Blue and White Society - Chapter 317

[Chapter 307 Culture Rat]

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 electro-optic arrow must first hit the target, and then find a nearby circuit to slip away naturally.

In the same way, things like insulating clothing also break down when they break down.

The protective suit worn by the man with the pig face mask 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 once fell into a panic.

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 grandparents and fathers, and they have fully integrated into the culture of this group of wimps. This is how non-human research will rule wimps.

A bit similar to Chinese culture, they don’t rely on faith, they don’t 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 there be eight billion gods in the world?

The Non-Human Research Society 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 people’s religions are powerful, and they 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 lighting, which made the Zhimouses panic, but they were only shocked by Mo Poor’s strength.

But then, these war rats 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 frantically, 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 the remote control drone, the flying mouse sitting in the model airplane.

“Zhizhizhi follow me to kill the enemy!”

“Zhizhizhi protects the pig king!”

“Zhizhizhi is for the tribe!”

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

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

These are just the first few bombs. If all the self-exploding planes rush up, they may blow him into meat sauce.

“There’s even a means of self-explosion, a remote control bomb?”

Mo Poor ignored the burns on his body, 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 circulated around him, and the drones in the outer circle were all disturbed by electromagnetic interference, and fell directly from the midair.

Where there is electricity, there must be magnetism. Mo Poor jumped repeatedly, constantly increasing the collision with the electric 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 drone chips 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.

Therefore, 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.

However, the air force in the Zhimotu was completely annihilated 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 doesn’t necessarily mean damage.

The war rats were soaked in the solution, and it was really useless to use only electricity, because the current would not pass through their bodies at all, and would only be rapidly transmitted from the solution on the surface to the ground.

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

It’s okay to kill with a single click, Mo Poor 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 next to them, but nothing happened.

The solution all over the floor seriously hindered the area-of-effect of electrotherapy. If they could only be targeted one by one, why would Mo Poor use electricity?

Mo Qiong electrocuted all the rats that were jumping at him recklessly, 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 dragging the pig-faced masked man here, and took out medicine from the first aid kit to treat him.

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

“Zhizhizhi… Hurry up and save Pig King.” Hundreds of war rats yelled wildly 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 when it saw Mo Poor suddenly barging in, it was startled, and Bata threw the ointment away again!

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

There was no more solution in the laboratory. Mo Poor snapped his fingers, and an electric light emanated from his fingertips. A white light flashed, and a hundred war mice were electrocuted, detonating the explosives in their bodies, and the ground behind them. All of the same kind were blown up, bloody and bloody.

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

It was so anxious that it turned 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 war rats rushing in one after another from outside the door to die.

I didn’t kill it, because it was the only wit who didn’t rush to do it when he 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, violently Nod your head to show you understand.

Of course it can understand, not that it is proficient in human language, but the effect of translating 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 beasts is not a language at all. To achieve the standard of translating konjac, it must be at least the vowel level of Neanderthals.

Chimouse already has its own language, and with the help of humans, their culture is accelerated, and the maturity of language and writing is no less than that of English. Looking at the contemporary human world, this level is also a language in the middle.

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

At that time, Mo Poor fully understood the meaning, knowing 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 because I’m a good boy, save me and I’ll surrender.” Seeing Mo Poor talking to it, the white mouse immediately shouted cleverly.

Of course, it spoke Rat Language, but Mo Poor understood it, but the translation was a bit strange, why did it sound a bit like Chu Ci?

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, then pushed the cart to Mo Poor.

“A cup of coffee without sugar, let me die and I will surrender.” The white mouse said again.

Mo Qiong smiled and said, “Okay, okay, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com I know you are 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 .

Damn, it didn’t know that Mo Poor didn’t like sugar, the rats liked sugar very much, and the experts in this lab also liked 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 human beings to express their submission.

Therefore, what it said ‘a cup of coffee without sugar’ is actually an allusion with the meaning of surrender, and it is an idiom that has just been invented…

After Mo Poor asked clearly, he first laughed secretly at this guy’s stupidity, but then thought deeply, and then Surprised by the strong cultural cells of Chimosus.

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

The Chimouse knows how to invent idioms from precedent, and once passed down, it’s culture.

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[End of this Chapter]