American Horror Story

Chapter 2 The Charging Knight

The so-called old method is a jargon between the two, which comes from an entertainment tactic when they play a famous box opening game together. Calvin is responsible for pulling up and selling to lure the enemy, while Luke is responsible for holding a stun gun and waiting for the destined person to come at a corner of love.

Although this tactic often resulted in both of them losing the game, the soul-stirring "Ah" from the enemy every time they successfully electrocuted them made them unable to give up this tactic.

Although the "old way" is just a routine in the game, the situation happens to be somewhat similar to the current one, two versus one, dark versus light, bare hands versus rifles.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

According to the "old method", Luke would go to the front door to find a place to ambush, while Calvin would go to the back door to attract attention, and the two would move back and forth.

The students hiding in various hidden locations looked at the two figures, as if they knew what was going to happen.

Eve, a cheerleader who was familiar with Luke, moved her body slightly, as if trying to persuade the two impulsive teenagers to find a place to hide and leave their lives to fate. But in the end, she remained silent like the other students, and tucked her slender body tightly behind the desk.

The whole classroom seemed even quieter.

Calvin suddenly asked in a low voice: “Luke, do I still have some merit left?”

Luke tightly grasped the triangle ruler in his hand and responded: "I'm done. You will definitely go to hell when you die."

"So... please don't die."

The latter sentence was spoken a little louder because his ears were already filled with the sound of gunfire in the corridor and screams from the next room.

he came!
Next up is this classroom!
Cole Mandela pulled the trigger, and the bullet came out of the muzzle with smoke, passed through the wooden table, and hit the person hiding under the table cleanly. The severe pain made the stranger unable to remain curled up and stretched out his body.

Seeing most of the body exposed, he pulled the trigger again and shot the man again to make sure he was completely dead.

"17."

He counted silently in his mind.

Along the way, we have cleared out three classrooms, and this is the seventeenth one including those in the corridor.

Watching their helpless pleas and painful struggles, and controlling other people's lives from a high position, Cole was intoxicated by the feeling of being like a god.

This feeling is so great!
The robin was right, I was born a winner, I was born to control them!

He sniffed, enjoying the sweet smell of rust in the air. A stick-drawn butterfly pattern on his right hand became clearer and clearer. When he pulled the trigger, the butterfly seemed to flap its bright red wings and fly out of his skin along with the movement of the tendons and muscles in his hand.

Cole cast his gaze towards the next classroom. There were only a few bullets left in the specially prepared extended-capacity magazine. After clearing this room, it was time to change the magazine.

He whistled leisurely and walked forward with a brisk pace.

I had just taken two steps and was almost at the entrance of the next classroom when suddenly a fleeing figure appeared not far ahead.

Haha, another little mouse trying to escape.

Cole raised the gun in his hand, aimed skillfully, and pulled the trigger.
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After running out of the classroom, Calvin glanced behind him and realized how unreliable the plan he and Luke had just hastily planned was.

Damn it, reality is different from games. In games, you can stop or jump suddenly at will, and even get hit by a sniper in the thigh and continue running and fighting.

However, as an ordinary person who has not received special training, controlling the body in reality is countless times more difficult than imagined.

However, facing this unexpected crisis, Calvin was not nervous, but became more and more excited, and the blood of the reckless man was burning!
His brain retained a trace of rationality in the excitement, and he made a judgment in a split second that the other party was probably going to shoot, most likely in the chest.

Seven steps away, the gun is fast.

Can't hide, can't hide at all.

Can emergency stops and S-shaped movements be faster than people slightly shaking the gun barrel to aim?
Just try to avoid harm.

He jumped up suddenly, with his chest out of the line of fire. At the same time, he tried to turn sideways in the air to reduce his area in the enemy's sight and make aiming more difficult.

The rest is up to Luke.

"Bang" Calvin fell to the ground.
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The moment Calvin rushed out, Luke had already spotted the gunman.

The other person's attention was all drawn to the corridor ahead, and he didn't notice that there was a shadow bending and ready to attack at the classroom door beside him.

Luke raised the 50-centimeter-long triangle ruler in his hand, with the 30-degree sharp angle facing outward, and stretched his arm as far as possible to increase the attack distance.

Push the ground hard with your right foot!

Luke was so focused that the only thing in his eyes was the gunman.

The chest was blocked by clothes and the skull was too hard to be fatally hit.

The best option is the neck only.

His heart was pounding again, and blood burst out under the strong compression of the myocardium, circulating rapidly in the body. At this moment, time seemed to slow down, and he seemed to see the rhythm of the large artery in the gunman's neck beating.

The triangle ruler was slightly raised upwards, and Luke launched a desperate charge towards the windmill like Don Quixote holding a lance!
This is your only chance! If you fail, you will die!

step!
Two steps!

Arrived!

Within three steps, people are faster than guns!
When Luke got close, the gunman had already noticed Luke's charge, but it was too late to turn the gun around!
Luke's hands followed the momentum of the charge and thrust forward, the sharp wooden teaching aid piercing the gunman's throat like a spear. His body followed closely behind, crashing into the gunman and pinning him to the ground.

He first observed the deadly rifle. As the gunman fell to the ground, the gun also fell to the ground and was out of control.

Safe for now.

He immediately turned his head to see the gunman's condition.

Cole put one hand on the triangle ruler at his neck, as if trying to pull it out, but the rapid loss of blood in his body caused his energy to be completely drained away in an instant. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but there was only the sound of leaking air and red blood spurting out of his mouth.

Luke was still worried, so he pulled the triangle ruler out of the wound and picked up the rifle on the ground with his other hand.

The wound on Cole's neck was no longer obstructed. The blood in the aorta, which had been flowing out in a trickle, now gushed out like a miniature fountain under the high pressure in the body, spraying all over Luke's face.

dead.

Luke finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and just opened his eyes, he found that there seemed to be some light white spots flying out from the gunman's body. Those light spots circled back and forth about half a meter above the body, and finally condensed into a piece of faint light fragment, flying into Luke's body like a young swallow flying into the forest.

Luke felt like he had suddenly received a WeChat message, and received a notification similar to a "ding" sound.

"Kill a Level 0 spiritual creature"

"Achieve skill - [Firearms Mastery (Rifle)] Level: Proficient"

After eighteen years, my time has finally come?
But now is not the time to worry about the consequences. Calvin must have been shot and is still lying on the ground.

Luke got up from the ground, ran quickly to Calvin, and asked anxiously: "Where did you hit?"

"My butt hurts."

The butt... That's okay, the butt is all flesh, it shouldn't be fatal.

Luke finally relaxed completely, and distracting thoughts flooded into his mind again.

"Master, my butt is on the tree, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Before he could finish his nonsense, two more gunshots rang out, "bang," "bang," and Luke's heart, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

There is more than one gunman!
(End of this chapter)