Blue and White Society Chapter 127

  Chapter 127 Deus Ex

   "Go!"

  The temperature is getting higher and higher, and now the fan is useless, there is not much cool air around.

  Under the fire, the entire workshop was turbid and even filled with poisonous gas.

  The high temperature scorched the two of them. Although Mo Poor's operation made them suffer from the lightest high temperature, it was almost reaching the limit of ordinary people's tolerance at this moment.

   This fire killed countless wax figures, and Mo Qiong didn't count. Anyway, as far as he could see, there were basically few moving wax figures, and they all stood upright like melting monsters.

   "Hurry up...cough cough cough..."

  Mo Poor pulled his brown hair and hurried away. The brown hair was also choking uncomfortably, his eyes were watering, and he was still staring at the oil painting.

  Meet scattered wax figures on the road at the door, flicked the muzzle of the gun, and collapsed to death.

   Now the trouble is not the wax figure, but the fire.

  Because to prevent the wax figure from running away, he also set fire to the gap. At this moment, the road is full of fire and thick smoke is billowing. They have to rush over.

   "Poor! I can't see anymore!" The brown-haired man's eyes were red and bloodshot.

   "Don't worry about it! You go out first, I'll burn the painting!" Mo Poor heard that, pulling his brown hair and wanting him to go first, and then he took the opportunity to exile the painting.

   It is not difficult to rush through this field of fire, and everyone is not a reserved person. If you close your eyes and your heart is bent, you will definitely be able to rush through, and nothing will happen.

  They are not wax figures. It is not so easy for living people to burn to death. At most, their hair and clothes will be burned, but they can be easily extinguished.

   What's more, Mo Poor can easily sweep away all the burning objects and make a way, so that he won't be burned by open flames, at most he will be scorched.

  But... it is impossible for the brown hair to rush over with eyes open.

   After Mo Poor finished speaking, he saw the brown hair staring at him, pushing Mo Poor behind him and running wildly: "No! No! I can do it, I can hold on!"

   He's obviously freaked out, no drawing? Go first? This is tantamount to releasing 382. He has already been ordered by the Blue and White Society and knows the horror of 382 very well. He will never allow Mo Qiong to come here at this moment.

  However, even if he is firm, Mo Poor can't let him do whatever he wants.

   Just kidding, staring and rushing through the hot fire? Do you think you are a Saiyan?

   "Go out first, and leave the painting to me!" Mo Poor said as he took down the painting.

  Brown hair said anxiously: "No, this painting is indestructible, trust me, I can do it, this painting is also an indestructible shield, trust me!"

   "Oh?" Mo Poor thought that if the painting was destroyed, the contents inside would come out.

   Now it seems that it is not, this cannot be destroyed at all, it is the containment itself, and the back view inside is only a part.

  The characteristics of the container are multi-faceted. The indestructibility of this painting means that someone must control and monitor it at all times. However, because it cannot be destroyed, it can be regarded as an indestructible shield.

  I saw the brown hair sticking his face directly on the painting, his eyes were fixed on the back, and he rushed out boldly.

  Mo Poor didn't talk nonsense, he ran outside to protect him, and even blew away the hot smoke with his mouth, not only helping him, but also helping himself.

  The painting has been in this fire scene, and it didn't get hot at all, and it was always kept at a cold level.

  Brown hair and eyes were attached to ensure that there would be no impact of hot smoke on the front, and he was also blowing himself, so he really insisted on running out.

"Out!"

  Mo Poor ran out with brown hair, and immediately stared at the painting to let him rest.

  The brown hair rubbed his eyes and said excitedly: "We're out! We're out! Hahaha!"

  Mo Poor smiled and asked him to rest for a while before handing it over to him.

   "This self-control..."

  Maybe the brown hair doesn't have much ability, but under the tempering of the D-class personnel's life, there is no will to survive, otherwise they would not live today.

  The brown-haired man closed his eyes and rested for more than a dozen seconds before recovering. One can imagine how much pain he had just now. Being able to overcome this instinct is considered to be different from ordinary people.

   The matter of staring at the painting should be left to the brown hair, after all, Mo Poor is obviously stronger in combat.

   "Well...these wax figures were also burned to death, what did Xiao Feng and the others do..." Mo Poor walked in the corridor, and he could see many burnt wax figures stretching all the way to the distance.

  After walking for a while, Mo Poor didn't see Xiao Feng, so he directly held Xiao Feng's eyes at the back of his head.

   "You keep an eye on it first, I will notify Xiao Feng."

  Although Xiao Feng does not have a communicator, his eyeballs are here. Mo Poor holds it and rushes towards him, which is equivalent to looking at Xiao Feng.

   "Xiao Feng, you guys are leaving first? Are you still on the negative tenth floor? If you're not there, just blink." Mo Poor said to his eyeballs, his mouth was deliberately obvious.

   Soon the eyeballs blinked continuously, indicating that they were not on the negative tenth floor.

  Mo Poor said again: "Okay, you stay where you are and don't move around, wait until I find you!"

   "Blink three times if you understand."

   Immediately, the eyeballs blinked three more times, and in this way, the two completed the communication.

  Give the back of the head to the brown hair and let him continue to coordinate with the eyeballs to stare at the painting. Mo Qiong rubbed the burnt hair on his head, and positioned Xiao Feng's position.

  At this moment, Xiao Feng had already stopped moving. Long before Mo Poor took the initiative to contact him, he had already known the big movement over there through the back of his head.

   Fire! Thick smoke! high temperature!

   Xiao Feng and Jinfa fought all the way to the stairwell, and walked to the ninth floor through the stairs. Along the way, Xiao Feng did not forget to pay attention to the things in the laboratory.

  Because his eyeballs are held in the brown-haired hands, they are always placed in front of the painting, staring at the back.

  Though he couldn't see other places through his peripheral vision, his eyes were able to keep staring at the painting, which in itself meant that the two of them were fine, which was equivalent to constantly reporting that they were safe.

   When his eyeballs fall to the ground, roll aside, get stepped on by a wax figure, or silently stare at the ceiling in the corner, it means that Mo Poor and the others are finished.

  He thought that Mo Poor would not be able to kill him, but through some details, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a big fire there.

   Immediately realized that Mo Poor did not give up breaking out, he found the fuel in the motor room, and was doing big things.

"No way, he intends to burn the wax figures to death? There are so many wax figures, how can he do it alone?" Xiao Feng was startled, and hastily stopped the blond hair, and the two of them nestled in the stairwell, one checked from a distance, and the other listened to the dictation .

It's a pity that the brown hair is too conscientious, except that Xiao Feng could see the two of them climbing up the table and Mo Qiong kicking the oil drum when they ran violently before, he couldn't see what happened after that, he could only guess through a little smoke and firelight .

  The spectacular scene of the fire is gone, he can only stare at the back...

   "Mo Poor didn't choose to stay in the lab, he's working hard to get out..."

   "Can it succeed?"

   Xiao Feng, who couldn't see clearly, waited anxiously. He really hoped that Mo Poor would come out, but it was too difficult.

   So what if it is set on fire? They also used oil, but knowing the difficulty, it was too difficult to burn.

   Unless you can create a huge fire that fills the room, even if you light some wax figures, they will still complete the encirclement.

  If you put the oil in one place, there will always be many places that cannot be burned. The wax figure will not stand in the wall of fire and burn it for him.

   "But if he pours oil all over the place, isn't he afraid of burning himself?" Blonde asked in surprise.

   Xiao Feng said: "He has already done this, my God, I feel that what my eyes see is becoming more and more blurred, the temperature over there is very high!"

   "Crazy, is this going to die together?"

   Both of them were stunned, a small fire is useless, a big fire is useful, but aren't you afraid of death? They were in the encirclement, setting the whole workshop on fire, wouldn't they be roasting themselves in the fire?

   "What is he doing!" Xiao Feng knew that Mo Poor wanted to break out so much that he used this extremely dangerous method to put himself in a sea of ​​flames.

  If Mo Poor is honest and practical with a gun, it is not a problem to keep the wax figure from touching him with his marksmanship, but it is a matter of persistence for a long time.

  But now that there is such a big fire, what is the difference from the same death?

   "Wait... wait a minute! Fuck!"

   "The flames are burning my eyes! This is..."

   "What? Came out?"

  In the thick smoke and heat wave, although Xiao Feng didn't feel pain, he could feel the harsh environment.

   Immediately afterwards, the two of them passed through the fire, and he was so burned that he couldn't help blinking. Of course, it wasn't the pain from the smoke, but the fright.

   But then, he was stunned, because the oil painting was handed over to Mo Poor, and he could see the two of them in the corridor.

   They rushed out of the fire.

   "It really came out!" Xiao Feng jumped out in surprise, although he didn't know how he did it, but he must have been thrilled.

   "Could it be possible to just hold on to the heat wave inside, wait for the wax figures to melt, and then kill them out? Isn't it too cruel? Is this a wax figure that was hardened to death?"

   "Nice! Let's wait for them, they are coming!"

  The two were very pleasantly surprised. Mo Poor set a fire to break through the encirclement, and actually came out with brown hair.

   The wax figure must have suffered heavy losses, otherwise the two of them would not have been able to escape.

   This means that the two relied on a fire that burned both the enemy and themselves, and then forcibly boiled to death the wax figure that was easier to melt.

   p.s: Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)

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