Blue and White Society Chapter 322: Continuous accidents

In the afternoon, Mo Poor stayed in a mansion given to him by Zhang He.

Master Gou secretly said through the communicator: "Be careful, there is something moving over there."

"Well, I noticed it too. I glanced at it with my sunglasses on just now, and there were twice as many mice in the room." Mo Poor replied through the communicator.

"Maybe it's not because of Zhishu. Letian sent people to a leather shoe factory in the suburbs. Guess what I found?" Lord Gou said.

"The base of the Non-Human Research Society?"

Master Gou smiled and said, "That's right, there is an underground research institute under the leather shoe factory. It has not been reported, and it is very hidden. That person should have taken something extraordinary to deal with you."

Mo Poor frowned and said, "Use the contents to deal with me?"

"It should be, their people are already in the nearby grove, the guards are heavily guarded, and the surroundings are full of chimpanzees watching, but they don't know that I am in the sky." Lord Gou laughed.

Mo Poor also smiled, his purpose is to attract firepower, he is not afraid that the other party will do something wrong, but he is afraid that the other party will not do something wrong.

Now he has finally made a move. It seems that Le Tian hates him very much, so he directly uses the containment!

Letian relies on Zhishu to obtain information, and he is invincible in business wars. He thinks he is in the dark, but he doesn't know that he has been targeted long ago. The Blue and White Society has countless eyeliners watching the whereabouts of everyone related to him.

At first, the Lanbai Club didn't know about the underground research institute, but when Le Tian sent someone there, he showed them the way.

At this moment, they sent people to take the contents and hid them in the grove near Moqiong's mansion. They thought that no one would know, but in fact they were all under the surveillance of the Lanbai Society.

God Lord is in the sky, let them arrange countless mice on the ground, 360 degrees without dead ends to guard against.

Unexpectedly, in the clouds hundreds of meters high, there is an old fritter staring at them with a cigarette in his mouth and a telescope.

"Looks like...it's a notebook? Well, there's a computer next to it, live-streaming the images in your house." Lord Gou said.

"Damn it, it can't be the death book, right?" Mo Qiong said in a daze.

"It's so powerful, do you still need someone to come?"

"You mean there is a distance limit? Do you want to block it?"

"Don't worry, they actually asked a little white mouse to write Chinese characters. Let me see...be careful not to be hit on the head by the chandelier." Master Gou read.

Mo Poor was taken aback, chandelier?

As soon as I thought of this, I heard a crisp click, and the chandelier on the top suddenly disconnected.

Mo Poor was about to dodge, but found that he was not directly under the chandelier. He was sitting on the sofa, and the chandelier would not hit him if it fell vertically.

Just as he was thinking about it, he realized that the chandelier fell off and suddenly stopped.

It turned out that it was connected by a wire. Although the chandelier broke its connection with the ceiling, the wire grabbed it.

But this wire is not reliable, but because the wire hangs it, the huge chandelier is shaking under the ceiling.

The moment the chandelier swayed towards it, there was another sound of breaking, and the wires came off!

With a whimper, the chandelier was thrown over by inertia, and fell obliquely towards his face.

"Fuck!"

Mo Poor hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid it, when he heard a slap, and the chandelier slammed **** the sofa, making a fuss.

"Be careful of being stabbed in the eye by a watch needle." Lord Gou said again.

"Hands?"

Mo Poor heard a crisp sound in his hand. It turned out that when he turned over to escape, the watch Shelley bought for him hit the corner of the table, and a minute hand fell out of it, and was shot towards his face by the rebound force. Come.

At such a close distance, he was lying on the ground unable to free his hands to swing it away, so he just lowered his head and used his head to hold it hard.

Fortunately, he didn't have much strength, his head was tight, and the needle didn't even pierce the skin, so Mo Poor shook his head and shook it off his head.

"Hehe, did you kill me by accident?" Mo Poor instantly understood.

"Ah!" Immediately afterwards, Shelley's exclamation was heard from the kitchen.

Mo Poor ran over quickly, and saw Shelley was hit by a cabinet on the wall, with a cut on his forehead.

He hastily opened the cupboard and pulled Shelley up, thinking to himself that he and Shelley were being attacked at the same time?

"Huh?" The moment Mo Poor pulled Shelley up, he realized that something was wrong.

There were two bags of flour in the cupboard, and the sudden drop caused the flour to spill out, and it was scattered all over the place.

At the same time, Lord Gou said: "Be careful of dust explosion."

Without saying a word, Mo Poor hugged Shelley and ran away. Then he heard a loud noise behind him, it really exploded.

Shelley was in the kitchen making dinner and hadn't turned off the fire when she was hit.

Boom!

The explosion blasted out a bunch of miscellaneous things. Mo Poor carried a few on his back and hid a few dangerous ones.

Fortunately, he ran extremely fast and reacted quickly, so he suffered some flesh injuries.

But what happened next was not good. The explosion in the kitchen kept ringing, and the burning powder was slamming out crazily.

The floor of the living room and the wooden stairs were set on fire, and the house was on the verge of a fire.

With an ugly face, Mo Poor called the fire brigade, and at the same time carried Shelley out of the house.

As soon as I went out, I heard a buzz, and the flower pot fell from the window sill.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong didn't hide, the flowerpot smashed on top of his head with a slap, and immediately a handful of soil and a prickly pear were on his head.

Because he can see that although these accidents happen, they may not necessarily hurt him.

Perhaps the occurrence of an accident is an absolute characteristic, but this characteristic does not include the result that he, Mo Poor, must die.

He dodged the first drop of the chandelier without hitting it at all.

The second time he pushed the watch hand, he resisted it, and it hurt.

The dust explosion was ruthless enough, but he ran away immediately, and he was a little embarrassed.

As for the various flying knives, flying pots, flying bowls and the like after that, they didn't kill him, and he suffered a little injury.

This series is not very delicate, but rather the bad luck created by many accidents.

"You run first, this is not the brainwashing containment." Lord Gou said.

"And Lotte himself didn't come, he was watching your live broadcast in his office."

Mo Poor hugged Shelley and ran to the villa area, and asked secretly: "What are you going to do? They won't be able to kill me for a while, so they should find something is wrong."

"Of course, Le Tian is on the phone, maybe there is someone behind. Don't worry, they haven't run away yet, we will collect the net if they want to run away, but if you can't hold on anymore, just tell me." Grandpa said.

"Okay, this kind of accident is okay, they don't know how to use it, if there is a truck at this time..." Mo Poor didn't finish his sentence.

He heard a harsh horn at the intersection, and a fire truck ran straight towards him.

The driver shouted in panic: "The brake is broken!"

Mo Poor hugged Shelley and hurriedly backed away, only to see the fire truck passing by in front of his eyes, creating a wave of air.

"Boom!" The fire truck crashed into the wall, splashing rocks.

Seeing the water tank at the back of the fire truck burst open suddenly, with a bang, a wave of water blasted towards him.

The water wave was wrapped in rocks and swept Mo Qiong down in an instant. Fortunately, Mo Qiong was rough and thick, and he was secretly covered with a layer of majestic clothes, but only suffered a small injury while protecting Shelley.

Mo Poor hurriedly got up and accelerated, and quickly opened the distance.

"Are you okay!" The firefighter ran down quickly and shouted with concern.

Mo Poor shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I didn't hit me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, another car galloped towards him. It was a supercar with extremely fast speed.

Mo Qiong said he would come again? Throwing Shelley away in a hurry, he avoided in another direction.

It is reasonable to say that he could not hit him at all, but the driver stepped on the brakes immediately because he suddenly saw the fire truck blocking the road.

The ground was full of water, and the screeching sound of brakes was heard, and the extremely fast sports car skidded directly.

Mo Poor stood aside, but was hit by the supercar with a drift and a tail flick.

"Boom!" Mo Poor flew upside down, feeling a slight crack in his pelvis.

"It's a good thing I have a hard bone, if I were an ordinary person..."

As soon as Mo Poor was thinking about it, he slammed the back of his head against a lamppost.

"Hiss..."

Sitting under the street lamp, Mo Poor rubbed the back of his head, his hands were bloody.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rumbling sound from the wall on the side. Looking back, the brick wall fell directly, and buried him with a crash.

The firemen next to him were stunned, thinking how unlucky this is? Hurry up to save people.

When he pulled it out and took a look, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although Mo Poor was disheveled and covered in blood, he seemed to be in good spirits, and he probably had a concussion.

"You are so lucky... Are you okay, do you feel okay?" The firefighter said with emotion.

Mo Qiong sighed: "I'm fine, let's see if the driver is okay."

Fireman: "..."

The wall was knocked down by the supercar, and half of the car is now buried under the bricks.

Sure enough, when the firefighters rescued the man, they found that the driver had been injured and unconscious, and the injury was worse than him.

"It seems to be indiscriminate, and it turns out that it is not just for me."

"I don't know how far it can go..." Mo Poor glanced at the smoking sports car next to him.

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