The Black Tornado finally started running. He took a big step, crossed the gravel tiles, and bullets rubbed against the soles of his shoes, and holes were drilled on the ground. The black Tornado's mouth was sprayed with white heat, like an ancient steam locomotive. He turned around and drilled into the corridor. A bullet passed through his back and cut off a small tree as thick as a teacup in the waist.

The gravedigger drove his huge body and chased after him.

The black whirlwind rushed across the corridor, and the teaching building was in front of him. He raised his hand that was not holding a bag, as if signaling me to prepare to push the bronze statue down.

A gunshot, and his hand suddenly disappeared.

The black whirlwind was crooked and almost fell down. It was originally the place where his arms were now only a bloody piece.

The robot chased after him with great strides. Its muzzle was smoking.

Another string of bullets shot out, and the black whirlwind jumped up like an electric shock, hit the guardrail of the corridor, bounced back, and fell to the ground, and a blood-red piece quickly spread under his body.

One of his legs was twisting at strange angles.

This child can no longer run like flying.

The robot is laughing.

Haha. It's a hoarse sound caused by metal friction.

The black whirlwind struggled on the ground, and he twisted on the ground with his incomplete body.

The robot put away the gun and watched with interest as the seriously injured man crawling on the ground.

The black whirlwind finally climbed under the windowsill, and behind him was a long bloodstain of about ten meters.

How long has he crawled? One minute? In my eyes, it is as long as a century.

The robot stepped on his broken limb and crushed it hard, maybe because he wanted to hear his howling in pain.

Black Tornado looked up at the windowsill.

The robot was alert and its hemispherical sighting device began to rotate upwards.

You can just see a half-body bronze statue, hitting its camera with a thunderous momentum.

The bronze statue of a literary master smashed a half-meter-high spark on the robot's head.

If Mr. Lu Xun had a spirit in heaven, he would not have thought that he would make such a great contribution after his death.

The robot is dancing wildly, it is a spiral dance that has lost its sense of balance. It knocks the bullet out of nothing, but none of it can hit the target, and its sighting device is destroyed.

However, this is not over.

It threw away the machine gun and used both hands to support the crooked sight device. Can it fix the sight device? Before I could think of this, a sudden light of inspiration appeared in my mind, and I thought of another thing.

The body of an adult, falling from the height of a four-story building, should have a considerable lethality?

Maybe I should calm down, go back to the debris room, and leave with the injured student.

But I couldn't calm down at all. Looking at the black whirlwind that had been stepped on so much that I couldn't calm down at all.

He actually asked the students to charge forward, but he stayed here safely! Is this still a teacher?!

So, the second thing that hit the robot was myself.

After the heavy impact, I lost consciousness.

Before I fell into a coma, I actually had a lot to say to Black Tornado.

For example, about that novice.

Just the night before "Judgement Day", I met Xiaobai in front of a hotel. At that time, she was supporting the drunk principal's son and came out of the hotel.

When she stuffed the principal's son into the taxi, she saw me with a pale face.

She seemed to panic, but soon calmed down again. She said something to the driver and stuffed a ticket to the driver.

The principal's son poked out his greasy face from the car window, rubbed against the back of her hand, and kissed her neck again. She did not hide.

After the car left, she walked towards me.

"It's rare. I've met here. I'm here to have fun?" she asked me.

"We are a classmate party tonight and pass by here." I sighed, "I didn't expect to meet you here. You haven't talked to me for several days. Where did you go to the one you who chatted with me every night?"

"I'm not interested in chatting with you anymore," she said dryly.

Yes, she was not interested in chatting with me. When she first came to this school, she shouted at my brother in a short time, pestering me every day, begging me to teach piano, the girl who asked me to live in the past. Yes, I was just a little person.

"I didn't expect you to rely on the principal's son." I said.

"The word 'dao' is too ugly, right? You can be together when you get along." She took out a cigarette box from somewhere, took out a cigarette, and held it in her mouth.

This is what the "holy" and "pure" Xiaobai really looks like.

I sighed, “When did you learn to smoke?”

"I'll do it long ago." She vomited a cigarette ring and looked very skillful.

"But..." I wanted to say something, but she interrupted me.

"There's nothing to say. Goodbye." She didn't even look at me, turned around and walked out, leaving me with a back in a white dress.

This back gradually blurred in my tears. No, how could it be? I am already a great man, so why would I still cry?

"This school prohibits early love!" I shouted loudly in the direction she was heading away.

She probably can't hear it, right?

On the second day of "Judgement Day", when the gravediggers massacre in school, I hid in the utility room with my unconscious classmates in my arms.

I heard someone knocking heavily on the door. When I opened the door, I saw Xiaobai's staggering figure in a white dress appearing at the door. When I saw her tearful eyes flowing out of her eyes, I just gently said something from my mouth: "The space here is too small to accommodate you."

Then, I closed the door.

I didn't even open the door if she knocked outside the door, let her cry, scream, and curse.

"The little white I know is dead."

This is my last conversation with Xiaobai and my ex-girlfriend.

The heavy footsteps rang below, and then slowly moved upwards along the direction of the stairs. The gravedigger went up the stairs, and I could even hear it changing the magazine and preparing to start a new round of strafing.

Xiaobai outside the door finally gave up knocking on the door, and the gravedigger also went upstairs.

I heard the gunshot, Xiaobai screamed, and then the sound of something falling to the ground...

The blood-stained white cloth pulled from her white skirt should have been left by the gravedigger when she dragged her down the stairs.

After all, I have to thank Xiaobai. Because she attracted the attention of the gravedigger, the gravedigger did not check the upstairs again, so that classmate and I could escape the disaster.

It may be the favor of the God of Luck.

I broke the robot's control system when I jumped off the building, and it was completely damaged.

After that, after some time, a search force from the surviving human organization passed by here and found us.
Chapter completed!