As a leader, the middle-aged man's mental endurance was much stronger than his subordinates. While the others were watching the tragic collision of the two trucks, he was staring at his biggest enemy, Wan Qiang.
The whip-like rope lashed at his body. No matter how thick his skin was, he couldn't withstand it. Wan Qiang screamed miserably and twisted in the air. The rope came again and hit his thigh. His thigh unconsciously bent, and his calf was entangled with the rope. Wan Qiang was hung on the rope.
Wan Qiang's soul was about to fly out of his body. If he was beaten to death, it would be fine. But if he was burned alive, it would be a different story. It would be a tragedy.
Wan Qiang was like a grasshopper tied to a rope, screaming and twisting on the steel wire rope. The drivers of the two trucks saw Wan Qiang hanging on the steel wire rope from the rearview mirror, and they didn't know what to do next. Their previous assumption was that Wan Qiang's body would be entangled by the steel wire rope, and they would go around in an arc, cross over, and firmly trap him. Then, they would think of a way to kill him.
In the blink of an eye, a large net covered him. When the large net fell, he grabbed the mesh and pulled it into his arms. One of the men was too nervous. His fingers clasped tightly onto the large net. Before he could let go, he was pulled towards Wan Qiang under the large net by the force of the large net.
A shrill scream came from the flames, deepening the smile on the middle-aged man's face. His eyes became watery as he stared at the flames. His breathing became rapid, and his heart skipped a beat. Every time he felt happy, he would change into another personality. He hoped that there would be a tall and handsome man to share it with.
At this moment, Wan Qiang couldn't care less about being afraid. He only thought in his heart that he couldn't be burned to death.
He couldn't be burned to death. The fear of being burned to death had become a demon in his heart. Slowly, he calmed down. The thought of not being burned to death made him calm down. He slowly touched the large net on his body. His ten fingers interlocked and he exerted strength in his wrists. The large net that was made of steel wire was torn apart.
Gasoline poured over his head, body, and legs. Feeling the flow of the liquid, the despair in his heart turned into anger. Wan Qiang twisted, and his body swelled up like it was filled with air. He forcefully squeezed out a gap for himself.
"Go, go, go … Quick … Net … Net him …"
Four people in a group, dragging the randomly woven steel wire net, rushed over. Wan Qiang saw the men, who had degenerated into worms in his heart, with their twisted and ferocious faces, rushing towards him with heart-wrenching screams. He wanted to stand up, but the piercing pain made his heart numb.
In the end, Wan Qiang had the ability of the D2 zombies, but he did not have the mentality of the D2 zombies. The D2 zombies only needed to find their targets, kill them, and eat them. There were no other thoughts, no worries, and no impatience.
There was a second, third, and fourth net, one after another. Wan Qiang struggled with all his might, his body twisting unnecessarily. His actions would only cause the net to fill up his space of movement. Slowly, he began to feel suffocated. He had been entangled to the limit by the net.
Wan Qiang did not pull the net at the first moment. He was blinded by anger, and wasted the most precious time and opportunity on a small fry.
Wan Qiang was caught unprepared, and was swept by the thick steel wire rope in his chest. Wan Qiang could not stand steadily, and fell backwards. The moment he fell, the rope caught up to his abdomen, and the huge force made Wan Qiang unable to stand. He flew backwards, but the rope did not let him go. It chased after him and ruthlessly lashed at his body.
The middle-aged man Xiao Jing's legs slightly trembled, and his expression became more and more gloomy. Wan Qiang's brutal methods had really frightened him. He did not dare to imagine, if he fell into Wang Qiang's hands, what would happen to him?
Wan Qiangqiang was not feeling well either. The biggest difference between him and the D2 zombies was that he could feel pain. He could only feel the ligaments in his legs being torn. The excruciating pain made him groan in pain. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. He was entangled by the steel wire and fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Now that Wan Qiang had become a part of the rope, it made them feel awkward. They could not think of a solution, so they could only follow the previous method.
The next moment, when the man who was screaming in panic jumped on him, he hugged the man through the net. His body tightened, and a thunderous sound came from his chest. The man was lying on his chest, and his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears were bleeding at the same time.
The big net entangled him, and Wan Qiang rolled on the ground, struggling. His heart was filled with sorrow. Was he going to die here today?
The decadent thought had just flashed through his mind when his sense of smell, which had become abnormally sensitive, smelled a faint smell of gasoline.
"Boom …" The flames rose to the sky, and the ignited flames made the middle-aged man Xiao Jing, who threw the Zippo, retreat a few dozen meters away, and admire the flamboyant head with a smile.
What he imagined and what actually happened were two different things. When they crossed paths, the height was not high enough, and the steel wire rope was entangled under the wheels of a truck. The truck jolted violently, and in the violent and ear-piercing sound of friction, various parts flew out of the chassis. Then, the steel wire rope and the transmission device became entangled, rubbing against the rubber tires.
Wan Qiang quickly passed through the open space in the middle, walking with some caution, he did not want to be buried alive again. A roar of engines came from both sides, and two large trucks crashed into the large cardboard boxes that were buried under the body of the truck. A steel wire as thick as an arm popped out from the soil, and stretched to the rear of the two large trucks, shaking off the sand, and covered Wan Qiang.
The man's bones were all broken, and his eyes looked at Wan Qiang. Wan Qiang wanted to push the man away, but the second big net fell down, covering him and the man in the net.
If Zhang Xiaoqiang was here, he would be very surprised, Wan Qiang was not inferior to the D-type zombies, whether it was strength or physical resistance, they were almost the same, but he did not expect Wan Qiang to be so easily cleaned up by a group of mobs.
In the end, the large truck overturned, and the rear wheels suddenly stopped. The front of the truck rushed forward, dragging the steel wire cable to do a somersault, but it did not turn over. The wire cable on the rear of the other vehicle was still entangled in the other's territory, and the Mercedes-Benz truck was suddenly pulled to a stop, the body tilted, and the four wheels were still rotating.
Wan Qiang was different, he was a person, and people would feel fear, he was not a real warrior who had experienced the test of blood and fire, from the beginning to the end, he was led by the nose by others.
He tore the first net, drilled through the hole to the back of the net, and used his strength again to tear the second layer. He was confident that as long as he slowly tore a hole from the inside to the outside, he would eventually burst out with all his strength and tear all the big nets together.
Things didn't go as he had hoped. When he touched the last big net, a Zippo that was lit on fire fell on him with a burst of fire and a gust of wind.
When the two large trucks collided, the people standing outside did not have any reaction, they were dumbfounded, at the beginning everything was fine, how did it become like this in the blink of an eye?
Was Wan Qiang's luck heaven defying?