Chapter 640 Assessment Game 22
Two beeps.
The bodies of two trumpets fell from the sky.
His eyes were gouged out, his tongue was cut off, his nose was cut off, and his ears were cut off, but he could tell who it was at a glance.
"Who? Who is it?"
The child's two fathers roared.
The other people stopped the meeting and ran upstairs one after another.
"Hey, they are here, let's run in two."
Fu Anan looked at the dazed woman, afraid of being accidentally hurt, she didn't dare to provoke her, quickly assigned a route, and then left.
A group of people ran upstairs.
Fu Anan ran downstairs from another staircase, found Teacher Guan Nan's room, and smashed the door lock with an axe.
Open the door and release all the people inside,
"They already know that you killed the man, run away!"
Fu Anan stood at the door and shouted loudly, covering the faces of several male teachers sitting inside.
"They really killed people!"
"Hurry up, don't let them escape!"
The people upstairs heard the movement and rushed down.
"Why are you still standing there? They are all discussing **** you!"
After Fu Anan finished speaking, he quickly ran away and hid in a house.
The villagers have reached the second floor.
Listening to the approaching footsteps, the male teachers finally panicked. They ran out scrambling to sneak around these villagers.
Of the six male support teachers, only four were left. Facing a limited space and surrounded by more than 400 people, they were in a difficult situation.
Fu Anan took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen and searched around.
In fact, poisoning is definitely the easiest and most efficient way to wipe out the entire Tulou group.
Not to mention poison, there is not even a laxative.
She took two large buckets of water, put away two baskets of freshly steamed white flour steamed buns and a dish of cured pork ribs, and then shifted her gaze to the vegetable oil and wood in the kitchen.
All vegetable oil and wood are put away.
There are also kitchen knives, chili powder, salt, vinegar, and a large iron pot that has been used for an unknown number of years.
After stealing the cauldron, people from the village also came to find it.
Two men blocked the door with hoes on their shoulders and looked at each other.
Then they approached Fu Anan from left to right, and the iron **** raised high slammed at her.
Fu An'an quickly dodged, jumped up onto the stove, rushed towards the relatively thin one, and instantly broke their necks.
The remaining one didn't expect Fu Anan to be so powerful, so he shouted outside,
"Come on! There's..."
Seeing this, Fu Anan reached out and grabbed a handful of wood ash from the burning stove, and threw it towards him.
The man took a bite because he opened his mouth wide.
Fu Anan seized the opportunity to rush up, raised the knife in his hand, and ended his life with a kitchen knife.
But the man's signal has already been sent out.
The villagers who heard it gathered dozens of them in an instant, rushing towards the kitchen with various agricultural tools.
This wood ash works a bit.
With a wave of his hand, Fu Anan put all the wood ash in the belly of the firewood stove and the flour on the side into the space, and sent a wave to the rushing crowd first.
Blinding their eyes with wood ash, clearing out the first person, she quickly slipped away.
There are too many people in the place.
You can't win if you fight hard.
The enemy retreats and advances, the enemy attacks and I run, shoot two shots to change a place, never stay in the same position for too long.
Fu Anan, who had changed positions again, suddenly felt a little bit of a sigh—the guerrilla style summed up by the ancestors, which used to be quite timid, is really delicious now.
Good night everyone~
(end of this chapter)