Chapter 126 ‘Adding Fuel to the Flames’

To kill the wax figures with maximum efficiency, it is actually best to use fire.

If a fire can be created that spreads throughout the laboratory and the production workshop, all the wax figures will melt in a short time, leaving only a very small part.

It is precisely because of this that the Blue and White Society has the confidence not to prioritize the wax figures, because for them, there must be more and more efficient ways to kill, and they have absolute confidence to contain them even if they leave them alone for more than an hour.

Mo Qiong wants to break out, and it is no problem if he is alone, but it will be troublesome to bring one person.

Especially since this person cannot see the road, which makes Mo Qiong unable to run too fast or fly.

He can continuously shoot the wax figures, making them unable to get close, but he cannot completely get rid of the wax figures, and will always be chased by such a large group of wax figures.

"There should be fuel..." Mo Qiong recalled the fuel barrels used by Xiao Feng and others just now, and kicked the residue on the ground to locate it.

Sure enough, there is still some in the laboratory.

He followed the residue, fired with two guns to open the way, and soon found six barrels of fuel.

It turns out that in each room equipped with important equipment, there is a separate power generation room. When the main power supply system is damaged, the backup motor of the independent system will supply power.

If there is an accident, when the backup generator also loses supply, the gasoline generator prepared in each laboratory can be used for temporary power supply.

This preparation is to ensure that members can find generators in each room at any time when they need electricity during special periods.

The previous broadcast required some combat personnel to protect the main power supply system, which was issued at the same time as the order to suppress the Taotie. It seems that electricity is a very important part of containment safety. Perhaps the suppression measures for some terrible containment objects require continuous power.

In any case, there are six barrels left in the laboratory, except for the two barrels used and taken away by Xiao Feng and others.

"Very good, it will be much easier to set a fire if there is fuel."

Mo Qiong first shot at the fastest speed, shooting a large area of ​​wax figures in front of him, freeing up a large space.

Then he took the opportunity to kick the six barrels of oil out of the laboratory one by one. With one kick, a barrel of oil drew an arc like a football, passed the "human wall" formed by wax figures, and flew out of the window accurately.

Repeatedly, he kicked six barrels of oil six times in a row, as if six set-pieces, and kicked all six barrels of oil out of the window.

If you want to burn the wax figures to death to the greatest extent, the key point is not to apply oil to each wax figure. Even if the wax figures do not have open flames on their bodies, they will melt in a high temperature environment.

Therefore, the key point is to trap all the wax figures with a big fire so that they have nowhere to escape.

As long as the door to the disinfection room is not opened, the only exit to the corridor here is the gap in the workshop.

That is where Mo Qiong must focus on killing, otherwise after a big fire, all the wax figures will run out, and instead spread all over the corridor, making it even more difficult for him to walk.

"Bang bang bang bang..." After a burst of rapid shooting, Mo Qiong rushed out of the laboratory with brown hair.

Outside the window, in addition to the six barrels of oil, there were also many sundries that he had thrown out when he smashed the wax figures before.

Mo Qiong took a quick glance and found a good table.

"This tabletop is made of composite materials, which is both light and strong, and can be used as a fan..."

Put the oil barrel on the table and kick it out. Suddenly, the table became a chariot, knocking over a dozen wax figures to clear the way.

Mo Qiong ran behind, shot a few wax figures, stepped on the table, and looked down.

Brown-haired hurriedly climbed up with his hands and feet, always staring at the oil painting.

Mo Qiong had no time to care about him. If he could keep up with the rhythm, he would keep up. If he couldn't keep up, he could do nothing. Once 382 ran out, he would exile it at most, and it would hang behind him anyway.

Standing on the table, Mo Qiong once again cleared the surrounding wax figures at the maximum shooting speed, freeing up space, and quickly opened the lid of the oil barrel, picking up one and pouring oil out.

It didn't take much effort. When the oil came out of the barrel, they became Mo Qiong's bullets.

The oil barrel seemed to have become a water gun, and the oil rolling out of it flowed in the air, forming an oil column.

This column of oil accurately hit the wax figure in the distance, soaking its head and face, and at the same time, it also changed its target and shot a wax figure next to it.

For a moment, the oil column was like a whip, constantly swinging, washing a large area of ​​wax figures in the distance.

It seemed that multiple targets were attacked at the same time, but in fact, there was still a sequence, but the oil column was connected into a line, seemingly as a whole, but in fact, the oil flowing out of the barrel at different times had different targets.

This situation did not last long. In just two seconds, the oil column forked, and it split more and more, and finally flew in different directions like a fairy scattering flowers.

"Tun tun tun tun..." The oil barrel made a strange sound and liquid surged out. The oil flew everywhere, and soon soaked dozens of wax figures.

The point is not to let the wax figures get stained, but to make the gasoline as widely distributed as possible.

After pouring one barrel, there were still enemies nearby to deal with, and Mo Qiong did not have time to operate more delicately.

He kicked the remaining oil barrels in different directions with five consecutive kicks.

Throw a bucket in the lab, a bucket at the window, a bucket on the ceiling, a bucket at the gap, and a bucket at the most densely populated area near him.

Gasoline will evaporate, and it will also emit highly flammable oil gas at room temperature.

So one bucket evenly spread out is enough, and the others can be thrown everywhere to let them flow and spread naturally.

Mo Qiong didn't have to worry about having oil around him at the first time, because no matter what he encountered, his arrows could not be stopped. Even if the oil was eaten by someone, it would definitely reach its destination.

Regardless of other things, he stared at the one flying towards the ceiling. After hitting one of the wax figures, the oil barrel began to spin and fall, and gasoline was scattered everywhere.

As he watched it fall, Mo Qiong fired instantly.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Mo Qiong fired five shots in a row, and these five shots accurately locked onto five oil barrels in different directions.

"Boom boom boom boom!" Continuous large explosions occurred immediately, and the bursting flames spread rapidly, forming impact flames in the air.

The flammable gas that was already everywhere immediately formed more small explosions after the five oil barrels exploded, releasing a lot of heat.

In just two seconds, the fire spread all over the laboratory and workshop, and the fire in the sky was like a rain of fire.

"Get out of the way~!"

Mo Qiong shouted, quickly jumped onto a machine beside him, and then picked up the table and swung it up.

Brown-haired man couldn't keep up with Mo Qiong's operation at all and fell down directly.

He was already stunned by the explosion, but he was still staring at the screen with his scalp tingling.

Mo Qiong's pace was too fast. If his eyes couldn't keep up, he would use the Xiao Feng's eye in his hand to follow, which was extremely conscientious.

When Brown-haired man climbed onto the machine, his face almost stuck to Mo Qiong's back, Mo Qiong was also fulfilling his duty: never let the fire burn them.

"Huh!"

Mo Qiong swung the table wildly, using it directly as a big fan. The wind would not roll around him, but would rush straight to the distance, forming an impact airflow.

Continuous strong fanning was enough to shoot away the flammable gas that floated over, or directly or indirectly, repelling the surrounding high-temperature flames.

Under one fan, it even rolled out a series of flames, making it rush out like a fire snake towards the wax figure in the distance that had not been burned yet.

Brown-haired man stared at the painting, shrinking behind Mo Qiong, but only felt a little airflow.

But he didn't know that at this moment, the workshop was rolling up an unusually turbulent wind and fire.

The wind helped the fire, and under Mo Qiong's precise airflow lock, the fire snakes danced wildly, and the burning oil gas burned the places where the fire had not yet spread.

This is why he didn't need to spread the oil evenly on each wax figure. He didn't need each wax figure to catch fire. What he wanted was this high temperature environment!

At this moment, the high-temperature flames baked from the sky-high flames became his ammunition.

This also included the rain of fire sprinkled from the ceiling, which was even more open flame ammunition.

The burning oil gas was blown away by him before it fell, bombarding the nearby wax figures.

The wax figures themselves are flammable to a certain extent. When they are stained with oil flames, they will soon sizzle and emit oil. After a while, they will melt and the surface will become blurred.

Once the bow tie is melted, it will directly become an ordinary wax figure, crookedly forming pieces of twisted human-shaped candles.

It's a pity that the material of the wax figure is not the most flammable gaseous wax, otherwise there would be no need for such a big fire.

"It's... so hot!" The brown-haired man finally shouted.

As time went by, Mo Qiong couldn't blow away all the hot air, because the average temperature of the gas in this environment was getting higher and higher, and in the end it was basically all scorching heat waves and thick smoke.

What Mo Qiong held in his hand was not a wind and fire fan, but a fanning table.

He was able to let the wax figures be roasted first, and finally roast him as a last resort, which was already the ultimate operation.

He couldn't fan out a vacuum, and when part of the air was blown away, another part of the airflow would come.

Using his ability, all he could do was to ensure that the hot air that was blown away would not circle back around him, but would definitely reach a distance. When the air was flowing, it would also make him much less efficient in absorbing heat.

"I'm so tired..." Mo Qiong was sweating all over and his arms were sore.

He fanned continuously for a minute, and his hands were shaking at this moment. After all, although the table was not heavy, it was not as labor-saving as a real fan.

If there was a big fan, he could more easily roll up the surrounding hot air and open flames to form a high-temperature airflow impact.

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p.s: Sorry.