Mo Qian's body was full of arc light, and as soon as his body moved in the steam cloud, it drove a large area of electric light.

A thunderwood swallowed it, and the current of 8,000 milliamperes didn't even feel a little.

10,000 milliamperes is a little paralyzing feeling that has been electronically pumped by a lighter, and this 8,000 milliamperes is only equivalent to bioelectricity in a normal human body, which is insignificant and sparse.

But this sparse and ordinary electric current is a deadly thing for others.

At this moment, he himself is a constant power source, and he has built a large electric field with the steam cloud.

When he moved to see the electric light, Mo Qian rubbed his hand against the wall and ran forward, sparks and lightning along the way, rubbing countless arcs of electricity.

With a wave of his hand, the crackling silver snake danced wildly, and the staggered electric sparks forcibly radiated out, sweeping across a field of wise mice.

The war rats that swarmed in the distance were frantically convulsed by the electricity, emitting scorched smoke, and then bursting out with clouds of blood mist.

Rao is that these walls are grounded, and it is useless, because Mo Qian still has an absolute hit.

These currents can no longer go through the circuits it likes to take the most, and must first flow to the place where the ink poor let them flow before they can leave naturally.

Therefore, Mo Qian and Gou Ye both rely on the effect of lightning strikes to play this kind of 'controlling thunder and lightning', and the degree of coquettishness is completely different.

Gou Ye is in another base, and he also uses this method, but it is difficult to attack from a distance.

He couldn't make the arc go too far, and even if there was a cloud of steam, at most he would let his body discharge about a meter or two outside his body, and it would be sucked away by the earth.

But Mo is poor, all the electricity radiating from his body has become his arrows, he can shoot whoever he wants, and he can use electricity wherever he wants.

Seeing a group of intelligent rats gathered together, the arc of his body immediately stabbed and shot over.

There is an electric field formed by a cloud of steam, and wherever his current spreads, it will suffer.

The ejected arc is inexplicably confined together, and is connected to the bombardment area to form a visible blue power grid, like an alternating current arc jumping between two magnetic storm coils, emitting a beautiful melody.

But in an instant, all the wise rats in that area were exposed to white electric light, and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Immediately afterwards, the electric snake extending from Mo Qian's body began to sweep like a broom, which was the movement formed by changing the landing point under the continuous discharge of Mo Qian.

The previous current is drawn or drained away, but the subsequent current is continuously flowing, connected together, and continuously output.

Mo Qian is like a Dharma King who controls thunder and lightning, and his hands are constantly rubbing fierce and violent 'forked lightning'.

These electric arcs did not only propagate at close range, but inexplicably spread far away, shooting out more than ten or twenty meters, bombarding swarms of rats.

Of course, the farther away the distance, the lower the lethality, and a large amount of energy is consumed in the propagation process, releasing blue and white light and heat.

But even so, it's more than enough to kill some mice in seconds.

"Zizi Zizi ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

Ink Poor walked in the cloud of electrified steam, and from the surveillance, he looked like a blue and white society electric light man, constantly radiating visible electric light.

In a few moments, the halls and passages were littered with corpses, and the walls were covered with blood.

At the same time, all lighting facilities and monitoring devices were also burned by the electric current, and the screen in front of the pig-faced masked man in the monitoring room was pitch black.

He hurriedly blew a terrible whistle and ordered more war rats to rush to the scene to stop Mo Qiao.

"Electric ...... I see, aren't the members of the Blue and White Club afraid of electricity......" He quickly wrote down what he had just seen on a piece of paper.

Before taking the paper money with information to the incinerator, he took out a black and white photo of a woman from his body and pasted it on the incinerator, and then threw the paper money directly into it and burned it.

Yes, it's like burning paper money.

There is no doubt that the organizations that dare to deal with the Blue and White Society all have hidden means of hiding or covert means of communication.

Without such means, and even without knowing the Blue and White Society, and not knowing the organization of the Blue and White Society's forces, it would have long since ceased to exist, and there was not much soil for development at all.

This method of burning paper money is the top-secret communication method of the Non-Human Research Society.

An ordinary cemetery has become a shelter, and all the paper money, paper people, paper Lamborghini, and even any paper things that have been burned for the photos of the buried people in the cemetery will appear in the cemetery, restored from the ashes out of thin air.

No matter how far away, this phenomenon will inevitably happen, and the paint printed on it will also carry it with you.

It may seem like nothing, but in fact it is very useful, and non-human research will keep a firm grip on the containment as an exclusive means of communication.

The encirclement and suppression of the stronghold of the Blue and White Society will inevitably block communications, and even if they don't, they must weigh the possibility of being monitored and tracked.

But this kind of containment communication method is unaware.

Correspondence, design drawings, books, and even banknotes and contracts can all be transferred in this way, which is extremely convenient.

"It's no wonder that they don't carry other weapons, and they actually kill and injure my rat army in large quantities through electricity. ”

"Quick, go make me a lightning rod and a sodium chloride solution!" the pig-faced masked man ordered the shivering guinea pig.

He is a big boss, an instructor in the organization responsible for training the militarization of war rats, and he may know some knowledge, but he is not as good as this graduate rat in some aspects.

As one of the assistants of the experts, this mouse assistant has been specially trained and is familiar with the chemicals and experimental equipment here.

And he is very familiar with the content of the experiment, as well as the formula of Life One, and is the target of the order from above.

Leave it alive, and if it doesn't come in handy, it's not too late to kill it.

Of course, the white rat knew this, so although according to what he had just seen, he felt that ordinary conductors could not lead to the electricity of Mo Qian at all, but he still obeyed the order and did not dare to say more.

It is very strange to talk to mice, and the language used is the universal language invented by intelligent mice, which is more suitable for the vocal organs of rats. So much so that the pig-faced masked man said that the rat's voice was very high, and with a few whistles, it sounded like a eunuch.

Soon, in the hall outside the laboratory, a large amount of sodium chloride solution was poured into the floor, covering the floor for more than ten centimeters, and the wise mice could swim in it.

Densely packed with countless wise rats, waiting for it.

"Bang!

Mo Qian directly used a special bomb to blast the gate.

As soon as he came in, he stepped into the water, and immediately jumped into the air to prevent fraud, and hung directly in the air.

"Oh, take a bath?" Mo Qian smiled dumbly as he watched the countless wise mice in the entire hall soaked in the solution.

What's even funnier is that there is a pig-faced masked man holding a steel gun, wearing an electric suit, a lightning rod on his head, and his feet are wrapped around the ground wire, staring at him deadly.

Around him, there were also a number of towering coils, as well as a forest of steel needles, like a thunderbolt array.

"Da Da Da!"

The pig-faced masked man was stunned for a moment when he saw him standing in the air, so he frantically poured bullets.

Mo Qian jumped high, evaded several take-off and landing tactics, and smashed out several special steam bombs again at the same time, and suddenly the scene was filled with countless super-charge clouds.

He held a steel rod and stirred it in the steam, spinning and turning, spinning and spinning, spun out a dense and large arc of restless electricity.

"Whoa!"

With a flick of the stick, it slammed into the hand of the pig-faced masked man.

"Ahh

The pig-faced masked man's gun was broken, and even his wrist was broken.

Fortunately, he was wearing an electric suit, and there were good conductors everywhere around him, but he didn't feel the electric shock.

And the countless arcs of electricity wrapped in the stick were all gone, and all the blue and white lights disappeared in the dense conductor in a flickering array.

Seeing that his lightning protection measures were useful, he immediately smiled and said: "I deserve to be a member of the Blue and White Club, such a great strength, I'm afraid you can't pinch me to death with one hand, right?"

"But are you going to get by? Or are you going to electrocute me from so far away? do you recognize this formation?"

After adjusting the discharge power of the battery, Mo Qian rubbed his hands violently and said, "Who told you that if you have a lightning rod, you won't be struck by lightning?"

"Huh?" the pig-faced masked man was stunned.

I saw that the arc of electricity blooming from Mo Qian's hands was originally circulating around his body, and it suddenly shot out coldly, rushing into the lightning protection array at an extremely fast speed.

With the previous blow of throwing the stick, all the arcs were attracted to the lightning rod and submerged into a thick layer of sodium chloride solution on the ground until it entered the ground.

But this time it was wrong, although the arc radiating from Mo Qian's hand still hit the lightning rod, it slipped from the surface and drilled out!

The dense electric snake continuously crossed the steel needle power grid, several jumps, and rushed to the pig-faced masked man without slowing down.

What frightened him the most was that with a loud bang, the anti-electric suit exploded directly, and the electric light burst into his face, instantly convulsing his electric whole body and falling to the ground in smoke.

This guy shot as soon as he entered the door, Mo Qian didn't seem to stay alive, but he had to ask something before killing, although the voltage of this blow was high at the moment, but the current was not lethal, and he deliberately lowered it.

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