Blue and White Society Chapter 113: Race against time
Mo Poor's muzzle was casually pointed at the enemy, and the recoil made the two guns shake wildly as if they had Parkinson's disease.
No need to aim at all, just eye lock.
Bullets are thrown out wildly, shuttling among the wax figures. Many times, not only the ones that can be seen are shot, but one of the crowded wax figures will also be killed by the flying bullets.
Who made wax figures all look the same? So when changing the magazine, he can not even look at the enemy.
In the absence of Mo Poor's eyes to determine which one it is, the bullets will randomly hit the wax figures that look the same.
Even if Mo Poor's reaction rhythm couldn't keep up with the speed at which the bullets were ejected from the chamber, he didn't have to worry about all the bullets hitting one of them.
Because his landing point is always determined to be a wax figure with a good bow tie, so when a wax figure's bow tie is broken, it can no longer be used as a landing point, and the bullet will choose one of the remaining intact wax figures to shoot.
"Bang bang bang..."
The wax figures died in pieces, still unable to get two meters closer to Moqiong.
Mo Qiong made his way, quickly rushed to the crane, climbed into the bucket, leaned out half of his body and shot the wax figure who was also trying to climb up.
While slowing down the speed of the gun, he looked towards the direction of the laboratory, but the person he was expecting did not come out from there.
"Alas...then there is no other way, we can only fight back and hold on." Mo Qiong sighed.
With his previous lasing speed, he can fire 300 rounds per minute.
Thousands of people can be killed in four minutes.
This is the most efficient speed. If it is faster, too many bullets will hit the same point repeatedly. This speed can be said to be the limit of his crazy killing.
However, the bullets in Mo Poor's whole body combined are only more than four hundred rounds.
It is impossible to wipe out the wax figure completely, and he has already consumed half of it at this moment, so he hastened to slow down the rate of fire, and only waited until it was close before shooting.
Relying on the previous recklessness, Mo Poor attracted almost all the wax figures in this corner, freeing up a large space in the direction of the laboratory.
It can be said that this is the best opportunity for Xiao Feng and the others to go to the warehouse.
But it seems that Xiao Feng and the others still dare not participate.
Without their actions, Mo Poor would not be able to complete the task by himself. Originally, there were not enough bullets. If Xiao Feng didn't act quickly, he could only go back to replenish the bullets.
If you miss this opportunity, there will only be more and more wax figures.
Mo Poor didn't blame Xiao Feng for being afraid of death, he wanted to seize the initiative, but it didn't mean it was wrong to hide in the room and stick to it.
It can only be said that individual choices are different. If he does not absolutely hit, such a plan would not even be conceived, let alone implemented.
If Xiao Feng and the others are sure to be fine, Mo Poor can't guarantee it, so why should he ask them to be crazy with him.
Just when Mo Poor was about to fight back, there was a sudden explosion.
"Clang! Boom!"
Xiao Feng smashed the window with a barrel of oil on his shoulders, and threw the oil barrel into the workshop.
The oil barrel rolled on the ground, dripping a lot of fuel all the way.
At the same time, Blonde also ran out with a barrel of oil on his back, and the two of them huddled on the edge and rushed towards the warehouse.
Since all the wax figures are attracted to the other side by Mo Poor, for Xiao Feng and the others, only one side has enemies.
Seeing Xiao Feng igniting the fuel dripping all over the floor, a wall of fire was immediately burned, blocking a wave of wax figures.
The wax figure was scorched by the flames, and its surface became blurred immediately. When it ran across the wall of fire, its feet were still stained with burning oil, and the soles of their feet were flaming in pursuit.
"Here we come, and we found the fuel, so you really have to rely on yourself to be more confident?"
Mo Qiong smiled, he said that he could still take care of Xiao Feng and the others remotely, to cover them from being attacked by wax figures, and if there were any, he could also snipe them.
Such a statement, of course he is full of confidence when he speaks it himself, but it sounds like a lunatic to others...
Can you take care of yourself?
Mo Poor said that the most risky part of the plan is here, making Xiao Feng and the others dare not take risks.
However, they didn't dare to take risks, because they were afraid that Mo Poor would attack and cover them, and in the end they would kill themselves, just like Li Qing.
If it can make up for it, for example, Xiao Feng and the others also found an attack method, using flames to slightly block and burn the wax figures that are chasing, then it will be different.
At the very least, they have the basic ability to resist, and they can fight **** their own, instead of relying on Mo Poor's long-range sniping.
This can relieve Mo Poor's pressure, and they can't just pray dryly.
"Bang bang!" Mo Poor conveniently shot and killed two wax figures who were on fire and were chasing after Xiao Feng. The bullets directly penetrated the wax figures from behind and exploded their bow ties.
But he saw that more wax figures chasing them were solved by themselves.
In addition to the barrel of oil cast into the wall of fire, Blonde also carried a barrel on his back.
Xiao Feng scooped oil from behind and poured oil on the wax figures he had chased after, dousing them all over his head and face.
Because the soles of the wax figures were on fire, when the oil was poured on it, the fire burned directly from the soles of the feet to the neck and head, burning the bow tie.
In this way, although they can't shoot accurately, they can always pour oil accurately, right?
Even if it doesn't get splashed on the bow tie, if it gets splashed nearby, the flame will burn up, and the temperature will be higher and it will melt faster.
With this skill, Mo Poor only needs to occasionally kill some wax figures whose soles are not on fire, and they can handle the rest by themselves.
"As expected of an old D-level personnel, never a fluke." Mo Qiong thought to himself.
He realized, how could a person like Xiao Feng not dare to take risks? When was their D-class career not an adventure? When are you not working hard?
The key is whether it is worth it.
D-class personnel have never gambled with their lives. D-class personnel who survived a month have at least survived more than ten times.
No one knows what the final result will be. They can only do their best, observe and speculate, and then no matter how dangerous the choice is, they have to fight for a higher probability of survival.
Now, it's time again.
Xiao Feng can be so intimidated that he has no dignity, but if he decides to fight, he can fight until he puts all his eggs in one basket, because they have nothing left except their life.
Fighting is for a better job. They are used to doing something by themselves, no matter how useful it is.
Let them hand over their safety to Mo Poor's sniper, no wonder they feel insecure and cry with distorted faces.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Xiao Feng yelled from behind, and even helped the blonde to lift the oil barrel.
Although the blonde ran ahead, the oil drum was too heavy, so he ran very slowly.
"Open the door!" bellowed the blond.
Xiao Feng immediately put down the spoon, rushed to the warehouse door, and quickly opened the door with the access control.
At this time, several wax figures took the opportunity to pounce on them, and they were about to catch them.
Xiao Feng was sweating all over his head, but he didn't even turn his head, he just wanted to rush into the warehouse with his blond hair as soon as possible.
Seeing this, Mo Poor shot the wax figure pounced on him twice.
This is a tacit understanding, if Xiao Feng wants to open the door again and turn around to pour fuel, then he will be too late.
Because fire attacks are no better than gunshots, these wax figures are still quite strong, and it takes several seconds to burn them to death just by igniting them like this.
If Xiao Feng turned around to deal with the wax figure just now, those few seconds were enough for the wax figure to jump at him with the fire on its shoulders.
"It's awesome, he can really react!" Xiao Feng rushed into the warehouse with his blond hair, and was immediately terrified.
Although he allowed himself the means to resist, it didn't mean he didn't believe in Mo Poor's technology.
Just now, he didn't have time to hesitate, and chose to believe that Mo Poor could help them deal with the enemy.
Facts have proved that at a critical moment, if there is an enemy they don't care about, Mo Poor can also snipe and kill him.
A few times along the way, the wax figure approached, but was instantly killed by flying bullets.
This allows him to completely hand over his back to Mo Poor when necessary.
"We can't rely entirely on him. No matter how good your marksmanship is, you will make mistakes. If you pay too much attention to us, you will be caught and you will be finished." Blonde said.
Whilst frantically stuffing the meat into the trash can, Xiao Feng said: "And be quick! He should be running out of bullets."
Mo Poor is surrounded by heavy siege, and even one mistake will be irreversible. They must race against time.
Xiao Feng controls the machine, making the ham and pork chops hanging in the warehouse fall into the trash can.
This trash can is also amazing. It looks like an ordinary plastic green trash can, but it keeps stuffing things into it.
It seems that the space inside is normal, but whenever it seems to be full, as long as the surface is pressed down hard, most of the space can be freed.
When it is full again, press it again, and the huge pile of meat is pressed down to a shallow layer again.
After repeating this, Xiao Feng pressed it more than a dozen times, but he still managed to pretend.
The trash bin was already filled with nearly a hundred tons of meat. After all, it was the best warehouse, so there wasn't much meat hanging in the warehouse, and it was swept away by Xiao Feng half a minute later.
But the trash can was stuffed with a hundred tons of meat, but it wasn't heavy, Xiao Feng pushed it, it was only equivalent to pushing a hundred catties.
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