Yang Keer’s great power is powerful compared to the mortars blown out by mortars. The head of D2 is like being stepped on by countless elephants. It keeps shaking the squeaky head and inserts it in the ears. The half-horn bevel in the middle is also undetectable. With the shaking of D2's head, Zhang Xiaoqiang is like a small slab in the huge waves undulating on the D2. He brushed his body and was dragged over D2. The shoulders were hung on its chest. D2's chest was smashed by countless machine gun bullets. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that D2's wound had no blackened blood. All the wounds were closed, and the bare muscles on the wound squeezed the wound. Tightly formed a strip of tightly sealed lines.

Zhang Xiaoqiang loosened his right hand and touched the holster on the police belt on the right waist. One hand grasped the bevel and endured the body, and the other hand lifted the heavy silver desert eagle to the D2. The big face of the stench, "砰砰砰··········" The eagle of the desert eagle shook his eardrum, his brain creaked, and the huge recoil made him unable to hold the beast again. The pyramid fell below.

"Plop" Zhang Xiaoqiang fell on a pit that was blown up by the shells. The soil underneath had been blown and fluffy. He did not suffer any damage. He stood still with the heat of the sediment. He stood up and looked up and hung Half empty D2.

D2's big mouth and nose are seriously hurt, because the angle is not good, the silver pistol can only hit its side, even so, D2 is not hurt less than the damage it has on the ears.

D2 is very angry, it is also very scared, one after another accidents make it scared, it struggles in the air, the claws are no longer struggling with the steel shovel, it explores the edge of the steel shovel, makes a roar, the whole body tightens the arm The steel shovel was pushed out by a strange force, and the forklift constantly sprayed black smoke to close it. With the explosive force of the D2 arm, the body was constantly retreating.

"Bumper·········" Zhang Xiaoqiang changed the clip, and both hands held the gun and aimed at D2's face constantly pulling the trigger. The recoil of the desert eagle continued to come back, but his eyes only had D2. Ugly big face, Yang Keer climbed up from the roof with a black face. She lost her face this time. Last time she played against D2, she was happy to rush up. When D2 waved her hand, she rushed to the street. Then D2 was killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's bursting chrysanthemum. Last time, even the face was not even a pair of rice bags that were flying. D2 was killed by Yuan Yi and Zhang Xiaoqiang. This time, it is hard to have a chance, but this time D2 When she didn't even pay back, she almost slammed the street.

She stood up straight and was about to throw it up again. There was a violent tremor at her feet. She threw herself on the roof again. D2 was hit by a bullet shot from below. It was a big explosion. It was a big one. The ankles slammed on the serrations of a forklift's steel shovel. The body of the forklift immediately tilted, the wheels on one side of the forklift were suspended, and the other side was still moving forward. The forklift fell to the ground and splashed black. The sand, D2 was also pulled to the ground by the force of the forklift, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity to step forward in the first three steps, side up the right leg, kicking the beak on the D2 ear On the eighty cents, the beast was kicked in a small half.

"Ah 呜~~~~~~" D2 slammed over his body and hugged his head on the ground, rolling and screaming, and his body twisted like Zhang Xiaoqiang like a twisting giant, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not escape, when D2's body came to him. At the foot, he was again on the handshake of the beak of the beast. D2 felt the pain in his head. His claws were fluttering around, mud, gravel, and some pieces of meat and bones. It was sprinkled around, and the epilepsy of D2 madness made Zhang Xiaoqiang have to hide to avoid the edge. He pulled out the third clip into the handle and waited for the opportunity.

"Bang··········································································································· The long mechanical arm was lifted up with the bucket, then the bucket quickly descended, and it slammed into the lower body of D2. The sawtooth of the bucket nailed the D2 firmly to the ground. D2 didn’t hold his head again. The claw caught the steel big bucket and wanted to remove it from himself.

"Touch ················································································································ Previously, it consumed a lot of energy. Now it has some lingering smell, but it has closed its mouth. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s bullet has not caused much damage except knocking out several large incisors.

"Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Yang Keer finally climbed down from the **** forklift. She held a large mace, with a crisp scream in her mouth. Knocking at D2's head, D2 was pushing his head to force the big bucket that was pressed against it. Yang Ker's mace just caught the beak on his ear.

With the loud noise of the mace on the head of D2, the sharp corner of the beak of the beast is coming out from the right ear of D2. D2 makes a long mourning, the body is violently twitching, and the two big claws are fast in the air. Waving, then softly fell to the ground and splashed a piece of dust...·········

Zhang Xiaoqiang silently glanced at the D2 lying on the ground and no longer moving. He inserted the empty eagle of the desert eagle back into the holster and turned to the camp. Although he experienced a fierce fight, his footsteps went further and better. Brisk, the military shoes stepped on the soft mud that was blown loose by the shells, like stepping on a thick cashmere carpet~lightnovelpub.net~He felt that his body would float up, his mood was exceptionally easy, it was dead The fourth D2 in his hand is also the worst one of the dead. From the beginning of the initiative, he is in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang. From the beginning to the end, D2 has no chance to stand up. It has been turned over before dying. There is no achievement other than a forklift.

Yang Keer glared at the macadam and followed Xiaoqu with Zhang Xiaoqiang. Although she was unlucky at first, what happened? In the end, I am not killing the big BOOS myself. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang also has a little contribution, who can make him his husband? In Yang Keer’s mind, her husband’s is her, her is still her...

A man with a trembling face was crawling out of the forklift that fell to the ground. When he saw the D2 who was dead, he made a strange call, sitting on the ground and using his hands and feet. He was Wang Le. One of the two men, just cooperated with the fight, Wang Le's repair shop was full of battles in the first line, Wang Le jumped from the digging machine, went to the D2's body to look at it, and died hard The D2 kicked off his body and said that he was contemptuous. Then he followed the back of Zhang Xiaoqiang and ran to the camp. He still had a lot of work to do. D2 is just a small episode today. He has not seen it. D2 is really powerful, natural, and not put in my heart...·········

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked over the men and women who bowed to him and went to the fat cook to take the lunch box in his hand. He went to the side and started to eat his late lunch. The lunch was still hot, and the fat cook was a After helping him to heat up, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was able to eat hot meals, was already very satisfied. Lu Renyi took the logistics team to clean up the mess before D2. The three sons were counting the remaining ammunition on the battle group. Yang Keer carried her lunch box. Screaming at the distance...····