Roger casually killed all the rest of the wizards, and then playfully said to the glaring wizard, "Tut-tut... You haven't studied torture?As soon as you tell the information like this, they will all lose their value~ If you just remove your limbs, you may be able to live a few more ...... if you get timely treatment."

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The boy pouted silently, kicked him in the neck, glared at the wizard and was kicked out for several meters, lying on the ground without a sound.

Ignoring the scum of these hanging points, Roger's mind kept spinning on the information that had just been revealed.

The situation is about the same as his inference ... Even if the Ministry of Magic is no longer useful, it is almost back now......

At this time, several bags of carved gold wrapped in clothes were dragged to the ground by the zombies, and Roger made them smaller and stuffed them into the bag like a sculpture, and then he didn't take out his hand, and directly rummaged through it.

"What's next?, retreat?" Caroline asked aloud at her brother's movements, and she had heard the wizard's words just now.

"Well, I'm not in a hurry... I also prepared a big gift bag for the Ministry of Magic, I have to give it away~" The boy struggled to pull out a bag of flour from the bag, and it was not easy to open the coin bag.

"Gift bag?" The old lady frowned and carefully poked the flour bag: "This is... Wheat flour?"

"Or else, is it still white powder?" said Roger, who kept taking out bags of flour and piling them on the ground.

Caroline was a little dumbfounded: "Are you really giving out benefits?

The boy sighed and said seriously: "A few bags of flour are sent during the New Year's holidays... Besides, people's office buildings have been blown up by us one and a half floors, so it's inappropriate not to leave something behind..."

"! I believe that you have a ghost!" said the old lady angrily.

"Who, you guys come here, pile all this flour on top of me and pile it up in a pile," Roger picked out a few zombies and commanded to arrange the flour, before he raised his chin at Caroline: "Have you heard of the cloudburst bomb?"

Obviously, this kind of big killer Caroline still knew, and she twisted the edge of the bag to avoid the snow-white powder leaking out, "Cloud burst bomb? FAE? That's it, even if I never took it seriously in class, refined wheat flour still recognizes!"

"Oops~Then I really underestimated you~" Roger smiled weirdly: "If you can't even recognize the flour, then it's amazing..."

Caroline's big eyes behind her mask rolled, "Don't play tricks on me! Tell me, what the hell is going on? Flour can be used to make cloudburst bombs?"

The main hall on the eighth floor resembles an oversized matchstick, the matchhead is the hall where the fountain is located, and the matchstick is the fireplace arranged on both sides.

"That's not it," the boy said, pulling out the flour, "I need magnesium bars, diazolites, and banana water (epoxy ET) to make a cloudburst bomb, and I have to make my own if I don't have banana water in the supermarket... Not to mention that there is no spare time now, even if the amount is too small, it will not work in such a large place..."

After listening to the explanation, Caroline said angrily: "Then what kind of cloud burst bomb are you telling me..."

"What is the principle of the cloud burst bomb? When it explodes, it makes full use of the oxygen in the atmosphere in the explosion zone, and after releasing the energy, it can also form an oxygen-deficient area within the area of action, suffocating people, this principle is basically the same as a dust explosion," Roger threw the last bag of flour out, and felt his arm in the coin bag to make sure there was anything left.

At the same time, he is also popularizing the necessary knowledge conditions for being a terrorist to the old lady: "Take a simple chestnut... Buy a large firecracker, put it in a big bag of flour, then make a fire next to the flour, light the firecracker, the flour is blown into the air, and it happens to meet that fire... Bang! This simulates a cloudburst bomb..."

The flour that can be packed in the change bag is in a 5kg version of the small bag, and Roger has robbed the entire supermarket with almost a few hundred bags.

Caroline looked up and down the flour pile, shaking her head: "I still don't think these things for bread can be so powerful..."

"Well, let's tell you that..."Roger picked up a pinch of white powder with his fingers, and then put it to his mouth and blew it away: "If flour burns at high speed, the heat generated is released in the form of 'killing energy' in an instant, it will be many times higher than TNT. In fact, the energy released after burning is 322.56 kilojoules per kilogram of TNT, while the energy released when 1 kilogram of flour is completely burned is 14,393 kilojoules... If you compare the data, you can see it at a glance..."

After listening to such a large set, Caroline was obviously a little smacked.

She looked at her younger brother with strange eyes, and there was something strange in her tone: "I don't care much about flour and explosives, I really want to know, how can you even know this kind of knowledge when you haven't even graduated from elementary school..."

Roger smiled obediently: "It's just that the elementary school teaching is so powerful that I just dropped out of school~"

"Really...?" Caroline also laughed and asked, "We went to the same school in elementary school, so which teacher taught this knowledge?"

"The gym teacher taught!" said Roger with great certainty.

Thinking about the brilliant achievements of the physical education teacher in the previous life, no poor student can deny that the physical education teacher in the school is like a Shaolin sweeping monk......

Caroline was destined to not understand, and the mouth under her mask was slightly open and about to speak, but the boy raised his wand and waved it twice above his head, and there was another chain creaking, and the telephone booth at the entrance of the foreign guest was beckoned by him.

"You go up first, and then there will be a fire here, and your little body will not be able to bear it. Roger didn't say anything, opened the door of the phone booth and pushed the old lady up.

"Well, in a minute, you'll divert the subject—" Caroline grumbled, but her body let the phone booth take her. She also knew in her heart that if the flour was really like what her brother said, once the explosion not only produced the high temperature, but she would not be able to cope with the suffocation... Staying is also a drag...

The zombies who were honestly standing next to the flour saw that they could leave, and immediately became excited:

"Grandpa, is it done?"

"Grandpa, how are we going to go?"

"Grandpa, do we still have to take the elevator up two by two?"

"Grandpa..."

"Grandpa..."