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"Bah..." A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit on the bald man's face. The middle-aged Xiao Jing left the bald man who hadn't breathed yet, and turned to his subordinates who had finished. The subordinates had been tired for a long time, and the violent demolition was rampant. Dog, waiting for the middle-aged Xiaojing to speak together, secretly begging him to withdraw.
"What... can't we go to the next one?"
Hearing the middle-aged Xiaoqiang's shout, the men cheered up and headed to the next shack area. When they got there, the men hesitated. This shack is not as scattered and messy as before. All of them are arranged in rows horizontally and vertically in lines. The materials used are patchwork like other places, and the shapes are also different, but they look relatively neat.
That's all, the big difference between this place and other places is that the personnel inside are not changed like other places. They hid in the house, squatted in the crack of the door and looked around. More than a hundred men stood in the shack area with various simple weapons, vigilant. Looking at these ill-intentioned people.
The face of the middle-aged Xiaojing became serious. The people in front were different from those just now. They were united, and it seemed that they did not lack the courage to defend their homeland. He carefully looked at the man in front of him, his face uncertain. He laughed, and the man in front of them was bluffing.
Although they held weapons in their hands, their posture was not right. Did they swing it? If they hit someone else, they must have been hit first. The men pretended not to be afraid, and the sweat beads on their foreheads betrayed the tension in their hearts. The ground was not stable, and the slightly trembling legs caused the body to shake slightly.
"Crowd, rush for me..."
The middle-aged Xiaojing gave an order, and his subordinates shouted and rushed forward. The middle-aged Xiaojing was right. These men are a mob. When they saw those murderers rushing, the first thing they thought of was not to meet them. , but turned around and ran, while running, all kinds of sticks and iron pieces were thrown all over the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged Xiaojing's subordinates rushed into the shack and into the broken crowd. They waved their weapons and knocked down the panicked people one by one. Screaming, the subordinates let out joyful cheers, and they vented all their hardships today on these ignorant guys.
The shack went into chaos, and it was no longer as orderly as before. The screams of women and children rang out one after another, and many women rushed out to jump on the man who fell on the ground.
A smile hangs on the middle-aged Xiaojing's mouth. He also needs to vent. Bullying others is a good way to vent. When he sees those women who rush out, the middle-aged Xiaojing feels disgusted. He is about to issue orders, regardless of men and women. During the same lesson, the subordinates rushing in front suddenly flew back backwards.
These people didn't know what was knocking them into the air. They flew six or seven meters high, drew a big arc in the air, fell backwards, and fell hard to the ground. These people flew in the air and screamed loudly. It fell to the ground but stopped, and rolled on the ground like a rolling gourd. During the rolling, the body softened into a ball, and the sound of bone shattering sounded like popcorn being baked.
When they stopped, none of them could move anymore, their heads were crooked, and bright red blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, their bodies were limp, and they were posing in various weird poses.
"Hiss..." The middle-aged Xiaojing gasped. The ability to fly people so far is not something that ordinary people can do. He is either an evolutionary or an internal master.
Another three or five people flew into the air with loud screams, and one of them spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and the chaotic blood fell from the air like raindrops.
At this time, the subordinates couldn't bear it anymore, they turned and fled one after another, leaving behind a wailing man and a crying woman. When the subordinates stood behind the middle-aged Xiaojing, he saw a different man appearing opposite him.
The man is unusually tall, standing out from the crowd like a chicken. The height of ordinary people only reaches his chest. The figure of more than two heights reminds the middle-aged Xiaojing of his previous nightmares, and makes the D-shaped zombies who ruthlessly blow up the bridge in the gathering place, this figure The burly and tall man has the same bald head as the d-shaped zombie.
Muscle knots, blue veins intertwined, while walking, intertwined blue tendons disappear for a time limit like pigeon blood tattoos, forming a horror relief, and then disappear.
This is not a person, this is a d with open eyes, the man's eyes are open, there is no dark brown pupil in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a kind of gray red, gray red does not have the violent feeling of dark red, But there was a kind of madness, a bit of indifference.
The man walked to the front of the crowd with big strides, looked at the shocked middle-aged Xiaojing, and roared loudly:
"My name is Wan Qiang, they are my folks, their business is my business!!!"
Wan Qiang didn't know how to speak very much, so he stopped talking after saying this sentence, and stared at the middle-aged Xiaojing with bull's-eye eyes.
Looking at Wan Qiang, the middle-aged Xiaojing smiled. Wan Qiang spoke to dispel his doubts. It is not zombies who can talk. As long as they are not zombies, he is not afraid, no matter how powerful they are. He believes that quantity can overwhelm quality .
"Ha! What a big tone, a stupid, thick, black bald man dares to show off here. I killed a bald man just now, and you are not bad. Today, I will make a pair... "
The middle-aged Xiaojing looked at Wan Qiang and talked freely, as if the giant in front of him was already meat on his chopping board.
"What do you want, we have nothing."
Wan Qiang roared with grief and indignation in his heart. They were just a group of mice hiding in the civilian area. They were all villagers from Shili Township before the end of the world. The blind daters hid and took great risks to take care of him who was struggling every day on the verge of life and death.
Later, he discovered that his body was mutated, growing in a bigger and bigger direction, and consuming a huge amount of food. At that time, the gathering place was still orderly, everyone could eat enough, and he could only eat enough. What he needed to grow The energy is saved from the gap between the teeth by hundreds of blind dates.
Later, relying on his ability, he led people to grab some food. If he relied on this food, he could become a small leader of a power. He gave up, and he was reluctant to let those folks starve.
There is not much food, and the consumption of hundreds of people is an astronomical figure. After the food ran out, Wan Qiang accompanied the blind date to starve. In order to reduce his consumption more than others, he lay in bed all day. Now someone came to make trouble. Of course he's coming out.
He is not afraid of the middle-aged Xiaojing and those subordinates, but he can't ignore his fellow villagers. After the demonstration, his words were a little 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 Xiaojing pointed casually, and four or five men rushed up, aiming at the poor with rifles.
Wan Qiang hesitated when he saw the guns. He had never tried to use his body to carry bullets, and he was worried that the blind date would be hurt. He lowered his head and stared at his feet, trembling all over.
"Ha! Don't kneel, right? Give him some color..."
In the middle, Xiao Jing winked at one of his subordinates, the rifle spewed out flames, and the streamer bullets spurted countless blood flowers in the crowd. Amidst the screams, the crowd exploded, turned around and ran back, and the bullets passed through their bodies. The backup shoots out from the front chest, catches up to the person in front, and bleeds the backup again.
"Aw..."
Wan Qiang howled, raised his big feet as if rushing this way, the muzzle of the gun shifted at the same time, amidst the sound of the gunfire, countless fluorescent lights flashed on his chest, which was torn apart by the tightly stretched cloth of his body, Turned into countless fragments, Wan Qiang was hit backwards and forwards by the impact of the bullets. When he was unable to retreat, he was tripped on the ground and roared angrily.
"Come on, kill him for me..."
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