PS: I'm sorry, I didn't even calculate the tidying up work last night, and it took so much effort to clean up at the damn annual meeting...... It was 11 o'clock when I got home, so I went to sleep, got up early in the morning to write, and went to work immediately. That's it~

"BOSS, I heard that some human excrement will be added to the incendiary bomb to prolong the burning time......"

In the silence, Jun Cao spoke abruptly.

The bald brother who was spitting froze.

Then, frame by frame, he turned his head stiffly and looked at Juncao.

The moment they saw the bald brother's expression, the three of Poison Island Gui Yanye and Ma Chao instinctively covered their mouths and tried their best to hold back a smile.

The bald brother's expression at this moment is simply indescribable.

If I have to describe it, it's like the distorted expression of the bald brother when the dad who finally got the jump ticket showed off in front of the bald brother.

Jun Cao, you are really amazing!

Ask for the psychological shadow area of the bald brother!

"But untrained thugs probably wouldn't do that...... Probably~"

Although the bald brother's expression had broken through the sky, Jun Cao was still calmly analyzing the possibility of filling dung in the Molotov cocktail.

In the blink of an eye, the bald brother disappeared.

The bald man rushed into the bathroom as fast as he could, took a large sip of hand sanitizer, and then began to rinse his mouth frantically.

The sink was filled with white bubbles.

"Brother Sagara, you successfully discouraged my plan to drink in the next six months."

Ma Chao, who was holding back his laughter until his face was a little distorted, patted Jun Cao's shoulder and sighed with emotion.

God bless the bald brother~~

Poison Island and Gui Yanye expressed regret for what happened to the bald brother.

Although the bald brother owes his mouth and drinks some unknown things, Jun Cao's knife is too fierce, it is simply a knife into the heart of the bald brother, and then slides left and right in and out.

"However, their behavior is a reminder to us, Sagara-san, look at those things on the wine shelf, can you make incendiary bombs?"

Poison Island pointed to the glass bottles on the shelves filled with unintelligible letters.

It doesn't seem to be in English yet.

"Definitely. As long as you get some incendiary cloth, you can make at least 13 incendiary bombs. You guys, move some chairs and benches at once, make barricades at the door and back door, and I'll make incendiary bombs. ”

Jun Cao decisively began to assign tasks.

It's not that he ignores the bald brother, because Jun Cao seems to realize it, and he stabs the bald brother fiercely.

Although Jun Cao is not very good at communicating with people, he still has a strong sense of crisis.

Maybe the boss will really teach himself to be a man with one punch......

The others were responsible for stacking tables and chairs, Juncao was responsible for tying up and making Molotov cocktails, and the bald brother was responsible for gargling.

The barricade did not block the front and rear doors, but left a large gap in the upper part, widening and lengthening the part to be crossed below.

Make it easy to get in and hard to go deeper.

Thankfully, the Molotov cocktail that had just been eaten by the bald brother should be the only one in the hands of the mob.

And for a while, they couldn't find the raw materials to make it, so they let the barricades be built smoothly.

The bald brother who had finished gargling was still picking his throat and eyes, squatting next to the toilet and vomiting wildly......

Jun Cao's words made us lose a general.

The weak bald brother is obviously unable to form combat effectiveness.

Molotov cocktails are lined up, lighters are ready, and Jun Cao is about to become a bombardier.

Molotov cocktails (easy): White props, consumables. A self-made incendiary bomb made by Sosuke Sagara using a high-concentration alcoholic drink, covering an area of 1 square meter, burning for 15s-30s, and damaging 5-10 per second. The farther away from the center of the burn, the lower the damage. This item cannot be redeemed for points, cannot be carried (cannot be put in storage), and cannot be taken out of the world.

Hint: Only people with strict military training can make qualified props from simple materials, and more than nine percent of the finished products made by laymen will not be able to become props.

Although this homemade incendiary bomb is rudimentary, it is still within the scope of firearms (I don't know how it is determined), so it can be boosted by the skill bonus of Juncao's "Firearms Mastery".

The lower limit of damage is increased by 0.5 points, and the upper limit is increased by 1 point, although it seems inconspicuous, but if the effect of the incendiary bomb can be fully exerted, the cumulative amount of damage in these 30 seconds is 310 points!

Of course, not many living people will stand there stupidly and get burned, and the duration and damage of incendiary grenades fluctuate, and the theoretical maximum damage is almost impossible.

So this thing is more deterrent than harmful, maybe burning down a house or something is a good choice.

At this time, it is also wise to use this thing to make a wall of fire to disperse the mob.

Molotov cocktails! Throwing!

The military used the skill of throwing a wooden-handled grenade during training, and the first one was thrown accurately onto the engine cover of one of the unmanned vehicles closest to the rioters.

As soon as the fire was exhaled, the flames burst out.

The thugs around the car all dispersed.

An engine explosion caused by a violent combustion is no joke!

The direction of the thugs, the gunfire was loud, and I don't know where these guys got so many bullets.

This is the rhythm of the Internet café into a sieve.

Three bottles were thrown out in a row, and whoever threw more people threw them away.

The threat of incendiary bombs finally made the mob angry and began to storm.

Although the neon Internet café sounds no different from the Internet café, the service and decoration inside are completely different.

Neon Internet cafes have various functions such as reading, resting, dining, self-service, bathing, etc., so there will be many bookshelves full of comics, cubicles, and some small closed rooms.

In other words, the terrain in the Internet café is very complex, which is very suitable for dispersing ambushes and breaking them individually.

The thugs who struggled to cross the obstacle were a little scolding, but there was no one in the eye!

One of them, who looked very grumpy, slashed at the bar with a kitchen knife in his hand.

Under the bar, Ma Chao in the cupboard felt a sigh in his heart and almost screamed.

"Boss, those guys must be hiding in these places!"

There are thugs from the Mediterranean, spitting while talking.

The man with sunglasses slapped him in the face.

"Do you still need to say it? Find them out, kill the men, take the women away! ”

The man in sunglasses still has the substances in his brain that he used to have, and because he has been besieging these people and didn't have time to wash his face just now, he hurriedly sent the other thugs to work, and the man in sunglasses went straight into the bathroom.

Hmm~ Let's take a little bit, I've been holding it for so long.

There are fifteen or sixteen people on his side, and more than five guns, can't he catch a few three men and two women?

Even if one of them is very powerful as an incendiary bomb, but if you dare to throw it in such a confined environment, it is no different from self-immolation.

The man in sunglasses should feel that the general trend has been decided, so his spirit is very relaxed, and he is still humming a little song.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The man in sunglasses, who had finished releasing the water, turned his head and met a certain bald man who was covering his mouth.

The bald brother struck with lightning for a moment, and a big hand was clasped on the face of the man in sunglasses.

Pain! Pain! However, it is not possible to scream!!!

"Hmm! Not!!!!! ”

The man in sunglasses, whose entire face was being held down, waved his hands vigorously, trying to make the bald head let go of his hands by hitting the joints or muscles.

But all in vain, this hand is simply more vigorous than a vice, and it does not move at all.

"Brother Xiong, ask you a question, if you can want to answer it well, just blink your left eye, if you don't want to cooperate......"

As he spoke, the bald brother's hand began to exert force again.

This time, the man in sunglasses didn't even want to stand, he was directly grabbed by the bald brother and lifted into the air.

"Hmm!!!!!"

The man in sunglasses with cracks in his sunglasses, the man in sunglasses who grabbed his bald brother's wrists with both hands and kicked the air with his legs indiscriminately, gave in after 10 seconds, and he blinked his exposed left eye frantically

"Very good...... Just now one of you threw a Molotov cocktail, do you know who made it? ”

The bald brother's expression was very weird.

After hesitating for five seconds, the man in sunglasses pointed at himself.

The bald brother's expression lit up instantly.

"Very good...... So, are you mentally prepared? ”

The bald brother's five fingers subconsciously began to press down.

It's going to explode! If you pinch it again, it's really going to explode!!!

Well? Wait a minute...... Mentally prepared? What for?