There is no normal person at Uranus War Academy now. They are all crazy people, completely crazy people. They stand on the playground and look at everyone unscrupulously. Those weak guys who want to be engineers and those who want to develop weapons feel terrified when they look at these violent tyrants.

They are all crazy people. Look at the guy who came in prison uniform. He was a serious escape from prison. How could he not be a crazy person?

Next to him, there were a group of people, all kinds of strange guys. They stared at the people beside them, just like choosing people to eat ferocious beasts, 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.

It was such a group of people who gathered together. They seemed to have found their homes and hope for people to live. They looked listless one by one.

But now, he is full of vitality and has a bit of hideousness in his eyes.

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

They are not normal people. The boy in prison uniform kept looking at everyone, as if he was going to peel them and get cramps. He looked at every inch of his skin carefully and smelled the smell nearby.

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

Although these are all fat people’s happiness, they are actually very high-calorie foods. For a long-term wanderer, they are the best foods.

Don’t always say that Americans give hamburgers and coke to homeless people, that’s the food that only homeless people eat.

It’s not that much at all. The main reason for homeless people to eat is to replenish calories. If you have such a meal, you will not starve to death for at least two days.

This is the most basic requirement.

They do not treat high-calorie foods as burdens, but rather the best tonic.

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

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

Sitting and eating is a way of replenishing energy.

It seemed as if he was watching him sitting there, the prisoner walked over.

"My name is Jack the Ripper. Are you interested in getting to know each other? It seems that fighting alone is not a good idea at this time." He and the uncle said.

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

After waiting for a long time, I said, "If I remember correctly, I sent you in more than ten years ago. You came to me to cooperate. Are you not 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, and disdain for an opponent who has already developed a key problem.

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

"It's a pity that you were completely different from you now. You were amazingly powerful in the past. You fought madman and dared to fight with a gang alone. In the end, you killed all your opponents. It seemed like you were called Death God, right?"

"It's a pity that you were definitely not the one you now. Look at your thin physique now, you can't fight with me alone, right? At least the food in the prison is still good." He had the intention to tease.

The god of death across the street looked at him again.

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. As long as you get here, all your crimes will be offset by military achievements. I have no obligation to take care of you anymore. As for team formation, it seems that team formation is not welcome here. Only one person can survive. This determines that no one can truly unite, and they can only be fooled and be careful of stabbing the knife in the back." He explained slowly.

This is true. According to the rules, they have no way to truly work together, because in the end they will have a duel, and there will be no team to be completely fine.

What's more, the rules are well written. Permanent damage is not allowed or death is not allowed. Everyone can find weapons. As long as the weapon hits the opponent's vital point, it is considered to be killed.

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

These weapons attracted a lot of people.

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

Can this thing hurt people? I guess there is no texture.

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

He looked like a gangster, the weakest among this group of people.

Unfortunately, he didn't know.

He picked up the machete and chopped it casually.

"Hey hey! The feel of this knife is the same as that of a real knife." He shouted excitedly, then waved it randomly.

He even touched the blade with his hands.

Just as his hand touched the blade, people saw a bunch of blood splattering.

Sprinkled on the ground.

"Blood!" Everyone was surprised.

They thought this weapon had no damage. The result was not like this. When it was cut, the fingers were bleeding and blood was spilled.

But they could see that the bones were not broken, but they could hurt them just by surrounding them. Blood was spilling, but the outer skin and outermost muscles were cut. The deep muscles and muscles inside were not damaged.

Now, they felt relieved.

Just looking at this weapon, everyone felt guilty.

They don’t know what will happen next, but it is necessary to do a real fight. If they slash them on their bodies, even if they don’t die, they will be a bloody man.

Now, the fun was completely gone.

Edward looked at the weapon on it curiously, and was very curious, and then he picked up a handful and tried it out.

Gently touch your body and find that this will cut the wound, but it will only be a slight injury and will not cause them to be really injured.

But this wound is also real, it will bleed and hurt.

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

He really wanted to start a killing, and he really wanted to enjoy the pleasure of this kind of killing.

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

The God of Death around him didn't care about these things at all. He just sat like this, as if waiting for something.

In the crowd, commotion gradually began, and groups of people formed a group and slowly approached together.

It was also divided into three gangs.

Two groups of organized men and a group of scattered soldiers were on the verge of brave men.

It seems that the war is about to start at any time.
Chapter completed!