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A militiaman shouted in fright, he and Liu Biao were on a team, Liu Biao was surrounded, he was naturally anxious, and couldn't help but ask everyone for help, everyone went together, but saw Liu Biao's dancing car door wanted to exit, but unfortunately he was too deep, he had been surrounded by mutant shrimp, and he could only rely on the car door to circle around his body and block the mutant shrimp outside, but his strength was about to run out, and the speed of the turntable was getting slower and slower, and even the door was hung with a mutant shrimp clamped on the edge of the door.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has the heart to rescue, but there are at least fifty or sixty people waiting to get on the boat, and fifty or sixty people can't go up at the same time, and someone has to cover below.

"Retreat... I'm deaf, I'm deaf, I'm leaving, I'm going to get on the boat, don't look back..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang suppressed the unwilling emotions in his heart, yelled at the crowd, whether it was the militia or the team members, they all silently turned their heads and ran towards the gentle slope.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to Liu Biao, who was struggling with his strength, how did he know that Liu Biao was also on their side, looking at the comrades who had evacuated, Liu Biao's heart swelled with a sense of grief and anger of being abandoned, he was not a monk who sacrificed himself to feed the tiger, he was a **, selfish former taxi driver, the taste of being abandoned was very uncomfortable, he came out of the current situation, knew that they were doing the right thing, but when this happened to him, he just couldn't stand it.

His right hand was still mechanically grasping the car door in circles, the soreness of his arm had been forgotten by him, he looked at his comrades who turned around and ran away, opened his mouth to scold, wanted to shout, his throat seemed to be stuck, he couldn't shout, the fear of death made him unconsciously speed up the dance of the car door, he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of being eaten alive by mutant shrimp.

When he arrived at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was staring at him, a scorching brilliance erupted from his eyes, he looked straight at Zhang Xiaoqiang, his eyes showed a thick plea, he hoped that Zhang Xiaoqiang could rush in and save him out.

Subsequently, the scorching heat and hope that erupted in his heart were like falling into an ice cellar, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes only had regret, and under the light of the fire burning not far away, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were full of apologies.

"Head... Give me a good time, shoot me ・・・・・ shoot me, I don't want to be eaten・・・・・・・・"

Liu Biao gave up hope, and sent a request to Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would rather die in the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang than die in the mouth of the mutant shrimp, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Liu Biao, looking at the countless mutant shrimp blocking between them, his heart was extremely entangled, if there was a heavy machine gun below, he could sweep the road with the heavy machine gun and rescue Liu Biao, if his horn gun was not embedded in the hull, he might be able to get Liu Biao out with the horn gun, and now he can't do anything.

"Ahh・・・・・・h

"No, the body is shaking... If you're not careful, it will collapse..."

"Is it interesting to chirp crookedly... If you can go up, go up, and if you can't go up, you will die below, what's the big deal..."

Behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, there were other people's chaotic shouts, and he turned around to see more mutant shrimp approaching the gentle slope, and in front of him, countless mutant shrimp were also approaching him.

"Kill me, there's no time, kill me, I'm running out of energy, please・・・・・"

"Hurry up, hurry, hurry up, hurry up, there's no time, there's no time..."

Liu Biao rushed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's eardrums together with the words of the team members behind him, and there was no time for three words to detonate his heart.

"Ah!!h

Zhang Xiaoqiang straightened his chest and looked at the sky and let out an angry howl, and the P in his hand shot 4 bullets into the sky, and when there was only one bullet left, he aimed at Liu Biao's forehead.

Looking at the black hole of the gun, Liu Biao's crying face bloomed with a smile, showing a slight gratitude, and nodded to Zhang Xiaoqiang, the gratitude on Liu Biao's face was like a sharp sword deeply pierced Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, and at the moment when his finger pulled the trigger, he jumped the muzzle of the gun and flew out the mutant shrimp holding the big chela clamp to Liu Biao's calf.

Liu Biao looked at the mutant shrimp at his feet suspiciously, and there was no movement, a gunshot rang out, half of his head on the bridge of his nose was shattered, and Liu Biao, who was only left with the lower half of his head, opened his arms and pounced on the shrimp, a burning Molotov cocktail flew down from the boat and smashed on the ground under his feet, and at the moment he fell, the flames rose into the sky and rolled him in a tongue of fire.

The second bullet was not shot by Zhang Xiaoqiang, he knew who shot it with dynamic vision, on the side of the ship, in the anxious crowd of spectators, a young militiaman indifferently put down the rifle in his hand, that was Chi Yong, Liu Biao was the second person he killed with his own hands, it was the big brother of the opposite sex who he regarded as his brother, and he wanted to kill a big brother who got ahead with him, the bold, hard, irritable, murderous, taxi driver who regarded him as his brother.

"What are you doing in a daze・・・・・ shut up all of them, climb up for me, and run over there if you want to die・・・・・・"

Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled at the chaotic crowd behind him, dying to vent the depression in his heart, and then, he took a deep look at the still burning corpse, turned around and ran to the bottom of the gentle slope, clasped a car with both hands, shouted, dragged the body, and exerted his arms, the car was thrown out by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and it hit the shrimp group that pounced between the rolls.

Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the car out, pulled out p to quickly change the magazine, and when the car continued to roll, three bullets hit the trolley's fuel tank together, and the trolley burst out of a ball of flames and burned in the shrimp swarm.

"The people below... catch the rope and tie it around the waist・・・・・・ each person tie a ・・・・・・"

Yang Ke'er shouted anxiously from above, and a rope made of seat belts hung down the hull of the boat, and when he arrived at the rope, Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a sigh, and his whole body was occupied by deep tiredness...

Dead one, alive, no matter how this account is calculated, the hearts of Zhang Xiaoqiang and the people who climbed onto the boat are heavy, looking at the dense mutant shrimp gathered under the boat, no one feels nervous and scared anymore, the deck they are on is as high as a meter, if the mutant shrimp are piled up to the height of a meter, I believe that they will only be burned by a fire, behind them, there are gasoline and tires.

The gentle slope climbed by the crowd before became the only passage for the mutant shrimp, and the obstruction caused by various dilapidated cars to the mutant shrimp was much higher than that of humans, at least humans had hands and feet, height, and were good at climbing, and the mutant shrimp could only carry its turtle shell on its back and slowly squirm on the slow, and most of the time it would be stuck in one place and could not advance or retreat.

The situation has settled, and the next time, it is almost late at night, from o'clock, they have been wrestling with the mutant shrimp for three hours, these three hours have caused them to throw away three lives, two of which cannot even be recovered, not including the escapees, not to mention, there are countless minor injuries, and the seriously injured have lost their right foot forever and become invalids.