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

If you can create a fire that spreads throughout the laboratory and the production floor, all the wax figures will melt in a short time, and only a very small part will remain.

It is precisely because of this that the Blue and White Society will have the confidence not to prioritize the wax figures, because for them, there must be more and more efficient ways to kill, and they can be absolutely confident in containing them if they are left alone for more than an hour.

Mo Qian wants to break through, only his own words are fine, but it will be troublesome to bring one person.

Especially since this person can't see the road yet, this makes Mo Qian neither able to run too fast, nor able to fly.

He can shoot the wax figure constantly, making it impossible for the wax figure to get close, but he can't get rid of the wax figure completely, and will always be chased by such a large group of wax figures.

"There should still be fuel...... Mo Qian thought back to the fuel barrel they had just seen Xiao Feng and them, and casually kicked some of the residue on the ground to locate it.

Sure enough, there are still some in the lab.

He followed the debris and fired two guns out of the way, and soon found six barrels of fuel.

Originally, in each room with important equipment, there would be a separate power generation room, and when the main power supply system was damaged, the backup motor of the independent system would supply power.

If there is an accident, when the backup generator is also out of supply, the gasoline generator prepared in each laboratory can be used to provide temporary power supply.

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

The previous broadcast had asked some of the fighters to protect the main power supply system, which was issued at the same time as the order to suppress gluttony. It seems that electricity is a very important part of containment security, and perhaps some terrible containment measures need to keep the power constant.

Anyway, in addition to the two barrels that Xiao Feng used and took away in the laboratory, there were still six barrels left.

"It's good, if you have fuel, it's much easier to set it on fire. ”

Mo Qian first shot as fast as he could, shooting a large number 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, and as soon as he stepped down, the barrels of oil drew an arc like a football, crossed the 'human wall' composed of wax figures, and flew out of the window with precision.

In this way, he kicked all six barrels of oil out the window with six consecutive kicks, as if he had six set-pieces.

If you want to burn the wax figures to the greatest extent, the key point is not to apply oil to each wax figure, even if the wax figure does not have an open flame on its body, it will melt in a high temperature environment.

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

As long as you don't open the door to the disinfection room, the only exit to the corridor is the gap in the workshop.

It was the place where Mo Qian had to focus on killing, otherwise a fire would come down, and all the wax figures would run out, but they would be all over the corridor, making it even more impossible for him to walk.

"Bang bang......" A burst of shots, Mo Qian came out of the laboratory with brown hair.

Outside the window, in addition to the six barrels of oil, there were also a lot of debris that he had thrown out by smashing the wax figure before.

Mo Qian glanced at it and found a good table.

"This table top is made of composite material, which is light and strong, and it is just right for a fan......"

He put the oil drum on the table and kicked it out, and suddenly the table became a chariot, knocking over a dozen wax figures to open the way.

Mo Qian ran behind, and after shooting a few wax figures, he stepped on the table, condescendingly.

The brown hair hurriedly climbed up with his hands and feet, always staring at the painting.

Mo Qian didn't have time to care about him, if he could keep up with the rhythm, he couldn't keep up with him, once 382 ran out, he would have a big deal to banish him, and he would hang behind him anyway.

Standing on the table, Mo Qian once again cleared the surrounding wax figures with maximum rate of fire, freed up, and quickly opened the lid of the oil drum, carrying one and pouring oil outside.

It doesn't take much effort, and when the oil comes out of the barrel, they become ink-poor bullets.

The oil drum seemed to become a water gun, and the oil rolled out of it flowed in the air, forming a column of oil.

This column of oil accurately shot at the wax figure in the distance, drenching it all over its face, and at the same time, it also shifted its target and shot a wax figure next to it in the face.

All of a sudden, the oil column was like a whip, constantly flicking, washing away a large wax figure in the distance.

It seems that multiple targets were attacked at the same time, but in fact, there is still a sequence, but the oil column is in a continuous line, which seems to be like a whole, but in fact, the oil that flows out of the barrel at different times has different targets.

This situation did not last long, and in just two seconds, the oil column forked, and it became more and more divided, and finally it simply flew in different directions like a goddess scattering flowers.

"Swallow Swallow ......" The oil drum made a strange sound and the liquid surged out, and the oil flew everywhere one by one, and soon it was drenched with dozens of wax figures.

The point is not to contaminate the wax figures, but to distribute the gasoline as widely as possible.

After pouring a bucket, there are still enemies to deal with in the vicinity, and Mo Qian has no time to operate more finely.

Kick the remaining oil drum in different directions with five kicks in a row.

Throw a bucket in the lab, a bucket at the window, a bucket in the ceiling, a bucket in the gap, and a bucket in the densest places near him.

Gasoline volatilizes, and at room temperature it also emits highly flammable oil and gas.

So it's almost enough to spread a bucket evenly, and the rest is thrown everywhere to let it flow and spread naturally.

Mo Qian doesn't have to worry that there will be oil around him for the first time, because no matter what it encounters, its arrows cannot be stopped, even if the oil is eaten, the oil will definitely reach its destination.

Nothing else, he stared at the one flying towards the ceiling, the oil drum starting to spin and fall after hitting one of the wax figures, and the gasoline escaping in all directions.

Seeing it fall, Mo Qian shot instantly.

"Bang bang!"

Mo Qian fired five shots in a row, and these five shots accurately locked onto the five oil drums located in different directions.

"Boom, boom, boom!" A series of large explosions occurred immediately, and the bursting flames spread rapidly, forming a shock flame in mid-air.

The combustible fuel gas, which was already permeating everywhere, immediately formed a small explosion after the explosion of five oil drums, releasing a large amount of heat.

Within two seconds, the flames were all over the laboratory and workshop, and the fire in the sky was even more like a rain of fire.

"Get up~!"

Mo Qian shouted, quickly jumped to a machine on the side, and then picked up the table just now and picked it up.

The brown hair couldn't keep up with Mo Qian's operation at all, and fell directly.

He was stunned by the explosion, but his scalp was numb and he was still staring at the screen.

Mo Qian's pace is too fast, if his eyes really can't keep up, he will also use the back of Xiao Feng's head in his hand to follow, which can be described as extremely dutiful.

When the brown-haired climbed onto the machine, his face almost behind the back of the Ink Poor, the Ink Poor was also doing his duty: they must not be allowed to be burned by the fire.

"Whew!"

Mo Qian slammed the table and used it directly as a big fan, and the wind blowing out did not roll around him, but rushed straight into the distance, forming a shock air current.

A continuous large fan of wind is enough to shoot away the combustible gas that drifts in, either directly or indirectly, repelling the surrounding high-temperature flames.

Under one fan, flames even rolled out, causing it to rush out like a fiery snake and burn towards the wax figure that had not yet been burned in the distance.

The brown hair stared at the painting, shrinking behind the ink poor, but only felt a little airflow.

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

The wind fueled the fire, and under the precise locking of the air current, the fire snake danced wildly, and the burning oil and gas burned the place where the fire had not yet spread.

That's why he doesn't need to spread oil evenly on every wax figure, he doesn't need every wax figure to catch fire, he wants this hot environment!

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

This also includes rain of fire from the ceiling, which is even more open flame ammunition.

The burning oil and gas were blown away by him before it could fall, bombarding the nearby wax figures.

The wax figures themselves have a certain flammability, they are contaminated with oil flames, and soon squeak and squeak with oil, and after a while they melt and the surface is blurred.

Once the bow tie is melted, it becomes an ordinary wax figure, crookedly forming twisted pieces of 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.

"Good...... It's so hot!" Brownhair finally shouted.

As time went on, he couldn't blow all the heat away, because the average temperature of the gas in the environment became higher and higher, and it was basically all scorching heat and smoke.

What Mo Qian had in his hand was not a wind and fire fan, but a fan of the table.

Being able to give priority to the wax figures being roasted, and finally having to bake him is already the ultimate operation.

He could not fan out of the vacuum, for if one part of the air was washed away, another part of the air would come up.

With the ability, all that can be done is to ensure that the heat that is fanned away will not turn around and come back, but will definitely reach a distance. In the state of air flow, it can also make him absorb heat much less efficiently.

"I'm exhausted......" Mo Qian was sweating profusely and his arms were sore.

He kept fanning for a minute, and his hands were trembling at the moment, after all, although this table board was not heavy, it was not as labor-saving as a real fan.

If he had a large fan, he could more easily roll up the surrounding hot air and open flames, forming a high-temperature air impact.

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