"Never underestimate anyone, not even the one you think is the most cowardly, incompetent, and least threatening."

In the upper echelons of the mental hospital, Qiye pulled the knife out of a patient's neck, turned his head, and said lightly to the stunned man.

There were dead bodies all around.

It's all a girl's handiwork.

With the swing of the wooden knife, the group of psychos that surrounded them turned into corpses.

I have to say that the combat effectiveness of the senior sister can indeed be said to be the top among ordinary people.

But it is clear that combat experience is still insufficient.

Isn't a patient in a wheelchair necessarily not threatening?

Maybe this is the case for ordinary people, but for this group of patients who have been tested and modified, even if the body is cut off in half, in a short time, they may get up and bite you.

In a sense, these guys can no longer be regarded as people.

"I'm sorry, my fault."

Yanzi nodded solemnly, his sword hand clenched, obviously remembering this.

Nanaya glanced at her and nodded slightly.

The work of the executioner can be said to be against the reincarnators of the entire infinite world, standing in opposition to everyone.

If you're not careful, you may not even know how you died.

………………

"Never...... Underestimating others...... Stupid! ”

Such a voice came from his ears, causing Zhang Chun's pupils to shrink suddenly.

Chest, was slammed into the chest.

The powerful force made the unprepared otaku lean back, and the pistol in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand.

In terms of physical fitness, the two of them are actually half a pound and eight taels.

But with mental calculations or unintentionalities, the side that was caught off guard naturally fell into disadvantage in an instant.

What's more, Zhang Chun still has a wound on his body.

With a successful blow, Zhai Cheng didn't look at Zhang Chun who flew out upside down, but stared at the pistol that flew to the side.

Ignoring the embarrassment, he rolled on the ground with the posture of rushing out, stretched out his palm, and accurately used the fallen pistol.

Who says high school students can't do it?

If you're in a hurry, rabbits will bite too!

Zhang Chun wanted him to die, how could he do it obediently.

Cowardice does not mean that there are no brains, what Zhang Chun can think of, Zha Cheng can naturally think of.

Never feel like your IQ is superior, idiot!

Zhai Cheng sneered, holding the gun, and just wanted to turn around, but there was a sudden stabbing pain in his waist.

Zhang Chun gritted his teeth and plunged the folding saber into the back of Zha Cheng.

"I'll give you the same back what I said just now, idiot."

Zhang Chun gritted his teeth and glared at Ito viciously.

Pull out the saber, insert it again, pull it out again, insert it again......

After stabbing more than a dozen times in a row, Zhang Chun stopped his movements out of breath, held the knife, and knelt on the ground.

The wound, which had already coagulated, ruptured again, and the bandage on the otaku's back was red with blood again.

Lowering his head and looking at Makoto Ito, who was lying in a pool of blood, he gave a fierce 'puff' and picked up the pistol that had fallen to the side.

There's no way, the bait is gone, so you can only break through.

After this incident, Zhang Chun almost put away his little cleverness.

Don't always think of others as stupid.

The otaku understood this, grabbed the pistol, and returned to the corner.

Fortunately, the sound just now was not too loud, and it was not noticed by the chef in the distance.

His head was slightly dizzy, a symptom of excessive blood loss, and he could feel that the wound on his back was constantly oozing blood.

He can't wait any longer, if he drags on any longer, he may not be able to leave this place at all.

However, if he just went out like this, with the current state and the pistol with only five bullets in his hand, Zhang Chun felt that the odds of winning were really not high.

With a turn of his gaze, Zhang Chun looked at Makoto Ito's corpse.

"Waste utilization."

With a sneer in his mouth, Zhang Chun ignored the blood and hugged Zhai Cheng from the pool of blood.

With all his strength, he threw the opponent's not heavy body into the middle of the passage.

Boom~!

There was a thud when the corpse landed.

The chef, who was enjoying his meal, was stunned for a moment, looking at the fresh corpse that suddenly appeared in his sight.

The chaotic mind left him with no extra brain capacity to think about the reason for the appearance of the corpse, and the chef looked at Makoto Ito's corpse, and after a moment of froze in his mind, there was only one thought - food was delivered to the door again.

Zla~!

Habitually dragging the chainsaw, the chef swallowed a piece of liver in his mouth, and staggered towards this direction.

Behind the corner, Zhang Chun nervously watched the chef's movements, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, held the gun, and remained motionless.

The timing is only for a moment.

Closing his eyes, Zhang Chun's mind was thinking about the scene when his father took him to practice shooting.

Stability – the most important thing now is stability.

Bang~

The sound of footsteps came to his ears, Zhang Chun opened his eyes, held a gun in both hands, and jumped out from behind the corner.

Take aim – pull the trigger!

Bang~!

A gunshot rang out.

Bullets are fired from the muzzle of the gun, spanning a very short distance, and accurately entering the ...... on the shoulders of the chef.

"Oops, awful."

The protagonist's aura or something, it didn't break out at all, but it was bad luck, and at that moment just now, he made a joke with Zhang Chun.

The moment he fired, he fainted from excessive blood loss and his hands trembled...... Hands shaking?!

imagined how ideal and beautiful it was, but when it turned out, it always dropped the chain at a critical moment...... Perhaps, this is a common problem of the majority of otaku?

"I'm going to eat you!"

In a trance, a foul smell hit, accompanied by a hoarse voice, and the chef's terrifying face stained with blood suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Chun.

"Ah——!!h

With an exclamation, the otaku quickly retreated.

Unable to maintain the calm state of mind before, Zhang Chun raised the pistol in a panic, and the bullets were shot out one after another as if he didn't want money.

I thought about not wasting a single thought before, and I didn't know which country I was thrown into.

He kept pressing the trigger until the pistol made a sound of empty shells clicking, and Zhang Chun suddenly realized that he had shot all the bullets in the instant just now.

And the chef is not dead yet!

"Why is this happening?"

Looking at the smiling madman in front of him in disbelief, Zhang Chun turned his head and wanted to run away desperately.

Zha-woo-

The sound of a chainsaw starting.

Zhang Chun, who was running, had an empty right foot.

Poof.

The whole body fell to the ground.

"Ahh!!h

A heart-rending scream came from the otaku's mouth.

A bloody broken leg fell to the ground not far away.

Large strands of blood shot out from the base of Zhang Chun's thigh and sprayed on the ground, forming a pool of blood in just a short moment.

"Ahh

The screams came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Chun's neck was choked and lifted from the ground.

The chef's sinister face appeared before his eyes.

"Food."

Before losing consciousness, these were the last two words Zhang Chun heard.