Chapter 318 Cultural Rat
This is the horror of Mo Qiong playing with electricity. Safety measures such as lightning rods are almost meaningless.
No matter how good the conductor is, the lightning arrow must hit the target first, and then find a nearby circuit to slip away naturally.
Similarly, things like insulating clothing can be penetrated if they are penetrated.
The protective clothing worn by the pig-faced masked man has a transparent face. This kind of "armor" is Mo Qiong's favorite because it will definitely penetrate the armor.
As long as he can see inside, his arrows will definitely be able to hit it.
After getting rid of the "commander" here, the war rats here were once in a panic.
In their hearts, the pig-faced masked man is the ruler, one of the masters who gave them wisdom, knowledge, and raised them.
They have been ruling them since their ancestors and fathers, and have been completely integrated into the culture of this group of intelligent rats. This is the way the non-human research association rules intelligent rats.
It is a bit similar to the culture of China. They do not rely on faith, nor do they claim to be gods, but they claim to be ancestors.
Perhaps from some perspectives, they have been deified, but this way of cultural implantation effectively avoids the embarrassment of theocracy being exposed.
If they are just gods in the status of the intelligent rats, it would be too embarrassing. Are there 8 billion gods in the world?
The Non-Human Research Society still hopes to use them as guns to deal with others. Isn't it possible that someone else will replace their position in the future? Anyway, they are all gods.
The gods of other religions are powerful, so they can switch to other gods.
But this is different as the ancestor. What about billions of people in the world? Only this small group of people created, cultivated and protected them. This is already destined and not so easy to change.
At least most of the intelligent rats, after the awakening of wisdom, will not betray their cultural core after being nurtured by culture for more than 20 generations.
The pig-faced masked man was knocked down by a lighting, which made the intelligent rats panic, but they were only shocked by the power of Moqiong.
But then, these war rats took the initiative to adjust, and some dragged the unconscious pig-faced masked man to the laboratory.
Most of the others rushed to Moqiong frantically, crowded and stacked each other, and piled up high, as if they were a wave of rats.
There were also agent mice hanging from the top on ropes, and even remote-controlled drones and flying mice sitting in model airplanes.
"Squeak, squeak, follow me to kill the enemy!"
"Squeak, squeak, protect the pig king!"
"Squeak, squeak, for the tribe!"
Several flying mice had already rushed to the war mice in front of them, and they suddenly exploded before they were scratched by the arc.
Especially the drones, the bombs inside were more violent, the bursting flames and the blood mist of the sacrificed war mice directly blew Mo Qiong out of the sky.
These were just the first few bombs. If all the self-destructing planes in the sky rushed up, I'm afraid they would be blown into a meat paste.
"There are actually means of active self-destruction, remote-controlled bombs?"
Mo Qiong ignored the burns on his body, jumped back two steps, stabilized his body in mid-air, and casually slapped out the burning clothes.
Suddenly, he jumped repeatedly in the steam cloud in the air, stirring up countless electric snakes dancing wildly.
These electric snakes just flowed around him, and the drones in the outer circle were all affected by electromagnetic interference and fell directly from the air.
Where there is electricity, there must be magnetism. Mo Qiong jumped sideways repeatedly, constantly increasing the collision with the electric charges in the air, stimulating and expanding the electromagnetic field on his body.
All remote controls, circuits, and pulse circuits were scrapped, and the drone chips were burned one after another.
Not only that, all the chandeliers in the hall exploded, and the computers, access control, broadcasting, and monitoring were damaged at once.
Mo Qiong jumped more and more excitedly, and a magnetic storm burst out during the repeated sideways jumps. Finally, under the flashes of electric light, he destroyed all the electrical appliances here in one breath.
Since the pig-faced masked man dared to stay, he would definitely not leave any useful information for the Blue and White Society.
So electrical appliances are not important, it is better to destroy the means by which these war rats remotely control airplanes, control machines, and detonate bombs.
For a while, the hall was dark, and only the shining Mo Qiong was left shining.
And the air force among the smart rats was annihilated and fell into the solution.
Mo Qiong stepped into the air and chased after the rats in the laboratory, temporarily ignoring the rats.
He could forcefully hit them, but hitting them didn't necessarily mean that they would cause harm.
The rats were soaked in the solution, and electricity alone would not do anything to them, because the current would not pass through their bodies at all, but would only be quickly transmitted from the surface solutions to the ground.
If the current did not pass through the body, it would not cause any harm to them.
But it was possible to kill them with a single shot. Mo Qiong thought about it and drew an arc of electricity on the face of the smart rat that popped out of the solution.
The smart rat was instantly electrocuted, and the current jumped into the solution from the exposed rat head like a mad dog, electrocuting it to death.
However, the dozens of rats nearby were not hurt at all.
The solution on the ground seriously hindered the range of electrotherapy. If they could only be killed one by one, why would Mo Qiong use electricity?
Mo Qiong electrocuted all the rats that rushed towards him without knowing whether to live or die, and then ignored the rats soaked in the solution and rushed straight into the laboratory.
"Bang!"
Mo Qiong kicked open the door of the laboratory and saw hundreds of war rats dragging the pig-faced masked man here and taking medicine from the first aid kit to treat him.
However, these war rats obviously didn't know how to deal with electric injuries, nor did they recognize these medicines, so they could only run around in a panic.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak... Hurry up and save the pig king." Hundreds of war rats screamed at a white rat on the table.
The white rat fiddled with the medicine in the medicine box and quickly pulled out a tube of ointment for treating burns.
But when Mo Qiong suddenly rushed in, it was startled and threw the ointment away!
Hundreds of war rats were furious, but they had no time to care about the white rat. Instead, they swarmed towards Mo Qiong.
There was no solution in the laboratory. Mo Qiong snapped his fingers, and immediately electric light appeared on his fingertips. A flash of white light flashed, and a hundred war rats were electrocuted, detonating the explosives in their bodies, and all the same kind behind them were blown away, bloody.
The white rat wanted to run away, but there was no way to run.
It was so anxious that it turned around on the table. In the end, it ran around, but chose to face reality and lay on the table tremblingly waiting to die.
"White rat?" Mo Qiong walked over while fighting back against the war rats that rushed in from the door to die.
He didn't kill it, because it was the only smart rat that didn't rush up to him when he saw him.
Obviously, this one is not a combat soldier, and its color is different from those war rats outside. It is estimated to be an experimental assistant?
Mo Qiong walked over, stared at the white rat on the table, holding its head and waiting to die, and said, "You should be able to understand what I'm saying, if you really have the concept of language."
Sure enough, the white rat trembled and raised its head, nodded vigorously, indicating that it understood.
Of course it understood, not because it was proficient in human language, but because of the effect of the translation konjac.
As long as it is a systematic language, it is within the scope of the automatic translation of the translation konjac.
The translation konjac cannot allow people to communicate with wild animals, because the way wild animals communicate is not considered a language at all. To reach the standard of the translation konjac, the minimum is the vowel level of Neanderthals.
The smart rats already have their own language, and with the help of humans, their culture is accelerated, and the maturity of their language and writing is no less than that of English. This level is also a mid-level language in the contemporary human world.
When he just came in, Mo Qiong heard a whistle on the radio, and a sharp tone commanding the war rats.
At that time, Mo Qiong completely understood the meaning and knew that someone was sitting here to command the battle.
Since he can understand rat language, naturally the smart rat can also understand his Chinese.
"Don't kill me, I'm very good. If you spare my life, I surrender." The white rat shouted cleverly when Mo Qiong spoke to it.
Of course, it spoke in rat language, but Mo Qiong understood it, but the translation was a bit strange. Why did it sound a bit like Chu Ci?
Seeing Mo Qiong raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, the white rat got anxious and rushed to the coffee machine to skillfully make a cup of coffee, and then pushed the cart to Mo Qiong.
"A cup of coffee without sugar, if you spare my life, I surrender." The white rat said again.
Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I know you want to surrender. Are you the coffee machine director of this laboratory? By the way, how do you know I don't like sugar?"
The white rat was confused. How could it know that Mo Qiong didn't like sugar? They, rats, like to eat sugar very much, and the experts in this laboratory also like to add sugar. But the pig-faced masked man just likes to drink the original flavor. He almost killed it before, and then spared its life and let it pour coffee without sugar.
So much so that the white rat thought that not adding sugar was a human etiquette to express submission.
Therefore, what it said, "a cup of coffee without sugar", is actually an allusion to submission, and it can be regarded as a newly invented idiom...
After Mo Qiong asked clearly, he first laughed at this guy for being so stupid, but then he thought deeply and was shocked by the rich cultural cells of the wise rat.
Modern people know to quote classics, and it is the ancestors who created classics.
The wise rat knows to invent idioms from precedents. Once passed down, this is culture.
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