The middle-aged Xiaojing screamed and turned and ran. He saw it. This is the evolutionary person who used to gather in the sky. He knows a little more than others. It is this point that makes him feel In the crisis, this guy must be invulnerable.

Wanqiang himself was not shot by bullets. Suddenly, the stinging and burning on his body made him panic. He only knew that he was shot and hurt. After the mutation, the passivated skin has not hurt so much. He is Rolling on the ground, imagine your final destination.

The bullets were still shooting, and all kinds of knives and sticks hit him with a slap in the face. He didn't know what was the normal reaction after being shot. He only knew that he was going to die and would soon die.

I thought that I would die soon, and there was despair in anger and anger. He snorted and slammed his legs on a man’s leg bones. The man screamed and flew out, his head and feet, one leg The half-air anti-joint is folded in half.

With the first one, there was a second one. He surrounded all the red-eyed men around him and slowly got out of the ground. The gunshots had already stopped. The man with the big clips held the rifle silly. Stupidly screaming for strength.

Wanqiang got up from the ground and was a bit stunned. He turned his head and looked around, and looked down at his chest. The chest was densely dotted with blood flowers. As long as the bullets were hit, the skin was fleshy and bloody. It looked serious. At most, it is only an extracutaneous injury.

"嗷!!!" Strongly excited, he finally understood that his body is strong, his confidence is full, he is fearless, and he rushes to the men with guns. The men can’t react, they can’t accept it. With a strong rush, I felt extremely frightened. I wanted to escape and my body was soft. They couldn’t control their legs.

Wan Qiang picked up a man's collar and raised him to the top of the country. He held the man's strong hand with one hand. If Zhang Xiaoqiang saw it, he would have no doubt that it was a D2, "Ha!!!" man Far away from the distance of dozens of meters, fell to the ground into a broken leather sack.

Waving his right fist and kneeling on the head of the second man, the man was short and half empty, without a half of his head, his place below the bridge of the nose was embedded in his chest, his eyes were horrified, and he fluttered straight. On the ground, you can't move.

The third man broke out when the fear reached the extreme. He grabbed the hot barrel and reversed his muzzle between the strong legs. Wanqiang did not squat under his pants like a normal man. He looked at the **** man with a bad look. The man stepped back and the rifle fell to the ground, stupidly watching Wanqiang.

Wan Qian leaned down and picked up the man, and his right hand glared at the man's leg, danced to the windmill, and threw it at the last man who turned and fled.

The man who danced in the air yelled at the high vibrato and slammed into his companion. After the bones broke, the two men lay on the ground in a weird figure.

Wanqiang gasped, the gray-red pupil swept around, and then could not see an enemy, he was relieved, picked up a few rifles from the ground, turned back to the shack area, found someone to explain a few words, put down the rifle Turning around and chasing away from the middle-aged scene.

The gathering place is not big, and the heads of several forces can be familiar to the head. The Wanqiang knows the middle-aged small scene. He has never touched it before. He does not know the old nest of the person without the watch.

The strong walking on the street is particularly eye-catching. The gray-red with the cold and indifferent pupils, the bald head that reflects the sun, and the muscles of the lychee on the body, the most eye-catching is the wound of countless broad beans in his chest.

When Wanqiang was walking on the street, the wounds in the chest were naturally closed. When the wounds were shrunk into the size of the soybeans, Wanqiang stopped, and then a thunderous bang came from the belly.

He stopped, and the same hunger in the stomach afflicted him. Hunger burned his nerves, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and the crowd standing on the street seemed to be a roast chicken in his eyes and was distributed to him. The color of temptation.

Wanqiang was almost controlled by his own hunger, reaching out to grab a living and eating, and finally his sensibility let his teeth bite on his tongue. The salty taste and pain made him wake up and find himself. The man was far away. He stood in the center of the street. He put a man on his chest in his right hand. The man stretched his tongue and looked at him in horror. His face was red and his urine was dripping in his legs.

Wanqiang threw the man away, stepped again, and took a little trot. He didn't dare to stay in the crowd. He took two steps. He saw three men carrying rifles coming here. Two people carrying a plastic medicine box with a handle, the inside of the box exudes a faint food scent, and the other holds two bottles of white wine.

From the direction behind the two people, we can see that they came from the market in the camp, perhaps to help their power leader ~lightnovelpub.net~ order to buy food, several people talked and laughed, saw Staring at their strong, they put up a smile, one person handed the food box to another person, took off the rifle and held it in his hand, watching the strong watch with vigilance.

Wanqiang is full of confidence, and does not care about the muzzle of others pointing at himself. He walks straight to the three.

"Stop, what do you do, stop, or shoot?·······"

Wanqiang ignored the warning and continued to run there. The noise of the rifle continued to sound. In the rain, Wanqiang protected his head and took the rifle in front of the three men. Fanned him.

The two people around him are not good. They want to hide and pull away. The goal of Wanqiang is the box in their hands. How can they let them run away? The three big steps are to catch up with two people. The giant palm is pinching the chicken neck. Gently pinch on the necks of the two men, the two fainted.

Before the food box fell on the ground, Wan Qiang grabbed it, opened the box, and no matter what was inside, opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth.

"啪·······" A bottle fell to the ground and shredded bones. The rich fragrance of the wine spread to the strong nose. He never felt the smell of the fragrance, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth. Two times, pour the food in the box into the mouth, and pick up another bottle from the ground. The toothpick is cut off like a toothpick, and the wine is poured into the mouth.

A bottle of wine in the lower abdomen, shaking his head with great strength, I felt very refreshed, screamed and continued to move toward his goal. The three people on the ground didn’t even have a glance at the interest. He was left with a sense of proportion. There is no such thing as a person. He only wants to eat and eat, and does not want to kill.

After Wanqiang’s departure, three light pig rifle bullets were robbed on the street, and the clothes on the body were also smashed. The bonfire murderers did not even abandon their underwear.