Seeing the pile of ammunition in front, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but yell at it. Isn't that a bullet that he brought out? Zhang Xiaoqiang took the ammunition as soon as he went out. Now that the zombies are gathering, he is ready to fight a tens of thousands to tens of thousands of zombies to stop the battle. The ammunition is naturally many, and his bullets are captured by others and shot on himself. Zhang Xiaoqiang How not to be angry?

The men were constantly pushed over the empty magazines to give the busy hands a mess, but no one looked up and watched around, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity, turned back to the place where the previous killings picked up some empty magazines, and then like No one is carrying the empty magazine and walking slowly to whom.

Several people looked up and looked at it. Zhang Xiaoqiang’s face was covered with blood and it was not very clear. Plus, he put a sack of empty clips in his hand to attract these people’s attention. They did not see Zhang Xiaoqiang’s wrong place. .

"哗啦··········" dozens of empty clips fell on the ground to spread the boss, seeing so many empty magazines, a few people squatting down, they are under their knees At the same time, under the light, a ratcheting mouse blade flashed in the air, four people flew up, and four blood fountains sprayed from their broken neck.

Other people buried in bullets suddenly found that their face and head were drenched with hot liquid, and the clips and bullets in their hands changed from the previous black and yellow to red. Then they found themselves holding the clips. The hands painted black with butter dust were also covered in a slightly hot red, and when they looked up, the corners of the eyes flashed bright yellow, and they fell into a permanent darkness.

More than a dozen heads are rolling in the pool of blood, dozens of headless bodies without heads are sitting or fluttering, fountain-like blood is constantly spraying from the blood vessels at the neck break, holding a rifle Zhang Xiaoqiang of the Rat King's Blade stood in a dozen bodies and looked at these bodies and rolling heads indifferently. His whole body was covered with hot and humid blood from head to toe, except for the rat's edge that was always dusty. The rifles on the back are painted red.

More than a dozen blood fountains were sprayed at the same time. There was no dead angle. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn’t hide. He said that he could not hide if he wanted to kill. When he was covered with blood, even the air sucked into the lungs contained a finer blood fog. There is no feeling of nausea in his heart. I know that the **** taste of this place will not be accepted by anyone, but Zhang Xiaoqiang does not feel any discomfort.

Seeing the body and head of the foot, smelling the strong **** smell in the air, he was surprised to find that the feeling of being covered with blood made him have a kind of enjoyment, knowing that he was just a otaku before the end of the world. A otaku who is not psychologically dark, even if it is practiced in the last days, it is not uncomfortable at all. It is absolutely impossible to enjoy.

"Do I have the potential of perverted killer? For shrimp like blood? Do I really start metamorphosis?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little uncomfortable in his heart, a little impatient footsteps sounded on the stairs, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to think, The body speeded up in an instant, stepping on the back of a body that fell to the ground and went up to the second floor.

A man carrying an empty magazine just turned out, a man with a red body rushed to his eyes, and a strong **** smell came from the man's wind and slammed into his nose, smelling this stinking The smell of blood, even his peeling of the human skin, the dinosaurs who used to seduce the human bones all want to vomit, and the stomach swells, and a salty smell rushes to the eyes of the scorpion.

A weapon like a sickle was nailed to his throat with the back of the sickle. A huge force was uploaded from the thing. He was pushed by the thing to the wall behind him, and the rising things fell back into the stomach. The tongue came out involuntarily, and the two eyes turned up and down. The plastic band holding the empty clip was released and slammed on the floor, and several empty clips slipped out of the bag and rolled off. far.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently to see this chubby guy. From his ruddy complexion, he had a good life in the last days, better than his men who ate rice, and could eat in the last days. So white, what to eat? Still asking?

The man's eyes were white-eyed by the knife's back, and the tongue slowly extended. The two hands clasped Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand with the knife and tried to push away from his neck.

Zhang Xiaoqiang watched as he slowly turned into a purple-red face. The mouse king's blade on his hand slowly tried to force the man to be strangled. Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly relaxed and waited until he seemed to have a breath. At that time, the Rat's Blade in the hand will slowly work hard. After a few minutes, Zhang Xiaoqiang is tired of the game. He saw it slightly on the side of his neck. The saw was very careful. He was afraid that the saw would be too deep to cut off his throat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took back the Rat King's Blade and stood on the side watching the man squatting on the floor and gasping with his neck. As he gasped, a lingering "squeaky" sound was interspersed in his breath. A very fine blood arrow spurted on the artery at his hand~lightnovelpub.net~ When the person found something wrong, the blood had already filled his hands.

He was horrified to cover the wound on his arteries, but how can the wound on the artery be covered? The blood arrow squirted into the palm of his hand and turned into a **** water. The dripping of the chest completely infiltrated his chest. He wanted to yell loudly, but the voice of the scorpion could only make a "giggle" sound.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the cannibal who waited for his blood to die and died. He crossed the stairs and went to the second floor.

"Really someone came in, why don't you say it early, fast...you...you and you are going to search for me below, let the people below don't get bullets, go to search together·· ···”

"Grandpa, I saw that the guy had a dozen shots. Even at that distance, even the bulletproof vests couldn't stop. I thought it was dying. I know that the gunshots on the first floor have stopped. He is a master, I am afraid. The following brothers are finished, or bring more people to go...········

"Those who are scattered in the house may have been made by him. There are still a dozen or so bullets on it. Even if you can't clean it up at once, I don't believe that the person is better than you. You bring them three people. Going down and seeing, I want to catch the living, I want him to watch him being eaten slowly...·········

Hearing the dialogue upstairs, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not rush to rush. He inserted the Rat King's Blade back into the scabbard and pulled out the two grenades in the bag and pulled it into the corridor on the second floor.

In the glimpse of Zhang Hongqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw four or five men standing in the corridor. Then he relied on the horn to remove the rifle and pulled the bolt. The two bangs of the "bang" exploded and combined with a loud bang. The wall ash and flesh and blood spurted out from the entrance of the corridor and fell downstairs. The corridor on the second floor was filled with a smell of smoke.