Yang Keer's stick is more powerful than the air wave blasted by the mortar, D2's head is like being stepped on by countless elephants, it keeps shaking its buzzing head, and even the half-cut beast horn cone inserted in the ears and eyes can't be noticed, with the continuous shaking of D2's head, Zhang Xiaoqiang is like a small sampan in a huge wave on D2's body undulating, "brushing" his body was dragged over D2's shoulders and hung on its chest, D2's chest was chiseled by countless machine gun bullets. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that there was no blackened blood on D2's wound, all the wounds were closed, and the bare muscles on the wound squeezed the wound tightly to form tightly sealed lines.

Zhang Xiaoqiang let go of the holster on the police belt with his right hand and touched his right waist, grabbed the beast horn cone with one hand and endured the shaking of his body, and raised the heavy silver desert eagle with the other hand to aim at D2's stinking face, "......Bang bang bang" The huge sound of the desert eagle shook his eardrums and his brain was buzzing, and the huge recoil made him no longer hold the beast horn cone and fell down.

"Plop" Zhang Xiaoqiang fell on a pit that was blown open by a cannonball, the soil under his body had been blown fluffy, he was not hurt, holding on to the still hot mud and sand, he stood up and looked up at D2 hanging in the air.

D2's large mouth and nose were badly damaged, and the silver pistol could only reach its side due to the bad angle, and even then, D2 was not more damaged than its ears and eyes were damaged.

D2 is very angry, it is also very afraid, one after another accidents make it afraid, it struggles violently in mid-air, the claws no longer compete with the steel shovel, it groped to the edge of the steel shovel, let out a roar of anger The whole body tensed the arm to exert force, the steel shovel was pushed out of a dead gap by its strange force, the forklift kept spewing black smoke to move closer to it, but with the explosive power of D2's arm, the body was constantly retreating.

"Bumper ......" Zhang Xiaoqiang changed the magazine, held the gun with both hands and aimed at D2's face and kept pulling the trigger, the recoil of the Desert Eagle continued to retort back, but he only had D2's ugly face in his eyes, Yang Keer climbed up from the roof of the car with a black face, she lost her face this time, the last time she played against D2, she was happily rushed up, D2 waved her hand and she threw herself on the street, and then D2 was killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's chrysanthemum, last time he was stunned by the flying rice bag without even facing the face, D2 was killed by Yuan Yi and Zhang Xiaoqiang, This time she finally had a chance, but this time D2 didn't even return her hand, and she almost hit the street again.

She stood up straight and stomped her feet and was about to pounce again, but there was a violent tremor under her feet, she pounced on the roof of the car again, D2 was hit by the bullets fired from below and the pain was unbearable A big explosion, it kicked the serrations of a forklift steel shovel, the body of the forklift immediately tilted, the wheels of one side of the forklift were suspended, and the other side was still turning forward, and finally the forklift fell to the ground and splashed the black mud and sand, D2 was also pulled to the ground by the force of the forklift. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity to quickly step forward three steps in a row, got up sideways, exerted force with his right leg, and kicked on the beast horn cone on D2's ear, and the eighty cm beast horn cone was kicked in a small half.

"Ahh......h He pulled out his third magazine and slipped it into the handle of his gun, waiting for his chance.

"Boom...... Boom...... "A crawler excavator with an orange body drove up, Wang Le's eyes were round and panting and sat in the cab to drive this way, as the excavator approached, the thick mechanical arm lifted up with the bucket, and then the bucket fell rapidly, and suddenly hoeed on the lower body of D2, the sawtooth of the bucket nailed D2 firmly to the ground, D2 did not hold his head anymore, it grabbed the steel bucket with both claws, and wanted to move it away from itself.

"Touching the ......" The silver pistol in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand sounded again, this time D2 has reached the end of its rope, it has no other way but to howl, the strength of the excavator is not comparable to that of a forklift, it has consumed a lot of energy before, and now it has a lingering taste, but it closed its big mouth, Zhang Xiaoqiang's bullet did not cause much damage except for knocking out a few of its front teeth.

"Ahhh......h

With the loud sound of the mace smashing on D2's head, the sharp horns of the beast horn cone poked out from behind D2's right ear, D2 let out a long wail, his body twitched violently, and the two large claws waved quickly in the air, and then fell to the ground softly and splashed a cloud of dust...... Zhang Xiaoqiang silently glanced at the d2 lying on the ground and no longer moved, inserted the desert eagle that had empty bullets back into the holster, turned around and walked towards the camp, although he experienced a fierce fight, but his steps were getting brisker and brisker, the military shoes stepped on the soft mud that was blown loose by the shells as if stepping on a thick cashmere carpet, he felt that his real body was going to float up, his mood was extremely relaxed, this was the fourth d2 that died in his hands, and it was also the worst one to die, from the beginning of the initiative in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands, From the beginning to the end, D2 had no chance to make a difference, and it achieved nothing other than overturning a forklift before dying.

Yang Keer carried a mace and hummed a little song behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, although she was quite unlucky at first, but what? In the end, he didn't kill **oos himself, although Zhang Xiaoqiang also contributed a little bit, but who made him his husband? In Yang Keer's mind, her husband's is hers, and hers is still hers...... A trembling man with a white face climbed out of the forklift that fell to the ground, when he saw D2 dead next to him, he let out a strange scream, sat on the ground and stepped back with his hands and feet, he was one of Wang Le's two subordinates, just cooperated with the fight, Wang Le's repair shop was all on the front line to fight, Wang Le jumped off the excavator, walked to D2's body and looked at it, kicked the dead D2 to show his contempt, and then chased Zhang Xiaoqiang's back and ran towards the camp, He still has a lot of work to do, D2 is just a small episode today, he hasn't seen D2 really powerful, naturally, he didn't take it to heart...... Zhang Xiaoqiang walked past the men and women who bowed their heads and greeted him, and when he arrived at the fat cook, he took the lunch box he held in his hand, walked to the side and began to eat his belated lunch, the lunch was still hot, the fat cook was helping him heat up, Zhang Xiaoqiang was already very satisfied with the hot meal, Lu Renyi took the logistics team to clean up the mess in front of D2, the third son was counting the remaining ammunition on the combat team, Yang Keer held her lunch box and pointed to the distance and shouted......