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The middle-aged Xiaojing shouted, turned around and ran, he came out, this in front of him is the kind of evolutionary who turned the gathering place upside down before, he knows a little more than others, it is this point that makes him feel the crisis, this guy must be invulnerable.

Wan Qiang's body had never been shot by a bullet, and suddenly, the stinging and burning pain on his body made him panic, he only knew that he had been shot, it hurt, since the mutation, the dulled skin has not hurt so much, he rolled on the ground, imagining his future destination.

The bullets continued to shoot, all kinds of knives, guns and sticks hit him in the head, 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 about to die, and there was despair in grief and anger, he roared, and flicked his leg on the leg bone of a man, and the man screamed miserably, and flew out diagonally, with his head and feet under his head, and one leg folded in half in mid-air.

With the first one, there was a second, he kicked out all the men around him who killed the red eye, and slowly got up from the ground, the gunfire had long stopped, and the man with the big empty magazine held the rifle and stared at Wan Qiang stupidly.

Wan Qiang got up from the ground and was still a little dazed, he turned his head to look around, and lowered his chest again, his chest was densely dotted with blood flowers, as long as the place where he was hit by the bullet was the skin and flesh, it seemed to be serious, and it was mostly an extracutaneous injury.

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

Wan Qiang picked up a person's collar and lifted him high above the country's head, if Wan Qiang, who was holding a man with one hand, was reached by Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would have no doubt that it was a d, "Ha!! The man was thrown tens of meters away and fell to the ground and became a sack with broken flesh.

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, half of his head was missing, his place below the bridge of his nose was embedded in his chest, his eyes were full of horror, and he threw himself straight to the ground, unable to move.

The third man broke out when his fear was at its extreme, he grabbed the hot barrel, reversed the muzzle and smashed it between Wan Qiang's legs, Wan Qiang didn't squat down with his crotch like a normal man, he viciously slammed the man with blood-red eyes, the man took a step back, the rifle fell to the ground, stupid Wan Qiang.

Wan Qiang leaned down, scooped up the man casually, dragged one of the man's legs with his right hand, danced like a windmill, and threw it fiercely at the man who turned around and ran away.

The man dancing in mid-air shouted a high-pitched trill, crashing into his companion, and after the crunch of broken bones, the two men lay on the ground in strange shapes.

Wan Qiang gasped, his gray-red pupils scanned the surroundings, and there was no more 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 and turned around to chase the middle-aged Xiaojing to the place where the middle-aged Xiaojing had fled.

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

Wan Qiang, who walked on the street, was particularly eye-catching, gray-red with cold and indifferent pupils, a bald head that could reflect the sun, and a staggered muscle on his body, which attracted people's attention was the countless wounds the size of broad beans on his chest.

When Wan Qiang was walking on the street, the wounds on his chest were naturally closed, and when the wounds in his eyes shrank to the size of soybeans, Wan Qiang stopped, and then a thunderous roar came from his abdomen.

He stopped, the hunger burning in his stomach tormented him, the hunger burned his nerves, his consciousness was a little blurred, and the crowd standing on the street seemed to turn into roast chickens in his eyes, exuding a seductive color to him.

Wan Qiang was almost controlled by his subconscious hunger, stretched out his hand to grab a living person to eat, and then a little reason let his teeth bite his tongue, the salty taste and pain made him wake up, and found that the people around him were far away, he stood in the center of the street, his right hand lifted a man to his chest, the man stuck out his tongue, looked at him in horror, his face was flushed, and urine was dripping from his trouser legs.

Wan Qiang threw the man away casually, stepped up again, trotted a little, he didn't dare to stay in the crowd any longer, and after taking two steps, he came to three men with rifles on their backs and walked this way. Two people carried a plastic medicine box with a handle, and the box exuded a faint smell of food, and the other held two bottles of liquor in his hand.

From the direction behind the two of them, it can be seen that they are coming from the market at the entrance of the camp, maybe to help their power leaders, order and buy food, several people are talking and laughing, to Wan Qiang, who is staring at them, they put away their smiles, one person handed the food box to the other, unloaded the rifle and held it in his hand, vigilantly looking at Wan Qiang.

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

"Stop, stop, or you'll shoot・・・・・・・"

Wan Qiang ignored the warning, and continued to run over there, the noise of the rifle shooting continued to sound, in the rain of bullets, Wan Qiang protected his head and face, snatched the rifle from the man's hand from the front of the three people, and slapped him unconscious.

The two people around him secretly said that it was not good, and they wanted to hide to the side to open up the distance, Wan Qiang's goal was the box in their hands, how could they let them run away, the three big strides caught up with the two, and the giant palm was pinching the neck of the chicken, and gently pinched the neck of the two, and the two fainted.

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

"Pop ・・・・・・・" a wine bottle fell on the ground and shattered his bones, the rich aroma of wine spread to Wan Qiang's nose, he never drank he only felt a strange fragrance, saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth, three or two times, poured the food in the box into his mouth, and picked up another bottle from the ground intact, broke the bottleneck like a toothpick, and poured the wine into his mouth.

A bottle of wine in his lower abdomen, Wan Qiang shook his head, felt very refreshed, roared, and continued to march towards his goal, the three people on the ground were not even interested in taking one more look, he was measured, the three of them had nothing to do, he just wanted to grab food and eat, and didn't want to kill.

After Wan Qiang left, three more bare pigs on the street were snatched of rifle bullets, and the clothes on their bodies were also stripped off.