In fact, Garcia is not as easy as he said on the walkie-talkie, compared to Blair's desperate running mission, as a junior maze arranger, he is hurrying to arrange his unprecedented giant bomb array in the box in the H2 position.

Maze arranger, a profession that tests intelligence and judgment, well, I don't mean that rippers are fools, it's just that if you want to become a maze arranger, even if you just want to be a junior maze arranger, you must be proficient in at least seven terrain and landforms, fifteen basic traps, thirty tools, sixty underground mutant creature weakness attributes, and more than one hundred and twenty trap placement methods......

"The most important thing to do now is to come and tell me how I can hang this row of bombs on the ceiling of the box......"

Garcia tilted his head, and the boy's wrinkled forehead lines could be seen from the light inside the H2 box. H2 is a storage room at the far end of the third-grade classroom of the basic school, and all that is left in it is a wet mud wall with moss, except for some tools such as brooms and dustpans, and old desks and chairs. H2 has a large hole in the northwest corner of the ceiling, and from the hole you can see the dome not far above the top, and Garcia broke through the top of the box to get in.

Spells doesn't have any dust when he doesn't get sunlight, and most of all the dust is reabsorbed back to the wet ceiling and walls, but the school still has a big cleaning, because if it is not cleaned in time, the entire area where Spice has dirt will spread underground moss in dark, damp corners - especially the inedible but extremely vigorous moss.

Miscellaneous moss is not a type of moss, strictly speaking it is a general term for those harmful mosses that like darkness. They can live independently and tenaciously in dark and humid environments, but they produce some poisonous gases during their growth, which will not cause much harm to the human body when the moss population is scarce, but once the moss population multiplies, the amount and quality of the poisonous gas they release are considerable. Historically, especially in the early days of the founding of the Underground State, there was no shortage of tragic incidents in which the entire tribe was wiped out by miscellaneous poisonous gas.

"I just asked those boys to clean up two days before the emergency, and now I don't know where it came from, it's really ......" Out of the corner of his eye, Garcia couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he caught a glimpse of the miscellaneous moss on the wall that began to spread again, but there was no good way at the moment, because removing moss also requires special processing machines, and now he can only let these potentially powerful little things be here, after all, ......

There were explosions one after another on the intercom, and Garcia could clearly hear that the three explosions this time were significantly closer than the last time.

"Tsk, the regeneration or adaptation of the earthworm is obviously much faster than before, and the H2 must be arranged quickly, otherwise it will be really embarrassing if Blair gets to me but I don't get it right."

Garcia pursed his lips and looked around, finally finding what he was looking for in a pile of old tables and chairs.

"Haha, that's good. Now it's up to Blair's stupid big guy. Garcia pulled out what he wanted from under a pile of chairs, a sturdy thick rope, all pulled out almost two of his own length, probably a bundle of goods that had been eliminated by the previous convoys.

"Hey, big one! I'm almost there! It's up to you! Garcia shouted into the walkie-talkie at his waist as he brought the bantam from the other corner of the box.

"Lao Tzu just took those three to turn a corner to I5, and it was ...... in half a minute. You arrange it first, and the one behind catches up, I'll resist it! Garcia, who had been sprinting many short distances with mutant earthworms on the intercom, seemed a little out of breath, but he still spoke very coherently.

"Have you resisted? Don't cut out the fourth one! Garcia quickened his work to hang the bombs on the ropes, checking the positions of the bombs on the ropes one by one, and then climbed the ladder to half-fasten the ropes full of bombs to the lampshade in the ceiling in a special position.

"I know!" Across the intercom came the sound of braking as they sprinted on muddy ground, and the trilling sound of a saber coming out of its sheath.

……

There was a sound of slamming brakes on the muddy floor, and Blair suddenly turned around in the aisle with a sharp brake, and at the same time, he pulled out his knife and slashed at the larger earthworm that was chasing after him.

"Hell, if you can't kill you, you have to cut you two!"

Taking a deep breath and making a starting gesture of drawing a knife and slashing, the coercion of Blair's reflexive sprint suddenly became stronger, and he looked at the fat earthworm body that was getting closer and closer, and with a low roar, he swung his knife and slashed at the big guy.

Three knives, just three knives.

Learned the lesson of the last time he cut out two earthworms with one knife, this time Blair, just wanted to slow down the speed of the earthworm behind him as much as possible through his own attack, so these three knives happened to only break through about half of the body of the fat earthworm, the injury was not light but far from the extent of direct disconnection, the messy but disciplined three knives, so that the earthworm behind him immediately rolled and went crazy, and the wound was visible to the naked eye at the same time as the speed was restored, constantly rolling and twisting in the box, like a mess of hemp rope, It smashed the walls of the box all around, blocking the path of the two smaller earthworms that didn't follow.

However, Blair, who successfully slashed the earthworm, was not much better, and was swept away by the twisted earthworm, and flew out of most of the box directly, and even the saber was shocked away.

"Boom!" Blair's torso fell heavily on the mud floor, and even slipped back dozens of centimeters. The wet mud stained the big man's body like a marshmallow with chocolate sauce...... Tsk, of course, this metaphor is from the standpoint of mutant earthworms......

"Blair! What's going on over there!? Garcia's anxious voice came over the intercom.

"Shhh......h What's the point of this little injury? ”

The wounded earthworm behind him recovered in just a few seconds, and Blair only glanced behind him, then coughed and continued to run slowly.

"Ahem, ahem, what's more...... What's more, the big bug in the back has also recovered, Garcia, your special side......"

Just took two steps slowly, turned his head sideways, and caught a glimpse of the earthworm behind him obviously recovering from the injured and rolling state and began to chase himself again, the big man suddenly couldn't even care about his back, spread his feet and gritted his teeth and ran in pain.

"Until now?" Garcia's rhetorical question came from the other side of the intercom, "It's just that you can't sprint fast......"

"You're so short-legged!"

The voice that came out suddenly was not coming from the walkie-talkie--Blair had already rushed to the door of H2, followed by the fat earthworm that was reluctantly chased by the bomb all the way. The earthworm had several wounds on its body that were dripping with body fluids, but it still didn't roll habitually on the ground because of the pain, and it was so irritated by the successive traumas in a short period of time that it went berserk!

"Next! It's time to catch up! ”

Blair yelled at H2 and braked to H2, but when he pushed open the H2 door, he didn't see Garcia waiting in H2 as planned, only a large hole in the northwest corner of the box full of bombs leading to the dome and the old low ladder under the big hole.

"Come on! Watch your step! ”

A familiar head protruded from the hole, and Garcia held out his hands to Blair, who already understood.

With just a hard pull, the big man stepped on the ladder and flipped up.

"And then?!"

Listening to the sound of the earthworms that were already raging and approaching rapidly, Blair's heart rose to his throat.

"Get down!"

"Huh?" Blair was stunned. Garcia next to him was already lying face down on the ground.

"Get down! Cover your ears! Seeing that it was useless, Garcia simply pressed the back of the big man's head with one hand and pushed him face down to the ground.

"Whew, what are you going to do......"

"Boom-" The sweeping wave of air shook the whole of Spice, and Blair and Garcia only felt a heat on their heads, and a strong hot wind blew through, and the eardrums could only be heard with a buzzing sound.

"What the hell!" Blair shouted.

"Buzz buzz!" He saw Garcia open his mouth and say something, but all he could hear was the buzzing of his eardrums.

"I can't hear you!" Blair frowned and continued to shout.

"Buzz buzz!" It's still a buzzing sound.

"Speak louder!" Blair's brow furrowed even tighter.

"I say! We're killing it! Garcia simply leaned into Blair's ear and shouted in the loudest voice. This time the big man finally heard clearly, but his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? Killed? Isn't it impossible to die?! ”

"Look down for yourself!" Garcia pointed to the H2 that had been overturned by the blast and showed it to Blair, and the big man looked at it, good guy! Mr. Nahara's earthworm has now been completely blown into a fleshy earthworm skin, and all kinds of debris are scattered around it - earthworm fragments and juice, bomb fragments and contents, and fragments of the rope - Garcia's rope is placed exactly at the point where the earthworm will definitely encounter when it enters H2, and because of the unique way the rope is arranged, the earthworm is stained with the rope, and no matter how it twists, the rope will only become tighter and tighter, and the more and more winding, and when the rope is tied to a certain extent, The pressure-sensitive splash bomb on the rope will be triggered, and then the current result will be caused.

"That's it, the power of the maze arranger?" Blair muttered to himself.

"That's the power of a prepared junior maze arranger." Garcia smiled.