"How can there be an alarm? Could it be a dragon invasion? Ah, they're dragons, so they should be able to fly......"

Lu Mingfei was alone with his mind wide open, and he hadn't realized how quickly his own three views were established. Guderian jumped to his feet and cursed: "Damn! I forgot what day it was...... Find a bunker and hide! Oh damn ......"

Masashi Toyama also looked solemn, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and he changed the gun PPK to a magazine.

But it seems that it is already a bit late. A group of men in black tight-fitting combat uniforms rushed out of a building, and the muscle school workers who had been repairing the windows waved their arms as if to stop them, but they were immediately hit by the M4 series guns in their hands, splashing a string of blood on their bodies and falling to the ground in vain.

On the other side, another group of people in red tight combat uniforms rushed out and immediately started a fierce shootout with those in black combat uniforms.

The real rain of bullets has completely dumbfounded Lu Mingfei, and every few seconds someone will fall to the ground and become part of the battlefield because of a bullet, and the bullets will leave black bullet holes in the beautiful and quiet buildings. Fortunately, Masashi Toyama pulled him and Guderian to crouch down, otherwise the sudden barrage of light machine gun fire would have been more than just grazing their scalps.

“onlysh、it！ The current student council president is called Caesar, right? If he takes my class, I'll make him regret it! ”

Several people hid in the hallway and curled up in a ball, and Professor Guderian did not forget to wave his arms and shout a few times. While Lu Mingfei was hiding, he didn't forget to complain in his heart that this old man was really funny, and at this time, he was still in the mood to care about course selection or something. Caesar? Could this guy be the Emperor crossing? Or the president of the student council? What kind of academy is this!

But before Guderian could say more, several dangerous stray bullets shot through the gap straight into his fluffy and sloppy white hair, and a splash of blood bloomed from close range.

"You take this, remember to protect yourself."

Masashi Toyama didn't care about Guderian, who had fallen silently in front of him, but instead pressed him on Lu Mingfei as a cover, and stuffed the modified PPK into Lu Mingfei's hand again.

"Professor Guderian probably wants to tell you at the end, 'Remember to choose a good course'......"

With a little regret, five or six more bullets hit him in the back, and the counselor of the Kassel Academy threw himself into the street with Guderian.

The scene was so chaotic that it couldn't be more chaotic, Lu Mingfei stupidly looked at the two big living people who were still alive and kicking around before, and now they were motionless and pressed on him, the blood slowly stained his dark green school uniform, and with a trembling kung fu in his heart, a few more bullets hit the wall in front of him, making him tremble with fright. In a trance, a sentence came to my mind that I didn't know where I had read it before:

[I'm standing in foggy outer space drenched in bullet rain]

The artistic conception is very beautiful, but the physics teacher who was lecturing at the time expressed his disdain with his knowledge:

There is no sound in a vacuum, so it is difficult to get excited or frightened by silent movie-like scenes; There will also be no fog, and the dust will not be thick to that extent; Because it is weightless, the shooter himself will also retreat due to recoil, which means that it is almost impossible to fire a few more shots in one direction, and the hit rate is frighteningly low.

So, according to the physics teacher, it would be better to say, "I'm standing in starry outer space drenched in meteorite rain."

But Lu Mingfei now feels that the gunshots in his ears are not so clear, and the more audible sounds are the "buzzing" sound or silence when the tinnitus is presented, and the darkness caused by dust, black blood and a little faint blood is presented in front of him, and the whole body is loose and weak, really like floating in weightless and foggy outer space; The sideways bullets seemed to be satisfied after hitting two people, and occasionally those that flew from his side either deviated from him or were blocked by the human shield of Guderian and Masashi Toyama, and the poor accuracy was reminiscent of a series of bullets fired in outer space.

Ah, physics teacher, you must not have expected that you could actually rain bullets in foggy outer space, did you?

"Da Da Da-" "Bang-" "Group A!" The fire is suppressed here, call for reinforcements! "Bang-"

Among the many chaotic and noisy voices, he was the only one sitting on the ground in a daze, uneventful, and suddenly there was a sense of unreality, as if he was just watching a 3D movie. And coldly, someone patted him on the side.

Mercer bent his waist against the aisle wall and hurried over, with a hint of inexplicable excitement on the corner of his mouth, snatching the pistol from Lu Mingfei's hand with one hand, and dragging Lu Mingfei forward with the other hand.

"Follow me!"

In this way, when Lu Mingfei woke up from the fugue world, Mercer had already let go of the hand that was dragging him, and then under Lu Mingfei's gaze, he took out a headphone cable from his pocket and slowly put it on.

"Hey! Mercer, you ......"

Lu Mingfei's shout was only halfway through, and the bullets that flew directly made him have to shut up and lie down.

Pressing the play button in your pocket, a low, shrill murmur is followed by an electric guitar, bass, and a rhythmic and dynamic drum beat.

Each step of the drum is reminiscent of the heart pumping blood vigorously, through the large arteries, middle arteries, arteries to the capillaries of the whole body, and then through the venules, middle veins and large veins, pumping a huge amount of blood from the heart with a total volume of nearly 4,000ml in 20 seconds and flowing back back to complete a cycle.

A grand feat, a life-sustaining dependence, is made up of fist-sized organs and thin blood vessels -- just like this small electronic device, which can produce such moving music.

'Neversurrender', the battle soundtrack of Devil May Cry DMC, is so hot that it bursts.

Leaping high from behind cover to join the battle, Mercer pointed his gun in the air at a man in a black combat suit armed with an M4A1.

"self, medicating, craving, punishment

blaming, myself, for, a, world, on, fire (self-blame brings a burning world)"

With a strange hoarse whisper, Mercer then pulled the trigger, and the violent recoil once knocked Lu Mingfei upside down on the sofa, but the black light virus-reinforced body did not make the slightest ripple. On the contrary, the person who was shot was so strong that his head drove his body backwards and smashed to the ground.

"No, more, shame, no, more, pity

no, more (no more)~"

There was a pause in the exchange of fire between the red and black sides, and then more bullets were poured in his direction, intentionally or unintentionally, as if both sides had decided to quickly deal with the intruder first, and then decide the victory of the red and black sides.

"they, raise, from, the, ashes~

In this sentence, the low voice changes to a computer-synthesized mechanical and electronic sound, as if to herald the coming of the next high/tide. Faced with a large number of flying bullets, Mercer just took advantage of the fact that he was about to land and quietly made an ultra-short air dash, not only dodging a lot of bullets, but also grabbing a person as a cover shield.

"I, will, suffer, I, will, burn, let, hate, prevail"

The drums and instruments became more and more intense, and the electronic sound also turned into a suppressed roar, which made Mercer feel that his normally controllable body temperature could not help but rise with it, and his mouth also hummed softly, completely ignoring the several muzzles in front of him that poured fire.

"Enslaved, My, Soul, But, I'll, Never, Surrender~"

Before he could knock his captor unconscious with a knife, several Fliga bullets stained the man's chest and abdomen—but Mercer wasn't intent on just cowering. He lifted up the arm of the human sandbag in front of him, took a rough aim and pulled the trigger, and with a single blow he hit three or four people hiding behind half-cover.

"silent, words, from, a, bleeding, mouth"

The singing and drumming were muffled for a moment, and Mercer dropped the human sandbag after missing a magazine, and with his excellent dynamic eyesight and the body element that had been suppressed to fifty percent, he moved rapidly behind various covers.

"Swallow, pride, with, a, swollen, tongue"

Rolling, fluttering, kicking walls, wall running, jumping and flipping, Mercer shuttles between obstacles of different heights and sizes with a series of cool and unfancy stunts, and occasionally uses a few small bug-like air dashes to accelerate or change direction, dazzling the students in red or black combat uniforms on the opposite side, and the guns in their hands are full of ammunition and do not know where to shoot.

"Everything, is, nothing, life, in, a, shallow, grave (life is a small grave)~

too, ashamed, to, feel, joy (too ashamed to be happy), life, collecting, dust (life is like picking up dust)~"

Pulse Perception, a skill that had been almost useless since it was lit, finally showed its magical side, and with the emission and feedback of electrical and infrasound signals, a clear map of the environment appeared in his mind. The number of people, the possession of the guns, and the direction of the gaze were deliberately processed in less than two seconds, and Mercer dodged even faster, trying to find a chance to break the game in the rain of bullets.

A small repetition of the song is followed by a constant roar of "i'll, never, surrender". And the opportunity to break the game also comes when a small half of the people change magazines.

Jumping up and dashing through the air again, Mercer slammed directly into the glass of the second floor from the opposite side, and the broken wooden frame flew in tandem with the broken glass, reflecting the surprise of the people inside. He continued to stun and subdue him in the fire point on the second floor like the wind, and six or seven people fell in an instant.

As the drumbeat intensified, Mercer whistled, snatched a light machine gun from the ground, kicked away the gun carriage that was in the way, picked it up, and fired at the outside.

"never, surrender~"

A hoarse roar echoed through the headphones, and the sound of machine gun fire was even more agitated; The smoke of gunpowder cleared, and the simulated blood of the Fliga bullets also smelled of real rust; There were fewer and fewer people standing in the pulsed images in his head, and more and more people fell under his targeted heavy fire.

Until no one is around

(l~1`x*>+``+