Vol 2 Chapter 137: My name is Wanqiang 5/5.

"呸···" a thick sputum spit on the bald face, the middle-aged small scene left the bald head that has not yet swallowed, turned and looked at the men who have finished the search, the men have been tired for a long time, violent demolition plus search, they are tired Like a dog, waiting for the middle-aged Xiaojing to speak, secretly praying for him to accept troops.
"Look what you see... can't you go next?"
When I heard the middle-aged Xiaoqiang’s drink, the men fought hard and went to the shack area. When they got there, the men hesitated. This shack didn’t want to be as scattered as before. It’s a mess, and the east is all over the place. It is horizontally viewed in rows, and vertically viewed as a line. The materials used are the same as elsewhere, and the shapes are different. It seems to be relatively neat.
This is also the case. The biggest difference here is that the people inside have not changed the chaos like other places, hiding in the door and looking around in the cracks. The man of more than 100 people stood in the shack area with various simple weapons. Looking at these people who are not good.
The middle-aged Xiaojing’s face is serious. The people in front are different from those just now. They are united and seem to lack the courage to defend their homeland. He carefully looks at the man in front, his face is cloudy and uncertain, after a long while, He smiled, and the man in front of them blocked his bluff.
Although holding a weapon in his hand, his posture is not right, he did not wave it. If he hit someone else, he must be beaten first. The men are not afraid of it. The sweat on their forehead sells their nervousness and stands. The ground was not stable, and the slightly trembling legs shook slightly with the body.
"The people of Wuhe, give me a rush..."
In the middle-aged small scene, the men shouted and lifted their feet and rushed forward. The middle-aged Xiaojing said yes, these men are all in the crowd, seeing the murderers rushing, the first time they think of it is not to welcome Instead, he turned and ran, running, and throwing all kinds of wooden sticks into the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged Xiaojing’s men rushed into the shack and rushed into the broken crowd. They waved their weapons and smashed down the panicked people. A screaming sound rang and heard a sound. Screaming, the men gave joyful cheers, and they vented their hardships today to those who did not know how to lift.
The shack went to the chaos, and the old screams of the women and children were ringing. Many women rushed out and wanted to pounce on the man who fell to the ground.
A smile hangs in the mouth of middle-aged Xiaojing, he also needs to vent, bullying others is the best vent, seeing those women who broke out, middle-aged Xiaojing a disgust, just to order, regardless of men When a woman is taught like a lesson, she rushes back in front of a few hands.
These people did not know what was hit by flying, violently flying high six or seven meters, drawing a large arc in the air, falling backwards, slamming on the ground, these people flying in the air screaming, When it fell to the ground, it received the sound. The hoist was rolled on the ground and rolled. The room was soft and the body was soft. The sound of the broken bones baked popcorn generally sounded.
When they stopped, no one could move, and the red blood of his head ran down from the corner of his mouth, and his body was soft and posing a variety of strange postures.
"嘶·······" The middle-aged Xiaojing took a sigh of coolness and could fly people so far. It is not something that ordinary people can do. It is not an evolutionary or an insider.
Another three or five people screamed in the air, one of them spit out in the air, and the raindrops fell from the sky.
At this time, the men could no longer hold back, and they turned and fled, and the man who was wailing and the woman who was crying, waited until the men stood in the middle-aged small body, and he saw a different man appearing opposite. .
The man is very tall and tall, standing in the crowd like a chicken, the height of the ordinary person only reaches his chest, the height of the two tall figures makes the middle-aged small scene think of the previous nightmare, let the D2 zombies of the gathering heart beat the bridge, this figure The tall, burly man is as bare as the D2 zombie.
Muscle knots, blue ribs and discs, walking, the wrong blue veins, such as pigeon blood tattoo time hidden time limit, constitute a horror relief, and then hidden.
This is a person, this is a D2 with a squint, the man's eyes are open, there is no ordinary black-brown pupil in the eyes, it is a gray-red, gray-red, no flaming red. But there is more madness and a bit of indifference.
The man walked to the forefront of the crowd with a big step, looking at the shocked middle-aged scene, shouting loudly:
"My name is Wanqiang, they are my folks, their business is my business!!!"
Wanqiang doesn't talk very much, and when he says this, he will stop speaking, staring at the big eyes of the bull's eye and staring at the middle-aged scene.
Looking at Wanqiang, the middle-aged Xiaojing laughed. Wanqiang spoke up and dispelled his doubts. He was not a zombie. As long as he was not a zombie, he was not afraid. He was not afraid of it. He believed that the quantity could overwhelm the quality. .
"Ha! A big tone, a stupid, bald dare to dare to show up here. I just killed a bald boy, not a bad one. I will make a pair today..."

The middle-aged small scene looked at Wanqiang and talked as if the giant in front of him was already the meat on his chopping board.
"What do you want, we have nothing."
Ten thousand powerful, anger and anger, they are just a group of mice hiding in the civilian area. They are the folks of the first ten miles of the last ten years. He accidentally drank the first rain, and others became zombies and were towed and killed. He I was hidden by the blind date, taking the risk of being a big one to take care of him who struggled on the edge of life and death.
Later, he found that his body mutated and grew in an increasingly larger direction. The food consumed was even more abundant. At that time, the gathering place was still orderly. Everyone could eat and only have enough to grow. He needed to grow. The energy is saved by hundreds of blind dates from the teeth.
Later, with his ability, he took people to grab some food. If he relied on these foods, he could become a small leader of power. He gave up and he could not bear the hungry of the folks.
There is not much food, and the consumption of hundreds of people is an astronomical number~EbookFREE.me~ After the food is exhausted, Wanqiang stays with the blind date and goes hungry. In order to reduce his consumption more than others, he is lying in bed all day, now Someone is looking for a door to make trouble, and he naturally wants to go out.
He was not afraid of the middle-aged Xiaojing and those under his command, but he could not ignore his folks. After the demonstration, his words were weak.
"I don't want anything else, I just want you to kneel down, as long as you kneel down, I will let them go..."
The middle-aged small scene took a hand, and the body rushed up to four or five men, holding a rifle to aim at the poor.
Seeing those muzzles, hesitantly hesitated. He didn't try to use his body to smash bullets. He was worried that his blind date would be hurt. He lowered his head and stared at his feet and trembled.
"Ha! Don't you? Just give him some color to see...········"
In the middle, Xiao Jingchong made a look at his hand. The rifle spouted out the fire tongue. The streamer bullets spewed out countless blood flowers in the crowd. In a scream, the crowd blew the nest and turned back to run. The bullets passed through them. The backup shot from the front chest, catching up with the person in front, and dyeing the back again.

嗷·········

Wanqiang screamed and lifted his big feet like this rushed. The muzzle was transferred at the same time. In the sound of the gunshots, countless fluorescent lights flashed on his chest, and the tight clothes of his body were broken. Turned into countless pieces, Wanqiang was beaten back and forth by the impact of the bullets. When it was finally retired, it was thrown to the ground and screamed with anger.
"Up, kill me for him..."
Ps: Not easy, the K song contest ended successfully. There are a total of fifty friends for the game, the first place, the raccoon, the second place, the ink rhyme, the third place, the national treasure, the fourth place, the biscuit, thanks The support of the above book friends, especially the biscuits, is the legendary MM.