Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart is still quiet, his face is indifferent, he jumped up from the roof of the car and threw himself at D2, looking at D2's waving arms, he stretched out his right foot on its left arm a little, and jumped to its shoulder, his left hand grabbed the side of its left ear and body, and the whole chest was attached to the back of its head, and his right foot drew a small arc in the air to hook its chin, and his body sank and sat on the back of D2's neck, and his legs were holding his throat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat on the shoulders of D2, and sat on the back of D2, which was only 170 cm tall, and felt that the tall father was hunching his young son, Zhang Xiaoqiang fixed his body with his legs between his throats, and stabbed the back of its head with a Jingwei sword, and the head of the sword was pierced into half without going deep.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned the tip of the sword to make the sword body deeper, D2 felt that Zhang Xiaoqiang was hurting its vital point, it howled loudly, it shook its head hard, it kept waving its arms to drive him off its body. Zhang Xiaoqiang's position happened to be its dead end, his arms were far away from Zhang Xiaoqiang's, not to mention the bumps caused by D2 shaking his head, at least 108,000 miles away from the bumps of the mutant beast, as for D2's loud shouting? It doesn't matter, anyway, Zhang Xiaoqiang has already heard the roars of three D2s before and after, and there are not many more of them.

The tip of the sword kept drilling in the back of D2's head, and Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the greater the resistance the more he went in, D2's skin made him feel that he was drilling a piece of engineering plastic, and the astringency of the tip of the sword became heavier and heavier until it stopped completely, no matter how hard Zhang Xiaoqiang tried, it was difficult to move forward at all, D2 felt that the pain in the back of his head was getting stronger and stronger, and it became more and more crazy.

D2 sat on the ground with his butt and lay down on his back, Zhang Xiaoqiang was suddenly pressed under D2's head, and his chest was hit by D2's head as if he was being beaten by a sledgehammer in the chest.

D2's head hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, and at the same time, the Jingwei Sword went deeper into the back of its head to the skull, D2 shook its head with a painful cry, and as its head shook, the hilt of the Jingwei Sword kept rubbing on the ground, and the Jingwei Sword fell from its head in three or two strokes. Feeling that the thing stuck in his head was gone, D2 became excited, and it sat up and fell backwards again.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled to the side before it could be done, picked up the Jingwei sword with his left hand, pulled out the saber with his right hand, and "touched the ......" D2 fell to the ground again, opportunity!!! Zhang Xiaoqiang stabbed the saber into the middle of D2's pressing eyelids, D2 felt his eyes pierced and clamped his eyelids hard, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the saber stopped, and he didn't think much about it, jumped into the air and stomped down towards the handle of the saber, and the saber stabbed into D2's eyes at once, leaving only the handle still exposed.

D2 let out a miserable howl again, a reflexive paw slapped at Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang dodged and didn't go further, D2 sat up with his eyes and got up from the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang changed the Jingwei sword to his right hand and stepped forward three steps A sword stabbed it on the crook of its leg, turning the sword body to leave a small wound on its leg, Zhang Xiaoqiang also knew that this effort was futile, but he just had the idea of earning a little.

He didn't kill D2 with his best efforts, the damage caused by the saber to it could only be regarded as a minor injury, not even a serious injury, he was like a gambler who lost all his chips, not letting go of any opportunity to turn the book, and now he tried to leave a scar on D2's body as much as possible, even if he couldn't kill it, he would disgust it.

D2 didn't have the heart to clean up Zhang Xiaoqiang now, the foreign body in his eyes made it painful, it held its eyes and kept howling, its claws carefully groped around its eyes, until it touched the handle of the saber.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was still jumping around under it, the Jingwei sword in his hand continued to leave scars on its thighs, D2 shouted, pulled out the saber at once, held it on the claws and pinched the saber into a twist, it was still far away from the deformed saber, and pounced on Zhang Xiaoqiang again, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw D2 wake up and turn around and run.

The game of cat and mouse was staged again, and it became the speed of life and death in a short time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's physical strength declined, D2 because of his resentment against Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang ran to the alley, he now has no energy to deal with D2 anymore, the mouse hole dug in the house has become his lifeline, and he is fighting for the last line of life for himself.

The angle of the alley slightly blocked the D2 behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath, and then exhaled hard, the D2 behind him has begun to be demolished, broken bricks of various sizes fall around like raindrops, and the dust in the sky can not see the figure of D2, Zhang Xiaoqiang finally gasped for breath, dodged a few flying bricks and ran in, until he ran to the house, jumped into the pit with both feet, and then climbed more than ten meters inside, seeing that he was safe, he lay weakly on the damp mud floor.

The air underground is cold and damp, and a little stuffy, there is always a thick earthy smell smell, Zhang Xiaoqiang is lazily lying on the mud ground without moving, everything is not important to him now, first of all, he must recover his physical strength, even if he can't fight, he can't run?

Zhang Xiaoqiang was feeling that the bones in his body were numb and crispy, he was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to get rid of D2, and escape from the warehouse by himself, "touching the ......" saw that the light at the entrance of the cave was all darkened all of a sudden, and then the passage shook as if it was about to collapse, Zhang Xiaoqiang crawled deep with his hands and feet, scolding this perverted D2 in his heart, he became a mouse, but he still didn't let go of himself?

The passage is not high, you can only crawl on the ground with your elbows, there is no light, Zhang Xiaoqiang can only use his head to explore the way, as long as he does not hit the wall on the road, crawling in the unfamiliar tunnel, the speed is not fast, plus Zhang Xiaoqiang has never had such an experience, his speed is even slower, the darkness in front of him is like a big mouth of a demon waiting to devour him, D2 behind him is like a high-power excavator constantly sending the soil behind Zhang Xiaoqiang into the sky, a gust of wind with earthy smell blows from behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back, The passage five or six meters away from him was constantly collapsing, and then the light was bright again, and a lot of dirt jumped on his body and built a thick layer almost to bury him alive, and he shook the mud on his body, and the speed of his progress increased again.

Now he doesn't care about anything, just crawls forward, in this narrow tunnel he doesn't even have room to turn around, let alone fight with d2, he only goes forward, forward, and then forward, the road ahead is so far away, Zhang Xiaoqiang only feels hot on his head, if he reaches out and touches it, it must be full of big bags, but no matter how many bags are nothing compared to his own small life, he hit the wall again and again, turning the direction again and again, just crawling forward numbly, Until you see a faint light ahead.