That's the horror of the electricity game, where security measures such as lightning rods are almost meaningless.

Attracted by the best conductor, the electric arrow must hit the target first, and then find a nearby circuit to slip away naturally.

In the same way, things like insulating clothing are also said to break down.

The protective clothing worn by the pig face mask man is transparent, and this kind of 'armor' ink poor is the favorite, because it is bound to break the armor.

As long as he could see inside, his arrows would surely hit him.

Deal with the 'commander' here, and the war rats here are in a panic for a while.

In their hearts, the Pig-Face Masked Man is the ruler, one of the masters who gives them wisdom, knowledge, and nurtures them.

They have ruled since their ancestors and fathers, and have fully integrated into the culture of this group of sapient rats, which is how the non-human research society rules the sapient rats.

A bit similar to the Chinese culture, they do not rely on faith, they do not claim to be gods, but to claim to be ancestors.

Perhaps in some ways, they have been deified, but this way of cultural implantation effectively avoids the embarrassment of the divine right being punctured.

It would be embarrassing if they were just gods in the status of the Wise Rat Race, could it be that there are eight billion gods in the world?

The Non-Human Research Society still expects to use them as guns against other people, isn't it possible that someone else will take their place in the future?

The gods of other people's religions are so powerful that they can switch to other gods.

But this kind of being the ancestor is different, and what about the billions of people in the world? Only this small person is created, cultivated, and sheltered, and this is already doomed, and it is not so easy to change.

At least most of the wise rats, after the awakening of wisdom, the culture has nourished for more than twenty generations, and will not betray their cultural core.

The pig-faced masked man is knocked down by a light, which makes the wise rats panic, but only shocks the strength of Mo Qian.

But then, these war rats took the initiative to adjust, and some of them dragged the unconscious pig-faced masked man to run into the laboratory.

Most of the rest frantically flocked to the ink poor, crowded on top of each other, and built high on top of each other, like a wave of rats.

Including above, there are agent rats hanging on a sliding rope, and there are even remote-controlled drones, flying rats sitting in model airplanes.

"Squeak squeak with me!"

"Squeak squeak protect the pig king!"

"Squeak for the Tribe!"

Several flying rats had already rushed to the war rat in front of them, and before they were scratched by the arc, they suddenly exploded.

Especially the drone, the bomb inside was even more violent, and the bursting flames and the blood mist sacrificed by the war rats directly blew Mo Qian out of the sky.

And that's just the first few bombs, and if all the self-detonating planes in the sky rush up, I'm afraid they can blow him up into meat sauce.

"There is even a means of active self-detonation, remote-controlled bombs?"

Ignoring the burns on the surface of his body, Mo Qian jumped back two steps in a row, stabilized his body in mid-air, and was casually knocked out by the burned clothes.

Suddenly, volleys repeatedly jumped sideways in the steam cloud, stirring up countless electric snakes to dance.

These electric snakes were just circling around him, and the drones in the outer ring were all subjected to electromagnetic interference, and they swayed and fell directly from mid-air.

If there is electricity, there must be magnetism, and Mo Qian repeatedly jumps horizontally, constantly increasing the collision with the electric charge in the air, stimulating and expanding the electromagnetic field on the body.

What remote control, what circuit, what pulse loop are all scrapped, and drone chips have been burned.

Not only that, but all the chandeliers in the hall exploded, and the computers, access control, broadcasting, and monitoring were all damaged at once.

Mo Qian jumped harder and harder, and the magnetic storm bloomed in the repeated horizontal jumps, and finally under this burst of electric light, he destroyed all the electrical appliances here in one go.

Since the pig-faced mask man dared to stay, he would definitely not leave useful information for the Blue and White Society.

Therefore, electrical appliances are not important, it is better to destroy the means of remote control of aircraft, control machines, and detonating bombs of these war rats.

For a moment, the hall dimmed, and only the shining Mo Qian was left shining.

And the air force in the wise mouse was completely wiped out and fell into the solution.

Mo Qian stepped into the void and chased towards the laboratory, ignoring these war rats for the time being.

He can force a hit, but a hit doesn't necessarily mean it hurts.

War rats are soaked in the solution, and if they only use electricity, they really can't do anything, because the electric current will not pass through their bodies at all, but will only quickly transfer from the solutions on the surface to the ground.

If the electricity doesn't pass through the body, it can't harm them.

It's okay to kill, Mo Qian thought about it, and easily pumped an electric arc on the face of the wise mouse that emerged from the solution.

I saw that the wise mouse was instantly blown up, and the electric current jumped from the exposed rat's head like a mad dog into the solution, and by the way, it was electrocuted.

But the dozens of them next to them didn't do anything at all.

This solution all over the ground seriously hinders the range of electrotherapy, if you can only kill one by one, then why bother with electricity?

I saw that Mo Qian electrocuted all the war rats that pounced on him alive and unconscious, and then ignored the solution and rushed straight to the laboratory.

"Bang!"

Mo Qian kicked open the door of the laboratory, and saw hundreds of war rats dragging the pig-faced masked man here, and took out the medicine from the first aid kit to treat him.

However, these war rats obviously don't know how to deal with electric injuries, and they don't know these medicines, so they can only be in a hurry.

"Squeak squeak...... Hurry up and save the King Pig. Hundreds of war rats barked at a white mouse on the table.

The rat fiddled with the medicine in the medicine box and quickly pulled out a ointment for burns.

However, when it saw Mo Qian suddenly breaking in, it was startled, and it threw away the ointment again!

Hundreds of war rats were furious, but they didn't bother with the white rats, but swarmed towards Mo Qian first.

There was no solution in this laboratory, Mo Qian snapped his fingers, and immediately electric light came out of his fingertips, and a white light flashed with a snort, and a hundred war rats were turned over, detonating the explosives in their bodies, and even blowing up all the same kind of people behind, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Seeing this, the white rat wanted to run, but there was no way to run here.

It was so anxious that it spun around on the table, and finally ran around, but still chose to face the reality, trembling and lying on the table waiting for death.

"White rats?" Mo Qian walked over as he fought back against the war rats that rushed in one after another from outside the door to send them to death.

He didn't kill it, because it was the only wise rat who didn't rush up to him when he saw it.

Obviously, this is not a combat class, and the color is different from those war rats outside, so it is estimated that it is an experimental assistant?

Mo Qian walked over, stared at the white mouse on the table and said, "You should be able to understand me, if you really have the concept of language." ”

Sure enough, the white rat looked up tremblingly and nodded violently, indicating that he understood.

Of course it understands, not because it is proficient in human language, but because of the effect of translating konjac.

As long as it is a systematic language, it is within the scope of automatic translation of konjac.

Translating konjac does not allow people to communicate with the beast, because the way the beast communicates is not a language at all, and the minimum level of a Neanderthal to reach the standard of translating konjac is to be a Neanderthalen.

Wise rats already have their own language, and with the help of humans, their culture is accelerated, and the maturity of the language is no less than that of English, which is also a language in the middle of the contemporary human world.

As soon as he came in, Mo Qian heard a whistle on the radio, and a sharp tone ordering war rats.

At that time, Mo Qian fully understood the meaning and knew that someone was sitting here and directing the battle.

Since he can understand the language of the rat, the natural intelligent rat can also understand his Chinese.

"Don't kill me, squeak I'm good, spare my life and squeak me to surrender. When the white mouse saw Mo Qian talking to it, he immediately shouted smartly.

Of course, it speaks rat language, but Mo Qian understands it, but the translation is a bit weird, why does it sound a bit like Chu Ci?

Seeing that Mo Qian raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, the white mouse was in a hurry, hurriedly rushed to the coffee machine and skillfully brewed a cup of coffee, and then pushed the cart to send it to Mo Qian.

"A cup of coffee squeaks without sugar, leaving me alive and squeaking me to surrender. The white mouse said again.

Mo Qian smiled: "Okay, okay, I know you are going to surrender, are you the director of the coffee machine in this laboratory?

The white rat looked confused, how did it know that Mo Qian didn't like to eat sugar, they rats liked to eat sugar very much, and the experts in this laboratory also liked to add sugar. But the pig-faced masked man loves to drink the original flavor, and almost killed it before, and then left it to pour coffee without sugar.

So much so that the rats thought that no sugar was a human etiquette to express submission.

Therefore, its saying 'a cup of coffee squeaks without sugar' is actually an allusion with the meaning of surrender, which is an idiom that has just been invented......

After Mo Qian asked clearly, he first secretly laughed that this guy was very stupid and cute, but then after thinking deeply, he was shocked by the strong cultural cells of the wise mouse.

Modern people know that it is the ancestors who created the classics by quoting the classics.

The wise rat knows that idioms are invented from precedents, and once passed down, this is culture.

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