Skynet Architect

Uranus War College, there are no normal people now. They are all lunatics, lunatics through and through, standing on the playground and looking at everyone unscrupulously. Those weak guys who want to be engineers want to develop weapons. Seeing these violent madmen, the guys all have a sense of trembling.

They are all lunatics. Look at the guy who came here in prison uniform. He escaped from prison in a serious manner. Isn't he a lunatic?

Beside him, stood a group of people, all kinds of weird guys, all of them staring at the people beside them, like choosing people and eating the beasts, staring at each other, full of hostility.

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

Because it will have nightmares.

It's just such a group of people, all gathered together. They seem to have found a destination, as if they have found the hope for people to live, and they all looked listless.

But now, lively and vigorous, there is a bit of ferocious expression in his eyes.

"This era is great!" said a strong man in the crowd.

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

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

Even though these are all fat house happy families, 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 cola to homeless people, they are food that homeless people eat.

It's not such a thing at all. The main reason for homeless people to eat is to supplement calories. After such a meal, at least two days of starvation will not die.

This is the most basic requirement.

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

For everyone, things are different and their effects are different.

High-calorie food is the best food for hungry people and for people who exercise a lot.

Sitting and eating is itself a supplement for energy.

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

"My name is Jack the Ripper. Are you interested in getting to know it? It seems like it's not a good idea to go alone at this time." He and the uncle said.

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

After waiting for a long time, he said, "If I remember correctly, I sent you in more than ten years ago. You still came to me to cooperate. Are you afraid that I will send you in again?"

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

This can be said to be a 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 a scalpel out of his arms.

"It's a pity that you were completely different from the current you. You were amazingly powerful back then. Fighting lunatics, you dare to fight with the gang, and finally kill your opponent. It seems to be called Death, right?"

"It's a pity that you back then were definitely not who you are now. Look at your thin physique. You can't stand up against me, right? At least the food in the prison is still good." He thought to tease.

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

"I am too lazy to care about you. As long as you get here, all your crimes will be offset by military exploits. I have no obligation to take care of you. As for teaming, it seems that teaming is not welcome here, only one person can Surviving, this determines that no one can truly unite, and can only make false claims, and be careful to stabbing a knife in the back." He slowly explained.

This is true. According to the rules, they can't really work together, because in the end it is a duel, no team can be completely fine.

What's more, the rules are very clear, no permanent damage is allowed, no lethality is allowed, everyone can find a weapon, as long as the weapon hits the opponent's vital point, it is considered a kill.

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

These weapons have attracted many people.

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

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

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

He looked like a bastard, but he was the weakest among this group of people.

Unfortunately, he didn't know.

Picking up the machete, he chopped it casually.

"Hey hey! The feel of this knife is the same as the real one." He shouted excitedly.Then waved wildly.

He even touched the blade with his hands.

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

Sprinkled on the ground.

"Blood!" Everyone was surprised.

They thought that this weapon did no harm.It turned out not to be the case. When the cut was over, the entire finger was bleeding and blood was spilled.

But they could see that the bones were not broken, but there was damage in a circle, blood was spilled, only the outer skin and the outermost muscles were cut.The deep bones and muscles inside were not damaged.

At this time, they were relieved.

Just looking at this weapon, everyone has a guilty conscience.

They don't know what will happen next, but it is necessary to do a real fight with a real sword. If this is slashed with a knife, even if it is not dead, it is a blood man.

Now, the thoughts of playing just now are completely gone.

Edward Scissorhands looked at the weapon above curiously, very curious, and then grabbed one and tried it a bit.

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

It's just that the wound is real, it will bleed and it will hurt.

"It's really high-tech, 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 Reaper beside him didn't care about this 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 moved closer together.

Also divided into three gangs.

Two groups are organized, and one group is stragglers.

It seems that war is about to start at any time.

They know that they must play a game today.