Chapter 1 Crow’s Mouth

Fort Lauderdale, Broward County, Florida.

Luke arrived at school early and looked at the time. It was 7 o'clock in the morning.

You're early again.

It has been 18 years since Luke traveled to America. He had long since gotten over the confusion he felt at the beginning of the journey and accepted his fate.

In his previous life, he was a good-for-nothing small-town test-taker. However, he had better luck in this life. His wealthy family and good learning ability in his previous life made him a "child of other people's families" who was good at both sports and studies.

There were only a few people in the classroom at this time.

He threw his schoolbag on the desk, turned around, and asked his good friend: "Hey! Calvin, do you know why the AR-15 magazine has 30 rounds of bullets?"

Calvin was stunned for a moment when he heard this question. He and Luke had been playing together frequently these days. Maybe the kid was stunned by the headshot from the M4 yesterday, and he was thinking about guns early in the morning.

"Well, maybe... imitating AK47?" he answered hesitantly.

"Wrong!" Luke pointed out immediately, and then said seriously: "Because the maximum number of students in a class in an American high school is 30."

Telling American jokes to Americans apparently has the same special effect as telling Soviet jokes to the Soviets.

Calvin couldn't help but burst out laughing, then he slapped his thigh and whispered, "Fuck! Stop telling your hell jokes. According to what you said before, my - that thing called merit will be taken away from you. We will go to hell after we die."

Luke had already put away the books by now, and continued his merciless complaints: "No, no, no, if you die from the AR-15 right now, maybe you'll have some merit balance left, so you can go to heaven."

Calvin fired back: "Fuck! If there really was a gunman right now, I would definitely block you in front of me."

"But this isn't one of those public schools. North Lowell is one of the best high schools in Florida. How could it be possible?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud bang.

The sound echoed for a long time in the closed corridor environment and had not yet completely dissipated. It was followed by two more sounds and then some shouting.

If this was a slum like the one where black people gather, people who heard the sound would have already started looking for hiding places, or even pulled out guns from their crotches to prepare to fight back.

But as Calvin said, this is North Lowood High School, located in a quiet and peaceful wealthy area. The students here are at least from families above the middle class, and their affluent life has made them lose a lot of sensitivity.

A boy curiously leaned out from the back door and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Before he could see clearly at the end of the corridor, there was another "bang".

Luke and Calvin watched in confusion as the boy fell down. Blood began to seep out of his chest. He moved for a while before calming down.

It was really a shooting!
Although I often make fun of free America, I have never encountered such a thing in the past twenty years of my previous life and the eighteen years of this life!
Under the pressure of possible death at any time, Luke's palms began to sweat slightly, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears, like a drumbeat that was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His throat began to dry up, and he swallowed subconsciously, but his mind was surprisingly calm, and he even had room to complain in his head.

"Fuck the Second Amendment! Fuck the Rifle Association! I'm going to vote for the Democrats in the next election!"

Luke shook his head violently, as if to throw away all distracting thoughts.

When death is imminent, don’t think about the future first, think about how to survive.

The gunshots were getting closer and more frequent.

"Fuck! The early bird catches the worm, and students who go to school in the morning get peanuts. This world is so fucked up! I should have slept in today."

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too nervous, but my mind is full of random thoughts.

Luke looked around. The classroom was in chaos with screams coming one after another, but now it was completely quiet. The boy who just died gave them a good reminder - running to the corridor was to give themselves up, so the remaining four or five students hid in what they thought was a relatively secluded place in the classroom, like quails, tightly huddled behind the cover.

Luke bent down, grabbed Calvin, who was still in a daze, and squatted down with him.

"Be careful, there really is a gunman." Luke said in a low and hurried voice.

Calvin looked over and replied in a low voice: "Shit, your bad mouth is too effective. It's all your fault!"

Although he complained, Luke inexplicably saw excitement in his eyes.

"You're not excited at all!" Luke complained in his mind, and he kept saying, "Fuck! It's because you just put up the flag!"

Luke and Calvin have known each other for more than ten years. Over the years, every time he encountered exciting things such as racing, fighting, and extreme sports, he was extremely excited, as if he had become a different person. According to him, it was the blood inheritance of the Vikings and the great spirit of adventure.

However, Luke thinks that he is just a pure reckless man.

Compared to the reckless Calvin, Luke is much more cautious. He has always adhered to the principle of using a monkey to steal peaches instead of a black tiger to dig out the heart, and is a believer of the famous fighting master Chen Hegao - if you make an appointment with someone to duel, then drive a mud truck to kill him one day in advance.

But Calvin, this rough man, doesn't understand the romance of the dump truck Iai at all, and keeps calling Luke Laoliu or Lao Yinbi.

Luke raised his head slightly to look around, then lowered his head again and said, "The windows have security nets. You can't get out. Hide or resist."

Before Luke could reply, a figure ran out from the next classroom. It looked like he didn't want to stay in the classroom and wait to die, so he tried to escape through the corridor.

"bang, bang"

Two more shots.

The brave boy had just run past the front door of Luke's classroom when he was hit by a rifle. He fell to the ground due to inertia, making a dull "thump" sound, and turned into a living corpse.

The gunman searched and killed people in classroom after classroom. He didn't want to leave anyone alive!
Listening to the increasingly frequent gunshots and wailing in the corridor, Luke didn't want to bet that the gunman would show mercy and let him go.

The two looked at each other, and the tacit understanding of many years made both sides instantly understand each other's determination -

It's just death, damn it.

After making up his mind, Luke's pounding heart actually slowed down a little, and his weak hands and feet regained their strength.

To resist, you must first find a weapon, or at least a weapon that can make the enemy lose the ability to resist in one surprise attack. Otherwise, fighting with bare hands and a rifle is a death sentence.

Soon, a 50-centimeter-long wooden triangle ruler on the podium caught Luke's attention. The three angles were 90 degrees, 60 degrees, and 30 degrees. It was very convenient to hold, and the 30-degree angle looked very sharp.

Luke stood up and quickly took the triangle ruler in his hand.

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, the gunman is almost here!

"The old way?"

The two said in unison.

　Regarding the AR15 magazine capacity, as the most preserved rifle among American civilians, there are too many versions of this thing, and there are versions with different magazine capacities, so please don't be too serious about it, professionals.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)