Chapter 333 Continuous Accidents

In the afternoon, Mo Qiong stayed in a mansion given to him by Zhang He.

Gou Ye secretly said through the communicator: "Be careful, there is something going on over there."

"Well, I noticed it too. I took a look just now with my sunglasses on, and there were twice as many mice in the room." Mo Qiong replied through the communicator.

"Maybe it wasn't the Intelligent Mouse. Letian sent people to a leather shoe factory in the suburbs. Guess what I found?" Gou Ye said.

"The base of the Non-Human Research Society?"

Mr. Gou said with a smile: "Yes, there is an underground research institute underneath the leather shoe factory. It has not been reported and is very hidden. That person should have something special to deal with you."

Mo Qiong frowned and said, "Use the containment object to deal with me?"

"It should be that their people are already in the nearby woods. They are heavily guarded and surrounded by wise rats. But I am in the sky and they have no idea." Gou Ye said with a smile.

Mo Qiong also smiled. His purpose was to attract firepower. He was not afraid that the other party would use evil tricks, but he was afraid that the other party would not use evil tricks.

Now he has finally taken action. It seems that Lotte hates him so much that he directly uses the containment items!

Lotte relied on Intelligent Mouse to obtain information and was unfavorable in the business war. He thought he was hiding something, but he didn't know that he had been targeted for a long time. There are countless spies in the Blue and White Society watching the whereabouts of everyone related to him.

Originally, the Blue and White Society didn't know about the underground research institute, but Lotte sent someone there to show them the way.

At this moment, he sent someone to take the containment and hide it in the woods near Moqiong's mansion. He thought that no one knew about it, but in fact, it was all under the surveillance of the Blue and White Society.

Master Gou is in the sky, allowing them to place countless rats on the ground and keep alert at 360 degrees without any blind spots.

They never expected that in the clouds hundreds of meters high, there was an old man holding a cigarette and holding a telescope staring at them.

"It seems... it seems like a notebook? Well, there is a computer next to it, which is broadcasting the scene in your house live." Gou Ye said.

"Damn it, it's not a death book, is it?" Mo Qiong said in shock.

"If you are so powerful, why do you need people to come over?"

"You mean there is a distance limit? Do you want to stop it?"

"No hurry, no hurry, they actually asked a little white mouse to write Chinese characters. Let me take a look...be careful not to get hit in the head by the chandelier." Master Gou read.

Mo Qiong was stunned, chandelier?

Just when I thought of this, I heard a crisp click and the chandelier on the top suddenly disconnected.

Just as Mo Qiong was about to dodge, he realized that he was not directly under the chandelier. He was sitting on the sofa. If the chandelier fell vertically, it would not hit him.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly stopped when he found that the chandelier had fallen off.

It turned out to be connected by a wire. Although the chandelier broke its connection with the ceiling, this wire held it.

But this wire was not reliable. Instead, the huge chandelier swayed under the ceiling because the wire hung on it.

The moment the chandelier swung toward it, there was another snap, and the wire broke away!

With a bang, the chandelier was thrown over by inertia and fell towards his face.

"Fuck!"

Mo Qiong quickly rolled away and heard a loud bang. The chandelier hit the sofa hard, making a loud crash.

"Be careful of the watch needle pricking your eyes." Gou Ye said again.

"Watch hands?"

Mo Qiong heard a crisp sound on his hand. It turned out that when he turned over to avoid it, the watch Shelley bought him hit the corner of the table, and a minute hand fell off, and was shot in his face by the force of the rebound.

At such a close distance, he was lying on the ground and couldn't free his hands to wave it away, so he simply lowered his head and used his head to support the attack.

Fortunately, he didn't have much strength. His head was so strong that the needle didn't even penetrate the skin. Mo Qiong shook his head and shook it off.

"Haha, are you trying to kill me by accident?" Mo Qiong suddenly understood.

"Ah!" Then Shelley's exclamation was heard from the kitchen.

Mo Qiong ran over quickly and saw that Shelley was hit by a cupboard falling from the wall, causing a gash on his forehead.

He hurriedly opened the cabinet and pulled Shelley up, thinking to himself that he and Shelley were being attacked at the same time?

"Eh?" The moment Mo Qiong pulled Shelley up, he realized something was wrong.

There were two bags of flour in the cupboard. They suddenly fell and the flour spilled out, flying everywhere.

At the same time, Mr. Gou said: "Be careful of dust explosion."

Without saying a word, Mo Qiong turned around and ran away with Shelley in his arms. Then he heard a loud bang behind him, and it really exploded.

Shelley was in the kitchen making dinner and had not turned off the fire when he was hit.

"boom!"

The explosion blew out a bunch of miscellaneous things. Mo Qiong carried a few on his back and dodged a few dangerous ones.

Fortunately, he ran very fast and reacted quickly, so he only suffered some flesh injuries.

But what happened next was not good. There were explosions in the kitchen, and burning powder puffed out crazily.

The living room floor and wooden stairs were ignited, and a fire was about to break out in the house.

Mo Qiong called the fire brigade with an ugly face, and at the same time carried Shelley out of the house.

As soon as I went out, I heard a loud bang and the flower pot fell from the window sill.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong didn't even try to hide, so the flowerpot smashed on top of his head, and immediately a handful of soil and a cactus were placed on his head.

Because he could see that although these accidents happened, they might not hurt him.

Perhaps the occurrence of accidents is an absolute characteristic, but this characteristic does not include the result that Mo Qiong will definitely die.

He dodged the first chandelier and didn't hit it at all.

He resisted the second push of the watch needle and it only stung a little.

The dust explosion was fierce enough, but he ran away immediately, so he was a little embarrassed.

As for the various flying knives, flying pots, flying bowls, etc. that followed, they didn't kill him, but he was slightly injured.

This series was not very sophisticated, but seemed like bad luck created by many accidents.

"You run first, this is not the brainwashed containment." Gou Ye said.

"And Le Tian himself didn't come, he was watching your live broadcast in his office."

Mo Qiong ran to the villa area with Shelley in his arms, and asked secretly: "What are you going to do? They can't kill me for a while, they should find something wrong."

"Of course, Le Tian is on the phone, maybe there is a backup plan. Don't worry, they haven't run away yet, we will close the net if they want to run away, but tell me if you can't hold on." Gou Ye said.

"Okay, this kind of accident is okay, they don't know how to use it. If there is a truck at this time..." Mo Qiong hasn't finished speaking yet.

He heard a shrill horn sound at the intersection, and a fire truck rushed straight towards him.

The driver shouted in panic: "The brakes are broken!"

Mo Qiong hugged Shelley and quickly retreated to avoid it. He saw the fire truck passing by him, rolling up a wave of air.

"Boom!" The fire truck hit the wall, and rocks flew.

The water tank behind the fire truck suddenly cracked, and with a bang, a wave of water rushed over.

The water wave wrapped in stone slag instantly knocked Mo Qiong down. Fortunately, Mo Qiong was thick-skinned and wrapped in a layer of armor secretly, and only suffered minor injuries while protecting Shelley.

Mo Qiong quickly got up and accelerated, and quickly pulled away.

"Are you okay?" The firefighter ran down quickly and shouted with concern.

Mo Qiong shook his head and said, "Fortunately, it didn't hit me..."

Just as he finished speaking, another car rushed over. It was a supercar, and it was very fast.

Mo Qiong thought, is it coming again? He quickly threw Shelley away and avoided it in another direction.

Logically, he couldn't be hit, but the driver suddenly saw the fire truck blocking the road and stepped on the brakes immediately.

The ground was full of water, and the sharp brake sound was heard. This extremely fast sports car skidded directly.

Mo Qiong stood aside, but was hit by the drift and tail swing of the supercar.

"Bang!" Mo Qiong flew backwards, and felt a slight fracture in his pelvis.

"Fortunately, my bones are hard. If it were an ordinary person..."

Mo Qiong just thought about it, and then his back hit the street lamp pole.

"Hiss..."

Mo Qiong sat under the street lamp and rubbed the back of his head. When he touched it, he found that it was leaking air. He hurriedly pretended to stop it.

Then there was a rumbling sound from the wall next to him. Looking back, the brick wall collapsed directly and buried him.

The firefighters next to him were stunned, thinking how unlucky this was? They hurried to save people.

When they pulled him out, they breathed a sigh of relief. Although Mo Qiong was covered in dust and blood, he looked very energetic. It was probably just a concussion.

"You are so lucky... Are you okay? Do you feel okay?" the firefighter sighed.

Mo Qiong sighed, "I'm fine. Let's see if the driver is okay."

Firefighter: "..."

This wall was knocked down by the supercar, and half of the car body was buried under the bricks.

Sure enough, when the firefighters rescued the people, they found that the driver was injured and unconscious, and his injuries were more serious than his.

"It seems that there is no distinction, and the result is not just against me."

"I don't know what the maximum extent can be..." Mo Qiong glanced at the smoking sports car next to him.

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P.S.: Sorry.