Blue and White Society Chapter 115: ‘Fantasy’
The best way to kill a wax figure is with fire.
If you can create a fire that spreads throughout the laboratory plus the production workshop, all the wax figures will melt in a short time, leaving only a very small part.
It is also true that the Blue and White Society has the confidence not to prioritize the wax figure, because for them, there must be more and more efficient ways to kill, and they have absolute confidence to contain it if they are left alone for more than an hour.
If Mo Poor wanted to break through, it would be fine if he had only himself, but it would be troublesome to bring only one person.
Especially this person can't see the road yet, which prevents Mo Poor from running too fast, let alone fly.
He can keep shooting the wax figure, making it impossible for the wax figure to get close, but he can't completely get rid of the wax figure, and will always be hunted down by such a large group of wax figures.
"There should be fuel..." Mo Poor thought back to the fuel barrel that Xiao Feng and the others had just seen, and casually kicked the residue on the ground to locate it.
Sure enough, there are still some in the laboratory.
Following the debris, he opened the way with two guns lasing, and quickly found six barrels of fuel.
Originally, in each room equipped with important equipment, there will be a separate power generation room. When the main power supply system is damaged, the backup motor of the independent system will provide power.
If there is an accident, when the backup generator is also out of supply, the gasoline generators prepared in each laboratory can be used for temporary power supply.
This kind of preparation is to ensure that members can find generators from each room at any time when they need electricity during special periods.
The previous broadcast required some of the combatants to protect the main power supply system, and this was issued at the same time as the order to suppress Taotie. It seems that electricity is a very important part of containment security. Perhaps some terrible containment measures require continuous power supply,
In any case, besides the two barrels used and taken away by Xiao Feng and the others, there are still six barrels left in the laboratory.
"Very well, if there is fuel, it will be much easier to set the fire."
Mo Poor first shot at the fastest speed, killing a large wax figure in front of him, freeing up a large space.
Then he took the opportunity to kick the six barrels of oil out of the laboratory one by one. With one kick, one barrel of oil drew an arc like a football, crossed the "human wall" composed of wax figures, and flew out of the window with precision .
After repeating this, he kicked six consecutive kicks, like six set kicks, and kicked all six barrels of oil out of the window.
If you want to set fire to the wax figures to the greatest extent, the key point is not to oil each wax figure. Even if there is no open flame on its body, the wax figure will melt in a high temperature environment.
So the point is to trap all the wax figures with fire so they have nowhere to escape.
As long as the door to the disinfection room is not opened, the only exit to the corridor is the gap in the workshop.
That is the place where Mo Poor must focus on killing, otherwise, when a fire breaks out, all the wax figures will run out, and instead spread all over the corridor, making it even more impossible for him to walk.
"Bang bang bang bang..." With a quick shot, Mo Poor rushed out of the laboratory with brown hair.
Outside the window, besides the six barrels of oil, there are many sundries thrown out by him when he smashed the wax figure.
Mo Poor took a glance and found a good table.
"This table top is made of composite material, it is light and strong, it can be used as a fan..."
Put the oil barrel on the table and kick it out, and the table becomes a chariot, knocking over a dozen wax figures to make way.
Mo Poor ran behind, shot a few wax figures, then stepped on the table, condescending.
The brown hair hurriedly climbed up on hands and feet, staring at the oil painting all the time.
Mo Poor has no time to take care of him, if he can keep up with the rhythm, he will follow, if he can't keep up, there is nothing he can do, once 382 runs out, he will exile him at worst, and hang behind him anyway.
Standing on the table, Mo Poor once again cleared the surrounding wax figures at the maximum rate of fire to make room, and quickly opened the lid of the oil drum, and poured oil out with one in hand.
It doesn't take much effort, when the oil comes out of the barrel, they become Mo Poor's bullets.
The oil drum seems to be a water gun, and the oil rolled out of it drips in mid-air, forming an oil column.
This oil column accurately shot the wax figure in the distance, and while it was drenched all over its head and face, it also shifted its target and shot the face of a wax figure next to it.
For a moment, the oil column was like a whip, constantly whipping, washing away a large wax figure in the distance.
It seems that multiple targets are attacked at the same time, but it is not the case. There is still a sequence, but the oil column is continuous and looks like a whole, but the oil flowing out of the barrel at different times has different targets.
This situation didn't last long. In just two seconds, the oil column forked, and the more it split, the more it flew in different directions like a goddess scattering flowers.
"Swallow, swallow..." The oil drum made a strange sound, and the liquid surged out, and the oil flew everywhere, soaking dozens of wax figures in no time.
The point is not to get the wax stained, but to spread the gasoline as widely as possible.
After pouring a bucket, there are still enemies nearby to deal with, and Mo Poor has no time to operate more delicately.
Kicked the remaining oil barrels to different directions with five consecutive kicks.
Throw a bucket in the laboratory, throw a bucket at the window, throw a bucket at the ceiling, throw a bucket at the gap, and throw a bucket at the densest place near him.
Gasoline will volatilize and emit highly flammable oil vapor at room temperature.
So it's almost enough to spread out one bucket evenly, and throw the others directly to let it flow and spread naturally.
Mo Poor doesn't have to worry that there will be oil around him immediately, because no matter what he encounters, his arrows cannot be stopped. Even if the oil is eaten by someone, the oil will definitely reach its destination.
Forget about anything else, he just stared at the one flying towards the ceiling. After hitting one of the wax figures, the oil barrel began to spin and fall, and the gasoline escaped in all directions.
Seeing the fall, Mo Poor shot instantly.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Mo Poor fired five shots in a row, and these five shots precisely targeted the five oil barrels located in different directions.
"Boom boom boom boom!" The continuous big explosions occurred immediately, and the burst flames spread rapidly, forming impact flames in midair.
The combustible fuel gas that was already permeating everywhere immediately formed additional small explosion flames after five oil barrels exploded, releasing a large amount of heat.
In less than two seconds, the fire spread all over the laboratory and workshop, and the fire in the sky rained down like fire.
"Start~!"
Mo Poor yelled, and quickly jumped onto a machine beside him, then picked up the table just now and swung it up.
The brown hair couldn't keep up with Mo Poor's operation at all, and fell directly.
He was stunned by the explosion, but his scalp was numb and he was still staring at the picture.
Mo Poor's pace is too fast, if his eyes really can't keep up, he will use his hands to follow Xiao Feng's head, which can be described as extremely conscientious.
When the brown hair climbed onto the machine and his face was almost pressed against Mo Poor's back, Mo Poor was also fulfilling his duty: never let the fire reach them.
"Hoo!"
Mo Qiong swung the table wildly and used it directly as a big fan. The wind blowing out would not swirl around him, but would go straight to the distance, forming a shocking airflow.
Continuous fanning is enough to shoot away the combustible gas that floats over, or directly or indirectly repel the surrounding high-temperature flames.
One after another, flames were even rolled out, making it rush out like a fiery snake towards the unburned wax figure in the distance.
The brown-haired stared at the painting, shrunk behind Mo Poor, but only felt a little air current.
Unbeknownst to them, at this moment, the workshop was surrounded by unusually turbulent storms and fire waves.
The wind helped the fire, and under Mo Poor's precise airflow lock, the fire snake danced wildly, and the burning oil and gas scorched the places where the fire had not yet spread.
That's why he doesn't need to spread the oil evenly on each wax figure, he doesn't need each wax figure to be on fire, what he wants is this high temperature environment!
At this moment, the high-temperature gas flames baked from the fire soaring into the sky have all become his ammunition.
This also includes the rain of fire from the ceiling, which is more open fire ammunition.
The burning oil vapor was blown away by him before it fell, bombarding the nearby wax figures.
The wax figures themselves are flammable to a certain extent. When they are stained with oil flames, they will squeak and emit oil soon, and will melt after a while, and the surface will become blurred.
Once the bow tie is melted off, it becomes an ordinary wax figure, crookedly forming pieces of twisted human-shaped candles.
It's a pity that the material of the wax figure is not the most flammable gaseous wax, otherwise such a big fire would not be needed.
"So... so hot!" the brown hair finally shouted.
As time went by, Mo Poor couldn't blow away all the hot air, because the average temperature of the air in this environment was getting higher and higher, and in the end it was basically all scorching heat waves and thick smoke.
The thing in Mo Poor's hand is not a fire fan, but a table that fans the wind.
Being able to give priority to the wax figures to be baked, and finally bake him as a last resort, is already the pinnacle of manipulation.
He can't fan out a vacuum, as part of the air is washed away, another part of the airflow must rush in.
Using the ability, all you can do is to ensure that the heat that is fanned away will not turn back around you, but will definitely reach a distance. In the state of air flow, it can also make him absorb heat much less efficiently.
"I'm exhausted..." Mo Poor was sweating profusely, his arms were sore.
He fanned it non-stop for a minute, and his hands were trembling at the moment. After all, although the table is not heavy, it doesn't really save effort with a fan.
If he had a big round fan, he could more easily roll the surrounding hot air and open flames, forming a high-temperature airflow impact.
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