The small straight knife in the man's hand was constantly intersecting with Zhang Xiaoqiang's police dagger. The crisp and melodious metallic sound made the members of the combat team around Zhang Xiaoqiang feel like they were watching a martial arts movie. They were not worried about Zhang Xiaoqiang's safety at all. The d2 who can't be beaten together can't do anything about Zhang Xiaoqiang, the man in front of him? Not far.
The previous man and his two men had been taken by the combat team to squat on the ground, and the tied woman was also loosened, holding her child and waiting for her fate. Except for the machine gunner who was watching the men lying on the ground in front of him, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, watching with relish, if not for Zhang Xiaoqiang's identity, some people would have applauded.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had fun looking at the crazy man in front of him. From time to time, he gently leaned his body against the man's body with the man's blade under his crotch, watching the man stumbled and fell to the side, and then the man's body was like an installation. Like a spring, he jumped up immediately and continued to pounce on Zhang Xiaoqiang. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang teased this man like a cat catching a mouse, he also felt a little admiration for this man. There is a kind of tenacity, a kind of indomitable momentum, if ordinary people encounter the same situation as him, they would have been arrested or killed themselves with a knife, but this man is still trying, everyone knows what he thinks, even if he dies Bite off a piece of flesh on Zhang Xiaoqiang's body.
"Ha..." The man yelled again, and the small straight knife in his hand stabbed straight at Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped back half a step sideways, and the dagger in his hand slashed at his small straight knife. On the back of his knife, Zhang Xiaoqiang stirred his wrist violently. The force on the police dagger made the man unable to hold the small straight knife steadily anymore. The small straight knife broke free from his right hand and flew into the distance. Everyone who saw this thought that At the end of the battle, the mad dog had its fangs pulled out and its claws cut off, so he did no harm to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Ah..." The man didn't feel despondent because of the loss of the weapon, but became even crazier. He opened his arms and rushed towards Zhang Xiaoqiang straight. Biting his neck, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his right foot and wanted to kick him back, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the man's left hand move, and a smaller straight knife was held in his hand. Received Zhang Xiaoqiang's counterattack with his chest, and then cut Zhang Xiaoqiang's neck with the knife in his right hand. Seeing that the members of the combat team here felt as if a huge rock was pressed against their hearts, they knew that they would never be able to escape. This man is more powerful than a mad dog. Still crazy.
Zhang Xiaoqiang just raised his right foot, saw that something was wrong and didn't have time to think about it, he threw away the dagger, stepped suddenly and turned his body to lean against the man's arms, let the man's knife pass, and put his hands on the man's left arm sideways to exert force, the man He just threw him out... Zhang Xiaoqiang touched the paw prints on his face and looked at the young man lying on the ground in the distance, feeling a little guilty, this person was too dangerous, even if he was thrown out by Zhan Xiaoqiang, he would still Scratched Zhang Xiaoqiang's face with his right hand. Although he didn't have time to use force, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was still scratched with blood.
The man fell hard, he twisted his body on the ground and struggled to get up, he saw guys with guns not far away looking at him and laughing at him, some people aimed their guns at him on purpose, but he was not afraid , he opened his blood-red eyes looking for the target, this time he came out and he did not intend to go back alive, he has always had a desire in his heart, a desire to destroy, I don't know when it started, maybe it was because he was suspected of going to middle school Infected with Influenza A and lying beside the isolation room, no one came to see him. Maybe it was the father who never looked at him so that he kept resenting him. The man he hates.
He doesn't care about anything, he wants to be destroyed, he wants people all over the world to die, he wants to see the square covered with corpses, he laughs wildly in the square with a knife, waiting for a scorching bullet to kill himself Going to hell, he has always had this thought in his mind. In the dormitory of the university, he took a small straight knife bought from the Internet and gestured at the neck of a sleeping classmate more than once, as if cutting it with a single knife! His space is dark and obscure, he feels a heavy oppression, he always wants to seek destruction or self-destruction.
The end of the world is here. On the roof of the school, he saw the classmates on the playground being thrown, torn apart, and chewed by those former classmates; a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before filled his heart. He walked down the stairs step by step, He wants to go to the playground and let those crazy monsters tear himself apart and eat himself. He thinks this is the perfect way to die. He hates his body because his father gave him it.
He walked downstairs slowly, and at some point a beautiful figure appeared in his mind. It was his cousin who was six years older than him, the cousin who cooked for him, bought snacks and toys for him, the one who took him The cousin who went out to play, the cousin he silently liked in his heart... He came back, went through hardships, wandered on the edge of life and death more than once, and the most serious time he was seriously injured and could only lie on the ground waiting to die. It feels wonderful, very comfortable, as if nothing is important anymore, the past involuntarily comes to mind, the last image is that beautiful figure smiling at him, he suddenly does not want to die, he wants to go back, he crawls to the window and licks the splash After the rain on the window sill, he found that he had changed, with faster speed and stronger strength. With this speed and strength, he returned to his hometown.
His father died, he turned into a zombie and his head was chopped off by himself. Looking at the corpse under his feet, he felt no comfort, only a sense of loss and worry about his cousin. When his brother-in-law died, he killed it with a knife. The black flesh on his body was cut off little by little. He cut it very slowly. He didn't know if it was a thousand or ten thousand. He found her bones in the bedroom. He hugged her bones and howled in pain. He hates, he hates all the zombies, he rushed out the door with a knife, he wanted to kill all the zombies, or he was eaten by the zombies.
Right here between life and death, he saw a girl running from the street with a bunch of food and mineral water in her arms. She was chasing an S-shaped zombie behind her. The girl was wearing a red down jacket with a hood. The style of the down jacket is very familiar. It is the same as his sister's favorite. He bought it for his cousin with the 500 yuan he earned in the supermarket during the summer vacation. Looking at the familiar down jacket, he rubbed shoulders with the girl. However, insert the small straight knife into the head of the S-shaped zombie.
In this way, he survived, with a small tail always following behind him. It was the girl in the red down jacket, the pretty girl who was obsequious in front of him. With inexplicable predictability, a person lived alone in the last days for several months, until he met him...