece, and the skin and flesh were rotten. The bright red muscle fibers were exposed outside and stained with sand and dust. Wan Qiang didn't care about the sand and dust on his chest wound scraped by steel bars. He rushed forward a few steps, took a trot that could beat others, and caught a man who was left behind.

With a loud roar, he jammed the man's neck and pulled his head down. The blood spring sprayed on WAN Qiang's chest and washed the mud off his body. Wan Qiang saw the blood, and his grayish red pupils turned black red.

He tore open the chest of the corpse, dug out the beating heart, drenched the blood on the wound, and cleaned the wound with blood. Looking at the heart in his hand, Wan Qiang felt a strong sense of hunger. He grasped the right hand of the heart, trembled, raised it to his mouth, slowly opened his mouth, and wanted to swallow it.

"Dada dada..." a short shot, three particle bullet hit Wan Qiang's forehead, Wan Qiang's head raised high, eyes away from the heart, reason back, startled by a cold sweat, he almost ate the same kind of heart raw.

Wan Qiang slams his heart to his feet and stomps down. He stares at his middle-aged scene standing on the platform. He doesn't care about other stray fish. He strides straight to the platform. He wants to crush this guy into minced meat