The elites of the Lionheart Club wearing black combat uniforms stared at the corner of the wall.
In fact, he had always known that there was a person from the student union squatting there on the other side of the passage from him, but the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not fight each other, because their ambush had the same target - that person
"S" level!
But just now there was a scream from the other corner, and then there was no movement. Damn it, that guy was stabbed in the back?
Are the people in the student union such idiots? They were killed quietly without any resistance.
It felt like death was streaking across the darkness. Before the dying person could speak, the deadly scythe took away the dying words and life, which made people shudder.
The elite of the Lionheart Society took the lead in sticking the black Uzi gun out of the corner. His head was hidden behind the gun, and his eyes moved slowly bit by bit, trying to see the figure of the sneak attacker.
Sudden!
He could only see a flash of bright white light, the sharp tip of the knife was lifted up quickly, and his Uzi was sent flying far away. He didn't even have time to think about whether to pull out the Colt from his waist.
Or a tactical folding knife, which was already placed across his neck.
The sharp tip of the knife was pressed against the flesh in front of his throat. If it was moved forward a little, it could easily pierce his Adam's apple and take away his life.
He didn't even dare to swallow his saliva or take a breath. He could only hold his breath and glanced down uncontrollably, whereupon he saw his trembling reflection on the mirror-like blade.
The figure holding a knife slowly walked out from the corner. He looked at the Lionheart Club elite with a smile, but he uttered devilish words in his mouth.
"Admit defeat, or...send your life?"
"Admit... admit defeat."
After the man left, the elite of the Lion Heart Club collapsed on the ground as if his strength had been drained. In the cold autumn of October, huge beads of sweat could not stop appearing on his forehead, one after another.
The ground hit the smooth granite floor, forming a steaming puddle.
Only now did he realize how ridiculous it was in his mind to fantasize about becoming the pinnacle figure of the academy by becoming an "S" class!
Is this the pressure from the "S" class? Is this a strong man who can slay a dragon alone? He has never smelled such a strong smell of blood from Caesar or Chu Zihang.
The smile on the corner of that man's mouth was like a curved scythe that excites the soul and kills the soul. Once he chooses the wrong option, it seems that the only thing that envelopes him is...death!
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The Lionheart Club team in the dense forest has quietly sneaked into the entrance of this oak forest. The next step is a particularly critical moment, because the towering church in front is their important target.
Occupying a higher field of view has always been one of the most important decisive conditions for the battle between the two armies. The captain of this three-person team of the Lion Heart Club is a junior senior, Elvis Carman, who has participated in two Liberty Games.
One day, he became a veteran with great combat experience.
"On the top of the church in front, there must be guys from the student union ambushing there!" Elvis said firmly, hiding behind a large oak tree.
"How can the captain see this?" A junior student from the same team hid behind another giant tree in the distance and asked in a low voice.
"I can smell it, the air is filled with the smell of conspiracy!" A trace of solemnity flashed in Elvis's eyes.
The Lionheart Club has always been weak compared to the Student Union in terms of numbers. This is a fatal natural disadvantage. Therefore, the Student Union can allocate more people to control various important strongholds in the college, such as the library, the church roof, the cafeteria...
Elvis fell in the "canteen battle" last year, and he still remembers it.
How could you forget?
As the pioneer of the stormtroopers, as soon as he pushed open the white door of the canteen, dark figures poured in from all directions, and the black muzzles of the guns were pointed directly at him, as if he had fallen into a animal trap.
reindeer, crimson bullets burst into brilliant fireworks on his body.
He was shot into a hornet's nest by those insidious villains from the student union!
Then the anesthetic in Frigga's bullet took effect and he completely lost consciousness.
By the time he was awakened, the sunset was already high in the sky. His companions were all sitting on the steps of the cafeteria. The pride of the Lionheart Club on everyone's face seemed to be reflected by the man named Caesar.
The noble son of Tusuo trampled him down to the point where he was worthless.
Night has not yet come, but the gloominess on their faces seems darker than the night.
That night, Norton Hall, which belonged to the victors, was bright all night long, and cheers spread throughout Cassel College, but the Lionheart Club was silent as death.
The next day, Professor Manstein specifically criticized Caesar for filling the swimming pool with champagne to celebrate, causing the swimming pool to freeze and crack, but the Lionheart Club did not feel happy at all.
The humiliation caused by defeat can only be washed away by victory!
This year, the Lion Heart Club has Chu Zihang who is super "A" grade. He is no longer the ignorant little reindeer he was before. Elvis is very confident.
"Lionheart will win!"
He thought he was very passionate and howled loudly, and when he was about to raise his gun and lead the troops to break out of the church from the side, a deep sigh came from behind him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, senior. Although I understand your reluctance, the Lion Heart Club may not be able to win this year..."
Elvis and the other two members of the team suddenly turned around, and behind them... there was no one!
The leaves on the trees were still, but the dead leaves on the ground seemed to be blown by a sudden wind. There seemed to be a ghost hidden in the dense forest that none of them could see, a ghost that did not exist in the world at all...
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"Who?" the girl from the Lion Heart Club bravely asked deep into the jungle.
"I."
The sound rang in her ears, and the sharp sword light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The shadow of the sword seemed to be carrying an overwhelming momentum and fell heavily from the top of her head. The blade, which was like a thin line, almost instantly lifted her pretty face from the position of a beautiful woman.
Divided into two.
But the sharp blade suddenly stopped just before it was about to cut her open, and suddenly stopped an inch in front of her nose, glowing with a cold and dazzling white light.
"Senior sister, you are out."
After saying these words, the man turned away and disappeared. Cold sweat had soaked her body tightly wrapped in combat uniform. The girl from the Lion Heart Club just sat slumped on the dead leaves and branches, unable to recover for a long time.
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"Damn it!" Elvis reacted first. He quickly raised the Uzi and shot at the figure that suddenly appeared and then disappeared behind the tree, but the bullet only left a blood-red trace on the tree trunk.
"ah!"
A familiar scream sounded from the right side of Elvis. He turned around and saw that another companion had dazzling bullet marks on his neck and his body had crashed to the ground.
"Senior, we are the only two left here."
A faint voice came from in front of him, as if the instinct of fear had driven his body. Before Elvis could even think about it, the Colt on his other hand had already made a sound.
However, what made him even more desperate was that after a harsh friction sound, the bright red Frigga bullet was actually split in half by a ray of silver light, and a bloody mist filled the air.
The man in front of him stepped towards him step by step through the red mist and stepped on the dead leaves. The familiar figure that was on fire at the Night Watch Forum was as terrifying as a devil at this moment.