Blue and White Society - Chapter 316

[Chapter 306 Who Says You Can’t Be Killed With a Lightning Rod]

Mo Poor’s body was covered with arc lights, and as soon as his body moved in the steam cloud, it would trigger a large amount of electric light.

Swallowing a piece of lightning wood, I didn’t even feel the 8,000mA current.

Only 10,000 mA is a bit of a numb feeling after being pumped by a lighter’s electronics. This 8,000 mA is only equivalent to the bioelectricity in a normal human body, which is insignificant and ordinary.

But this rare and ordinary electric current is a deadly thing to other people.

At this moment, he himself is a continuous power source, and cooperates with the steam cloud to build a large electric field.

When moving and seeing lightning, Mo Poor rubbed his hands against the wall and ran forward, sparks and lightning along the way, creating countless arcs.

With a wave of his hand, the crackling silver snake danced wildly, and the intertwined electric sparks were forcibly emitted, sweeping across a field of chimos.

The war rats swarming in the distance were beaten into convulsions by the electric shock, emitting scorched smoke, and then burst into clouds of blood mist.

It’s useless even if these walls are grounded, because Mo Poor still has absolute hits.

These currents can no longer follow its favorite circuit, they have to flow to the place where Mo Poor let them flow before they can leave naturally.

So both Mo Poor and Lord Gou rely on the effect of lightning strike wood, playing this kind of ‘controlling lightning’, the degree of coquettishness is completely different.

Lord Gou also used this method in another base, but it was difficult to attack from a distance.

He couldn’t let the arc hit too far. Even if there was a cloud of steam, he could at most let his body discharge about one or two meters outside his body, and then it would be sucked away by the ground.

But Mo Poor was different, all the electricity emitted from his body became his arrows, he could shoot whoever he wanted, wherever he wanted electricity.

Seeing a group of smart mice gathered together, the electric arc on his body immediately pricked and shot over.

With the electric field formed by the steam cloud, wherever his current spreads, everyone will suffer.

The emitted arcs are bound together inexplicably, connecting with the bombardment area to form a visible blue power grid, like the alternating arcs jumping between two magnetic storm coils, emitting a beautiful melody.

But for a moment, all the wimomouses in that area were surrounded by white lightning and exploded into a cloud of blood.

Immediately afterwards,

the electric snake extending from Mo Poor’s body began to sweep like a broom. This was the movement caused by changing the landing point under Mo Poor’s continuous discharge.

The previous current is consumed or diverted away, but the subsequent current flows continuously, connected into one piece, and continuously output.

Mo Poor is like a dharma king who controls thunder and lightning, constantly rubbing fierce and violent ‘forked lightning’ from his hands.

These electric arcs not only spread in a short distance, but inexplicably spread to an extremely far distance, lasing out ten or twenty meters, blasting and killing groups of rats.

Of course, the farther the distance, the lower the lethality. During the transmission process, a lot of energy is consumed, and it is released into blue and white light and heat.

But even so, it is more than enough to kill some mice in seconds.

“Zizizizi…”

“Bang bang bang bang…”

Mo Poor was walking in the cloud of charged steam. From the surveillance, it looked like a group of blue and white club electricians, constantly emitting visible electric light.

After a while, the halls and passages were filled with corpses, and the walls were covered with flesh and blood.

At the same time, all lighting facilities and monitoring devices were burned by the current, and the screen in front of the pig-faced masked man in the monitoring room was completely black.

He hurriedly blew his whistle and ordered more war rats to rush to the scene to stop Mo Poor.

“Electricity…so that’s the case, aren’t Lanbai members afraid of electricity…” He quickly wrote down what he had just seen on a piece of paper.

He took the paper money with information written on it to the incinerator, took out a black and white photo of a certain woman from his body, and pasted it on the incinerator, then threw the paper money in and burned it.

Yes, it’s like burning paper money.

There is no doubt that the organizations that dare to deal with the Blue and White Society all have concealed means of hiding or concealed means of communication.

Without this kind of means, or even not knowing the Blue and White Society at all, and the organization that doesn’t know the power of the Blue and White Society, it has long since ceased to exist, and there is not much room for development at all.

This method of burning paper money is the top-secret communication method of the Inhuman Research Society.

An ordinary cemetery has become a shelter, and all the paper money, paper people, paper Lamborghinis, and even any paper things that were burned for the photos of the burial in the cemetery will appear in that cemetery and be restored from the ashes out of thin air .

No matter how far away, this phenomenon will inevitably happen, and the pigments printed on it will also be carried over.

It seems to be nothing, but it is actually very useful. Non-human research will firmly grasp this containment and use it as an exclusive means of communication.

The Lanbai Society’s encirclement and suppression of strongholds will inevitably block communication. Even if they don’t, they have to weigh it for fear of being monitored and tracked.

But this kind of communication method of contained objects is invisible.

Communications, design drawings, books, and even banknotes and contracts can all be transferred in this way, which is extremely convenient.

“No wonder you didn’t carry any other weapons, but you used electric current to kill a large number of my rat army.”

“Quickly, go and make me a lightning rod and a sodium chloride solution!” The pig-faced masked man ordered the trembling little white mouse beside him.

He is a big bastard, and he is the instructor in charge of training the militarized war rats in the organization. He may know some knowledge by ear, but in some respects he is not as good as this graduate student rat.

As one of the assistants of the experts, this white mouse assistant has been specially trained and is very familiar with the chemicals and experimental equipment here.

And he knew the content of the experiment and the formula of Life No. 1 very well, so he was the target of the order to silence him.

Leave it alive, if it is not useful, it will not be too late to kill it.

Of course the white mouse knew this, so although it felt that ordinary conductors would not be able to conduct Mo Poor’s electricity based on what he saw just now, he still followed his orders and dared not say more.

Talking to mice is very weird. The language used is the common language invented by Zhimo, which is more suitable for the vocal organs of mice.

So much so that the pig-faced masked man said that the rat’s voice was very high-pitched, and with a few whistles, it sounded like an eunuch.

Soon, in the hall outside the laboratory, a large amount of sodium chloride solution was poured, covering the floor more than ten centimeters, and the chimos could swim in it.

Numerous wisdom rats are densely packed in it, waiting for it.

“Bang! Bang!”

Mo Poor directly blasted the gate with a special bomb.

As soon as he came in, he stepped into the water, and immediately jumped into the air to prevent fraud, and directly hung in the air.

“Oh? Let’s take a bath?” Mo Poor laughed dumbfounded as he watched countless wimomouses soaking in the solution in the whole hall.

What’s even more ridiculous is that there is a pig-faced masked man holding a steel gun, wearing an electric protective suit, with a lightning rod on his head, and a ground wire wrapped around his feet, staring at him intently.

Around him, there are several towering coils and steel needles everywhere, like a thunder formation.

“Da da da!” The

pig-faced masked man was stunned when he saw him standing in the air, so he crazily fired bullets.

Mo Poor leaped high, evaded with several landing tactics, and at the same time smashed out a few special steam bombs again, and immediately filled the scene with countless supercharged clouds.

He held a steel rod in his hand and stirred it in the steam, turning and turning, turning out a dense and restless electric arc.

“Wow!”

With a flick of the stick, it hit the pig-faced masked man’s hand in a flash.

“Ah!” The

pig-faced masked man’s gun burst!

Even the wrist was broken.

Fortunately, he was wearing an anti-electric suit and surrounded by good conductors, so he didn’t feel the electric shock.

And the countless arcs wrapped by the stick disappeared, and all the blue light and white light disappeared into the densely packed conductors in bursts of flickering.

Seeing that his lightning protection measures were effective, he immediately smiled and said, “As expected of a member of Lanbai Club, with such great strength, I’m afraid he can crush me to death with one hand, right?

” Electrocuted me so far away? Do you recognize this formation?”

After adjusting the battery discharge power, Mo Poor rubbed his hands violently and said, “Who told you that you won’t be struck by lightning if you have a lightning rod?”

“Huh?” The pig-faced masked man was stunned.

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saw that the electric arc from Mo Poor’s hands was spreading circularly around his body, but suddenly shot out suddenly, rushing into the lightning protection array at an extremely fast speed.

At the blow of throwing the stick before, all the arcs were attracted to the lightning rod, and fell into a thick layer of sodium chloride solution on the ground until they entered the ground.

But this time it was wrong, although the arc radiated from Mo Poor’s hand still hit the lightning rod, it slipped from the surface and came out again!

The densely packed electric snakes passed through the steel needle grid continuously, and with a few jumps, they rushed to the pig-face mask man at an unabated speed.

What frightened him the most was that there was a loud noise, and the anti-electric suit exploded directly, and the electric light blasted on his face, instantly convulsing his whole body, and fell to the ground with smoke.

This guy shot as soon as he entered the door. Mo Poor didn’t seem to keep alive, but he had to ask something before shooting him. Although the voltage of this shot was high at this moment, the current was not lethal, and he deliberately lowered it.

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[End of this Chapter]