Skynet Architect

There is no normal person in the Uranos War College. They are all lunatics, downright lunatics, standing on the playground and looking at everyone unscrupulously. Those weak chickens who want to be engineers and want to develop weapons The guys looked at these violent madness, all had a feeling of trembling.

They are all lunatics. Look at the guy who came in a prison uniform. He came from a serious escape from prison, could he not be a lunatic?

Next to him, stood a group of people, all kinds of strange and weird guys, one by one staring at the people next to them, just like choosing others and biting the beast, staring at each other, full of hostility.

Ordinary people who look at them never dare to look into their eyes.

Because that would have nightmares.

This is a group of people all gathered together. They seem to have found their destination, they seem to find the hope that people live in, and they looked at each one seemingly listless.

But now, those who are full of vigor and liveliness, have a little bit of embarrassment in their eyes.

"This is a great time!" Said a strong man in the crowd.

They are not normal people, and the kid in prison uniform is constantly looking at everyone, as if they are going to peel and cramp them, carefully watching every inch of skin, and carefully smelling the nearby taste.

Among the crowd, the uncle was quite normal, so he found a corner to sit as if nothing to do with him, holding the burger in the package and drinking a can of cola.

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

Don't always say that the Mi people give burgers and colas to homeless people, that's the food that homeless people eat.

It's not such a thing at all. The main reason why homeless people eat is to add calories. When they come to such a meal, they will not be hungry for at least two days.

This is the most basic requirement.

They don't treat high-calorie food as a burden, but rather the best tonic.

For everyone, things are different and they work differently.

High-calorie foods are the best food for hungry people and heavy exercise people.

Sitting and eating is in itself an energy supplement.

As if watching him sit there, the prisoner walked over.

"My name is Jack the Ripper, are you interested in getting to know him? At this time, it seems that it is not a good idea to go it alone." He and his uncle said.

The uncle looked at Jack the Ripper and pondered for a moment.

I waited a long time before I said, "If I remember correctly, I sent you in more than ten years ago. You still come to me for cooperation, aren't you afraid I will send you in again?"

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

This can be said to be a natural disdain, a disdain for an opponent who has already tackled the problem.

Jack the Ripper didn't care, sitting next to him, took out a scalpel from his arms.

"Unfortunately, you and you are completely different. You were an amazing combat force, fighting lunatics, and daring to fight with the gang alone, and finally killing your opponents. It seems like a **** of death?"

"Unfortunately, you at that time were definitely not the current you. Look at your thin physique now, and you can't do it alone with me? At least the food in the prison is good." He thought with ridicule.

The opposite **** gave him another glance.

"I'm too lazy to care about you. As long as you get here, all your crimes can be offset by combat skills. I have no obligation to take care of you. As for team formation, it doesn't seem to welcome team formation here. Only one person can Surviving, this determines that no one can truly unite, but can only be false and wrong, and be careful of the knife behind him. "He explained slowly.

This is true. According to the rules, there is no way for them to work together really, because in the end, they are duel, and no team can be completely okay.

Moreover, the rules are very clear, no permanent damage is allowed, no lethality is allowed, and everyone can look for weapons, as long as the weapons hit the opponent's vital points, they will be killed.

Each of them can see that there is a weapon rack near here, with all kinds of weapons on it. It looks like it is made of foam, but it seems different.

These weapons have attracted many people.

They looked at the soft weapon and didn't care much.

Can this thing hurt others? It is estimated that there is not even a little texture.

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

He looked like a lunatic, but the weakest in this group.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know.

Picking up the machete, he chopped it casually.

"Ah, hey! This knife feels the same as a real knife." He shouted excitedly. Then waved wildly.

He even touched the blade with his hand.

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

Spilled on the ground.

"Blood!" Everyone was surprised.

They thought this weapon did no harm. The result is not like this. When the cut is over, the whole finger bleeds and blood sheds.

But they can see that the bones are not broken, but there is damage around the circle, blood is spilled, but the outer epidermis and the outermost muscles are scratched. The deep bones and muscles inside were not damaged.

Now they are assured.

Just looking at this weapon, everyone was guilty.

They don't know what will happen next, but a real sword and a real gun are necessary. If the knife is slashed on the body, it will be a **** person even if it is not dead.

This time, the thought of just playing was completely gone.

Scissor hand Edward looked curiously at the weapon above, very curious, and then took a handful and tried it.

Touch your body lightly and find that this will cut out the wound, but it is only a slight injury that will not make them really hurt.

But this wound is also real ~ www.readwn.com ~ It will bleed and hurt.

"It's really high-tech, is this their technology?" Edward looked at the people around him with some danger.

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

Only he knew that this feeling was wrong. He couldn't kill anyone, but he knew that today's duel was useful.

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

In the crowd, a commotion gradually began, and groups of people slowly came closer together.

Also divided into three groups.

Two groups of organized, and a group of casual soldiers.

It seems that a war is about to begin.

They know that they must play today.

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