Zhang Xiaoqiang gasped back a few steps and turned to look at the guy who was stunned by him. The man also gasped, his brow fractured, and the blood drowned his eyes under his forehead, through the red He knew that the three people only lived one of him. He looked up and saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's indifferent cold eyes, and there was a desperate killing in those eyes.

The fear more fierce than the frenzy hit his heart, the fear was superimposed, the fear after the superposition was mixed into madness, and a spinning dagger was held in his hand by him. He slammed on the ground and gasped, waiting for something. .

Zhang Xiaoqiang walked slowly toward him, and the heavy footsteps on the floor creaked, and the squeaking sound was like a screaming smile in his heart, near, closer, just in Zhang Xiaoqiang’s The moment when his feet stopped at his eyes, he felt like a roar of a beast, and he waved his dagger and went to Zhang Xiaoqiang's lower abdomen.

Zhang Xiaoqiang jerked his left ankle and squatted on the right hand of his dagger. The man’s right hand and the dagger in his hand slammed onto the floor. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh A tragic man’s name, the left hand clasped Zhang Xiaoqiang’s sole and pulled it up hard, trying to remove Zhang Xiaoqiang’s military shoes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the incompetent struggle of the man under his feet, and his right foot slowly increased. The soles were pressed **** the back of his hand holding the knife. In the scream of the man, the crack of the phalanx was like a piece of light. The little firecracker blew on his sole.

When his soles were removed, the man’s right hand was blurred, like a twist in a frying pan. The man’s right hand with a disappointing disappointment seemed to believe that his right hand had become this one. Ghost-like, his time of horror is not long. A military shoe with a steel plate is kicked on his temple. The man is like a fish that has been hit by electric shock. He fell to the ground and twitched weakly. The sound.

"Hu······" Zhang Xiaoqiang's legs fell softly on the floor covered with bullets, and he ran a rifle. He took a bullet-clip on the body around him and pulled it on the body. The shots pointed to the guys who were struggling with the **** mooring of his thighs on the floor.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rested for a few minutes, treated the wounds on his body with hemostatic powder, and stood up against the bullet-scarred wall. The fire outside made the suffocating high temperature in the small building diffuse in the air. The splashed blood is evaporated in the high-temperature heat flow to form a black **** blood. The **** blood forms a thick shell on the surface of his body. As his body moves, the blood on the clothes rubs against each other. 'Shasha' sounded.

The **** dryness of the body makes Zhang Xiaoqiang very uncomfortable. There is always a feeling of being restrained. Although the blood is exhausted, the blood is more and more intense, and the **** suffocation makes Zhang Xiaoqiang’s stomach tumbling. He drags the injured thigh. Walk on the floor mixed with blood and shells, and look at the faces or surprised or stunned bodies.

In addition to being shot dead by Zhang Xiaoqiang, the other beasts died too fast, so that they did not find that they had broken their anger. These people did not have the shackles of the cross, but Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that these people died too cheaply. He is not enough to eat people, and to die again.

The rat-rat blade embedded in the wall was taken back, the saber inserted in the throat of the dead was taken back, and the color-smoothed rifle, which was stained with black blood, was picked up. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a weapon and looked at the roof with a tired look. The stairs are smiling.

After being forced by the sniper to the small building, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt like he was playing a game of customs clearance. Now he has reached the last level, but he has already been scarred. He is tired and has no small blood bottle to recover his energy and hurt. .

I thought that I have only seen some tortured and unconscious women until now. The children have not seen one. He straightened up and walked up to the roof. Some things had to be done, hurting. Tiredness is not a reason, because he is a man, nothing more.

There was no expected rain on the roof of the rooftop. After he went up to the rooftop, he found only two men except the crying child. The sniper who also dragged a broken leg, one with a pistol, a Mediterranean hairstyle The middle-aged man, behind the man, has a long, glamorous woman. From time to time, the woman looks at the figure of the battle team who is flashing in the fire. The body is slightly shaking.

The looks of middle-aged men are indeed unspeakable. The big belly that most people in the last days have disappeared stand on his face. The eyes of two mung beans on the face flashed a line of fear and haze from time to time. The mung bean is now a The huge rosacea, these strange organs and two fan ears, this man is really long, how much chills and chills.

The man saw Zhang Jianqiang with a layer of blood in his body and walked up with a rifle. The face was cloudy and uncertain. When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang looking at him, his face squeezed an ugly smile. The clear scorpion is ready to speak.

"哒哒哒·········" Zhang Xiaoqiang's rifle gun flame lit up on the roof, standing on the sniper beside the middle-aged man, there were a dozen **** flowers, no one would think of Zhang Xiaoqiang At this point, he fired at the dozens of children in front of them, and the sniper did not expect that he was surprised to see the gunshots on his body fell to the ground.

The sniper's body was constantly twitching on the concrete floor~lightnovelpub.net~ The blood quickly rushed out into a small **** river and slowly extended along the feet of the children to Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. The children were Crying, the woman next to the middle-aged man was afraid, and the thing that was holding the round in her hand was almost flying by her.

The middle-aged man did not go to see the dead sniper. From the beginning to the end he only looked at one person, Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The middle-aged man with a wretched look in the Mediterranean hairstyle is the white-breasted, the big boss of the real estate company in the province of HB. He has been used to various characters in the past few decades. He slowly and himself from a small staff member. The billions, the big man who is famous on one side, is not a lot of risk, but this time, he is a little scared. All the previous dangers are not as dangerous as Zhang Xiaoqiang.

From the moment Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped onto the platform, the look on the face of this **** man had not changed. Although he had a gun in his hand, there was a human being in front of him, and there were companions around him, but he could not feel any sense of security. As if standing in front of him is not a living person like him, but a beast, a dangerous beast.

Is a white man a very capable person, insidious? In his eyes, there are jokes. What a person really wants to do is that sinister blackmail and sorrow are just trails. The real road is only one way, humanity.

His ability is to look at people. At the first sight of a person, he can guess the person's approximate personality. With an initial impression, he knows how to contact others and leave a good impression on others. Then he slowly explored the habits and hobbies of the man, and then voted for it. In this way, he, white, a faceless, a guy who is not outstanding in the eyes of others With his slick tongue and tongue step by step, he has a wide network of contacts and relies on a variety of intricate relationships to lead one step at a time.