C525 The Thirty-third Batch of Students.

Moriaty died.

The raincoat died.

In an instant, there were only three people left on the field. The dandelion seemed to be a little out of breath. She took off her helmet and began to take deep breaths.

However, the air on the field was a little uncomfortable. In the end, she took the helmet back.

The corridor was filled with burnt flesh and blood, and the strange smell of gunpowder