Blue and White Society Chapter 210

  Chapter 210 What did he use against me?

  Looking around, those rebel chess pieces had already been killed by Mo Qiong, and they were defeated like a mountain.

  Steel helmets and bulletproof combat uniforms do not actually provide much protection, and rifles are enough to penetrate.

   What's more, Mo Poor's bullets falling from the sky will only increase their power, but will never slow them down.

  Seeing many of his subordinates wearing steel helmets who were headshot, the tattooed leader threw away his armor without hesitation.

   These equipment, which were once considered to protect them, are now regarded as reminders.

   Regardless of whether a person has such protection or not, once they are taken care of by Mo Poor, they will definitely die. Even if they block a shot and survive, then another shot will be fired.

  So the key is whether you will be targeted by Mo Poor. The bullet is safest only if it hits someone else.

  Wearing them would make Mo Poor more likely to be a target, so it's better to just take them off.

  The tattooed leader asked his own people to take off all their clothes, and mixed in with the rebels, pretending to be ordinary soldiers at the bottom.

   But what is the use of this? The fastest group of people were also killed one by one by Mo Qiong.

  It is impossible for him to allow this group of people to escape, knowing that they can escape from the mountain wall, naturally he will not let them approach there.

   "Puff puff puff..."

  A pile of corpses fell down in the front row, many of them were real religious members.

  The bullets that fell from the sky were like a gully, drawing a line of life and death on the road ahead.

  Those who cross the line die.

  Some people stopped, and some people didn't give up, and ran to both sides, hoping to spread out and go around the mountain wall.

   But this was obviously overthinking. They ran tens of meters on the ground, but Mo Poor could catch up with just a slight movement of his arms in the sky.

   "Bang bang bang..."

   Or how to say that one person encircled and suppressed a thousand people, Mo Poor took a few steps casually, and threw a few shots with a slight swing of his arm, turning those rebels who had managed to run tens of meters into corpses.

  After doing this several times, no matter which direction the rebels wanted to flee, they would be killed by thunderbolts, shocking the entire army.

  For a while, the rebels could neither advance nor retreat, and were forced into a group and fell into chaos.

  Those who fired were beaten, those who held up their shields were beaten, those who wore helmets were beaten, and those who wore bulletproof vests were beaten.

   On the contrary, he obediently stood still and survived.

  Even if he was beaten, his hands and feet were only broken.

   Exactly so, the demoralized rebels didn't want to escape at all, and some even threw away their guns and raised their hands high to show their surrender.

  Mo Poor's bullet drew a circle in the sky, and surrounded the hundreds of enemies, as if drawing the ground into a prison.

"Pick up the gun for me!" The tattoo leader roared, these rebels are useless, holding a gun is a force of war, at least as long as the members are on the ground and within range, the hundreds of rebels are still very threatening .

  If you even throw away the gun, you will really be slaughtered.

   "Don't listen to him! There never was a Creator!"

   "No more fights! No more fights! We have been deceived! The gods in his mouth can only punch holes!"

   "It's agreed that we are on par with each other? What are we fighting against?"

   "You are only allowed to throw away your armor and armor, but we are not allowed to throw guns and surrender?"

   Morale collapsed, and these rebels immediately questioned the propaganda and education words of the religious group.

Even though they had been told in training that they would have to fight against some strange forces, but when they actually went to the battlefield and met a monster like Mo Poor standing in the sky with one enemy against a thousand, their mentality exploded. What benefits did the religious group promise them before? Also useless.

   "Hmph, mob." The tattoo leader laughed instead of anger.

At this moment, there are only three real members of the sect left, and the three gathered next to the tattooed leader and said: "Boss, these people are completely useless, and our mission is doomed to fail, the key now is to allow you to leave... "

   "No, forget it. I can die here too!" The tattoo leader hesitated and gave up.

He said: "If there is no accident, our stronghold in Ethiopia has been destroyed. Even if not, when the Blue and White Society finds out the identities of this group of people, that stronghold will definitely be lost. We have no way to retreat, neither can we escape to the Holy Land , and cannot be captured alive..."

   "Understood, if you can't leave, you won't leave. The Church of Gaia will never be destroyed." The teacher said firmly.

   "I planted bombs in the bodies of all the rebels. Even if we die here, we can't gain nothing..." the tattoo leader laughed.

   "Boss, there are corpses of rebels everywhere around the people of Lanbaishe. I saw them collecting ammunition before. Why don't we just detonate the corpses now and let them be buried with us!" said the teacher.

  But the tattoo leader shook his head again and said: "No, it would be too wasteful to just blow up those reserve members. The power of the bomb is not great. Even if it succeeds, it will scare the snake away, and the others will not be hurt anyway."

   "So how do we do it?" the teacher asked.

   "I tried to lure and lure the members close, and then I detonated more than a thousand bombs at the same time, and all were destroyed. In fact... it is best to kill the one in the sky!" said the tattoo leader.

  Although the task failed, he was not discouraged. In fact, their church has been defeated repeatedly and has not won the Blue and White Club yet.

  Every time, they pay a heavy price in exchange for the Lanbai Society to bear some losses. They lose and fight again, and lose again after fighting. As long as they achieve their goal once, they will make a lot of money.

  This time, although they failed in their mission, they can take the next best thing. It is better to kill a few members than to get nothing. Especially wanting to kill Mo Poor, there is no doubt that in their eyes, Mo Poor is a rookie of the Blue and White Society, strangling him in the cradle, and sacrificing all of them is worthwhile, anyway, they can't leave.

   "How to lure and lure? Fake surrender?" the teacher said.

"Surrender? No, they won't accept our surrender again. Once we surrender, the members who lead the team will definitely be suspicious." The tattooed leader said, obviously, some of their church's previous operations also pretended to surrender. But in the end, the lessons of blood told the Blue and White Society that it is impossible for true members of the Gaia Church to surrender, and once they do that, they will definitely be cheated.

   After thinking about it, the tattoo leader suddenly passed through the communicator, making his subordinates who had turned into wool monsters and were fighting with the instructor of the Lanbai Society hurry over.

   "Boss, you can't stand this field, and I'll let you spray yourself to death!" The wool monster's microphone was hidden in his body.

   "It doesn't matter, we are all dead anyway, tell me quickly, what degree of immortality does that containment give you?" the tattoo leader asked.

  While fighting and retreating, the woolly monster approached the rebels who were forced to shrink into a ball, and at the same time explained to the boss what he had experienced and speculated about the characteristics of the contained objects.

   "So that's it, it's better than I imagined..." The characteristic of the woolly creature is that the functions of its human body are not linked to the surface image at all. Although his head is rotten, he can still talk, and even though his ears are gone, he can still hear.

  The mixture of wool and wool is the body organ. Any ball of wool can be used as an original human organ. Even if a bow is glued together with wool, he thinks it is the mouth, that is the mouth.

  Of course, the incarnation of the wool monster cannot use wool to form countless hands at will, because when he was still a human being, he only had two hands, two legs, a nose and a mouth.

  The original behavioral ability of a human will not be lost because the wool is destroyed. Similarly, the original behavioral ability that a human does not have will not be increased by turning into a wool monster.

  He is just a human being turned into a mixture of wool, which randomly replaces his human function.

If you want to kill him, you have to take the contents out of his body. Whether it's killing him instantly or just tearing the contents off, as long as the contents can be completely separated from him, he will instantly become a real lump of blood. of wool.

The tattoo leader said seriously: "If we are all dead, we can attract the members, but I can't activate the bomb. Now the way I can think of is to eat the containment and become that kind of living dead, so that even if I get hit The gun can also detonate the bomb. It can completely drag the corpse on the rampage. If the members want to stop me from leaving, they have to die with me."

   "It's possible to blow up those few commune members like this, but what about the one in the sky? He is obviously good at marksmanship, and he won't come down easily. He will definitely shoot from a distance." The instructor said.

   "Stupid! I became a living dead, so I can fight him!" said the tattoo leader.

  Everyone thought yes, the boss's marksmanship is also good, although not comparable to the members of the club, but has the level of an ordinary sniper.

  How did the previous ten snipers lose against the enemy? Isn't it just that if you don't shoot correctly, you will be killed by the opponent in seconds?

  If it can combine with the contained object and become a monster whose head was shot and beaten into two parts like a normal person, then there is no need to be afraid of the marksman in the sky.

  The leader of the tattoo said with a smile: "He can't kill me even if he shoots me ten times. I only need to shoot him once, and he will definitely die."

   "At that time, what will he use against me?"

  (end of this chapter)

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