(Being someone else said that it is 2K party, today's last one I sent 3K, these days, the excessive plot is a bit stuffy, huh, huh, forgive me)

The women in the last days are miserable. They are constantly avoiding zombies and hunger. They also face men who vent their animal desires under the pressure of the last days. Zhang Xiaoqiang has found many women, most of whom have been numb by men. Sometimes they don't even know what it means to live.

The women in front of them are not empty and numb. They are afraid. They try to wrap up the naked places on their bodies and hide themselves behind their own opposite **** companions. When they see the combatants carrying the guns, they are unscrupulously looking. When they were holding them, they were trembling with fear.

These clothes, the man with yellow skinny and thin skin, came to Zhang Xiaoqiang’s body and were pointed by countless guns. These men are like the torrents of rainstorms. They don’t dare to do anything except to shrink their heads. Waiting for this person to decide their fate. .

Zhang Xiaoqiang hasn't spoken yet. Wang Le behind him is the first to open his mouth. He looks at the slim-faced bald man who is nearly 50 years old.

"Haha... Isn't this the director of the horse? Hey! How did your big belly, which is called 43 yards, disappear?"

The director of the horse did not know that the long hair was the same. The clothes on his body were obviously out of shape. The upper body jacket and the lower body pants were obviously a lot bigger. Others used a belt to tie the waist. He did not know where to look. A faded nylon cord is attached to the trousers on the waist, but the waist is too large, and a large section of the waist is hung down. The white substrate on the inside of the waistband is dyed black with a layer of black oil.

Director Ma looked at his eyes for a long time. Wang Le before the end of the world was careful and cautious. He had a family and a child. For his own rice bowl, he pretended to be a grandson in front of him. He lost everything he could lose in the last days, but he By the technique in hand, the living still moisturizes than those who eat chicken feed.

After he met Zhang Xiaoqiang, he came to work. With the merits of the wind report, he was promoted by Zhang Xiaoqiang as the small factory manager of the repair shop. By Zhang Xiaoqiang’s value, he lived better than the last days. He had a little After the authority, there is confidence. Now that he is in high spirits, it is difficult for a familiar person to associate him with the humble little person in the past.

"Happy music... is you happy?" Director Ma finally remembered. He shouted Wang Le’s nickname in the workshop. At that time, he personally took Wang Le’s music. His name has music characters and others. They all told him to have fun, but his name was no one to remember. Now Director Ma naturally called his nickname.

"No, no, no, no, I don't want to be happy. I used to be no, I won't call it later. My name is Wang Le, the director of the hot spring base machinery factory, Wang Le, you remember it for me. ············”

Hearing the director Ma called him nickname, Wang Le did not do it. He now said that he is the top ten person in the figure of more than 700. How could he be called the nickname of the person who saw him before the end of the world?

On the head of the head of the slicker, Director Ma’s sweat immediately oozes out. He does not rely on a pure sneak pat on the director’s position. He has a very good set of people, all of whom are old foxes.

Wang Le is dressed differently than the ones who are pressing him. Others are wearing a yellow military uniform. They are not wearing an M1 helmet on their heads. Wang Le is fully armed. His body is dark gray stab-resistant clothing. The police wearing a bullet-proof vest with the words "Special Police" on the head is a polymer-polymerized helmet with a skin and a badge. The rifle on the waist is filled with a 92-type pistol. It is a five-six-type submachine gun, but Wang Le is carrying a strange sniper.

All of this makes Director Ma know that Wang Le is not simple.

"Wang··· Wang Director···haha, welcome the director of the factory to come to inspect the work················

Director Ma was in a hurry and took out the set that had previously been greeted by the superior. Wang Le was battered by the head of the king’s factory, but his brain was still not mixed, interrupting Director Ma’s Flattering, introduced the situation to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

In front of this horse director is the former workshop director of Wang Le. At that time, he was a super fat man. Obviously he did not live well after the end of the world. Other men Wang Le is not very familiar. His previous circle was not big. Very low-key, naturally will not know a lot of people, can be seen from the perspective of the technical master of his workshop, there are more than 30 men and men are workers in the workshop, they can not fool him with the tiger's mouth and the old man on the finger.

The dozen or so women, he knows a few, they are all clerk in the office. Generally, they must pass their punishments when they are deducted from wages. Other women should be similar to them. Instead, a woman in her forties will let Wang Le. Impressed, every time I eat in the cafeteria, the woman who gave him the pork belly is half less than others. When I think of it, Wang Le is angry with the roots. After so many years, he has to eat less meat than others.

After Wang Le’s remarks, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that Wang Le’s luck was not bad. During that time, the task in the factory was tight, and people had to arrange night shifts. They didn’t have night shifts here. Everyone was reluctant to go to night shifts, so the workshop director Ma The director will let those who are usually honest and do not dare to stab to work night shifts.

Wang Le was chosen by the first time because of his honesty for decades. Although Wang Le’s technique is good and solid, he is used to bullying. The fund-raising room in the factory has no part of him. He wants every day. Riding a two-hour bicycle back home in the outer suburbs, just as he rode halfway, the virus broke out.

I don’t know if it’s a bad luck or a lucky Wang Le, Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at these horrified factory employees.

"All are optimistic, this is our head. You don't know who he is now. You only need to know that there are nearly a thousand hands under our heads, and there is no shortage of machine guns. The monsters that scare you out are killed by our heads. Tens of thousands, we have a rule in our heads, we will live obediently, we will not obey, we will die...···········

There was an opportunity for his former colleague to show his face. Wang Le began to fox and scream. Zhang Xiaoqiang heard that he was too lazy to take care of him. He took a few people to go to other warehouses. The director of the horse was a glance, and he saw his head leave, even him. The companions don't care, just follow them.

Zhang Xiaoqiang did not speak, the team did not stop him, so let him follow, Wang Le saw and wanted to follow, can see the remaining eight high-altitude machine guns in the warehouse, he stayed again, he is always a job first People.

The efficiency of this factory is very good, so the materials in the warehouse are also very abundant. Looking at the steel cables in the warehouse, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not very flustered about these things. He does not make machinery. What is the use of these things?

The unhappiness on Zhang Xiaoqiang’s face was seen by Director Ma. He tried to get close to Zhang Xiaoqiang in the first few steps. The bullets of several black holes pointed at his head. The bald head of Ma’s hair, who had no hair, began to sweat again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glared at him and waved his hand. The players removed the muzzle from his head. The director Ma endured the urgency of being shot at him, and leaned over again to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Is this big head collar disappointed to see these things?" Director Ma approached and offered to please him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned and looked at the director of the horse who was low and four down. He nodded. These things were used by the base. They were dispensable things. There were not many, and it was a lot less. Today’s harvest is very good. Nine 14.5mm high-altitude machine guns, plus a few well-equipped machine shops, more than 30 men who know the mechanics, the base machinery factory can be said to have turned a few steps.

Can look at the rows of these materials in the warehouse, Zhang Xiaoqiang some tasteless, abandon the pity.

"Head collar, I know that there are good things, clothes, food, cooking oil, and all have...·············

This is an independent small building ~lightnovelpub.net~ Xiaolou and Zhang Xiaoqiang have seen the products of an era. On the gate of the small building is a brand of black letters on the bottom of the copper, "XXX Cable Machine Factory The trade union, the door of the trade union was locked, watching the ash in front of the door, it seems that there has been no such thing for a long time.

On the side of the small building, there is a lane leading to the back of the small building. There are several small warehouse-like buildings behind the small building. Zhang Xiaoqiang started to walk behind, and said the director of the horse.

The benefits in the factory are good, the welfare of the workers is good. Usually, there will be some small welfare in the toilet water, shampoo and toothpaste towel. It will be even worse when the festival is over. The rice cooking oil is the foundation, what wine and fruit? There are also fine-packed Yamagata wax goods, biscuit candy, peanut seeds and the like. These are ordinary workers. If the cadre leadership is even more unsavory, famous cigarettes and wines are moved to the house in a box. The dry goods are the most They are all 16 dried abalones, and the shark's fins are not to be said.

Zhang Xiaoqiang listened to the splendid horse director said, while slowly moving forward, he has found that there is something wrong here, lying in some corners of some dead zombie bodies, there are no traces of animal bites on the body, then there is only one Possibility, these zombies were dragged there after being killed.

Thinking of the living people here, Zhang Xiaoqiang gave a look to the players on the side. The four players brushed the bolts together. The action of the players pulling the bolts made the director Ma nervous again until he found that there was no alignment. It was himself that he did not scare the urine out.

Zhang Xiaoqiang found more traces. On the road under his feet, because there was no cleaning for a long time, there was already dust. There were traces of footprints on the top, and the footprints were not big. It didn’t look like a man’s big foot. The footprints are particularly shallow and can't be seen, in stark contrast to the other footprints on the sides.