"Bah ·" spits a mouthful of phlegm on his bald face. Middle aged Xiaojing leaves his baldness and turns to look at his men who have finished the search. They have been tired for a long time. Violent demolition and search make them tired like dogs. They are waiting for middle-aged Xiaojing to say something and secretly pray for him to stop.
"What are you looking at... Can't you go to the next one?"
Hearing the middle-aged Xiaoqiang's big drink, the men forced their spirits and headed for the next shack area. When they got there, the men hesitated. This shack was not as scattered and disordered as before. The East and the West were all in a row, the vertical was line, the materials were patched together like other places, and the shapes were different, It looks relatively neat.
That's all right. The biggest difference between here and other places is that the people inside are not in the same disorder as those in other places. They hide in the door and lie down in the crack of the door. More than 100 men are standing in the shed area with various kinds of simple weapons, watching these people with bad intentions with vigilance.
Middle aged Xiaojing's face became more serious. The people in front of him were different from those just now. They were united and seemed to have no lack of courage to defend their homeland. He looked at the man in front of him carefully. His face was uncertain. After a long time, he laughed, and the man in front of him was bluffing.
Although he was holding a weapon in his hand, his posture was wrong. If he didn't wave it and hit others, he must have been hit first. The men pretended not to be afraid. The sweat on their forehead betrayed the tension in their hearts, and they were not stable on the ground. Their legs were shaking slightly with their bodies.
"Mob, give me a rush"
At the command of middle-aged Xiaojing, his men shout and rush forward. What middle-aged Xiaojing says is right. These men are all mobs. When they see the murderers rushing, what they think of first is not to meet them, but to turn around and run. During the running, all kinds of sticks and iron pieces are thrown all over the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged Xiaojing's men rushed into the shack and into the scattered crowd. They waved their weapons and knocked down the panic stricken people one by one. There was a scream. When they heard the scream, the men gave a joyful shout. They all vented their hardships to these guys who didn't know how to praise.
The hut was in a mess. It was no longer the same as before. The screams of women and children started to ring. Many women rushed out and wanted to pounce on the man who fell on the ground,
A wisp of smile is hanging on middle-aged Xiaojing's lips. He also needs to vent his anger. Bullying others is the best way to vent his anger. When he meets those women who burst out, Middle aged Xiaojing is disgusted for a while. As soon as he's about to start, no matter what men or women teach him, several men in front of him suddenly fly back.
These people didn't know what hit them. They flew six or seven meters high, drew a big arc in the air, fell back, and fell to the ground. These people screamed in the air, fell to the ground, but stopped. They rolled on the ground like a rolling gourd. During the rolling, their bodies became soft, and the sound of broken bones was like baking popcorn.
When they stopped, no one could play. Their heads were tilted, and the red blood flowed down from the corners of their mouths. Their bodies were soft, and they made all kinds of strange gestures.
"Hiss ······" middle aged Xiaojing takes a cool breath and can beat people so far. It's not what ordinary people can do. It's either an evolutionist or an expert at home.
Another three or five people flew into the air in a loud scream. One of them vomited blood in the air and fell from the air like a shower of blood.
At this time, his subordinates could not bear it any more. They turned around and ran away, shedding wailing men and crying women. When they stood behind middle-aged Xiaojing, he saw a different man appear in the opposite.
The man is very tall and stands out in the crowd. The height of an ordinary man is only up to his chest. His two or more heights remind middle-aged Xiaojing of his previous nightmares and make the D2 zombie who is gathering to blow up the bridge ruthlessly. This tall man is as bald as the D2 zombie.
The muscles are twisted and the tendons are twisted. During walking, the twisted tendons are hidden like Dove blood tattoos, forming a horror relief and then disappearing.
Where is a person? This is D2 with open eyes. A man's eyes are open. There is no ordinary dark brown pupil in his eyes. It is a kind of grayish red. Grayish red does not have the violent feeling of Yin red, but it is a kind of madness and indifference.
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