Stan shouted with a dagger in both hands and walked slowly towards the old dean, a little farther away Stan before he could see what the other party was doing against the wall.

As Stan approaches, a flickering pistol appears in his field of vision.

Stan is startled at first, but looks to the ground to realize that it is his pistol.

There were only seven bullets in one magazine, and he had already fired them all, and Stan breathed a sigh of relief and moved on.

The old dean glanced at the tail of the bullet at this moment, and the primer of the bullet butt was clearly visible.

Of course, Stan saw it when the old dean saw it.

Stan does see a bullet, and Stan himself wonders why there is another one.

Helpless, Stan rushes to the old man and must end his life immediately.

With trembling hands, the old man loaded the bullet into the magazine.

They were all 9mm caliber pistol bullets, which were tightly stuffed into the old man's mouth and did not forget to say: "Hallelujah." ”

By the time he shoved the magazine into his pistol, Stan was only half a meter away from the old man.

Of course, there were other deans who noticed the old man's actions, and almost at the last moment, they pounced on the old man to block the fatal impact.

When Stan sees someone rushing up to stop him, he can only take a knife and kill him.

Wasting a little time, Stan intends to attack again.

Behind him, two deans came, and they grabbed their front and back feet.

Stan turns around and gets his hands straight down, one on his left and one on his right.

The old dean struggled to load, then raised his gun and pointed it at Stan, who was getting up at the moment.

The distance between the pistol and Stan is no more than three meters, and the old dean recalls the image of himself practicing his gun when he was a soldier.

These images came to mind, and he was not the most accurate shooter in the army.

The old dean understood that the pistol could hit the enemy at a distance of twenty meters, and it was already a sharpshooter, and the effective range would not exceed fifty meters. I was not very good at this grade, and I could only barely pass.

But at this moment, the enemy was only three meters away from him, and the old dean shouted: "God, bless, me"

The trigger pulls down, and the gun shoots at Stan's head.

Stan leaps to his feet and stabs the old dean forward with both hands.

The bullet is shot into Stan's head, or more accurately through his left eye, and then ejects from his jawbone.

Piercing half of Stan's face, Stan pressed the old dean and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Seeing that the old dean and Stan are silent, everyone begins to cheer and jump.

Then a bold man stepped forward and moved Stan away to see if something had happened to the old dean.

Stan's two daggers are stuck in the old dean's body, and the old dean's eyes are still wide open.

Stan's body, on the other hand, has a small half of his body left.

It was all over and everyone began to cheer and rejoice.

But the voices in the hall were not as good as before, and there were less than thirteen of the twenty-eight deans left at the moment.

They gathered around, intending to celebrate the victory in this war.

The crowd worked together to kill an apostle, and of course the so-called combined forces seemed so ridiculous.

While everyone is still celebrating, Stan's facial wound is healing.

Stan pounces on the old man, with an eerie arc that causes only his eyes and jaw to be pierced. It didn't hurt him, and Stan regained a little consciousness.

The wound healed to the cheers of the crowd, but none of the deans saw his condition.

Stan, who is blind in his left eye, begins to reach out and pull the dagger from the old dean, observing the crowd through his right eye, which he can still see.

When someone thought of the dagger and was about to put it away, he saw that there was nothing on the old dean on the ground.

Stan leaps out and frantically attacks the remaining circle of deans.

The hand is up and down, clean and neat.

After a wave, there were few deans still standing on the ground.

Only three scattered in almost three directions.

Stan adjusts his body, chasing them one by one.

......

Harry put on all his clothes on top, making sure all the joints were sealed.

A man struggled to turn on the oxygen system, and Harry, who stood up, walked slowly to the sliding door.

On top of the sliding door, which didn't have a handle, Harry saw a small hook.

Harry glanced back at the wide-open, circular closed door, and thought about himself putting on a chemical suit and letting the group all die from the fallout.

"Don't blame me, I can't help it. Harry shouted to himself. Hooked the hook with his little finger and pulled the door hard.

I remember that it was a little difficult to push when I came in and I came in, and it was obviously more difficult to pull at the moment.

It took Harry all his strength to open a gap, and Harry immediately thrust his hand into it.

Then he leaned back with both hands and leaned back to open the door of the toilet.

As soon as he pulled it away, Harry blocked the door with an oxygen cylinder.

What Harry saw outside at this moment surprised Harry.

Nothing happened, and the whole bathroom was like when I first came in.

Harry stepped out of the room and walked in the bathroom.

It doesn't look like a place that has been damaged by a nuclear bomb at all, and Stan walks down the hallway.

Even walked into the hall, which was really scary in front of me.

There was a deep crater in the ground, but there was no sign of charring.

The big pit was as if someone had made it, and there was not even a cordon around it.

Harry took off his hood to make sure there was no smell of gunsmoke at all.

The buildings are almost intact except for the large pit in the ground, what the hell is going on?

Puzzled, Harry tried to get out of here, but there was another sound underground.

Twenty or thirty people can't beat an apostle who only has healing powers, right?

Harry began to turn back to the bathroom, taking off his belongings as he went.

Harry was the first to take off a heavy oxygen cylinder, followed by a crappy oversized hazmat suit.

Completely out of the hazmat suit, Harry didn't feel good.

From the restroom back to the private room, Harry walked to the closed door that led to the underground.

Harry shouted at the closed door, "Did you kill him?"

"Did you kill him?"

"Is he?"

......

Stan sticks the dagger into the chest of the last living man, and he accomplishes the feat of killing twenty-eight middle-aged and elderly people by himself. Of course, a gun and two daggers were used, but they also received a terrible price.

"Did you kill him?"

Harry's voice reverberated through the hall, tugging and echoing in a loop.

Stan frantically rushes up the ladder, climbing up ten meters in height.

Harry leaned out to look at the entrance of the cave, revealing someone in the reddened underground light.

It was a man who was rapidly climbing upward, and his entire face was covered in blood. A plagran left eye with a bluish glow in the right eye proves that he is Stan.