Chapter 767

A militiamen screams in horror. He and Liu Biao are in the same team. When Liu Biao is surrounded, he is naturally anxious and can't help asking for help. When we look at them together, we see that Liu Biao's dancing car door wants to retreat. Unfortunately, he is too deep and has been surrounded by mutant shrimp. He can only rely on the car door to turn around his body and block the mutant shrimp outside, But his strength is almost exhausted, and the speed of turning the door is getting slower and slower. Even the door is hung with a shrimp clamped on the edge of the door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang wants to go to the rescue, but there are at least 50 or 60 people waiting to get on the boat, and 50 or 60 people can't get on at the same time. There must be someone to cover up. Compared with one person's life and death, Zhang Xiaoqiang can only choose to save more people.

"Retreat... You're deaf... Get out of my way... Get out of the boat... Don't look back..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang repressed his unwillingness and roared at the crowd. No matter the militia or the team members, they all turned their heads and ran to the gentle slope.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turns to look at Liu Biao, who is struggling with his last strength. He doesn't know that Liu Biao is also looking at them. Looking at his comrades in arms, Liu Biao is filled with indignation of being abandoned. He's not a monk who gives up his life to feed tigers. He's a forward rent-a-car driver with desire and selfishness. It's hard for him to be abandoned. He sees the current situation, He knew they were doing the right thing, but when it happened to him, he just couldn't stand it.

His right hand is still mechanically holding the door and circling, and the ache of his arm has been forgotten by him. He looks at his comrades who turn around and run away one after another. He opens his mouth and wants to scold and shout. His throat seems to be stuck. He can't shout out. The fear of death makes him unconsciously speed up the dance of the door. He's not afraid of death, and he's afraid of being eaten alive by mutant shrimp.

He saw Zhang Xiaoqiang staring at him, his eyes touched the ground and burst into a fiery glow. He looked straight at Zhang Xiaoqiang, his eyes showed a strong request. He hoped Zhang Xiaoqiang could rush in and save him.

Then, the heat and hope in his heart fell into the ice cellar. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, there was only regret. In the light of the burning fire not far away, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were full of apology.

"Head... Give me a good time... Give me a good time... Shoot me... I don't want to be eaten..."

Liu Biao gave up his hope and made a final request to Zhang Xiaoqiang. He would rather die in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands than in the mouth of the mutant shrimp. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Liu Biao and the countless mutant shrimp blocking them, If there was a heavy machine gun below, he could sweep away the road and rescue Liu Biao. If his horn gun was not embedded in the boat, he might be able to get Liu Biao out with the horn gun. Now he can't do anything.

"Ah... Come on... Come on up... There's a lot coming over there..."

"No way... The car body is shaking... It will collapse if you are not careful..."

"Is haw funny... Those who can go up will go up, and those who can't go up will die down there, What's the big deal

After Zhang Xiaoqiang, there were other people shouting. When he looked back, he saw more mutated shrimps approaching the gentle slope. In front of him, countless mutated shrimps were also approaching him.

"Kill me... There's no time... Kill me... I'm running out of energy... Please..."

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go... There's no time... There's no time... There's no time..."

Liu Biao and the words of the team members behind him rushed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrum, and there was no time for three words to explode his heart.

"Ah

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at the sky and howled angrily. His np22 shot 14 bullets into the sky. When there was only one bullet left, he aimed at Liu Biao's forehead.

Looking at the black hole of the gun, Liu Biao's tearful face burst into a smile, showing a little gratitude, nodding to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Liu Biao's gratitude, like a sharp sword, stabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply in the heart. At the moment when his finger pulled the trigger, he jumped to the muzzle of the gun and flew out the mutant shrimp holding the big claw clip to Liu Biao's calf.

Liu Biao looked at the mutated shrimp at his feet doubtfully, but there was no movement. With a gunshot, half of his head on the bridge of his nose broke. Liu Biao, who had only the lower half of his head, opened his arms and rushed to the shrimp group. A flaming flask flew down from the boat and hit the ground under his feet. At the moment of his fall, the flame rose to the sky and rolled him in the tongue of fire.

The second bullet was not shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang. He had dynamic vision. He knew who shot it. On the side of the boat, among the anxious onlookers, a young militiamen coldly put down his type 81 rifle. It was Chi Yong. Liu Biao was the second person he killed himself. He was the elder brother of the opposite sex, who he regarded as his elder brother. He wanted to make a breakthrough with him, The forthright, tough, violent taxi driver who regarded him as his brother."What are you doing in a daze... All shut up and climb up for me... You want to die and run over there..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled at the chaotic crowd behind him, and died to vent his depression. Then he took a deep look at the burning body, turned and ran to the bottom of the gentle slope, clasped a car with both hands, and yelled, Dragging the car body, arms force, the car was thrown out by Zhang Xiaoqiang, tumbled into the prawns.

Zhang Xiaoqiang throws out the car, pulls out the np22 and quickly replaces the bullet clip. While the car is still rolling, three bullets hit the car's fuel tank together, and the car suddenly burst out a flame, burning in the shrimp group.

"The people below... Take the rope and tie it around your waist... One for each."

Yang Ke'er's anxious cry came from above. The ropes made of safety belts hung down the ship. Seeing the rope, Zhang Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh, and his whole body was occupied by deep fatigue····

One died, 51 survived, No matter how this account is calculated, no matter Zhang Xiaoqiang or the people who climb on the boat are very heavy. Looking at the dense mutant shrimp gathered under the boat, no one feels nervous and afraid any more. The deck they are on is as high as eight meters. If the mutant shrimp pile up to eight meters high, they will only be burned by a fire. Behind them, there are plenty of gasoline and tires.

The gentle slope that people used to climb has become the only channel for the mutant shrimp. All kinds of broken cars block the mutant shrimp much more than human beings. At least human beings have hands, feet, height and are good at climbing. The mutant shrimp can only creep slowly with its tortoise shell on its back. Most of the time, it will be stuck in one place.

The situation has been stable. Looking at the time, it's almost 11 o'clock in the night. From 8 o'clock, they have been fighting with mutant shrimp for three hours. During these three hours, they have thrown away three lives. Two of them can't even find their bodies, not to mention the escapees. There are countless minor injuries. Those who are seriously injured will lose their right feet forever and become useless