Blue and White Society Chapter 307: Cultural mouse

This is the horror of Mo Poor's playing with electricity. Safety measures such as lightning rods are almost meaningless.

Attracted by the best conductor, the lightning arrow must first hit the target, and then find a nearby circuit to slip away naturally.

Similarly, things like insulating clothing also break down when they break down.

The protective suit worn by the pig-face masked man has a transparent face. This kind of 'armor' is Mo Poor's favorite, because it will definitely break the armor.

As long as he can see inside, his arrows will definitely be able to blast in.

Get rid of the 'commander' here, and the war rats here fell into a panic for a while.

In their hearts, the pig-faced masked man is the ruler, one of the masters who give them wisdom, knowledge, and raise them.

They have been ruled by their ancestors and fathers, and they have fully integrated into the culture of this group of wimps. This is how non-human research will rule wimps.

Somewhat similar to Chinese culture, they do not rely on faith, they do not call themselves gods, but call themselves ancestors.

Perhaps from some perspectives, they have been deified, but this way of cultural implantation effectively avoids the embarrassment of the theocracy being punctured.

It would be too embarrassing if they were only gods in the Zhimozu group. Could it be that there are eight billion gods in the world?

The Non-Human Research Association still expects to use them as guns against other people. Isn't it possible that someone else will take their place in the future? They are all gods anyway.

The gods of other religions are powerful, so you can switch to other gods.

But this kind of ancestor is different, so what about the billions of people in the world? Only this little sucker is the one who creates, cultivates, and protects them. This is already doomed, and it is not so easy to change.

At least most of the wits will not betray their cultural core after their wisdom awakens and culture has nourished them for more than 20 generations.

The pig-faced masked man was knocked down by a light, which made the Zhimotus panic, but they were only shocked by Mo Poor's strength.

But then, these war mice took the initiative to adjust, and some of them dragged the unconscious pig-faced masked man into the laboratory.

Most of the rest flocked towards Mo Poor crazily, crowded and superimposed on each other, building high and high, like a wave of mice.

Including the special agent mouse hanging from the slide rope above, and even a remote-controlled drone, a flying mouse sitting in a model airplane.

"Zhi Zhi Zhi kills the enemy with me!"

"Zhizhizhi protects the pig king!"

"Squeak for the Horde!"

Several flying mice had rushed to the war mouse in front of them, and before they were scratched by the arc, they exploded suddenly.

Especially in the drone, the bomb inside was even more violent. The bursting flames and the blood mist from the sacrifice of the war rat directly blasted Mo Poor out of the sky.

This is just the first few bombs. If all the self-destructing planes in the sky rush up, I'm afraid it will blow him into meat sauce.

"There is still a means of self-explosion, a remote control bomb?"

Ignoring the burns on his body, Mo Poor jumped back two steps, stabilized his body in mid-air, and was slapped out by the burning clothes.

Suddenly, Ling Kong jumped repeatedly in the steam cloud, stirring up countless electric snakes dancing wildly.

These electric snakes just flowed around him, and the drones in the outer circle were all disturbed by electromagnetic interference, and fell directly from the midair.

If there is electricity, there must be magnetism. Mo Poor jumped repeatedly, constantly increasing the collision with the charges in the air, stimulating and expanding the electromagnetic field on his body.

What remote control, what circuit, what pulse circuit were all scrapped, and the chips of the drones were burned.

Not only that, all the chandeliers in the lobby exploded, and the computers, access control, broadcasting, and monitoring were all damaged at once.

Mo Poor jumped more and more vigorously, and a magnetic storm bloomed during repeated horizontal jumps. Finally, under the flashes of lightning, he destroyed all the electrical appliances here in one go.

Since the pig-faced masked man dared to stay, he would definitely not leave useful information for Lanbaishe.

So electrical appliances are not important, it is better to destroy the methods used by these War Rats to control aircraft, control machines, and detonate bombs.

For a moment, the hall was dimmed, leaving only the shining Mo Poor shining brightly.

As for the air force in Zhimo, the entire army was wiped out and fell into the solution.

Mo Qiongling stepped on the ground and chased towards the laboratory, ignoring the war mice for the time being.

He can force a hit, but a hit does not necessarily mean that there will be damage.

War rats are soaked in the solution, and it is really useless to use only electricity, because the current will not pass through their bodies at all, and will only be quickly transmitted from the solution on the surface to the ground.

If the electric current does not pass through the body, it cannot harm them.

It's fine to kill, Mo Qiong thought, and drew an electric arc on the face of the wise mouse that was sticking out of the solution.

Seeing that the rat was instantly blasted by electricity, the electric current jumped from the exposed head of the rat into the solution like a mad dog, and it was electrocuted to death by the way.

But there are dozens of them nearby, but nothing happened.

The solution all over the floor seriously hinders the area-of-effect of electrotherapy. If it can only kill one by one, then why does Mo Poor use electricity?

I saw Mo Qiong electrocute all the war mice that were jumping at him recklessly, and then rushed straight to the laboratory ignoring those soaked in the solution.

Boom!

Mo Poor kicked open the door of the laboratory, and saw hundreds of war rats dragged the pig-faced masked man here, and took medicine from the first aid kit to treat him.

But these war rats obviously don't know how to deal with electric injuries, and they don't know these medicines, so they can only run around in a hurry.

"Zhizhizhi... Hurry up and save the pig king." Hundreds of war mice screamed at a white mouse on the table.

The white mouse fiddled with the medicine in the medicine box, and quickly pulled out an ointment for treating burns.

But seeing Mo Poor suddenly barged in, it was startled, and Bata threw the ointment away again!

Hundreds of war rats were furious, but they didn't have time to control the white rat, but swarmed towards Mo Poor first.

There is no solution in this laboratory. Mo Poor snapped his fingers, and immediately a flash of light appeared from his fingertips. All the same kind behind were blown away, **** and bloody.

The white mouse wanted to run away, but there was no way to run here.

It was so anxious that it ran around on the table, and finally ran around, but chose to face the reality, lying on the table tremblingly waiting to die.

"White rat?" Mo Poor walked over while fighting back against the rats who rushed in one after another from outside the door to die.

It didn't kill it, because it was the only widow that didn't rush up to him when it saw him.

Obviously, this is not a combat unit, and the color is different from those of the war mice outside. I guess it is an experimental assistant?

Mo Poor walked over, stared at the white mouse on the table waiting to die, and said, "You should be able to understand me, if you really have the concept of language."

Sure enough, the white mouse raised its head tremblingly, and nodded violently to show that it understood.

Of course it can understand, not because it is proficient in human language, but because of the translation of konjac.

As long as it is a systematic language, it is within the scope of Konjac's automatic translation.

Translating konjac does not allow people to communicate with beasts, because the communication method of wild beasts is not considered language at all. To achieve the standard of translating konjac, the lowest level of vowels must be Neanderthal.

White rats already have their own language, and with the help of humans, their culture is accelerating, and the maturity of their language and writing is no less than that of English. Looking at the contemporary human world, this level is also a middle-level language.

When he came in earlier, Mo Poor heard whistles and sharp voices ordering the war rats on the radio.

At that time, Mo Poor understood the meaning completely and knew that someone was sitting here and commanding the battle.

Since he can understand the rat language, it is natural that the smart mouse can also understand his Chinese.

"Don't kill me, I'm good, save me, I surrender." Seeing Mo Poor talking to it, the white mouse immediately shouted cleverly.

Of course, it speaks the mouse language, but Mo Poor understands it, but the translation is a bit strange, why does it sound a bit like Chuci?

Seeing that Mo Poor raised his eyebrows and said nothing, the white mouse became anxious, rushed to the coffee machine and made a cup of coffee skillfully, and then pushed the cart to Mo Poor.

"There is no sugar in a cup of coffee, let me die and I will surrender." The white mouse said again.

Mo Poor said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I know you're going to surrender, are you the director of the coffee machine in this laboratory? By the way, how do you know that I don't like sugar?"

The white mouse looked confused. It didn't know that Mo Poor didn't like sugar. They mice like sugar very much, and the experts in this laboratory also like adding sugar. But the man with the pig face mask just likes to drink the original flavor. He almost killed him before, but left him alive to make him pour coffee without sugar.

So much so that the rats thought that not adding sugar was a kind of etiquette for humans to express submission.

So what it says 'a cup of coffee without sugar' is actually an allusion of surrender, and it is a newly invented idiom...

After Mo Poor asked clearly, he secretly laughed at how stupid this guy was, but after thinking deeply, he was startled by the strong cultural cells of Wisdom Mouse.

Modern people know that citing classics is the ancestors who created the classics.

Chimomouse knows how to invent idioms from precedents, and once passed down, it's culture.

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