Blue and White Society

  Chapter 318 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 fell into a panic for a while.

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

   They have ruled them since their grandparents and fathers, and they have fully integrated into the culture of this group of smart mice. This is how non-human research will rule smart mice.

  It's a bit similar to Chinese culture. They don't rely on faith, they don't claim to be gods, but they 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 status of the Zhimozu group. Could it be that there are 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 the culture has nourished them for more than 20 generations.

  The pig-faced masked man was knocked down by a light, 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 agent mouse hanging on the slide rope above, and even the remote control drone, the flying mouse sitting in the model airplane.

   "Zhi Zhi Zhi follow me to kill the enemy!"

   "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.

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

   "There is even a means of self-explosion, a remote-controlled 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 repeatedly jumped horizontally 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 charges in the air, stimulating and expanding the electromagnetic field on his body.

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

   Not only that, all the chandeliers in the hall 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 electric light, 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.

  The air force in the wits was completely annihilated and fell into the solution.

  Mo Qiong stepped on Kongkong and chased towards the laboratory, ignoring the war rats for the time being.

  He can forcibly hit, but hitting does not mean that there must be damage.

  War rats are soaked in the solution, and there is really nothing they can do if they only use 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.

   Electricity does not pass through the body, so it cannot cause harm to 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 smart mouse was instantly blasted by electricity, the electric current jumped from the exposed head of the mouse into the solution like a mad dog, and electrocuted it to death.

  But there are dozens of them next to them, but there is nothing wrong with them.

  The solution all over the floor seriously hindered the range of electrotherapy. If you can only kill one by one, why does Mo Poor use electricity?

  I saw Mo Qiong electrocute all the rats that jumped 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 rats yelled 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 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, **** 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, trembling on the table and 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.

   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 waiting to die on the table, 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 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 automatic translation by Konjac.

  Translating konjac does not allow people to communicate with wild beasts, because the communication method of wild beasts is not a language at all. To achieve the standard of translating konjac, it must be at least the vowel level of Neanderthals.

  White rats already have their 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 language of rats, it is natural that Zhishu can also understand his Chinese.

   "Don't kill me, I'm good, save my life, I 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, and 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 Poor smiled and said: "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 to add 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 no sugar was a kind of etiquette for humans to express submission.

  So what it said 'a cup of coffee without sugar' is actually an allusion with the meaning 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 Zhishu.

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

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

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  (end of this chapter)