Ouranos War Academy, there are no normal people now, they are all crazy, outright crazy, standing on the playground and looking at everyone unscrupulously, those guys who want to be engineers like weak chickens, and those guys who want to develop weapons look at these violent maniacs, and they all have a sense of horror.

They're all crazy, look at that guy in prison uniform, he's a serious escape, isn't he crazy?

Next to him, there stood a group of people, all kinds of strange guys, their eyes staring at the people next to them, as if they were choosing people and devouring fierce beasts, staring at each other, full of hostility.

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

Because that's a nightmare.

It's such a group of people, all gathered together, they seem to have found a home, as if they have found hope in life, and they look listless one by one.

But now, the dragon is alive, and there is a bit of hideousness in his eyes.

"It's a good 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 he is going to skin them and cramp, carefully looking at every inch of skin, and carefully smelling the smells nearby.

In the crowd, the uncle was still relatively normal, so he found a corner and sat down, as if nothing had anything to do with him, nibbling on the hamburger in the package and drinking a can of Coke.

Don't look at these are all fat house happy products, but in fact, they are very high-calorie foods, and for a long-term wanderer, they are the best food.

Don't keep saying that the people of the United States give hamburgers and coke to the homeless, that is the food that the homeless eat.

It's not like that at all, the main reason for the homeless to eat this is to replenish calories, and if you come to such a meal, you won't starve to death for at least two days.

That's the most basic requirement.

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

Things are different for everyone and serve different purposes.

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

Sitting and eating is in itself a replenishment of energy.

It was as if he was sitting there as the prisoner walked by.

"My name is Jack the Ripper, would you be interested in getting to know him? 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 am not mistaken, I sent you in more than ten years ago, and you still came 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 at any time.

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

Jack the Ripper didn't care, sat down next to him, and pulled a scalpel out of his arms.

"It's a pity, you back then were completely different from you now, you were amazing in combat back then, a battle maniac, you dared to fight with the gang alone, and finally killed the opponent, it seems to be called a god of death, right?"

"It's a pity that you were back then, definitely not the current you, you look at your thin physique now, you can't go head-to-head with me, right? At least the food in the prison is still good. He had the heart to tease.

The Grim Reaper on the other side glanced at him again.

"I don't bother to pay attention to you, as long as you get here, all your charges will be offset by your military exploits, I have no obligation to take care of you, as for the matter of teaming, it seems that teaming up is not welcome here, only one person can survive, which determines that no one can really unite, only be false and wronged, 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 showdown, and no team can be completely fine.

What's more, the rules are written very clearly, permanent damage is not allowed, death is not allowed, everyone can look for weapons, as long as the weapon hits the opponent's vital point, it is considered killed.

Each of them could see that there was a rack of weapons around here, with all kinds of weapons on it, and it looked like it was made of foam, but it didn't seem to be the same.

These weapons attracted quite a few people.

They looked at the limp weapon, and they didn't pay much attention.

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

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

He looked like a thug, the weakest of the bunch.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know.

Picking up the machete, he slashed casually.

"Oops, hey, this knife feels the same as a real knife. He shouted excitedly. And then wave it around.

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 didn't think it did any harm. It didn't turn out 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 there were injuries in a circle, blood was spilled, and only the outer epidermis and the outermost layer of muscles were cut. The deep bones and muscles inside are not damaged.

At this time, they were relieved.

Just looking at this weapon, everyone's heart is empty.

They don't know what will happen next, but it is necessary to do a real job, and if this is slashed on the body, even if you don't die, you will be a bloody man.

Now, the mind of playing just now is completely gone.

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

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

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

"Is it 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 Grim Reaper beside him didn't care about any of this, he just sat like this, as if waiting for something.

In the crowd, there was a gradual commotion, and groups of people formed a group and slowly approached each other.

It was also divided into three gangs.

Two organized gangs, and one straggler.

It seems like war is about to start at any moment.

They knew that they had to fight today.