Chapter 647

Middle aged Xiaojing's legs trembled slightly, but his expression became more and more gloomy. Wan Qiang's tragic means scared him. He couldn't imagine what he would look like if he fell into Wang Qiang's hands.

Wan Qiang quickly passed through the open space in the middle. He walked with a little care and didn't want to be buried alive again. A roar of the engine came from both sides. Two big trucks crashed into the big cardboard boxes buried in the body of the truck. A steel wire rope with the thickness of his arm bounced out of the soil, stretched at the rear end of the two trucks, shook off the sand and came to Wan Qiang's hood.

Wan Qiang was caught unprepared and swept by the thick steel wire rope in his chest. Wan Qiang stood unsteadily and fell back. At the moment of falling down, the rope stopped his abdomen. The huge force made Wan Qiang unable to stand and fly backward. The rope did not let him go and caught up with him and pulled on him severely.

The whip like rope was drawn on him, even though the skin and flesh were thick enough to withstand it. Wan Qiang howled miserably and twisted in mid air. The rope was ushering in again, just hitting the root of his thigh. His thigh was bent unconsciously, and his calf was entangled with the rope. Wan Qiang was hung on the rope.

Wan Qiang is like a grasshopper tied to a rope, yelling and twisting on the wire rope. The drivers of two large trucks saw Wan Qiang hanging from the rear mirror, and they didn't know what to do next. Their previous expectation was that Wan Qiang's body was entangled by the wire rope. They bypassed an arc and crossed, trapping Wang Qiang firmly and turning the live fish into dead fish, Try to kill it again.

Now Wanqiang has become a part of the rope, which makes them feel embarrassed. They can't think of a way, so they can only do it according to the previous way.

The imaginary and the actual operation are two things. When they intersect, the height is not enough. The steel wire rope stirs under the wheels of a truck. The truck is jolted violently. In the fierce and harsh sound of friction, all kinds of parts fly out of the chassis. Then, the steel wire rope and the transmission device are entangled together, rubbing the rubber tires.

Finally, the big truck overturned, the rear wheels suddenly stopped lifting, the front of the car rushed forward, dragging the steel wire rope to turn the somersault, but the somersault didn't turn up, the rope on the back of another car was still entangled in other people's territory, the Mercedes Benz truck was suddenly stopped, the body tilted, and the four wheels were still turning.

When two big trucks hit each other, the people standing outside didn't react. They were stupid. They were good at the beginning. How did they become like this in a twinkling of an eye? Is wan Qiang's luck against heaven?

Wan Qiangqiang is not easy either. The biggest difference between him and the type D2 zombie is that he can feel pain. He only feels that the ligament of his leg is torn. The deep pain makes him groan in pain. Cold sweat comes out on his forehead. He is entangled with the wire rope and falls to the ground to breathe cold air.

"Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

Middle aged Xiaojing, as a superior, is more tolerant than his subordinates. Others are watching the disaster of two cars colliding, while he is staring at Wan Qiang, the biggest enemy.

Four people in a group, dragging the wire mesh, rushed past, Wan Qiang see those in his heart have degenerated into worms of men with twisted ferocious faces, issued a heartrending cry to him, he wants to stand up, the pain makes his heart tingle.

In a flash, a big net covered him. When the big net fell, he grabbed the net and yanked it fiercely in his arms. A man was too nervous and his fingers were fastened on the big net. Before he let go, he was led by the strength of the big net to Wanqiang under the big net.

Wan Qiang didn't open the net at the first time. He was dazed with anger and wasted his most precious time and opportunity on a miscellaneous fish.

At the next moment when the man in panic and scream jumped on him, he hugged the man across the big net and tightened his whole body. A burst of thunder sounded in his chest. The man lay on his chest, eyes, nostrils, mouth and ears were bleeding at the same time.

The man's bones are broken, and his eyes are staring at Wanqiang. Wanqiang wants to push the man away, and the second big net falls, covering the man and him in the net.

With the second, the third, and the fourth one after another, Wan Qiang is struggling to tear in it, and his body is also twisting senselessly. His doing so will only make his gradually reduced activity space filled by the big net. Slowly, he feels suffocated, and he has been entangled to the limit by the big net.

If Zhang Xiaoqiang was here, he would be very surprised. Wan Qiang is no worse than D-type zombies in terms of strength and physical resistance. However, he did not expect that Wan Qiang would be easily cleaned up by a mob.

In the final analysis, Wanqiang has the ability of type D2 zombies, but it doesn't have the pointless mentality of type D2 zombies. Type D2 zombies only need to find the target, kill the target, and eat the target. There are no other ideas, no worries and anxieties.

Wan Qiang is different. He is a person, and he will feel fear. He is not a warrior who has really experienced the test of blood and fire. From the beginning to the end, he is led by others and beaten by the nose.Big net entangled him, Wan Qiang rolling on the ground, struggling, heart occupied by sorrow, today he will die here? Decadent ideas just flashed through his brain, and his sense of smell became extremely sharp. He smelled a faint smell of gasoline.

Wan Qiang's soul is about to be scared away and killed. It's a good thing to say that it's better to be happy. It's different to be burned alive by the fire. It's extremely tragic.

Gasoline poured all over his head, body and legs. He felt the flow of liquid. His despair turned into anger. Wan Qiang twisted and his body swelled as if filled with gas. He squeezed a gap for himself.

At this time, Wan Qiang can't be afraid. He just meditates in his heart and can't be burned to death. He could not be burned, and fear of being burned became a magic barrier in his heart. Slowly, he calmed down, and the idea of not being burned led to calmness. He slowly fumbled for the big net of the net on his body. His fingers were clasped together, and his wrist worked hard, and the big net made of steel wire was torn apart.

He tore the first one, drilled through the breach, explored the back mesh, and made another effort to tear the second layer. He had confidence that as long as he slowly tore a breach from the inside to the outside, he would eventually burst out and tear all the big nets together.

Things didn't work out as he expected. When he came into contact with the last big net, a zippo lit a fire brought out a burst of fire and the wind fell on him.

"Boom..." the flames burst into the sky. The flames made the middle-aged Xiaojing, who threw out Zippo, give way for a while, withdraw from tens of meters away, and enjoy the flaming head with a smile.

A shrill scream came from the fire, which deepened the arc of middle-aged Xiaojing's mouth breathing. Her eyes became watery, staring at the fire, her breathing became slightly short, and her heart was dishonest. Every time he felt happy, he would become another kind of character, hoping to have a tall and handsome man to share with him