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The middle-aged Xiaojing yelled, turned around and ran, and he came out. The one in front of him was the evolutionary who turned the gathering place upside down before. He knew a little more than others, and it was this that made him feel Crisis, this guy must be invulnerable.
Wan Qiang had never been shot by a bullet before. Suddenly, the stinging and scorching pain on his body made him panic. All he knew was that he had been shot, and it hurt very much. After the mutation, his blunted skin had never hurt so much. He was on the ground Rolling, imagining their final destination.
The bullets continued to shoot, and all kinds of knives, guns and sticks hit him head and face. He didn't know what the normal reaction was after being shot. He only knew that he was going to die, and he would die soon.
Thinking that he was going to die soon, and desperate amidst grief and indignation, he let out a loud growl, and threw his leg on a man's leg bone. Half empty anti-knuckle fold in half.
With the first one, there will be the second one, he kicked out all the red-eyed men around him, slowly got up from the ground, the gunshots stopped long ago, and the man with the empty magazine was holding the rifle stupidly. Stared at Wan Qiang stupidly.
Wan Qiang was still a little dazed when he got up from the ground. He turned his head to look around, and then lowered his head to his chest. The chest was densely dotted with blood, and as long as the place hit by the bullet was bruised, it seemed serious. superficial wounds.
"Aww!!!" Wan Qiang became excited, he finally understood the strength of his body, full of confidence, became fearless, and rushed towards the men with guns, those men couldn't react, they couldn't accept it , seeing Wan Qiang rushing over, felt extremely frightened, and wanted to run away, but their bodies were weak, and they couldn't control their legs.
Wan Qiang picked up a man's collar and held him high above the country's head. If Wan Qiang, who was holding a man with one hand, was caught by Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would have no doubt that it was a d. "Ha!!!" The man was caught by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Throwing it a distance of tens of meters, it fell to the ground and turned into a sack of broken flesh.
He swung his right fist and slammed it on the top of the second man's head. The man was half short out of thin air, and half of his head was missing. On the ground, unable to move.
The third man exploded when his fear reached its peak. He grabbed the hot barrel, turned the muzzle upside down and hit Wan Qiang between his legs. Wan Qiang didn't squat down like a normal man clutching his crotch. Did he stare at the man with bloodshot eyes viciously? The man took a step back, the rifle fell to the ground, and Wan Qiang was dumbfounded.
Wan Qiang bent down, picked up the man casually, grabbed the man's leg with his right hand, danced like a windmill, and ruthlessly threw it at the man who turned around and ran away.
The man dancing in mid-air shouted and trilled loudly, and bumped into his companion. After the crisp sound of bones breaking, the two of them lay on the ground in a strange figure.
Panting heavily, Wan Qiang scanned the surroundings with gray-red pupils. He was relieved when there was no more enemy. He picked up a few rifles from the ground, turned around and returned to the shack, asked someone to explain a few words, put down the rifle and turned around. Chase to the place where the middle-aged Xiaojing fled.
The gathering place is not big, and the heads of several forces are familiar to most people. Wan Qiang knows the middle-aged Xiaojing, and he has never been in contact with him before. He doesn't know the lair of that person without a watch.
Wan Qiang, who was walking on the street, was particularly eye-catching, with gray-red eyes with cold and indifferent pupils, a bald head that could reflect the sun, and twisted muscles on his body. The most eye-catching thing was the numerous broad bean-sized wounds on his chest.
When Wan Qiang was walking on the street, the wounds on his chest were closing up naturally, and when the wounds shrank to the size of soybeans, Wan Qiang stopped, and then a thunderous roar came from his stomach.
He stopped, the burning hunger in his stomach tormented him, the hunger burned his nerves, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, the crowd standing on the street seemed to him to be roasted chickens, sending out to him With a seductive color.
Wan Qiang was almost controlled by his subconscious hunger. He stretched out his hand to grab a living person to eat, and finally bit his teeth on his tongue. The salty taste and pain woke him up, and he found a Standing in the center of the street, he held a man in front of his chest with his right hand. The man stuck out his tongue and looked at him in horror, his face was flushed red, and urine was still dripping from his trousers.
Wan Qiang threw the man away casually, picked up his steps again, and trotted a bit. He didn't dare to stay in the crowd any longer. After taking two steps, he saw three men with rifles on their backs walking towards this side. Two people were carrying plastic medicine boxes with handles, which exuded a faint smell of food, and the other was holding two bottles of white wine.
From the direction behind the two, it can be seen that they came from the market at the entrance of the camp, perhaps to help their power leaders order and buy food, a few people were talking and laughing, and Wan Qiang, who was staring at them, they Putting away their smiles, one person handed over the food box to the other, unloaded the rifle and held it in his hand, watching Wan Qiang vigilantly.
Wan Qiang was full of confidence, he didn't care if other people's guns were pointed at him, he walked towards the three of them in a daze.
"Stop... what are you doing,... stop, or you will shoot..."
Wan Qiang ignored the warning and continued to run over there. The noise of rifle shooting continued. In the rain of bullets, Wan Qiang covered his head and face, and snatched the rifle from the man in front of the three people. Fan him out.
The two people around him had a secret way, and they wanted to hide aside and distance themselves. Wan Qiang’s goal was the box in their hands, how could they let them run away, San San strode up to catch up with the two, and his giant palm moved like pinching the neck of a chicken. , gently pinched the necks of the two of them, and they passed out.
Wan Qiang grabbed the food box before it fell to the ground, opened the box, and poured it into his mouth regardless of what was inside.
"Pa..." A wine bottle fell to the ground and was smashed into pieces. The strong aroma of the wine spread into Wan Qiang's nose. He who never drank alcohol could only feel the smell of the smell, and the saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Twice, he poured the food in the box into his mouth, picked up another intact bottle from the ground, broke off the neck of the bottle like a toothpick, and poured the wine into his mouth with his head raised.
With a bottle of wine in his stomach, Wan Qiang shook his head, feeling very refreshed. He roared and continued to move towards his goal. The three people on the ground were not even interested in taking another look. Nothing happened at all, he just wanted to grab food, not kill people.
After Wan Qiang left, there were three bare pigs on the street, all of which were stripped of their rifle bullets and their clothes. The looters didn't even dislike their underpants, and they took them all away.