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The middle-aged Xiaojing's power can be regarded as between the second and third rate in the gathering place, with more than a dozen rifles and hundreds of personnel, and it is precisely because he can only touch the tail of the second rate that he will feel sorry for the reward paid to Jona, and he who fled back alone is distressed by half of his men and guns thrown outside.

Don't dare to be careless, Wan Qiang didn't chase after him at the first time, he is a good thing, he issued an order loudly, let people open the grain depot, pour gasoline on all the grain, and take out the food stamps on his body, and make a decision on the spot, as long as he can kill the enemy, he will send a lot of them, and everyone has a share.

The huge reward aroused the morale of their subordinates, they didn't know who it was, no matter who it was, as long as it was a person, they were not afraid, all kinds of arrangements were perfect, and their subordinates exerted their great strength to prepare all kinds of means quickly.

When everything was just arranged, Wan Qiang appeared, he didn't go to the main gate, he stepped and accelerated towards the wall, the wall burst open, and the brick wall spread to the west, and in the first time, Wan Qiang was blocked by the flying dust, and he rushed forward four or five steps with his head covered.

I didn't open my eyes, I heard a glass crisp sound under my feet, and I stepped into the air, and in the collision of broken glass, he planted himself in the middle of a trap, and at the moment of falling, Wan Qiang's heart was not good, his whole body was tense, and his muscles and skin hit sharp objects.

"Okay, give it to me, bury him alive・・・・・・・"

The middle-aged Xiaojing let out a loud shout, and his subordinates in ambush rushed forward with sacks full of sand and soil, throwing the sacks into a large empty pit.

The pit is up to four meters deep, arranged in a ring, covered with large glass, poured with floating soil, as long as there is a heavy object stepping on it, the glass is broken, and whatever is above will fall into the pit.

This trap was not improvised, it was dug as part of the defense, Wan Qiang was unlucky, he bumped into it, and threw hemp bags on Wan Qiang's head and body. Wan Qiang couldn't see anything, and the dense sacks blocked the light and obscured his vision.

Wan Qiang couldn't suppress the panic in his heart, he was just a small person before the mutation, and a small person's emotions changed too quickly, one moment he was dependent and fearless, and the next moment it became panic, because his attachment could no longer be a source of his confidence.

Whether it was howling out of fear or howling out of anger, it was almost the same as falling into the ears of the middle-aged Xiaojing, he was not proud, burying Wan Qiang alive was just a conjecture on his part, and he didn't really do it.

Bags of sacks gradually piled up into a hill, seeing that Wan Qiang would be pressed under forever and could not turn over, the middle-aged Xiaojing gasped lightly, it seemed that the situation was better than he imagined.

Suddenly changed, the mountain-like sack slowly bulged, and the raised hill was like a thunderbolt in everyone's hearts, what kind of monster was suppressed below?

"What? Waiting for him to climb up on his own? ”

The middle-aged Xiaojing's big drink woke everyone up, they ignored their tiredness, and threw the big bags of sacks on it like crazy, the higher the sacks were stacked, the higher the sacks were piled up on the ground as fast as two meters, and the bulge appeared repeatedly, the only thing worth gratifying was that the frequency of occurrence became less and less, and the amplitude of the bulge became lower and lower.

Someone climbed the sack mountain, caught the sack below, and stacked it like a grain stack, and the men standing on it felt deeply, and the sack under them suppressed a prehistoric beast, and every time it was raised, its body was unstable, making them feel a kind of extreme fear.

They work hard, no one is slippery, no one dares to be lazy, they will pile up sacks, at this time, a lot of physical exertion, so that their hands and feet are weak and sweaty.

One minute...

2 minutes...

5 minutes...

The sack beneath him didn't tremble at all, and the men standing on the sack couldn't help but cheer, they thought they had won, and the prehistoric monster had been suppressed.

The cheers were too early, the trap was in a ring, that is, the sacks could not fill all the trenches, and at the edge, a dull roar faintly came out, and the whole sack mountain shook, like an earthquake, and several sacks flew into the air, spilling the sand and dirt in the sky, and fluttering in the wind.

The scattered sand formed a dust mist, covering the entire sack mountain and half of the trench, the people inside could not see the outside, the people outside did not see the inside, a miserable scream came from the dust mist, the body that was broken in half flew out of the dust and fog and fell far away, and the corpse flying in the air pulled a long chain of blood, dyeing a blood rain that poured dust in the air.

"Retreat ...

The middle-aged Xiaojing stood on the platform in front of his main building and shouted loudly, this time he didn't escape, the means he prepared had not officially begun, the gathering place was so big, he didn't know where to go, there was no escape, he could only fight. Fight Wan Qiang here, whether Wan Qiang will fall first, or he will be killed.

There are not many people who escaped, only half of the previous ones, and this half is still their luck, in the dust and sand, they are gone, and Wan Qiang is also gone, as long as they don't directly hit Wan Qiang's broad chest, they will not be torn apart in the first time.

The diffuse sand and dust rolled up, and a huge figure rushed out of the dust and mist, Wan Qiang couldn't feel the feeling of the dust and sand hitting his eyelids, and opened his gray-red eyes to scan.

The skin that had previously healed in his chest was drilled out of holes one by one, some of the holes were drilled into a piece, the skin and flesh were rotten, the bright red muscle fibers were exposed, and they were stained with sand and dust, Wan Qiang didn't care that the wound on his chest that was scraped by steel bars was stained with sand, he rushed forward a few steps, took a trot that could outperform others' wild running, and grabbed a man who was left behind.

With a loud roar, he grabbed the man's neck and dragged his head down, and the blood fountain sprayed on Wan Qiang's chest, washing down the mud and sand on his body, Wan Qiang was so bloody that his gray-red pupils became black and red.

Tearing open the chest of the corpse casually, digging out the beating heart, pouring blood on the wound, using blood to clean the wound, looking at the heart in his hand, Wan Qiang felt a strong sense of hunger, his right hand that grasped the heart trembled, raised it to his mouth, and slowly opened his big mouth, wanting to swallow it in one gulp.

"Da da da..." A short shot, three bullets hit Wan Qiang's forehead, Wan Qiang's head was raised high, his eyes left his heart, his reason returned, and he broke out in a cold sweat, he almost ate the heart of the same kind raw.

Wan Qiang slammed his heart at his feet, stomped down, stared at the middle-aged Xiaojing who was standing on the platform staring at him, didn't care about the other escaping miscellaneous fish, and strode straight to the platform, he wanted to crush this guy into minced meat.