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Chapter 645

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    The middle-aged Xiaojing yelled, turned around and ran away, he could see that the one in front of him was the kind of evolutionary who turned the gathering place upside down before, he knew a little more than others, it was this little bit that made him feel  When it comes to crisis, this guy must be invulnerable.

    Wan Qiang himself had never been shot by a bullet. Suddenly, the stinging and scorching pain on his body made him panic. He only knew that he had been shot, and it hurt very much. After the mutation, his blunted skin had never been so painful.  Rolling on the ground, imagining his final destination.

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

    Thinking that he was going to die soon, and desperate amidst grief and indignation, he let out a loud growl, and threw his leg on a man's leg bone.  Half-empty anti-knuckle fold in half.

    With the first one, there will be the second, he kicked out all the red-eyed men around him, slowly got up from the ground, the gunshots stopped long ago, and the man with the empty magazine was holding the rifle stupidly.  Stared at Wan Qiang stupidly.

    Wan Qiang was still a little dazed when he got up from the ground. He turned his head to look around, and then looked down at his chest. The chest was densely dotted with blood. As long as the bullet hit the place, the flesh would be torn apart, which seemed serious.  , at most it was just a superficial injury.

    "Aww!!!" Wan Qiang became excited, he finally understood the strength of his body, full of confidence, became fearless, and rushed towards the men with guns, those men couldn't react, they couldn't accept it  , seeing Wan Qiang rushing over, felt extremely frightened, and wanted to run away, but their bodies were weak, and they couldn't control their legs.

    Wan Qiang picked up a man's collar and held him high above the country's head. If Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Wan Qiang holding a man with one hand, he would have no doubt that it was a d2, "Ha!!!" Man  He was thrown tens of meters far away, and fell to the ground and turned into a sack of broken flesh.

    He swung his right fist and slammed it on the top of the second man's head. The man was half short out of thin air, and half of his head was missing.  On the ground, unable to move.

    The third man exploded when his fear reached its peak. He grabbed the hot barrel, turned the muzzle upside down and hit Wan Qiang between his legs. Wan Qiang didn't squat down like a normal man clutching his crotch.  Did he look at the man with bloodshot eyes viciously? The man took a step back, dropped his rifle to the ground, and looked at Wan Qiang stupidly.

    Wan Qiang bent down, picked up the man casually, grabbed one of the man's legs with his right hand, danced like a windmill, and ruthlessly threw it at the last man who turned and ran away.

    The man dancing in mid-air yelled and trilled loudly, and bumped into his companion. After the crisp sound of bones breaking, the two of them lay on the ground in a strange figure.

    Panting heavily, Wan Qiang scanned the surroundings with his gray-red pupils. He was relieved when he could not see a single enemy. He picked up a few rifles from the ground, turned around and went back to the shack, asked someone to explain a few words, and put down the rifle  Turn around and chase after the place where the middle-aged Xiaojing escaped.

    The gathering place is not big, and the heads of several forces are familiar to most people. Wan Qiang knows the middle-aged Xiaojing, and he has never been in contact with him before. He doesn't know the lair of that person without a watch.

    Wan Qiang, who is walking on the street, is particularly eye-catching, with gray-red eyes with cold and indifferent pupils, a bald head that can reflect sunlight, and twisted muscles on his body. The most eye-catching thing is the numerous broad bean-sized wounds on his chest.

    When Wan Qiang was walking on the street, the wounds on his chest were closing up naturally. When he saw that the wounds had shrunk to the size of soybeans, Wan Qiang stopped, and then a thunderous rumble came from his abdomen.

    He stopped, the burning hunger in his stomach tormented him, the hunger burned his nerves, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, the crowd standing on the street, in his eyes, seemed to be roasted chickens, sending out to him  With a seductive color.

    Wan Qiang was almost controlled by his subconscious hunger. He stretched out his hand to grab a living person to eat. The last bit of rationality made his teeth bite on his tongue. The salty taste and pain woke him up, and he found a  Standing in the center of the street, he held a man in front of his chest with his right hand. The man stuck out his tongue and looked at him in horror, his face was flushed red, and urine was still dripping from his trousers.

    Wan Qiang threw the man away casually, picked up his steps again, and trotted a bit. He didn't dare to stay in the crowd any longer. After walking two steps, he saw three men with rifles on their backs walking towards this side.  Two people were carrying plastic medicine boxes with handles, which exuded a faint smell of food, and the other was holding two bottles of white wine.

    from the twoFrom the direction of the camp, it can be seen that they came from the market at the entrance of the camp, perhaps to help their leader, order and buy food, several people were talking and laughing, seeing Wan Qiang staring at them, they put away  With a smile, one handed the food box to the other, unloaded the rifle and held it in his hand, looking at Wan Qiang warily.

    Wan Qiang was full of confidence, he didn't care about other people's guns pointed at him, he walked straight to the three of them in a daze.

    "Stop what are you doing, stop, or you will shoot"

    Wan Qiang ignored the warning and continued to run over there. The noise of rifle shooting continued. In the rain of bullets, Wan Qiang covered his head and face, and snatched the rifle from the man in front of the three people.  Fan him out.

    The two people around him had a secret way, and wanted to hide aside to distance themselves. Wan Qiang¡¯s goal was the box in their hands, how could they be allowed to escape, San San strode to catch up with the two, and his giant palm moved like pinching the neck of a chicken.  , gently pinched the necks of the two of them, and they passed out.

    Wan Qiang grabbed the food box before it fell to the ground, opened the box, and poured it into his mouth regardless of what was inside.

    "Pa" A wine bottle fell to the ground and was smashed into pieces. The strong aroma of the wine spread into Wan Qiang's nose. He, who never drank, only felt the smell of the smell, and the saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth.  Twice, he poured the food in the box into his mouth, picked up another intact bottle from the ground, broke off the neck of the bottle like a toothpick, and poured the wine into his mouth with his head raised.

    With a bottle of wine in his stomach, Wan Qiang shook his head, feeling very refreshed, roared, and continued to move towards his goal. The three people on the ground were not even interested in taking a second look.  There is nothing wrong with people, he just wants to grab food, not kill people.

    After Wan Qiang left, three more bare pigs on the street were snatched up, their rifle bullets were stripped off, and their clothes were also stripped off.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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