Seeing the pile of ammunition in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang almost couldn't help but scold, wasn't that the bullet he brought out? Zhang Xiaoqiang brought enough ammunition as long as he went out, and now that the zombies are gathering, he has to prepare to fight a zombie resistance battle of tens of thousands to tens of thousands at any time, and there is naturally a lot of ammunition, and his bullets are captured by others and then shot at himself, how can Zhang Xiaoqiang not be angry?

Those men were busy with the empty magazines that were constantly being pushed over, and none of them raised their heads to guard the surroundings, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the opportunity, turned around and went back to the place where he had killed before, picked up some empty magazines, and then slowly walked to the people with the empty magazines like nothing.

Several people looked up, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see it very clearly, plus the empty magazine he was carrying in his hand attracted the attention of these people, and they didn't see anything wrong with Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Boom......" Dozens of empty magazines fell on the ground and spread out a piece of boss, seeing so many empty magazines, several people squatted down to pick them up, just as they squatted down, under the light, a fluorescent Rat King blade flashed in mid-air, four heads flew up, and four blood fountains spurted from their broken necks to all sides.

The others who were buried in the bullets suddenly found that their faces and heads were drenched with hot liquid, and the magazines and bullets in their hands had changed from black and yellow to red, and then they found that their hands with magazines and bullets that had been painted black by butter dust were also covered with a slightly hot red, and when they looked up blankly, a bright yellow crystal flashed in the corner of their eyes, and then they fell into permanent darkness.

More than a dozen human heads kept rolling in a pool of blood, more than a dozen headless corpses without heads were sitting or fluttering, fountain-like blood was spraying from the blood vessels in the broken neck, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was holding a rat king blade with a rifle on his back, stood on a dozen corpses and looked at these corpses and rolling heads indifferently, his entire body was covered with hot and humid blood from head to toe, except for the rat king blade on his hand, which was never dusty, even the rifle on his back was painted red.

More than a dozen blood fountains were sprayed at the same time, there were no dead ends, Zhang Xiaoqiang naturally couldn't dodge, and he couldn't hide if he wanted to kill, and when his whole body was covered with blood, and even the air he inhaled into his lungs contained a finer blood mist, there was no trace of nausea in his heart, you must know that the smell of blood in the here and now no matter who smelled it, he couldn't stand it, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel any discomfort.

Seeing the corpses and heads at his feet, smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, he was surprised to find that the feeling of being covered with blood made him have a fluttering enjoyment, you must know that he was just an otaku before the end of the world, an otaku who was not psychologically dark at all, even if he practiced in the last days, it was not uncomfortable at most, and he definitely couldn't talk about enjoyment.

"Do I have the potential to be a psychopathic murderer? For a love of blood? Am I really starting to get perverted? Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little uncomfortable, a somewhat impatient footsteps sounded on the stairs overhead, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to think about it, his body instantly accelerated, and he jumped up on the back of a corpse that fell to the ground and went up to the steps of the second floor.

A man with an empty magazine had just turned out, and a man covered in red pounced in front of him, and a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose from the wind brought by the man, smelling this fishy smell of blood, even he, a man-eating demon king who was used to skinning people and tearing down human bones, wanted to vomit, his stomach churned, and a salty smell surged to his throat and was about to squirt out.

A scythe-like weapon was nailed to his throat with the back of the scythe, and a huge force came from the thing, and he was pushed against the wall behind him by the thing, and the surging thing fell back into his stomach, but his tongue involuntarily stretched out, and his eyes kept rolling up, and the plastic belt containing the empty magazines was loosened and fell to the ground with a loud sound, and several empty magazines slipped out of the bag and rolled away.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked indifferently at this white and chubby guy, judging from his ruddy face, he was doing well in the last days, better than his subordinates who ate rice, he could eat so white and fat in the last days, what to eat? Do you still need to ask?

The man's eyes were whitened by the back of the Rat King's blade, his tongue slowly stretched out, and his two hands tightly grasped Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand holding the knife and wanted to push it away from his neck.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at his face that slowly turned purple, the rat king blade in his hand slowly forced, seeing that the person was about to be strangled, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly relaxed his strength, and when he seemed to be about to take a breath, the rat king blade in his hand would slowly force again, a few minutes later, Zhang Xiaoqiang was tired of this game, and saw slightly on the side of his neck, sawing very carefully, for fear that the sawing would be too deep and cut his throat.

Zhang Xiaoqiang withdrew the Rat King blade, stood aside, and watched indifferently at the man kneeling on the ground touching his neck and panting, while he was panting, an inaudible "sizzling" sound was interspersed in his breathing, and an extremely thin and extremely thin blood arrow spurted out on the artery at his hand, and by the time the man found that something was wrong, the blood had already smeared his hands.

He covered the wound on his artery in horror, but how could the wound on the artery be covered? The blood arrow sprayed into the palm of his hand, and the blood water quickly dripped and flowed, completely wetting the clothes on his chest, and he wanted to shout loudly, but he could only make a "gurgling" sound in his throat and eyes.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the cannibal who was waiting for his blood to drain and die, and stepped over him and was about to go up the stairs to the second floor.

"Someone really came in, why didn't you say it sooner, hurry up...... You...... You...... And you...... Let's all go down there and search for me, so that the people below don't get bullets and go search together......"

"Master, I saw that guy was shot more than a dozen times, even the body armor couldn't stop it at that distance, I thought it was a dying struggle, but now the gunfire on the first floor has stopped, he is a master, I'm afraid the brothers below are finished, why don't you bring more people down......"

"Those people scattered in the house may have been done by him, but there are still more than a dozen bullets below, even if you can't clean it up at once, I don't believe that person is more powerful than you, you take the three of them down to have a look, I want to catch them alive, I want him to watch himself being eaten slowly......"

Hearing the conversation upstairs, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't rush up, he inserted the Rat King blade back into the scabbard, took out the two remaining grenades in his satchel, and threw them into the corridor on the second floor in a flash.

In a flash, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw four or five men standing in the corridor, and then he leaned on the corner of his back to remove the rifle and pulled the bolt, "boom" The two grenades exploded into a loud bang, and a wave of air sandwiched with wall ash and flesh spewed out from the entrance of the corridor and fell downstairs, and the corridor on the second floor was filled with a choking smell of gunsmoke.