The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

"Let's go! Come with me to meet the Skull Gang. I think we've got the main course for dinner sorted out."

Xu Feng smiled elegantly, revealing a gentlemanly smile.

Xu Feng arrived at the entrance of the abandoned building. The Iron Axe Gang's henchmen were holding guns and hiding behind cover, exchanging fire wildly with the Skull Gang.

Xu Feng looked at the person attacking him and realized that the person could hardly be called human; in fact, they were almost completely inhuman.

Besides flying the Skull and Bones flag.

He saw many eight-legged crabs, each as tall as a person, walking upright, and the bullets struck their shiny black shells, creating sparks.

The most sinister thing is that, apart from walking sideways with their two bottom legs, these crab people each hold a pistol-style submachine gun with their other six legs.

The dark crab shell gleamed with a cold light, like a war machine.

The six crab legs pulled the triggers at an astonishing speed, and bullets rained down on the Iron Axe Gang's cover.

The Iron Axe Gang henchmen hiding behind cover kept falling down with muffled groans.

Those black crab claws, gleaming with a cold light, were like battering rams; with a gentle pinch, they easily destroyed the barbed wire and the bunker.

When Xu Feng first saw these crab-men, he thought of the crab monster promax version from a certain Punch Man.

The second thing that came to mind was a crab-shaped armored vehicle.

My third thought was of the Terran Zerg.

I forgot the beginning, and I forgot the end, but anyway, let the entire galaxy burn and the sea of ​​stars fall!

Xu Feng looked up at the sky, but there were no biological spores falling like snowflakes.

He finally breathed a long sigh of relief; it seemed the world of this instance wasn't set in Warhammer.

Xu Feng is a Cloud Hammer user, and has only learned about the Warhammer universe through Warhammer Girls.

The entire galaxy was filled with despair, an endless despair that affected everyone equally, from commoners to nobles.

If the dungeon's background is indeed Warhammer, Xu Feng currently has no idea how he will survive the extermination order, the light spears, and the railgun attacks.

Moreover, he wasn't the kind of person who liked to think in space, and after the planet shattered, he couldn't breathe in space.

Ultimately, he is still a carbon-based life form and cannot live without oxygen.

Since it's neither Warhammer nor Apocalypse War, Xu Feng has nothing to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

Although I don't know why that little brat Qianpo didn't appear in front of me when I used Qianpo!

However, in the face of such a battlefield with dense bullet exchange, using a long weapon like the Demon Blade to block bullets is obviously not very effective.

Xu Feng sheathed the demon sword Thousand Souls, a slight smile playing on his lips, as the blood-stained ruler and scalpel suddenly slipped from his hand.

With a 29.5-fold increase in physical strength across all aspects, his reaction speed has already broken the limits of human beings, reaching an astonishing 0.00615 seconds.

The visual frame rate also far exceeds the 60 frames per second for ordinary people, reaching an astonishing 1950 frames per second.

In addition, the gangsters in the United States mostly use semi-powered bullets in their shootouts, with a bullet velocity of only 300 meters per second.

In Xu Feng's eyes, it was as if the scene was still. With the enhancement of his 32.5 times reflexes, he could even see the slow, streaks of orange-yellow bullets.

Now he doesn't even need to anticipate the way people raise their hands to fire; he only needs to visually detect the bullets and deflect them.

Although he knew the bullets might not even be able to penetrate his defenses, Xu Feng didn't want to get his suit dirty.

He walked directly out of the abandoned factory, with no cover in front of him and only two strange weapons in his hands.

Luigi, hiding behind cover, watched the dense barrage of fire flying back and forth, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Even with his physique at a high level of nine, capable of reacting to bullets, he could only react to four or five bullets at most, not even enough to react to such a dense barrage of fire.

However, he saw Xu Feng walk directly out from behind the cover.

Luigi's pupils contracted sharply.

Are we going to engage in open battle without cover?

Is the Bloody Gentleman really that brave?

They dare to charge into such a dense network of fire?!

Not far down the street, there was another familiar face, James.

His official identity is that of an illegal immigrant.

He, a dignified elite of the Lighthouse, had obtained the status of an illegal immigrant, which James found somewhat unacceptable at first when he learned of his identity.

His luck is just too bad.

His dark side is even worse; he's a fugitive murderer who fled here to escape police pursuit.

His covert mission is to obtain a green card and permanent residency in the United States.

In fact, he has had very bad luck; he is now being watched by ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement).

If he is caught and deported by ICE and leaves Freak Town, he will be killed.

In desperation, he came up with two ways to escape.

One option is to tan one's skin. In the United States, many white people tan their skin to maintain a dignified appearance.

Therefore, ICE officers usually subconsciously ignore white people with tanned skin.

The good news is that the character he plays is indeed white; the bad news is that his skin isn't tanned.

And that ICE already suspects he's an illegal immigrant.

The second method is to bend down and fold it into three sections.

This guy is clearly a genuine Lighthouse person, just a Gundam Chosen One who's high on drugs and waiting to be recycled.

In fact, James, an elite from the United States with a high IQ, almost without hesitation, decisively chose to use the bent-over folding screen to evade Ice's pursuit.

However, to James's surprise, Ice walked unsteadily up to him.

Then he slowly bent down and joined him in folding clothes on the side of the road.

James has been in this position for almost two hours now, and Ice next to him still hasn't moved away, still folded up close to him.

He dared not gamble on whether Ice beside him was a real folding man or a fake one deliberately trying to trick him.

Maintaining this posture for so long has already caused James some back pain.

Just then, bursts of gunfire erupted from the abandoned factory only two hundred meters away from him.

James, a true elite of the United States, knew it immediately.

This is a gang fight, and the police generally don't get involved in gang fights.

The firefight is very close, and if I'm just pretending to be a folding man here, I might get grazed by a stray bullet.

He tilted his head, glanced up slightly, and found that it was indeed a gang fight.

He secretly turned his head to glance at Ice, who was folding the paper, to see if he could take the opportunity to slip away.

It was a shock to see that James was startled by what he saw.

He saw Ice tilting her head, staring at him with a blank, unfocused look.

James was a bit numb. He didn't dare to bet on whether Ice was a real folding man or a fake one!

With Ice watching him, he didn't even dare to move.

He could only imitate Ice, tilting his head and observing the gang fights out of the corner of his eye.

However, when he caught a glimpse of an elegant and composed figure emerging from the abandoned paint factory, holding the iconic bloodstained ruler and bloodstained scalpel in her hand.

James was numb. Even though the other person's appearance had changed, he would still recognize that unique elegance even if the other person turned to ashes.

James was completely numb.

Damn it, why is that Bloody Gentleman still chasing me?!

James, a psychologist, felt he urgently needed psychological treatment.