Blue and White Society

  Chapter 317 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, a large amount of electric light was triggered.

   Swallowing a piece of thunder wood, I don't even feel the 8,000 milliampere current.

   Only 10,000 mAh is needed to feel a little paralyzed by being pumped by lighter electronics. This 8,000 mAh is only equivalent to the bioelectricity in a normal human body, which is insignificant and rare.

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

  At this moment, he himself is a continuous power supply, and he has built a large electric field with the steam cloud.

   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 snakes danced wildly, and the interlaced electric sparks were forcibly emitted, sweeping across a field of smart mice.

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

  So both Mo Qiong and Gou Ye rely on the effect of lightning hitting wood, playing this kind of 'controlling lightning', the degree of coquettishness is completely different.

   Lord Gou is in another base, and he also uses this method, but it is 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 the body discharge about one or two meters outside the body, and then it would be sucked away by the ground.

  But Mo Poor is different, all the electricity radiating from his body has become his arrows, he can shoot whoever he wants, and electrify wherever he wants.

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

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

  The emitted arcs are bound together inexplicably, and connect with the bombardment area to form a visible blue power grid, which is like the jumping AC arc between two magnetic storm coils, emitting a beautiful melody.

  In just a split second, 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 formed 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 continues to 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 more than ten to 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 released into blue and white light and heat.

   But even so, killing some mice in seconds is more than enough.

   "Zizizizizizi..."

   "Boom boom boom boom..."

  Mo Poor was walking in the charged steam cloud. From the surveillance, it looked like a group of Lanbai 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 hastily blew a mournful whistle, ordering more war rats to rush to the scene to stop Mo Poor.

   "Electricity... I see. Isn'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, pasted it on the incinerator, and then directly 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 such means, they don’t even know the Blue and White Society at all, and they don’t know the organization of the Blue and White Society’s power.

   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 may seem like 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 Blue and White 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 method of communication with contained objects is invisible.

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

   "No wonder they didn't carry other weapons, but they killed my rat army in large numbers through electric current."

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

  He is a big bastard, 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 is very familiar with the content of the experiment and the formula of Life No. 1, and he is the target of the order to silence him.

  Leave it alive, if it doesn't come in handy, it won't be too late to kill it.

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

   Talking to mice is very weird. The language used is a universal language invented by Zhimotus, which is more suitable for the vocal organs of rats. 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 chimoses could swim in it.

  Countless smart mice 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? Take a bath?" Mo Poor laughed dumbfounded as he watched countless wimomouses soaking in the solution in the entire 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.

   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 jumped high, evaded several landing tactics, and at the same time smashed 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 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-face masked man's hand all the way.

"what!"

  The gun of the pig-faced masked man burst directly! 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 being a member of the Lanbai Club, with such great strength, I'm afraid he can crush me to death with one hand, right?"

   "However, can you make it through? Or are you planning to electrocute me at such a distance? Do you recognize this formation?"

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

   "Huh?" The pig-faced masked man was taken aback.

  Seeing that the electric arc from Mo Poor's hands circulated around his body, it shot out suddenly and rushed 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 then sank into a thick layer of sodium chloride solution on the ground until it 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!

  Dense electric snakes passed through the steel needle grid continuously, and after 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 him with electricity, and fell to the ground smoking.

   This guy shoots as soon as he enters the door. Mo Poor doesn't seem to want to save his life, but he has to ask something before shooting. Although the voltage of this shot is high at this moment, the current is not lethal, and he deliberately lowered it.

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   p.s: Sorry, I can see it in the background when I post it, but the app can’t see it eh...

  (end of this chapter)