Frankimir and Kafka quickly ran towards the stairs.

At this moment, Frank Mire suddenly noticed that a substation box hung wobly above the entrance of the building.

The hustle and bustle just now made the pitch-black Feng Laiyi instantly light up a lot of lights, and it was no longer as dark as when they came, let alone Frankimir and Yiru, when they returned to the ground from the underground warehouse, they couldn't see their fingers.

Although Frankimir is not a superman, he does have a lot of special physique beyond ordinary people, his good eyesight is one of them, although his vision range is also limited, but it is much better than ordinary people's eyesight, Frankimir's ability to accurately identify is about three times that of ordinary people, so this dirty, dusty substation box is also seen clearly by Frankimir, and even the letters and symbols on the box are clear to him.

This is a high-voltage substation, not to mention the high-voltage electricity inside, which is also above 3300V.

It stands to reason that there should not be such a high-voltage substation box in a place like Fenglaiyi, and the standard civilian voltage in Twin Cities is 110V.

However, it was once an arsenal, and all the configurations of this place at the beginning of its construction were intended for the military industry, and were by no means built according to normal civilian standards. In the manufacturing of giant mechs and heavy equipment, the use of high-voltage electric currents is commonplace.

The arsenal was not demolished, and Feng Laiyi was only rebuilt on the same site. In order to save costs, people just converted the arsenal into Fenglaiyi.

At the moment, it's like a minimally invasive surgery, and it doesn't fundamentally change the situation here. Therefore, it is not surprising that there is a high-voltage substation box here. Converting high-voltage electricity into low-voltage electricity to provide lighting and power is also a common thing.

Frankiemir looked up at the high-voltage substation, and the mess of high-voltage cables was scattered all over the place, looking very dangerous.

If there really is high voltage here. The people of Fenglaiyi have lived in this high-voltage environment for a long time, and the electromagnetic radiation generated by high-voltage electricity has considerable harm to the human body.

Frankie Mill wasn't sure if the cables had electricity. Frankie Mill is not like everyone else, who has an innate fear of high voltages.

Just as he is not afraid of the cold, he is also not afraid of high-voltage currents, and for Frankimir, his body is capable of withstanding 15,000 volts.

"Hey! What are you doing there? Kafka shouted from the stairs, not thinking that Frankimir was a wooden fellow, thinking that this fellow must be thinking about something.

"You go move those jars, I want to use this thing against the banshees. With a two-pronged approach, we will definitely be able to clean her up. Franky Mill said, pointing to the high-voltage substation box above his head.

"What? That thing is dangerous! I advise you not to do that kind of idea, for it will not do you any good to be clever. Kafka said as he continued to walk downstairs.

Frankimir ignored Kafka, and climbed up the high-voltage substation along the iron beams that supported the house, trying to see if there was any current in the high-voltage cables.

Frankimir clamped his legs between the iron beams and held his body in front of the high-voltage substation box in front of the second and third floors in an upside-down golden hook position.

Frankimir opened the lid of the rusty box, and a wave of heat mixed with the strong smell of rust rushed towards Frankimir.

The constant flashing lights of the transformer in the substation box have already told Frank Mire that this is a high-voltage substation box with electricity.

Frankie Mill searched for a long time along these messy high-voltage cables, and finally determined which one was the incoming line of the substation.

Frankie Mill grabbed the incoming cable with both hands and pulled it off the substation box with all his might.

I saw that after a burst of green smoke, the entire Feng Laiyi fell into darkness again in an instant.

The sudden darkness startled the girls who were hiding everywhere, and they screamed in surprise.

Kafka also ran to the corner of the wall where the tall gas tank was located while Frankimir was rummaging for cables.

Seeing these tall jars in front of him, Kafka suddenly had a sudden sense of enlightenment.

Where is Frank Mir, he wants to find another way to deal with the banshee.

I'm afraid that he had already expected that these jars were a little too big. So I had the heart of a thief who was stealing and playing tricks, and I just wanted to watch the excitement on the sidelines.

This is really a traitorous villain who goes on when he sees a cheap situation and withdraws when he sees difficulties. It seems that I haven't missed it from beginning to end, and none of the labor prisoners are really good.

When Kafka complained in his heart, suddenly the whole Feng Laiyi fell into darkness, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

The sudden change made this fat big man's eyes dazzled, and he was scared into a cold sweat.

Recall what Frankie Mill had just said about what kind of high-voltage current he was going to use against the banshee.

Presumably this must have been made by Frank Mimir, and Kafka was temporarily relieved when he thought of this.

After a brief period of night blindness, Kafka's eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment and regained their vision, but in the darkness, he could not see his surroundings very clearly.

Kafka walked up to the gas canisters, which were as tall as one meter seven or eight tall, more than twice as tall as the small canisters used in ordinary households.

It seems that if this thing explodes, it must be quite powerful.

It shouldn't be a problem to blow the unbeatable banshee to pieces, and the flesh and blood are blurred.

Kafka's concern now is not whether these jars can blow up the banshees, but whether there is gas in them.

If all the jars that are placed here are empty, then his Kafka's perfect plan, before it has even begun, has been completely over.

Kafka could only hope that none of the canisters were yet to be used, and that they were filled with gas.

Because only when the canister is filled with gas can he move on to the next step.

Kafka grabbed the gas canister by the ears with his hands, picked up one and shook it. The jar was heavy, and it didn't feel like it was empty.

To make sure and avoid negligence, Kafka unscrewed the air valve at the top of the jar slightly.

The strong irritating gas that was mixed into the gas for safety immediately overflowed from the gas valve, and the choking Kafka was extremely uncomfortable and couldn't help coughing a few times.

At this time, Kafka finally stopped worrying, and it seemed that these jars could come in handy.

The body is not lost, this Kafka, who has a fat head, big ears and a big waist and ten girths, really has a lot of strength. With such a jar, if you change it to an ordinary person, two people can carry a jar at most.

Kafka had strength, although it was more than a little worse than Frankymir. But compared with ordinary people, he can be regarded as a rare strong man.

Kafka carried a gas canister in one hand, turned around and ran towards the staircase. As he ran, he began to have some trouble again.

Now that we have this liquefied gas canister, if there is nothing to ignite it, what can we use to detonate it?

Thinking of this, Kafka put down the gas canister he was carrying on his shoulder, and he looked around for something to light the fire.

Kafka quickly noticed that the place was not bad, and that it was full of people hiding in Tibet.

Kafka ran to the crowd of people who were busy hiding, and said to these beautiful girls who had already been frightened: "Don't panic, don't be afraid!" Lao Tzu was in the Soviet, but he was a druid that everyone admired. Does the druid know? Jungle mage? Merlin? King arthur? Shaman? How can I tell you...... That's what you Chinese said, the kind of demon slaying and demon destroying...... Judge! Yeah! It's the judge. ”

Now this group of flowery girls has long been frightened by the banshee. The inhabitants of the Twin Cities are very ignorant and superstitious because of their low level of education.

Although these noisy girls are used to hearing all kinds of ghost stories, watching the fire from the other side is not immersive after all, and no one has ever seen the real thing.

Now that this kind of bizarre thing is really happening right in front of you, who can still be so calm.

If it weren't for Kafka and Frankimir, they would have been shocked to know that Fraser and these guys had such things as cyborg soldiers.

It's not just that, now inside this Fenglaiyi, it's pitch black, and you can't see anything clearly. There was such a big one, a fierce man in front of them, even if Kafka had no ill intentions, his figure was enough to scare people to death.

Seeing these frightened women, who only cared about trembling and ignoring themselves, Kafka's pride and ambition were immediately half discarded.

He cleared his throat and shouted to the girls, "Somewhere there is a fire here, I will use it to burn the evil spirits that possess your sisters." Don't panic, you can rest assured that I'm here, and tell me where there is a fire. I can cast a few spells to dispel the ghosts. ”

In Kafka's view, the vast majority of the people living in the Twin Cities, except for mad scientists from all over the world, should belong to the Tunguska people of the Far East. They are very superstitious about things like ghosts possessing bodies and out-of-body souls.

If they talk about biochemical soldiers, genetic mutation is completely equivalent to playing the harp to a cow, it is better to make up such a powerful demon possession statement, maybe it can make these people believe that he is a shaman with high mana.

At this time, I suddenly heard a girl tremble and say: "The kitchen, there is a fire in the kitchen, there are many lighters there." ”

"Hey! Isn't that the same as not saying it! I don't know where the kitchen is. Kafka complained.

"Are you really a judge?" A woman's voice came from nowhere.

"Then there is a fake, such as a fake, without fooling people! You just wait to see how I clean up that possessed ghost! But I want fire, and I have to have fire to clean her up. Kafka emphasized.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen and get you a lighter." A woman said.

"Go, go, go. Don't waste time, the sooner the better! Kafka shouted.

At this time, the girls who were hiding together began to talk about it, and Zhang's family, Li Jia, was short, and it was their strength to talk nonsense.

Some said, "Is he really a judge?" The fat head and big ears don't look like it no matter how you look at it. ”

Someone said: "Can't you really say it, isn't Zhu Bajie also fat-headed?" People can change thirty-six times. ”

Someone said: "How do I think Zhu Bajie is always unreliable, not only can't calm things down, but also loves to provoke right and wrong from time to time." ”

Someone said, "Is this guy really reliable?" ”

Some people say: "As the saying goes, if you are sick, go to the doctor, let's see and talk about it." ”

Someone said, "People can't be disguised, people can at least help us get ahead." Look at those pretentious sons, what generals and marshals on weekdays, all of them are commanding officers. If you really encounter any danger, look at it as if you have smeared oil on the soles of your feet, and you have long since disappeared.

Someone said: "That's it, that's it, Maitreya Buddha, isn't he also so wide-hearted and fat." ”

Someone said, "I think he's reliable, maybe he can do it." ”

Someone said, "Yes, such a big man, at first glance, it looks like a vajra protector standing in the temple." ”

It is said that three women are in one play, and this is not wrong anywhere, just listen to these women, chattering non-stop, as if they are holding another tea party.

Kafka also stood aside, rubbing his hands together and waiting for the girl who had gone to fetch the musket to return. He heard all of Zhu Bajie, Maitreya Buddha, and Vajra Protector, but he didn't know what they were.

However, in Kafka's view, this should all be some kind of compliment.