mayfly era

At this time the doorbell rang again, and the boy outside the door was obviously a little impatient, and stuck out his tongue at the camera.

"He was very precise in finding the camera," Song Guang said.

Yan Qiang was a little surprised when he heard that he raised his head, "It's rare to hear the old man praise someone."

"Hey, it's true," Crow let the boy outside the house in. "It turns out that the uncle likes this."

Song Guang glanced at the crow indifferently, and made no reply.

The boy walked in, bowed obediently to the crow, and called "Hello, instructor." The crow also nodded to the boy, pointed to the two people around him, and said, "Great leader, little leader."

"The big leader is good, the little leader is good." The boy obviously didn't put much thought into it, just drifting lazily along with the current.

"Today, I'll let you play a bit, and look for this white-haired bastard." Crow pointed to the bong.

"Tsk, what are you talking about?" The pipe directly stepped forward and hooked the boy's neck, "Brother, virtual idols are fun, do you like to watch action movies? You have never acted in them before, let's go, brother will take you to enjoy the movie. "

The crow cut off the electricity on the second basement floor for a few minutes according to the idea of ​​the smoking gun, without notifying □□□□□, and quickly gathered all the students in the largest simulation practice room to count the number of people one by one, and told them that there might be invaded here risk, let them stand by.

At this time, the faces of the students were basically as usual, but the faces of the three were ashen, and they kept trying to contact the instructor Crow.

When the communicator rang for the third time, she took a deep breath and displayed the acting skills she had learned all her life. She was calm in her panic, but a little uneasy in her calm, which made people feel dizzy. Khan's nervousness, "All students □□ listen to my command now! The right side personnel evacuate the right passage, the left side personnel evacuate the left passageway, go to the equipment room to get their own weapons, and prepare for confrontation!"

Just as she finished speaking, before the students could react, the passage on the left slowly opened... The actors were in their positions, and the fooling began.

A figure was holding a cold weapon upside down in one hand, and a student's belt in the other, hanging in the air like this.

This student was covered in blood, his hands and feet were limply hanging down to the ground. The blood flowed down his fingertips drop by drop, forming puddles on the floor. A bloody pen had flowed out from his feet that were hanging on the ground. People are terrified.

The students let out a scream, and the left wing quickly slammed into the right wing, like a bottle of chia seeds being dumped, rushing to one side.

However, they soon discovered that the right passage could not be opened at all, and even the usual emergency button was useless.At this time, all the students were sticking to the wall on the right, looking at this uninvited guest like a Shura yaksha in horror.

At this time, the way of life on the left was also cut off, and they were completely enclosed here.

Smoker dropped the bloody booty in his hand, stepped on Shu Liu's throat with his foot, and Shu Liu twitched a few times in a very good way.

He watched the three big boys standing in front of the students like hens guarding their chicks, questioning him loudly and winking at him.Smoker showed a sinister smile, and began to make up stories to everyone present, "Masters and ladies, you are...weaker than I imagined."

One of them went on to perform, his voice slightly tense, "Who are you? What is your purpose? How did you invade here?"

"Who? An enemy, of course." Smoker smiled.

A group of students huddled next to the passageway on the right, with different emotions on their faces, some were terrified, some pretended to be calm, some were indifferent, and some were eager to fight. Both □□ and the students have no weapons in their hands at this moment. Facing this silver-haired man with a butterfly/knife, the odds are good, but at this moment, no one dares to step forward-after all, counting to six "death" is too miserable.

"Cough, please let that child go first, he is bleeding badly, if it doesn't stop, it's a murder case," □□ tried to communicate, "It can still be saved now."

Not only did Smoker not obey, but he kicked Shu Liu hard on the head, and Shu Liu choked in his throat, and suddenly fell silent.

Then, at an extremely fast speed, he hooked his leg and kicked over the cockroach that had been communicating with him, and hit the chest with a knife, blood spurted out quickly, spraying a pipe all over his face.

The students were in mourning immediately, and a few of them who were obviously pampered had their legs limp and sat down on the ground, their faces pale.

"Come on, babies, kneel in a row in front of me, one by one..." Smoker's face was bloody, his teeth were white, and his smile was even more piercing. He whispered softly, "Behead your heads."

In a few minutes, two people were killed in front of them. For these young masters and ladies who have never seen a killing, it is enough stimulation. Different people will have different reactions when the stimulation is given. Some people will have a sudden drop in blood sugar and blood pressure. Pale and exhausted, and some people will be adrenaline rush, extremely excited.

However, this kind of request is obviously an excessive humiliation to the young masters and ladies of these big families. They stared at the bong with pale or livid faces, and none of them had the intention to kneel down. Fist ready to rush out.

The smoking gun clicked his tongue, thinking that this material was not added enough, he wiped the knife on the fallen woman.Then he slowly folded the knife back, put it on his back, and spread his hands, "It's boring, come up and play with me."

The remaining two girls looked at each other, rushed up together, smoked a chuckle, pulled out the knife from the back waist, and at the same time shook out the second blood bag from the sleeve, and quickly made a gesture to put it on the neck of the man on the left. a touch.The man jumped up to block his shot. From the perspective of the students, a smear of blood flew out obliquely, and then the **** body fell to the ground with a "thump".

A third victim appeared, and screams followed.

The other girl was kicked on the waist by him, and immediately fell to the ground with a howl.

This guy is also a playwright. When he saw his companion lying on the ground bleeding, his eyes widened immediately, and he quickly crawled towards the pipe with his elbows on the ground. He didn't kick off twice, rolled his eyes inwardly, knocked the heel of the other leg, made a "click" on his head and neck, and lost his breath.

"You scoundrel!" A slightly childish female voice sounded, her voice trembling slightly, but very loud and crisp.

finally come.

Smoker squinted at the girl who pointed at her and scolded her, and snorted in response.

"You backtracked, you... how could you do this!"

The smoking gun shook the knife in his hand, "Are you stupid? Did I say you want to go bare-handed?"

The girl was obviously so angry that she returned to her seat three times, her hands were clenched and she was trembling all over. Facing such a situation of forceful suppression, she felt angry, hated and annoyed.

Taking advantage of this annoyance, the girl shook her body from side to side, and suddenly rushed towards the bong. She used her elbows, obviously she knew which of her muscles was the strongest and which bone was the strongest. the hardest.

But this kind of speed and brain power are so vulnerable to the military master who has been on the battlefield for many years like the smoking gun. He turned his upper body sideways, and the moment the two bodies met, he waved his hand and hit the girl's temple. The thrown piece of paper flew straight three or four meters, hit the iron wall on one side, and fainted immediately.

At this time, other students also moved one after another. Some of them rushed towards the pipe with blood red eyes, and fell to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables for him. Avoid carnage in the walls of the training room.

The training room was like a slaughterhouse at the moment, with bodies lying all over the floor, blood staining the floor into a blooming red peony.

Groaning, crying, and scolding, everyone has different expressions, words, and actions. Some of them are desperate, some are in pain, and some even have suspicious eyes...

There is another person who is different from everyone present, his expression is numb from beginning to end, as if no amount of bloody scenes have anything to do with him, and the one who is in the room with him is not a murderer Shura, but a projector playing a movie .

Smoker has been paying attention to him for a long time. A person can face any situation without being moved. There are only two possibilities: one is that this person has insight into everything and is sure to win; the other is that this person has autism.

In either case, it feels like it needs special attention.

The smoking gun rushed in front of the boy in three steps and two steps. The boy ignored him, his eyes were like two windows in the middle of the night.

He looked into the eyes of the smoking gun, and spat out a few words heavily, "I've calculated, I won't die today."

Smoker frowned, and almost at the same time, he raised his hand and slapped the boy on the face. The boy was knocked on the side of the head, and he let out a low snort, but he quickly turned his head to meet Smoker's eyes. He was still so silent and numb.

Not an autistic, but a shaman.

Smoker raised his hand and rubbed the boy's reddish cheeks, and smiled apologetically at him.

Then he retracted the butterfly/knife to the back of his waist, shook his right sleeve, and a blood bag fell out of it. He caught the falling blood bag and squeezed it in front of the shaman boy. The blood splashed on the boy's face. He just blinked slightly.

Smoker walked to the middle of the crowd, and gave a closing ceremony to the frightened boys and girls in this room. He really couldn't continue acting, and he had to use his strength to deal with this group of delicate and tender family heirs. He himself felt numb in his muscles and bones, probably more severely injured than the group of children lying on the ground.

The blood all over the ground is almost all blood bags, and these children have scratched their skins at most.

"Everyone, this is the end of today's lesson." Smoker smiled slightly, and kicked the bed that was still lying on his side.

The blood-splattered boss got up, and slapped the back of the pipe with a slap, "It's good enough to act, and my legs are numb from lying down!"

The students looked at each other in blank dismay, some of them hadn't recovered yet, some of them already knew that they were cheated with indignation, and some of them were holding their chests and pretending to be aggressive with the expression that I had seen through a long time ago.

"What are you proud of?" Smoker made an insulting gesture at the two students who were proud of their faces, "What's so proud of knowing that it's an exercise, you can beat me?"

The student's face suddenly became gloomy.

□□Pointing to the bong, he said to the students, "Brother Gun, a legendary figure, your senior, he is gentle in playing cold weapons with you today, otherwise you will all be ordered to pee your pants."

"I just want to know... what's the point of this kind of bullshit exercise!"

At this time, a student stood up and shouted angrily at the gangsters. His face was swollen, and bloody saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.