Blue and White Society Chapter 103: Unlucky Universe

Mo Poor didn't know that something had come out, but he could sense an unusual danger.

The security guard died not far away, and he knew that it couldn't be something good.

The security guard died before he even had time to fire his gun. It is conceivable that the attack on the containment must be extremely swift and violent.

Could it let go of the two who are watching the show upstairs at the moment?

At the critical moment, Mo Poor didn't have time to think, and instantly spun like a top.

Wave your arms open, squat slightly to maintain the center of gravity, and stretch out one leg to sweep away along the rotation.

No way, Mo Poor has no other choice, he doesn't know what the opponent is, he doesn't know what characteristics the opponent has, he doesn't even know whether the opponent is dead or alive.

The only option now is to shoot in all directions as much as possible.

Maybe he's dead at the touch, but he can't do nothing.

"Fight!"

Mo Poor was spinning wildly, and the young man next to him shrank back to the corner in fright.

The two kept a certain distance. After all, Mo Poor didn't dare to let the young man stick to him. At this moment, he suddenly turned around. The young man thought he was crazy, but he would not be caught.

In his eyes, there was nothing around, and Mo Poor was simply beating around.

"It's over, we don't know what the **** it is..." the young man said with a sad face.

What's the use of pretending to be a spinning top? Could it be possible to beat the contents to death?

However, he also knows that this is a desperate struggle. He is a D-class personnel, and he is very clear that this kind of behavior is nothing more than a fight.

Facing an unknown contained object, when you don't know the characteristics of the target, trying your luck to try out a way to deal with it is almost tantamount to death.

But someone has to die, and someone has to explore and gain experience.

Just like that cactus, it doesn't look like anything now, and you can hold it and walk away at will while holding your breath.

But behind this experience are the sacrifices of many members and D-class personnel. If no one has died, no one can know that it can be contained in this way.

When you can die if you don't die, there is still a chance of life if you die.

He has survived many times in his life, and people around him kept dying. When he closed his eyes and gave up, he survived by inexplicably triggering a way out: when you look at a certain containment When it can't see it, it can't see you.

So this D-level personnel, seeing Mo Poor turning around so frantically at this moment, he is not idle.

He simply kicked his feet indiscriminately, attacking the air.

Because his hands were handcuffed behind his back, he was not as balanced as Mo Poor, and he fell down when he kicked two feet, but he didn't stop, he huddled against the wall and kicked with his feet high and convulsive.

Rubbing his back on the ground, mopping the floor frantically.

It's just that he still closed his eyes, held his breath, and tried to use the methods that came in handy before as much as possible. What if he hit a ghost?

Therefore, the two of them had a whirlwind spinning top and the other rolled Thomas, and the scene was quite funny.

But in order to gain vitality, both of them did this without hesitation. Mo Poor is not a reserved person, let alone a D-class personnel.

"Poof!"

Mo Poor had just turned around twice when he felt a sharp tearing pain, and a muscle in his left chest was forcibly torn off.

Then it seemed that something was caught with a slap.

"Crack!"

Mo Poor, who was spinning like a top, suddenly caught a glimpse of a terrifying face. It was not a human face, without human facial features, and only three rusty fan leaves were whistling on the face.

It looks like an electric fan is stuffed into a hollow head, because the contour of the face is not a circle, but an oval, so when the fan blades rotate, they are still scraping the flesh on both sides of the cheeks.

And his hand was on the face of the broken electric fan.

It was only a brief glance, and the face disappeared in an instant.

A piece of Mo Poor's chest muscle and some blood disappeared together.

Unsure of his safety, Mo Poor spun around twice before finally stopping in unbearable pain, his shirt was stained red with blood dripping from his chest.

"Ugh..." Mo Poor felt what it felt like to have his chest muscles ripped off abruptly.

I was too nervous before, and it didn't hurt so much when I just tore it off, but now it hurts even more when I stop and feel it.

He propped himself up on the ground with his hands, the blood was dripping sparsely, and he was shaking with pain.

Mo Poor's thoughts moved slightly, and he saw that the dripping blood disappeared as soon as it left his body, so he relaxed and felt relieved.

He knew that the thing just now was sent to another universe by his slap.

Seeing the security guard dying in front of his eyes, it is courting death to hold back his hands. He spins like a top, hoping to knock it flying when the contained object attacks it.

It is not safe to fly to the moon or the sun, because it requires a process, an extremely slow and long process.

So his goal is directly the 'overhead planet'.

The so-called overhead planet is not only a place that is imagined to be barren, without living things, but a sea of ​​magma and fire.

In particular, there are ten suns in the sky, which excludes all star systems currently observed by people on earth. Because so far, humans have not discovered many-body galaxies with ten stars.

More importantly, Mo Poor made sure to shoot an arrow there, and the arrow would disappear.

In other words, it is not in Mo Poor's world at all, and there is no such place in the entire universe.

This is an unlucky universe that he finally determined after slowly experimenting after living on Meng Island.

It's not good for him to choose a place with signs of life, otherwise it would be like throwing the contents that harmed here into other universes, harming others...

The best Mo Poor can do is to choose a barren place.

The head of the electric fan had been slapped by Mo Poor at the moment, the unlucky universe. To verify, he targeted the head of the electric fan again, making the dripping blood disappear.

It must be no longer in this world, it can be regarded as eliminating a containment object for this world.

"But it's too dangerous. Fortunately, it didn't kill me instantly..." Mo Qiong was extremely fortunate for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Although the chest muscles were torn off, it was better than losing his life.

It was dangerous and dangerous just now. First of all, he didn't know where the other party was hiding. If he hesitated a little and didn't decisively smash into the air, he might die before he could do anything.

The second is that he can touch the containment, if he can't touch it, or can't even touch it, then his actions are meaningless.

In the end, he didn't die... In fact, Mo Poor was quite nervous when he chose to rotate himself. If he really hit, would he die? Would it be possible that even if he sent it away, he would be instantly killed? With a high probability, his life is likely to be replaced.

So even though it hurts so much now, the result is already a good result that Mo Poor is completely willing to accept, and he is still very pleasantly surprised.

Even so fortunately, Mo Poor still has a layer of worry, that is, the injury will not have any effect on him, right?

A milder effect is fine, such as a deep diver, Mo Poor can accept it, but if it is a cheating effect like sleeping until old age, it will be miserable.

But he didn't have the time to think about it. The situation seemed to be very bad. The security guards here were all dead, so how bad is the situation down there?

And now, he was still injured, and his chest hurt like hell.

"How are you? What is attacking you?" The young man couldn't help opening his eyes when he heard Mo Poor's pain.

Because it can be called for so long, it means that it is not dead yet.

After seeing Mo Poor's tragic injuries, he knew that he was attacked by the containment, but Mo Poor lay there trembling, and the secret containment did not kill him for a long time.

"A... electric fan head... It scratched me, I slapped it, and then I didn't know it, it seemed to run away..." Mo Poor said.

The young man said in amazement: "Is this method really useful? Fuck, we are too lucky!"

A bludgeoning attack actually knocked out the contents? Since Mo Poor was attacked and he is fine now, just look at the dead security guards. If there is no reason to stop, some kind of condition must have been triggered unintentionally.

"Electric fan head? I haven't heard of it... But if it is such a containment object, it may have a switch on its face. You slap the switch just to make it invisible or blurred. Already?" the young man guessed.

"What kind of logic is this?" Mo Poor looked at him in surprise. With a fan head, could there be a switch on his face?

"This is the survival logic of D-class personnel. Observe the details, break the routine, break through the inertial thinking, and use your life to fight for a wave of survival. Sometimes some seemingly simple small actions can suppress the contained objects. This is my experience. Let's talk!" The young man said with the expression of an old driver.

Mo Poor was noncommittal, he was leaning against the wall now, he just wanted to stop the bleeding quickly.

The young man didn't say much, he hurriedly got up from the ground, leaned over and bent down and said, "Hold me, I'll take you to the infirmary!"

Mo Poor was no longer hypocritical, stood up with his neck in his arms, staggered downstairs, and was led to the infirmary on the fifth floor by the old driver of the so-called D-level personnel.

Of course, Mo Poor knew that he shot the fan head into the universe of the unlucky one.

But he didn't know that at this moment, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and Mo Poor was supported by his shoulders. Before his legs were idle, he suddenly kicked the air twice after taking two steps.

Sometimes kick forward, sometimes backward, sometimes sideways twice.

Bouncing around on one leg, he took Mo Poor to the infirmary, causing the two of them to almost fall several times.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say I hit the switch?" Mo Poor grinned.

"Ah? I'm talking nonsense. Everything is possible. I've never seen this containment object. Maybe it's just retreating temporarily. Maybe it will reappear sometime." The young man looked serious.

Although his actions are quite funny, he is still carrying out pre-judgment measures very seriously, and he is not sure if there are any useful measures.

Mo Poor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he knew that this person took what he just did as an effective action, thinking that if the contained object reappeared, it might be useful to predict and kick like this, it was better than doing nothing.

This is the survival attitude of D-class personnel. There may be some useful methods, and they are all treated as precious knowledge, and then they are done very seriously.

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