Xingzi was by his side like this.

"Two more survivors were found."

"get off!"

The two men held Aragaki and Apricot respectively, pulled them out of the car, threw them into the school, and closed the school gate.

The rescue girl looked at the slender back of the boy and girl and took out a Tetra Pak-packed "milk".

The red lips used a transparent straw to suck the red liquid into the mouth.

"Tsk! It's solidified!"

She sucked two puffs, suddenly threw the packaging box on the ground, and stepped on it.

The liquid in the packaging dyed the ground red.

This is not a milk brick at all, but a blood brick!

"Is there enough people?"

"Enough."

"Then let's start!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

...

There were loud noises coming from all around Shinjuku School.

One after another, huge metal plates rose from the ground and locked each other.

The oversized diesel generator started to roar.

Not only the playground lighting, but also the lights in the corridor.

All the lights in Shinjuku Middle School were lit up.

"Huh? Brother, look, why is there a hatchet here?" Xingzi just picked it up and heard the voice of the woman just now coming from the radio.

"Hello, little survivors! You can call me Teacher Fuzi.

It is a great honor for you to settle in Shinjuku School shelter.

All your age have played "Operation in the Wilderness" and "PUBG".

Congratulations!

You have a real chance to eat chicken.

This school is your battlefield.

If three days later, the remaining survivors exceed four.

You will all be erased!

Good luck to you!"

"Eat...eat chicken? Isn't this a shelter?" Xingzi held the hatchet tightly in fear and shouted loudly, "What should we do if little brother?"

Her voice attracted the attackers.

Xingzi waved her hatchet and cut off one hand.

"ah!!!!!!!!!"

A painful wailing sound.
Chapter completed!