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A militiaman yelled in horror. He and Liu Biao were in the same team. Liu Biao was surrounded. He was naturally anxious and couldn't help asking everyone for help. Everyone went together, but saw Liu Biao's dancing car door and wanted to get out. Unfortunately, he went too deep and was surrounded by mutated shrimps. He could only rely on the car door to circle around his body to keep the mutated shrimps out. However, his strength was almost exhausted, and the speed of turning the car door became slower and slower, and even Even the car door is hung with a mutated shrimp caught on the edge of the door.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is determined to rescue, but there are at least 50 or 60 people waiting to board the boat, and 50 or 60 people can't go up at the same time, and someone needs to cover the bottom. Compared with the life and death of one person, Zhang Xiaoqiang can only choose to save more people. people.
"Retreat... are deaf... retreat for me... get to the boat... don't look back..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang suppressed his unwillingness and yelled at the crowd, whether it was militiamen or team members, they all turned their heads silently and ran towards Wenpo.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to Liu Biao, who was struggling with his last strength, but he didn't know that Liu Biao was also on their side. Looking at the retreating comrades, Liu Biao felt a sense of grief and indignation for being abandoned. He was not a monk who sacrificed his life to feed the tiger. , he is a former taxi driver with desires and selfishness, the feeling of being abandoned is very uncomfortable, he knows what they are doing right from the current situation, but when this happens to him, he just can't bear it .
His right hand was still mechanically grasping the car door and circling around, the soreness in his arm had been forgotten by him, he looked at the comrades-in-arms who turned around and ran away one after another, he opened his mouth to scold and shout, his throat seemed to be stuck, He couldn't yell out, the fear of death made him unconsciously speed up the dancing of the car door, he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of being eaten alive by mutant shrimp.
He came to Zhang Xiaoqiang who was staring at him, his eyes burst out with a fiery brilliance, he looked straight at Zhang Xiaoqiang, his eyes showed deep pleas, he hoped that Zhang Xiaoqiang would rush in and rescue him.
Afterwards, the heat and hope that erupted in his heart fell like ice, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were only regretful. Under the light of the burning fire not far away, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were full of apology.
"Head...Give me a kick...Give me a kick...Shoot me...I don't want to be eaten..."
Liu Biao gave up hope, and made a last request to Zhang Xiaoqiang. He would rather die in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang than in the mouth of the mutated shrimp. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Liu Biao and the countless mutated shrimps standing between them. He was extremely conflicted. If there was a heavy machine gun below, he could sweep the road and rescue Liu Biao. If his horn gun was not embedded in the boat, he might be able to kill Liu Biao with the horn gun. Come out, now he can't do anything.
"Ah... Hurry up... Go up... There are a lot of people coming over there..."
"No way...the car body is shaking...it will collapse if you are not careful..."
"Which is interesting... Those who can go up will go up, those who can't go up will die below, what's the big deal..."
Others shouted chaotically from behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, he turned his head and saw more mutated shrimps approaching Genpo, and in front of him, countless mutated shrimps were also approaching him.
"Kill me...I don't have time...Kill me...I'm running out of strength...Please..."
"Hurry up... hurry up on the top... no time... no time..."
The words of Liu Biao and the team members behind rushed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrums, and the words "no time" exploded his heart.
"ah!!!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up at the sky and howled angrily. The gun in his hand fired four bullets into the sky. When only one bullet was left, he aimed at Liu Biao's forehead.
Looking at the black hole of the gun, a smile bloomed on Liu Biao's weeping face, showing a slight gratitude, and he nodded to Zhang Xiaoqiang. The gratitude on Liu Biao's face pierced Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart deeply like a sharp sword. The moment he pulled the trigger, he jumped the muzzle of the gun and sent the mutated shrimp flying towards Liu Biao's calf with its claws.
Liu Biao looked suspiciously at the mutated shrimp at his feet, but before he made any movement, half of his head on the bridge of his nose shattered with a gunshot, leaving only the lower half of his head, Liu Biao threw his arms at the shrimp group, A flaming Molotov cocktail flew down from the boat and hit the ground under his feet. The moment he fell, the flames shot up into the sky, engulfing him in the flames.
The second bullet was not shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang. With dynamic vision, he knew who shot it. On the side of the ship, among the anxious crowd, a young militiaman indifferently put down the rifle in his hand. It was Chi Yong and Liu Biao. It was the second person he killed with his own hands, the elder brother of the opposite sex whom he regarded as his elder brother, the elder brother who wanted to make a name for himself together with him, the bold, tough, irritable, cruel taxi driver who regarded him as his younger brother.
"What are you still doing in a daze... Shut up all of them and climb up for me... If you want to die, run over there..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled at the chaotic crowd behind him, trying to vent his depression. Afterwards, he took a deep look at the burning corpse, turned around and ran to the bottom of the gentle slope, grabbed a small car with both hands, and gave a loud shout , dragging the car body, exerting strength with both arms, the car was thrown out by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and hit the rushing shrimp while rolling.
Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the car out, pulled out the p to quickly change the magazine, and while the car was still rolling, three bullets hit the fuel tank of the car together, and the car suddenly burst into flames, burning among the prawns.
"The people below... catch the rope and tie it around their waists... each of them tie one..."
Yang Keer shouted anxiously from above, and the ropes made of safety belts hung down the hull of the boat. Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a sigh of relief when he reached the ropes, his whole body was occupied by deep fatigue...
One died and one survived, no matter how the account is calculated, it will not be a disadvantage. Whether it is Zhang Xiaoqiang or the people who climbed into the boat, their hearts are heavy. Looking at the dense mutant shrimps gathered under the boat, no one feels nervous and afraid anymore. The deck they were on was as high as 200 meters. If the mutated shrimps piled up to a height of 300000 meters, they would only be burned by them. Behind them, there were gasoline and tires.
The gentle slope that the crowd climbed before has become the only passage for the mutated shrimp. The obstacles caused by all kinds of broken cars to the mutated shrimp are far higher than that of humans. Watching its tortoise shell squirm slowly, most of the time it will be stuck in one place and unable to advance or retreat.
The situation has stabilized. Check the time. It's almost midnight. From one o'clock, they dealt with the mutant shrimp for three hours. During these three hours, they lost three lives, and two of them couldn't even find their bodies. Those who escaped were not included, not to mention, there were countless people who were slightly injured, and those who were seriously injured lost their right foot forever and became crippled.