"Kao, just die, you can escape today but not tomorrow! Die early and reincarnate early!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang watched Yang Keer face D2 alone, machismo broke out completely, forgetting the fear of facing D2 before, surpassing Yang Keer and walking in front of her. .
"I'm an otaku, and I'm also a man, a man is about to rise!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang kept talking to himself, as if he could forget the fear of facing D2 in this way!
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yang Keer stood by the tricycle waiting for the arrival of D2, which reminded Zhang Xiaoqiang of the dog blood movie he had seen before, "The hero waited silently, he had nothing to fear, he just waited quietly, waiting for the upcoming Come to the decisive battle! He died, and he died with the demon king who destroyed the world! People will always remember him! '
"Will anyone remember me when I die?" Zhang Xiaoqiang laughed at himself, and turned to look at Yang Ke'er beside him.
Yang Ke'er didn't show nervousness at all, but was very excited, the kind of excitement before playing boos in the game. Yang Ke'er seemed to feel that D2 came too slowly, the forefoot of her right foot kept touching the ground, and the animal horn in her hand Following the rhythm of her pointing the gun, the end of the gun also hit the loess ground beside her feet at the same time. Now a small nest the size of a bowl has been smashed out!
Looking at Yang Ke'er's relaxed face, Zhang Xiaoqiang was no longer nervous, and watched a small black spot in front of him slowly move towards this side.
"It seems to be a Marseillaise?" Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled the rhythm of Yang Ke'er's footsteps, "Shall we have some "German Panzer March"?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at D2 slowly approaching and tried his best to relax himself.
"Wow! What a handsome monster, even more handsome than the governor!"
Yang Ke'er looked at D2 very surprised! It seems that he didn't expect that the fleshless zombies he saw on weekdays could grow so strong.
"Don't be surprised, get ready, it's coming!" Zhang Xiaoqiang took the 'May 4th' pistol in his hand, checked the ammunition in the magazine, clicked it and aimed at D2.
Zhang Xiaoqiang held the gun in his hand but didn't have any confidence in his heart, God knows if the bullet would go in!
Already within the maximum range of the pistol, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to shoot. He was not confident that he could hit a zombie at 50 meters. He really didn't have many bullets and was reluctant to waste them.
D2 is about 2.5 meters taller than the one I saw before. There is not a single hair on the head, unlike other zombies that have more or less hairs. His eyelids were closed so he couldn't see the whites of his eyes. The shoulders are strong and broad, looking like a wall.
The pace of walking is not very fast. Because the zombies' pace is too large, ordinary people can only keep up with the trotting speed. Muscular from thigh to calf, the dark complexion looks like a steel plate, changing shape as it advances.
"Touch" when the D2 zombies approached 30 meters, Zhang Xiaoqiang's 'May 4th' sounded, and Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the shock force from his wrist and looked at D2.
D2 just paused for a moment and then continued walking towards this side, the bullets had no effect on it!
"Bump..." Zhang Xiaoqiang fired continuously, and the shock force from the gun made him unable to feel anything below his wrist.
Five of the six bullets hit D2, and D2 seemed to be hurt, and let out an angry roar and sped up to this side.
Seeing D2 rushing towards him, Zhang Xiaoqiang hastily changed the magazines in a panic. His longing for guns since he was a child made him too superstitious about the power of pistols, so the pistol didn't work. Load the magazine and try again!
"Yeah!" Yang Ke'er yelled and raised the horn gun to meet D2. After all, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!
As soon as he changed the magazine, he saw Yang Ke'er going forward, Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed secretly, inserted the pistol back, picked up the horn gun and chased after him.
Standing with the 2.5m tall D2, Yang Ke'er is like a little girl, who can only see the waist of the zombie, no matter how tall she is, she has to look up.
Yang Ke'er recklessly swung the gun with both hands in a half circle, and the horn gun smashed hard on D2's thigh, "jumping" like hitting a cowhide drum with a hole in it, making a muffled sound!
D2 staggered a little forward and then stood still, raising his left arm as if to repel flies.
Yang Ke'er's mouth was numb from the backlash of the horn gun, and then D2 swung his left arm and smashed it on the horn gun, and the horn gun bounced back violently after being hit by a huge force.
The rebounding animal horn hit Yang Keer with the threaded steel gun body, and the huge impact sent Yang Keer flying several meters and fell to the yellow ground. Yang Keer could no longer hold the animal horn and raised the gun head After fainting, the horn spear also fell to the side.
D2 didn't feel like bullying the little girl at all, turned around and walked towards Yang Ke'er who was fainted on the ground.
Seeing Yang Ke'er in danger, Zhang Xiaoqiang completely forgot his fear, and accelerated his speed again until he rushed to the back of D2's ass.
After the ravages of wind, rain and time, D2 has only a belt firmly tied around his waist, and half of his tattered trousers are hanging on the belt. The trousers can no longer cover D2's butt and butt, and the little pants inside have disappeared.
D2's chrysanthemum can be vaguely seen through the tattered trousers. There was no time to think about it, the more than 100,000 assassination exercises came into play again today. "Pounce" the animal horn gun slammed into D2's chrysanthemum, and D2 stopped walking and gave a pause.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's brain was already dazed by the blood, and the gangster didn't know that he had exploded the chrysanthemum of D2, he just turned the gun body according to his old habit of killing zombies. The animal horn on the head of the animal horn gun is originally a spiral pattern. As Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the animal horn gun forcefully, the animal horn drilled in along the chrysanthemum of D2 like a wine corkscrew.
The higher the degree of zombie evolution, the more sensitive the senses, just like ordinary zombies standing downwind can't smell Zhang Xiaoqiang's smell, but D2 can smell it. So popping chrysanthemums may not be a big deal to ordinary zombies, but to D2 it touched his nerves and made him even more angry.
It was the same when I met D2 last time. D2 only bit his head with a bit of skin, and he would not let go of Zhang Xiaoqiang. this time
"Ho Ho Ho `````````" D2 let out a furious roar, turned around and grabbed back.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't notice D2's anger and just spun the gun body hard. Now the only thought in his mind is, "You can't let the little girl die, D2 is very powerful, you should swipe a few more times!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang concentrated on drilling the chrysanthemum of D2, as if he had returned to the days when he was working in a restaurant helping customers open red wine. The horn spear in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand is about two meters long, and about 80 centimeters of it is horn. Now it has penetrated about 40 centimeters. When he was drilling vigorously, the horn gun suddenly leaned to one side with great force. Zhang Xiaoqiang was dying. Holding the gun body, he was naturally taken aside by this force.
D2 turned around and grabbed an empty one, but could feel that the thing in that place was still hanging on his chrysanthemum, D2 turned around and grabbed it behind him even more angrily, but always caught an empty one.
Zhang Xiaoqiang held the horn gun tightly in both hands and ran with D2's turn, feeling like he was riding a pirate ship when he was a child, going here and there for a while. Zhang Xiaoqiang woke up a long time ago, but he didn't dare to let go. Once D2 grabbed his bones, he would definitely tear them down one by one.
If Yang Ke’er wakes up, she will surely find that the scene in front of her is familiar. It’s very similar to the children in the kindergarten playing the game of eagle and chicken. D2 is the eagle, Zhang Xiaoqiang is the chicken, and D2’s chrysanthemum is the hen.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is about to cry now, but why does this happen every time, he can't go up and down, he can't go down, he's stuck half dead.
The hands that were holding the gun tightly began to break the skin, and the palms were hot, and the feeling was still intensified with the constant friction, as if they were already bleeding and they were still applying chili oil on the wound. Zhang Xiaoqiang was driven by D2 to spin continuously, and he had already started to feel dizzy. I don't know how long I can hold on, Yang Ke'er lay there without moving, and I don't know if the injury is serious or not.