Skynet Architect

Uranus War Academy, there is no normal person now, they are all lunatics, outright lunatics, standing on the playground and looking at everyone unscrupulously, those weak chickens who want to be engineers, want to develop weapons The fellows all felt terrified looking at these violent madmen.

They are all lunatics, look at the guy in the prison uniform, he escaped from prison in a serious manner, can he not be a lunatic?

Beside him, stood a group of people, all kinds of weird guys. They stared at the people around them one by one, like choosing people and devouring beasts, staring at each other, full of hostility.

Ordinary people who look at them never dare to look them in the eye.

Because that would be a nightmare.

It was such a group of people, all gathered together, they seemed to have found their destination, as if they had found the hope of life, and each of them looked listless.

But now, he is alive and well, with a bit of ferocity in his eyes.

"It's a great time!" said a strong man among the crowd.

They are not normal people, and the kid in the prison uniform is constantly looking at everyone, as if he wants to peel them and cramps, carefully looking at every inch of skin, and carefully sniffing the smell nearby.

Among the crowd, the uncle was quite normal, so he found a corner and sat down, as if nothing had to do with him, gnawing on the hamburger in the package and drinking a can of Coke.

Don't look at these are fat house happy foods, but they are actually very high-calorie foods. For a long-term homeless person, they are the best food.

Don't keep saying that Americans give hamburgers and Cokes to homeless people, that's what homeless people eat.

It's not such a thing at all. The main reason for homeless people to eat is to replenish calories. After such a meal, they will not starve to death for at least two days.

This is the most basic requirement.

They will not regard high-calorie food as a burden, but the best tonic.

Things are different and work differently for everyone.

High-calorie foods are the best foods for hungry people and for people who exercise a lot.

Eating while sitting is an energy boost in itself.

As if watching himself sitting there, the prisoner walked by.

"My name is Jack the Ripper,

Are you interested in getting acquainted? At this time, it seems that going it alone is not a good idea. "He said to his uncle.

The uncle looked at Jack the Ripper and thought carefully for a while.

After waiting for a long time, he said: "If I remember correctly, I was the one who sent you in more than ten years ago, and you still come to me to cooperate, aren't you afraid that I will send you in again?"

He said with a boring expectation that he could kill the other party at any time.

This can be said to be natural disdain, disdain for an opponent who has already tackled key problems.

Jack the Ripper didn't care. He sat next to him and took out a scalpel from his pocket.

"It's a pity, the you back then are completely different from the you now. You were amazing in combat. You were a fighting lunatic. You dared to fight with gangs by yourself, and finally killed your opponent. It seems to be some kind of death, right?"

"It's a pity that the you at that time was definitely not the you now. Look at your thin physique now, you can't fight me one-on-one, right? At least the food in the prison is good." He was thinking of teasing.

The god of death on the opposite side glanced at him again.

"I don't care about you. As long as you come here, all your crimes will be offset by military exploits. I have no obligation to take care of you. As for team formation, it seems that team formation is not welcome here. Only one person can To survive, this determines that no one can really unite, they can only pretend to be submissive, and be careful of stabbing in the back." He explained slowly.

It's true, according to the rules, they can't really work together, because in the end, there will be a duel after all, and no team can be completely fine.

What's more, the rules are clearly written, no permanent damage is allowed, no death is allowed, everyone can look for weapons, as long as the weapon hits the opponent's vitals, it is considered a kill.

Each of them could see that there was a weapon rack nearby, with all kinds of weapons on it. It looked like it was made of foam, but it seemed different.

These weapons attracted quite a few people.

They looked at this limp weapon and didn't pay much attention.

Can this thing hurt people? I guess it doesn't even have any texture.

In the crowd, someone found a machete and took it out.

He looked like a gangster, but he was the weakest in this group of people.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know.

Picking up the machete, he chopped casually.

"Hey! This knife feels the same as a real knife." He shouted excitedly. Then flail around.

He even touched the blade with his hand.

The moment his hand touched the blade. Everyone saw a splash of blood.

spilled on the ground.

"Blood!" Everyone was surprised.

They thought the weapon didn't do any damage. The result was not like this. When I cut it, the whole finger was bleeding, and the blood was spilled.

But they could see that the bones were not broken, but that there were injuries all around, and blood was spilled, but the outer skin and the outermost muscle were scratched. The deep bones and muscles inside were not damaged.

Now, they are relieved.

Just looking at this weapon, everyone feels guilty.

They don't know what will happen next, but it is necessary to fight with real swords and guns. If they are hacked randomly, even if they don't die, they will be a bloody man.

Now, the playful thoughts just now are completely gone.

Edward Scissorhands looked at the weapon above curiously, very curiously, and then took one at random to try it out for a while.

Gently touched his body, and found that it would cut a wound, but it was only a slight injury, and it would not make them really hurt.

It's just that the wound is real, it bleeds, it hurts.

"It's really high technology, is this their technology?" Edward looked at the people around him, a little dangerous.

He really wanted to kill, and he really wanted to enjoy the thrill of killing.

It's just that he knows that this feeling is wrong, he can't kill anyone, but he knows that today's duel is useful.

The god of death beside him didn't care about these at all, he just sat like this, as if waiting for something.

In the crowd, commotion gradually began, and groups of people formed groups and slowly approached each other.

Also divided into three gangs.

Two organized groups, and a group of stragglers.

It seemed that war was about to start at any moment.

They knew they had to fight today.

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