The massacre on the playground continues.
Marathon has completely turned into a meat grinder.
He didn't care who he knocked down, he just sprinted back and forth where the crowd was the densest.
Lamplighter followed him, spitting out tongues of fire, and burned the students who were trying to huddle together for warmth into piles of coke.
They kill people just for efficiency.
This actually allowed Eddie, who was hiding on the edge, to save his life.
Eddie was kneeling in the muddy water, half of his body hidden behind an overturned trash can.
He was shaking all over, but he couldn't even care about being afraid at the moment.
Through the small viewfinder, he saw money, saw promotions and salary increases, and saw himself standing on the podium of Pulitzer Prize.
Big news.
This is big news that can go down in history.
At this moment, the camera swept across a green belt behind the rostrum.
Eddie caught a familiar figure with sharp eyes.
It's principal Doug.
Doug did not rush around like other faculty and staff.
He stood on the steps and took out a submachine gun from somewhere. He clenched it with both hands and held the muzzle level.
Eddie couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Even if Vought's Superheroes is crazy, the president of this university is actually willing to stand up to protect the students.
If this material is photographed, it will definitely add a lot of color to the news.
Doug pulled the trigger.
The gun's muzzle spurted out fiery tongues of flame.
The dense bullets did not shoot at Lamplighter, but like a big net, ruthlessly swept into the group of students below who were trying to escape over the wall.
The backs of the young boys who were at the front instantly exploded with blood, and they screamed and rolled down the slope.
Eddie was stunned on the spot, with his mouth wide open, looking through the camera as the good principal of the people emptied the magazine with a smile, then replaced it with a new magazine and continued to shoot at the students.
The screams and gunshots above our heads penetrated the thick cement layer and entered the laboratory.
The atmosphere in the room was eerily quiet.
Godolkin leaned on the leather chair with his eyes closed, his fingers tapping gently on his knees.
Neuman crossed his arms and stared at the live broadcast on the screen.
Mesmer was chewing potato chips.
The three of them looked as usual, obviously they had already gotten the script for this big drama.
Only Marge, who was standing by the door, changed his expression.
As she listened to the cries coming from above, her hands hanging by her sides clenched little by little.
Marge doesn't think he is a good person.
She used to work under Edgar, and she helped Vought handle a lot of shady and dirty work, and she got a lot of blood on her hands.
But she kills people who deserve to be killed or who have conflicts of interest, not this kind of unilateral slaughterhouse.
Her conscience told her that if she stood here today and watched with cold eyes, she would never be able to sleep in her life.
Marge didn't say a word, nor did he ask anyone for instructions.
She unclenched her clenched fists, turned around, and strode towards the stairs leading to the ground.
Until Iron Gate slammed shut behind her, no one in the room made a sound to stop her.
"Let's see."
Mesmer poured the last bit of potato chip residue into his mouth, clapped his hands, turned to Neuman and raised his eyebrows:
"You lose. I told you before that I am a good judge of people."
He seemed to have completely recovered from the panic of being confessed just now.
"I'll just say that Sister Marge is kind and brave in nature."
Mesmer shook his head and teased,
"Edgar was able to treat her as a confidant back then because he was interested in her bottom line. Moreover, sister Marge's strength is one of the best compared to Vought. She really looks like a queen!"
Neuman stood there with her head lowered and her long hair hanging down, blocking half of her face.
If Mesmer calmed down a little at this time and took a closer look at Neuman's face, you would find that this woman's eyes have become extremely scary.
Those dark brown pupils were slowly becoming lighter, with fine bloodshot eyes appearing around the whites of the eyes, and his eyes were locked on Mesmer's chubby neck.
That was a sign that Neuman was ready to use its power.
But Mesmer didn't notice the danger at all.
Neuman's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"That's enough."
Godolkin opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them with turbid eyes, and warned, "I don't want to see any form of internal fighting at this time, we must unite."
Neuman The bloodshot eyes receded quickly.
She slowly raised her head and paused for a moment with gloomy eyes on the faces of Godolkin and Mesmer.
Then, she lifted the broken hair from her ears and smiled:
"Yes, Doctor is right."
Neuman nodded obediently,
"Doctor, can I go out now?"
Godolkin did not answer immediately.
He just stared at Neuman quietly, seemingly lost in thought, and after a while he spoke:
"When it's done, I hope you can honor our deal and don't break your promise."
Neuman A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, she bent down slightly and moved closer.
"Doctor, if you are afraid that I will be disobedient, you can control me at any time."
She blinked, "This shouldn't be difficult for you, right? After all, you can control Lamplighter and Marathon like puppets."
Hearing this, Godolkin frowned slightly for a moment.
But this strangeness was fleeting. He leaned back in his chair and suddenly laughed loudly.
"You are my good student."
Godolkin waved his hand, but his young face was full of kindness, "I just said we should unite, how can I control you?"
Neuman straightened up, the smile on his face became deeper.
"Then Doctor, please rest."
She brushed her long hair casually and turned towards the exit, "I'm going out to clean up the mess."
As Iron Gate closed, Basement became quiet again.
The picture comes to the ground.
Campus The air is filled with the pungent smell of blood and burnt smell.
Lawn was burned to pieces, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere.
Marge As soon as he rushed out of the underground passage, he saw several students being forced into a corner.
Behind are the flames spreading everywhere, and in front is Lamplighter, whose eyes are red with death.
Without any pause, she kicked the ground with her toes and ran out like a cheetah.
Lamplighter was about to raise his staff when Marge was already behind him.
She raised her hand to clasp the wrist of Lamplighter holding the staff, folded it, and hit the opponent's back of the neck hard with the elbow of her other hand.
There was a crisp click sound.
Lamplighter didn't even let out a scream and fell down softly.
Several students with their faces covered in blood stared blankly at the outsider who suddenly appeared.
"Run to the east, the wall over there has collapsed."
Marge flicked his wrist and continued walking forward without looking at them.
She didn't go far when she heard heavy gunshots.
Principal Doug was standing on the steps, holding a submachine gun and shooting wildly at the fleeing crowd.
Marge's eyes turned cold, and he picked up a broken piece of glass from the ground.
With a sudden force on his wrist, the glass fragments turned into a stream of light and cut Doug's carotid artery.
Doug's laughter stopped abruptly.
The gun in his hand fell on the steps, and he covered his neck with both hands. Blood gushed out from between his fingers. He fell to the ground without twitching twice.
After solving Doug, Marge raised his head and fixed his eyes on the cruelest guy in the middle of the playground.
Marathon.
This man in a tight-fitting combat uniform is now a completely discharged cannonball.
The muffled sound of the air being torn apart kept coming.
Marathon turned into an afterimage and ran rampant among the crowd.
Marge tried to capture his trajectory, but the opponent's speed was too fast, and the naked eye could only see a blurry bloody whirlwind.
A boy who couldn't dodge was directly knocked into a ball of blood mist, and his flesh was splashed all over the others.
In terms of speed, I will definitely not be able to match him, and I will even be thrown around in circles.
Marge took a deep breath, stopped, and calmly observed this killing machine.
Soon, she discovered a detail.
Marathon needs to accelerate again in an open space after each impact, and during his sprint, his route is straight.
He can only walk in a straight line.
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limit of body reaction, making it impossible for him to complete even the smallest turn in high-speed motion.
Once it starts, he can't stop the car until it hits a hard enough obstacle and exhausts its kinetic energy.
This is the weakness.
Marge exhaled a breath of turbid air and exerted force on his feet.