Race against time
Mo Poor's muzzle pointed at the enemy casually, and the recoil made the two guns shake wildly as if they had Parkinson's.
No need to aim at all, just eye lock.
The bullets were shot out crazily, shuttling among the wax figures. In many cases, not only the ones that could be seen were shot, but one of the crowded wax figures would also be killed by the flying bullets.
Who made the wax figures all look the same? So when changing the magazine, he can not even look at the enemy.
Without Mo Poor's eyes to determine which one it is, the bullets will randomly hit the wax figures that look the same.
Even if Mo Poor's reaction rhythm can't keep up with the speed of the bullets ejecting from the chamber, he doesn't have to worry about all the bullets hitting one of them.
Because his landing point is always determined to be a wax figure with a good tie, so when a wax figure's bow tie is broken, it can no longer be used as a landing point, and the bullet will choose one of the remaining intact wax figures to shoot.
"Bang bang bang..."
The wax figures died in pieces, and they were still unable to get two meters away from Moqiong.
Mo Poor fought his way out, quickly rushed to the crane, climbed into the bucket, leaned out half of his body and shot the wax figure who was also trying to climb up.
While slowing down the speed of the gun, he looked towards the direction of the laboratory, but the person he was expecting did not come out from there.
"Alas...then there is no other way, we can only fight back and stick to it." Mo Qiong sighed.
With his previous lasing speed, he can fire 300 rounds per minute.
Four minutes can kill thousands of people.
This is the most efficient speed. If it is faster, too many bullets will hit the same point repeatedly. This speed can be said to be the limit of his crazy killing.
However, the bullets in Mo Poor's whole body combined are only more than four hundred rounds.
It is impossible to completely annihilate the wax figure, and he has already consumed half of it at this moment, so he hastened to slow down the rate of fire, and only waited until it was close before shooting.
Relying on the previous recklessness, Mo Poor attracted almost all the wax figures to this corner, freeing up a large space in the direction of the laboratory.
It can be said that this is the best opportunity for Xiao Feng and the others to go to the warehouse.
But it seems that Xiao Feng and the others still dare not participate.
Without their actions, Mo Poor would not be able to complete the task by himself. Originally, there were not enough bullets. If Xiao Feng didn’t act quickly, he could only go back and replenish the bullets.
Missed this opportunity, and there will only be more and more wax figures after that.
Mo Poor doesn't blame Xiao Feng for being afraid of death, he wants to seize the initiative, which doesn't mean it's wrong to hide in the room and stick to it.
It can only be said that personal choices are different. If he does not absolutely hit, this kind of plan would not even dare to think about it, let alone do it.
If Xiao Feng and the others are sure to be fine, Mo Poor can't guarantee it, so why ask them to be crazy with him.
Just when Mo Poor was about to fight back again, there was a sudden explosion.
"Bang! Bang!"
Xiao Feng carried a barrel of oil and smashed the window, and threw the oil barrel into the workshop.
The oil barrel rolled on the ground, dripping a lot of fuel all the way.
At the same time, Blonde also ran out with a barrel of oil on his back. The two huddled on the edge and rushed towards the warehouse.
Because all the wax figures are attracted to the other side by Mo Poor, so for Xiao Feng and the others, only one side has enemies.
Seeing Xiao Feng igniting the fuel that dripped all over the floor, a wall of fire was immediately burned, blocking a wave of wax figures.
The wax figure was scorched by the flames, and the surface was suddenly blurred. When running across the wall of fire, the burning oil was still on the feet, and the soles of the feet were flaming in pursuit.
"Here we come, and we have found fuel. Are you sure you should rely on yourself to be more confident?"
Mo Poong smiled, he said that he could still take care of Xiao Feng and the others remotely, to cover them from being attacked by wax figures, and if there were any, he could also snipe them.
Such remarks, of course, he said with confidence, but others sounded like a lunatic...
Can you take care of yourself?
Mo Poor said that the most risky part of the plan is here, making Xiao Feng and the others dare not take risks.
However, they didn't dare to take risks, because they were afraid that Mo Poor would snipe and cover them, and in the end they would kill themselves, just like Li Qing, he would lose sight of the other.
If it can make up for it, for example, Xiao Feng and the others also found an attack method, using flames to slightly block and burn the wax figures that are chasing, then it will be different.
At the very least, they have the basic ability to resist, and they can work **** their own, instead of relying entirely on Mo Poor's long-range sniping.
This can relieve Mo Poor's pressure, and they can't just pray dryly.
"Bang bang!" Mo Poor conveniently shot and killed two wax figures who were on fire and still chasing Xiao Feng. The bullets directly penetrated the wax figures from behind and exploded their bow ties.
But he saw that more wax figures chasing them were solved by themselves.
In addition to the barrel of oil cast into the wall of fire, Blonde carried a barrel on his back.
Xiao Feng scooped up oil from behind to pour over the wax figures he had chased after, pouring them all over his head and face.
Because the soles of the wax figures were on fire, when the oil was poured on it, the fire burned directly from the soles of the feet to the neck and head, burning the bow tie.
So, although they can't shoot accurately, they can always pour oil accurately, right?
Even if it didn’t get splashed on the bow tie, as long as it gets splashed nearby, the flame will burn up, but the temperature will be higher and it will melt faster.
With this skill, Mo Poor only needs to occasionally kill some wax figures whose soles are not on fire, and they can handle the rest by themselves.
"As expected of an old D-level personnel, never a fluke." Mo Qiong thought to himself.
He realized, how could a person like Xiao Feng dare not take risks? When was their D-class career not an adventure? When are you not working hard?
The key is whether it is worth it.
D-level personnel have never gambled their lives. D-level personnel who survived a month have at least survived more than ten times.
No one knows what the final result will be. They can only do their best, observe and speculate, and then no matter how dangerous the choice is, they have to fight for a higher probability of survival.
Now, it's time again.
Xiao Feng can be cowardly without dignity, but if he decides to fight, he can go all in on it, because they have nothing left except their life.
Fighting is for a better job, they are used to doing something by themselves, no matter how useful it is.
Let them leave their safety to Mo Poor's sniper, it's no wonder they feel insecure and cry with distorted faces.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Xiao Feng yelled from behind, and even helped the blonde to lift the oil barrel.
Although the blonde ran ahead, the oil drum was too heavy, so he ran very slowly.
"Open the door!" bellowed the blond.
Xiao Feng immediately put down the spoon, rushed to the warehouse door, and quickly opened the door with the access control.
At this time, several wax figures took the opportunity to pounce on them, and they were about to catch them.
Xiao Feng was sweating all over his head, but he didn't even turn his head, he just wanted to rush into the warehouse with the blond hair as soon as possible.
Seeing this, Mo Qiong shot the wax figure with two bang bang shots.
This is a tacit understanding, if Xiao Feng wants to open the door again and turn around to pour fuel, then he will be too late.
Because fire attack is no better than shooting, these wax figures are still quite strong. It takes several seconds to burn them to death just by igniting the fire like this.
If Xiao Feng turned around to deal with the wax figure just now, those few seconds would be enough for the wax figure to jump at him with the fire on its shoulders.
"Awesome, he can really react!" Xiao Feng rushed into the warehouse with his blond hair, and was immediately terrified.
Although he allows himself the means to resist, it doesn't mean he doesn't believe in Mo Poor's technology.
Just now, he didn't have time to hesitate, and chose to believe that Mo Poor could help them deal with the enemy.
Facts have proved that at critical moments, if there is an enemy they don't care about, Mo Poor can also snipe and kill him.
Along the way, the wax figure approached several times, but was instantly killed by flying bullets.
This allows him to completely hand over his back to Mo Poor when necessary.
"We can't rely entirely on him. No matter how good your marksmanship is, you will make mistakes. If you pay too much attention to us, you will end up being caught." Blonde said.
Xiao Feng crazily stuffed the meat into the trash can, and said: "And be quick! He probably doesn't have many bullets."
Mo Poor is in a tight siege, and even one mistake will be irreversible. They must race against time.
Xiao Feng controls the machine, making the ham and pork chops hanging in the warehouse fall into the trash can.
This trash can is also amazing. It looks like an ordinary plastic green trash can, but it keeps stuffing things into it.
It seems that the space inside is normal, but whenever it seems to be full, as long as the surface is pressed down hard, most of the space can be freed.
Fill it up again, press it down again, and the huge pile of meat is pressed down to a shallow layer again.
Repeatedly like this, Xiao Feng pressed it more than a dozen times, but he was still able to pretend.
The trash can was already filled with nearly a hundred tons of meat. After all, it is the best warehouse, so there is not much meat hanging in the warehouse, and it was swept away by Xiao Feng half a minute later.
But the trash can was stuffed with a hundred tons of meat, but it wasn't heavy. When Xiao Feng pushed it, it was only equivalent to pushing a hundred catties.
Race against time
Mo Poor's muzzle pointed at the enemy casually, and the recoil made the two guns shake wildly as if they had Parkinson's.
No need to aim at all, just eye lock.
The bullets were shot out crazily, shuttling among the wax figures. In many cases, not only the ones that could be seen were shot, but one of the crowded wax figures would also be killed by the flying bullets.
Who made the wax figures all look the same? So when changing the magazine, he can not even look at the enemy.
Without Mo Poor's eyes to determine which one it is, the bullets will randomly hit the wax figures that look the same.
Even if Mo Poor's reaction rhythm can't keep up with the speed of the bullets ejecting from the chamber, he doesn't have to worry about all the bullets hitting one of them.
Because his landing point is always determined to be a wax figure with a good tie, so when a wax figure's bow tie is broken, it can no longer be used as a landing point, and the bullet will choose one of the remaining intact wax figures to shoot.
"Bang bang bang..."
The wax figures died in pieces, and they were still unable to get two meters away from Moqiong.
Mo Poor fought his way out, quickly rushed to the crane, climbed into the bucket, leaned out half of his body and shot the wax figure who was also trying to climb up.
While slowing down the speed of the gun, he looked towards the direction of the laboratory, but the person he was expecting did not come out from there.
"Alas...then there is no other way, we can only fight back and stick to it." Mo Qiong sighed.
With his previous lasing speed, he can fire 300 rounds per minute.
Four minutes can kill thousands of people.
This is the most efficient speed. If it is faster, too many bullets will hit the same point repeatedly. This speed can be said to be the limit of his crazy killing.
However, the bullets in Mo Poor's whole body combined are only more than four hundred rounds.
It is impossible to completely annihilate the wax figure, and he has already consumed half of it at this moment, so he hastened to slow down the rate of fire, and only waited until it was close before shooting.
Relying on the previous recklessness, Mo Poor attracted almost all the wax figures to this corner, freeing up a large space in the direction of the laboratory.
It can be said that this is the best opportunity for Xiao Feng and the others to go to the warehouse.
But it seems that Xiao Feng and the others still dare not participate.
Without their actions, Mo Poor would not be able to complete the task by himself. Originally, there were not enough bullets. If Xiao Feng didn’t act quickly, he could only go back and replenish the bullets.
Missed this opportunity, and there will only be more and more wax figures after that.
Mo Poor doesn't blame Xiao Feng for being afraid of death, he wants to seize the initiative, which doesn't mean it's wrong to hide in the room and stick to it.
It can only be said that personal choices are different. If he does not absolutely hit, this kind of plan would not even dare to think about it, let alone do it.
If Xiao Feng and the others are sure to be fine, Mo Poor can't guarantee it, so why ask them to be crazy with him.
Just when Mo Poor was about to fight back again, there was a sudden explosion.
"Bang! Bang!"
Xiao Feng carried a barrel of oil and smashed the window, and threw the oil barrel into the workshop.
The oil barrel rolled on the ground, dripping a lot of fuel all the way.
At the same time, Blonde also ran out with a barrel of oil on his back. The two huddled on the edge and rushed towards the warehouse.
Because all the wax figures are attracted to the other side by Mo Poor, so for Xiao Feng and the others, only one side has enemies.
Seeing Xiao Feng igniting the fuel that dripped all over the floor, a wall of fire was immediately burned, blocking a wave of wax figures.
The wax figure was scorched by the flames, and the surface was suddenly blurred. When running across the wall of fire, the burning oil was still on the feet, and the soles of the feet were flaming in pursuit.
"Here we come, and we have found fuel. Are you sure you should rely on yourself to be more confident?"
Mo Poong smiled, he said that he could still take care of Xiao Feng and the others remotely, to cover them from being attacked by wax figures, and if there were any, he could also snipe them.
Such remarks, of course, he said with confidence, but others sounded like a lunatic...
Can you take care of yourself?
Mo Poor said that the most risky part of the plan is here, making Xiao Feng and the others dare not take risks.
However, they didn't dare to take risks, because they were afraid that Mo Poor would snipe and cover them, and in the end they would kill themselves, just like Li Qing, he would lose sight of the other.
If it can make up for it, for example, Xiao Feng and the others also found an attack method, using flames to slightly block and burn the wax figures that are chasing, then it will be different.
At the very least, they have the basic ability to resist, and they can work **** their own, instead of relying entirely on Mo Poor's long-range sniping.
This can relieve Mo Poor's pressure, and they can't just pray dryly.
"Bang bang!" Mo Poor conveniently shot and killed two wax figures who were on fire and still chasing Xiao Feng. The bullets directly penetrated the wax figures from behind and exploded their bow ties.
But he saw that more wax figures chasing them were solved by themselves.
In addition to the barrel of oil cast into the wall of fire, Blonde carried a barrel on his back.
Xiao Feng scooped up oil from behind to pour over the wax figures he had chased after, pouring them all over his head and face.
Because the soles of the wax figures were on fire, when the oil was poured on it, the fire burned directly from the soles of the feet to the neck and head, burning the bow tie.
So, although they can't shoot accurately, they can always pour oil accurately, right?
Even if it didn’t get splashed on the bow tie, as long as it gets splashed nearby, the flame will burn up, but the temperature will be higher and it will melt faster.
With this skill, Mo Poor only needs to occasionally kill some wax figures whose soles are not on fire, and they can handle the rest by themselves.
"As expected of an old D-level personnel, never a fluke." Mo Qiong thought to himself.
He realized, how could a person like Xiao Feng dare not take risks? When was their D-class career not an adventure? When are you not working hard?
The key is whether it is worth it.
D-level personnel have never gambled their lives. D-level personnel who survived a month have at least survived more than ten times.
No one knows what the final result will be. They can only do their best, observe and speculate, and then no matter how dangerous the choice is, they have to fight for a higher probability of survival.
Now, it's time again.
Xiao Feng can be cowardly without dignity, but if he decides to fight, he can go all in on it, because they have nothing left except their life.
Fighting is for a better job, they are used to doing something by themselves, no matter how useful it is.
Let them leave their safety to Mo Poor's sniper, it's no wonder they feel insecure and cry with distorted faces.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Xiao Feng yelled from behind, and even helped the blonde to lift the oil barrel.
Although the blonde ran ahead, the oil drum was too heavy, so he ran very slowly.
"Open the door!" bellowed the blond.
Xiao Feng immediately put down the spoon, rushed to the warehouse door, and quickly opened the door with the access control.
At this time, several wax figures took the opportunity to pounce on them, and they were about to catch them.
Xiao Feng was sweating all over his head, but he didn't even turn his head, he just wanted to rush into the warehouse with the blond hair as soon as possible.
Seeing this, Mo Qiong shot the wax figure with two bang bang shots.
This is a tacit understanding, if Xiao Feng wants to open the door again and turn around to pour fuel, then he will be too late.
Because fire attack is no better than shooting, these wax figures are still quite strong. It takes several seconds to burn them to death just by igniting the fire like this.
If Xiao Feng turned around to deal with the wax figure just now, those few seconds would be enough for the wax figure to jump at him with the fire on its shoulders.
"Awesome, he can really react!" Xiao Feng rushed into the warehouse with his blond hair, and was immediately terrified.
Although he allows himself the means to resist, it doesn't mean he doesn't believe in Mo Poor's technology.
Just now, he didn't have time to hesitate, and chose to believe that Mo Poor could help them deal with the enemy.
Facts have proved that at critical moments, if there is an enemy they don't care about, Mo Poor can also snipe and kill him.
Along the way, the wax figure approached several times, but was instantly killed by flying bullets.
This allows him to completely hand over his back to Mo Poor when necessary.
"We can't rely entirely on him. No matter how good your marksmanship is, you will make mistakes. If you pay too much attention to us, you will end up being caught." Blonde said.
Xiao Feng crazily stuffed the meat into the trash can, and said: "And be quick! He probably doesn't have many bullets."
Mo Poor is in a tight siege, and even one mistake will be irreversible. They must race against time.
Xiao Feng controls the machine, making the ham and pork chops hanging in the warehouse fall into the trash can.
This trash can is also amazing. It looks like an ordinary plastic green trash can, but it keeps stuffing things into it.
It seems that the space inside is normal, but whenever it seems to be full, as long as the surface is pressed down hard, most of the space can be freed.
Fill it up again, press it down again, and the huge pile of meat is pressed down to a shallow layer again.
Repeatedly like this, Xiao Feng pressed it more than a dozen times, but he was still able to pretend.
The trash can was already filled with nearly a hundred tons of meat. After all, it is the best warehouse, so there is not much meat hanging in the warehouse, and it was swept away by Xiao Feng half a minute later.
But the trash can was stuffed with a hundred tons of meat, but it wasn't heavy. When Xiao Feng pushed it, it was only equivalent to pushing a hundred catties.
