The Divine Power of Comprehensive Comics

Everyone's injuries were so serious that bandages were of no use here.

The medical practice here is like using a needle and thread to mend a hole in a sack.

Ordinary people responsible for maintaining law and order in Academy City, even with technological weapons, are so vulnerable when facing magicians.

Why not equip it with a few RPG rounds?

Indecision, RPG, don’t you understand this?

These people basically have firearms that are fatal to ordinary people, but for magicians with some skills, ordinary bullets are really not worth mentioning.

However, even though they were vulnerable, these people still had no intention of retreating.

People who can still move are trying to build barricades by moving tables and chairs from nearby businesses.

No, whether the body can move or not is not the important point at all. At this time, the period of confirming whether the body can move has long passed.

These people didn't just meet Lu Ming.

They have the determination to complete their mission even if they die.

Chapter 112 Getting better (2/5)

Although these people have received professional training, after all, their original status is just faculty members, that is, teachers in the school.

No one forces them to do this, and their pay isn't particularly high.

Overall, there was no reason for them to risk their lives and fight.

They are just voluntary guards. Even if they escape to save their own lives, no one can blame them.

But they didn't do this, which made Xia Qing feel a little appreciative, just like he admired those who didn't lose themselves when they became cannibals.

At this time, a guard who was sitting by the wall and leaning against the wall saw Xia Qing standing at the corner.

What was surprising was that the guard was a woman.

She was wrapping the hemostatic tape around the wrist of her injured companion, but when she saw Xia Qing appearing here wearing a student uniform, she was stunned on the spot.

"Young man over there! What are you doing here!"

The roar made all the more than ten guards present turn their heads.

The yelling woman smacked her lips impatiently and said.

"Damn it, aren't you a student in Teacher Yue Yong's class? What's wrong? Are you locked up? That's why I said you can't put down the partition wall early!

Boy, you ran in the wrong direction! Go to the Ag exit, where the backup disciplinary committee members are on standby! Although there is no way to get out there, it is relatively safe! Put this hat on, it’s better than nothing! "

Yueyong is teacher Xiaomeng's last name.

In this way, this female guard should have heard about Xia Qing from Teacher Xiaomeng, or seen photos of Xia Qing.

The female guard roared and took off her equipment and threw it in the direction of Xia Qing. Xia Qing caught the helmet like a basketball and shook it in her hand.

Then, under the somewhat surprised gazes of the guards, Xia Qing waved to the female guard, and her helmet floated back as if being dragged by the wind.

Then, Xia Qing continued to rush deeper.

"Hey! Where are you going? Boy! Damn it, my body can't move! Someone stop him quickly, don't let him die!"

The female guard shouted and stretched out her hand, but she was quite far away from Xia Qing.

Several guards heard the roar and rushed up to try to stop Xia Qing, but it was naturally impossible for ordinary people like them to cause any obstruction to Xia Qing.

These people are not regular guards. No matter how much professional training they have received, they are still essentially school teachers.

Their behavior was just like patrolling the route to school in the evening to protect the safety of the children.

But because of that, they are clear.

Their actions are not forced by anyone, so once they lose to their inner cowardice, they will immediately give in.

And who will be harmed as a result of surrender?

From the beginning, the system adopted by the Guard and Disciplinary Committee was not recommendation or recruitment, but voluntary participation.

That being the case, the answer is simple.

These people gathered here voluntarily to protect the children and were not entrusted by anyone.

In the darkness, a figure turned into golden lightning and rushed past.

In front of this dark passage, I am afraid that there are still many voluntary guards like this remaining, and judging from the current situation, I am afraid that the war situation is quite desperate for these people.

The deeper you go, the quieter the passage becomes.

It was unexpectedly quiet, no gunshots, no footsteps, not even screams.

A bad premonition came to mind. Maybe something happened to those guards.

Sure enough, when Xia Qing came to the end of the passage, standing under the red light was a woman with chocolate-brown skin.

"Hehe~Good afternoon~hehehe~"

The woman's voice echoed in the space.

She was wearing a dark dress, her hair was messy, and her skin was the color of chocolate. She was standing in the middle of the passage.

The skirt of her dress was so long that even her ankles were not visible.

Perhaps because it had been dragged on the ground for a long time, the ends of the skirt were dirty and frayed, and became torn.

A stone statue stood nearby, as if it were her shield.

A giant doll created by crushing, kneading, and reshaping steel pipes, chairs, tiles, soil, fluorescent lamps, and various other materials with powerful force.

And around it, what seemed to be roadblocks were broken into pieces and scattered everywhere. Like being hit by a cannonball.

Seven or eight guards lay on the floor with the debris.

They seemed to be breathing, and their hands and feet were shaking slightly.

"Haha, it seems that your equipment has a very high impact absorption capacity. I didn't expect that I could still survive after being hit directly by Alice... But thanks to this, I can have a good time."

There was a hint of cruelty in his smile.

The "Alice's direct attack" mentioned by Shirley seems to be the attack released by the stone statue. Just looking at the broken roadblocks, you can tell the range of its power.