Gachu chased murderously into the kitchen, cornering Fogg and Naranga.

The transparent solid air, which is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, always surrounds the side like a star and a moon, and the invisible chill emitted makes people feel hopeless.

Gradually, the terrible heat enveloped the room, and everywhere Gaqiu stood, it was covered in white smoke.

The water pipes on the workbench burst in an instant, and the water column inside swelled to overflow after freezing.

The gas pipes laid next to the wall did not freeze and crack like water pipes.

However, under the terrifying low temperature, which came almost instantaneously, the thick gas pipe was frozen to a layer of hoarfrost in an instant, and the inside of the pipe even made a rather unpleasant slight cracking sound as the metal material turned from tough to brittle.

Visible to the naked eye, the space next to Gaqiu turned into a Jedi of death.

They didn't even need to be touched directly, as long as they were approached to a certain distance, the terrible cold would freeze them in a matter of seconds.

But Fogg and Naranga did not flee.

Although they did not have a place to run now, Gaqiu could vaguely sense that they were not waiting to be killed now.

"The eyes of the two imps have changed."

"This is not the look of a deserter, they are thinking about fighting, not running away."

Gathu was familiar with this gaze.

There have been many tough guys who have shown this kind of gaze in front of him, but they have all turned into lifelike ice sculptures with the will to fight to the death.

For a powerful, perfect white album, this gaze is probably as ridiculous as a fat sheep pouting in front of a lion.

"If you can't escape, are you ready to fight back?"

"So... What are the means of counterattack that you are preparing? ”

The sheer superiority did not overwhelm Gashu's mind, and he was not so complacent as to forget to think.

He carefully observed the two desperate prey in front of him, thinking about what method the other party would use to fight this unwinnable battle.

Soon, Gachu noticed that Fogg and Naranga had something more on their hands.

These things seem to be the confidence that they dare to resist, and the key to their ability to prepare to crack the white album:

"Wine? Oh... I see. ”

"You really didn't disappoint you when you came up with a way to deal with 'silent crying' so quickly."

Gashu silently "praised" the IQ of Fogg and Naranga in his heart.

As if he had a good spirit, he suddenly realized the way that these two little ghosts had come up with in a desperate situation.

Sure enough, just as Gaqiu was about to approach with the deadly cold, the other party made a move as he expected:

"Purple Smoke!"

The muscular humanoid stand-in stepped forward, but he didn't go into a must-lose melee fight with Gaqiu as recklessly as before.

It stood far away in the door of the cellar and threw a full case of spirits at the top of Cadhu's head.

And Naranga and Fogg also shot at the same time, and with the intention of being able to have one more bottle of wine, they also threw out the several bottles of spirits they were holding in their arms.

Dozens of bottles with a high concentration of clear liquor flew above Gachu.

Before the cold could freeze the wine, Naranga took action in an instant:

"Aviation Smith!"

The small plane that had been hovering nearby suddenly adjusted its attitude and reversed its direction.

The flames bloomed, and Aviation Smith instantly poured a dense rain of bullets into the still-empty wine crates.

The bullet shattered the fragile bottles in an instant, and the liquor inside burst out and poured down.

Above Gachu's head, it rained heavily.

He immediately lowered his head and covered the mask with his hands - the liquid flowing onto the armor would instantly freeze, and it would be very bad if the mask was pasted and interfered with his vision.

However, this was easy to protect the mask, but the clear air ice crystals suspended around Gachu's body were inevitably drenched with a large amount of wine falling from the sky.

The liquid liquor and the solid air were mixed together, and they instantly froze together under the effect of the ultra-low temperature.

The solid air, though almost transparent and indistinguishable, can be easily seen with the naked eye as the frozen liquor.

The invisible becomes tangible, and the ability called silent crying is no longer so mysterious.

"See!"

"I see the 'ice' that's hanging there!"

Naranga let out a low cry of excitement.

At this moment, due to the large amount of liquor mixed in, the solid air that was suspended around Gachu like stars all showed its original form.

The enemy barrier is no longer transparent, and Naranga can use the naked eye to find the gaps in the enemy's barrier and try to get bullets into it.

"Don't be delusional!"

Gaqiu looked up from the steam:

"You might be able to succeed if you change your companion who can turn bullets."

"Just your toy plane that can only attack in a straight line, how can you crack my 'silent cry'!"

He mocked Naranga so unhurriedly.

And not a single word of this mockery is wrong:

Indeed, there were gaps between the solid air suspended around Gachu's body that could be passed through by bullets, and those gaps were wide.

But these air ice crystals form a hollowed-out multi-layered armor with three layers inside and three layers outside—

If you want the bullet to pass through the hollow and hit the air vent after heavy protection, the bullet will have to turn.

Obviously, Aerosmith doesn't have this feature.

Its bullets do not turn, and it is simply impossible to bypass the barrier and pass through the gap.

Although it can still throw small bombs, with the speed of the bomb's fall, I am afraid that before it hits the target, it will be frozen in the air by Gaqiu.

"See?"

"Aren't you trying to make my 'silent cry' visible with the solidified liquor?"

"Now that I've shown it to you unabashedly, what can you do with me?"

With a cold shout, Gaqiu approached his prey further.

Fogg and Naranga's previous efforts seemed like a joke, and the tossing and turning had only brought them even more despair.

"Naranga..."

In the midst of such a desperate situation, Fogg cast a complex look at Naranga.

Naranga returned a calm and calm smile to Fuge:

"I'm on."

In this inaudible low sigh, Narangadu's gaze instantly became as sharp as a knife.

The small plane, which had been flying far away from the cold, suddenly lowered its nose and swooped towards the cold whirlpool below like a goshawk.

"Oh?"

Gaqiu, who was in the center of the cold air, was slightly stunned:

The damage received by the stand-in will be fed back to the owner, and this behavior of rushing straight to Kaqiu's body regardless of the influence of the cold is tantamount to looking for death.

But no matter how stupid this behavior was, at this moment, Aerosmith had already exploded with unreflexive speed, and rushed towards Gaqiu in a decisive manner.

Whew——

The small plane brushed past the ice crystals of the air suspended in the outermost layer, making a piercing sound of fuselage wear.

At the same time, a large shocking blood mark suddenly appeared on Naranga's body.

But he didn't stop there, and neither did Aviation Smith.

Naranga's will shone brightly, and the small plane squeezed through the wide gap between the ice crystals of the air.

The fuselage rubbed violently between the ice crystals and the ice crystals, and the propeller spun desperately to the maximum in the terrible cold.

And just like that, inch by inch:

Aerosmith actually squeezed the entire fuselage into the gap between the ice crystals of the air, and in this way sent the gun port of the nose all the way to the vent in the back of Gaqiu's neck.

"Since the ranged attack can't hit this hole-"

"Then I'll use the muzzle of my gun to push your vent up close and attack from the nearest position!"

Now Naranga is a hero, a warrior:

Unable to capture the enemy's pillbox with long-range shooting, he carried his gun across the line of fire across the trench and blocked his body on the enemy's machine-gun muzzle at close range.

"Aviation Smith..."

The cold had completely eroded the aerosmith who was deep in the ice and snow, and this deadly cold was also unreservedly fed back to Naranga's body.

He was frozen in an instant by the terrible low temperature, almost unconscious.

But before he was completely unconscious, Naranga insisted on giving the final command to Aerosmith:

"Fire!"

In the terrifying white smoke that turned into ice, a dazzling fire suddenly bloomed.

Bullets shot out in the light, and the flames seemed to dispel all cold.

Whether the blow is useful or not, it will be the final blow of the battle between Aerosmith and Naranga.

"Fogg."

Naranga didn't seem to care if his death attack would succeed.

Taking advantage of the fact that his body was not completely stiff, he took one last look at his companion beside him:

"That's what I realized."

"Victory, it's up to you."

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