Breakthrough
The two of them ran out of the warehouse immediately, one carrying the oil drum and the other pushing the trash can.
As soon as I went out, I saw a dozen wax figures crowded in front of the door.
Just as the blond was about to pour oil on it, he heard more than a dozen puffs, and all the wax figures in front of him were sniped.
"quick!"
Mo Poor yelled that he was really going to run out of bullets.
The magazine has been used up, and there are only seventy rounds left in several guns.
At this moment, he continued to shoot the wax figure while controlling the crane to raise it.
The boom of the crane is very thin. After being raised, only one or two wax figures can be climbed up at a time.
However, the wax figures are quite ugly. Only a small part of them climbed up the boom, while many climbed from the surrounding walls to the workshop dome, adopting drop bombing.
Dense wax figures hung above, and when they gathered on top of Mo Poor's head, they jumped off directly, forcing Mo Poor to shoot them one by one.
If one is missed and hit him, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Oh my God..." Xiao Feng couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle when he saw it. Although Mo Poor faced the enemies in one breath and was not surrounded as often, the scene was too scary.
Wax figures fell from the sky one by one like diving, and the speed was very fast. If it was him, he might not be able to fire two shots before being thrown down.
And Mo Poor was so omnipotent that he shot it in mid-air, and when it fell down, it was already an ordinary wax figure.
"Can he still shoot calmly at this time? What if he makes a mistake once?" Xiao Feng said in shock.
"This marksmanship is too terrifying, but he won't last long, let's take this bucket and leave quickly!" Seeing this, the blond said anxiously.
"Yes, I don't want the second barrel, so withdraw first!" Xiao Feng nodded.
They can only bring two trash cans at most, and they can’t push any more. After all, no matter how heavy it is, it weighs more than 100 catties.
Seeing that Mo Poor is in such a crisis now, they didn't care about taking more, so they simply withdrew it first.
The scene where Mo Poor was under heavy siege at the moment was scary enough from a distance. I couldn't imagine how dangerous Mo Poor was under the impact of countless wax figures.
The wax figure fell so fast, as if many targets fell from upstairs, and it was necessary to ensure that each one hit the bull's-eye before it hit the ground.
"He did it to save bullets and buy us more time, but this is too dangerous." Xiao Feng said.
In this way, although the consumption of bullets is small, the technical requirements are higher. The wax figures fall and cover each other's vision, so that people can't make a little mistake. If you miss a moment, the price is death.
Compared to being surrounded, it is not as good as being surrounded. Although there are many enemies to be shot, at least there is a relative time buffer, and the wax figure will not be in front of you in a flash.
It is difficult enough just to take care of this, not to mention that there are many wax figures climbing up the boom like ants attacking the fortress.
There is no way, bullets are limited, so every second is precious now.
"Quickly go back to the laboratory." Xiao Feng pushed the trash can and ran wildly, while Blonde covered him with the oil can.
However, at this moment, Mo Poor was heard shouting: "Don't come here, go through the gap over there!"
The two were startled. Although Mo Poor didn't point out, they knew what Mo Poor was talking about.
It was the gap that was blocked by Li Qing before, and it had been opened by the wax figures, but only a few wax figures wandered out, most of them were still chasing and killing Mo Poor.
"Why!" Xiao Feng was puzzled, why did he suddenly change the plan?
Mo Poor shouted: "It's too late for you to go back, leave the workshop first, don't get in the way! Hurry up!"
The two knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so they immediately turned around and ran towards the gap over there.
When they ran to the gap, they heard the gunfire behind them stop.
"No, he's out of bullets." Xiao Feng was shocked, and hurriedly looked back.
Seeing that Mo Poor had manipulated the crane to move him near the laboratory, and now that he was out of bullets, he threw the gun in his left hand, hit a falling wax figure, and jumped out of the crane immediately.
"Plop, plop." The wax figures fell into the bucket one by one. If Mo Poor didn't jump down, he would be smashed into pieces by the wax figures.
However, there are more wax figures below, so it’s okay to fall into it?
Xiao Feng raised his heart to his throat, but saw that Mo Poor jumped four meters away, and directly hit the glass window on the side of the laboratory that he smashed with an oil drum.
"Bang!" Mo Qiong slammed into the window sill with his body shrunken, then turned over and fell into the laboratory, but did not fall into the pile of wax figures.
Xiao Feng's face turned gray and he said: "Too bad... Can he still kill him?"
He finally knew why Mo Poor let them leave through the gap here.
At that time, Mo Poor was about to run out of bullets, so he must have had an idea, and wanted to jump back to the laboratory when he ran out of bullets, so as not to fall into the wax figure group.
But not to mention how dangerous it is to fall from a height of six meters, just the wax figures that are frantically chasing in through the window and crowding into the laboratory are enough for Mo Qiong to eat a pot.
Dense wax figures swarmed in, and there were too many of them, and many of them blocked the door.
Water is blocked inside and out, and it is impossible for them to push the trash can back from the laboratory.
If you didn't listen to Mo Poor just now, then there are only two results.
One, they are now surrounded by wax figures and must die.
Second, in order not to block the wax figure to the laboratory, Mo Poor had no choice but not to jump over it, but he himself would die if he did so. And Mo Qiong died, and they couldn't live.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Xiao Feng and Jinfa couldn't go back, so they could only bite the bullet and run in the corridor, burning the scattered wax figures with all their might.
At this moment, Mo Poor doesn't know what's going on inside, he still has brown hair looking at the paintings inside, and now he's blocked by the wax figure, so he doesn't know if he can come out and join them.
But they can't wait here, they have to keep finding their way upstairs.
"Can he come out?" the blond murmured.
Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "I don't know, if you can get the gun from the ammunition depot in time, you still have a chance. If it's too late..."
It was dead before it was too late. The place touched by the wax figure immediately turned into wax.
Once this kind of injury is received, it will be suffered more, and finally reduced to Li Qing's appearance.
Although the two were worried, there was nothing they could do. Obviously Mo Poor wanted to leave with the feed at first, but they wanted to stay and stick to it.
Unexpectedly, after a fierce battle, Mo Poor had to be trapped in the laboratory, but they pushed the feed away intact.
"What should I do?" The blond couldn't help anxiously seeing the scattered wax figures chasing out one after another.
Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go, finally bring out the feed, of course it must be sent to the Lanbai Club immediately."
"Let the people above free their hands as soon as possible to save him."
…
Mo Qiong's decline from the high platform seemed extremely thrilling, but in fact he had absolute confidence.
It looked as if he skipped a distance of four meters and fell into the window of the laboratory. In fact, he threw out the gun in his right hand first, and then hugged it. With the power of the flying gun, he fell into the laboratory window precisely. room.
But when the gun reached its destination, he fell directly on the windowsill, and the impact force was hard to bear.
"Hiss..." Mo Poor supported his waist, his expression contorted from the pain.
It felt like my ribs were about to break, the pain was excruciating, and there were even traces of blood when I touched it.
He staggered to his feet, not daring to delay for a moment, and immediately rushed to the ammunition depot.
No matter what tables, chairs and benches they encounter along the way, they will all be kicked away with one foot.
A wax figure crawled in through the window, and was immediately hit head-on, either by an iron frame flying towards the head, or a table flying towards the face.
But soon, Mo Poor stopped in his tracks because he saw brown hair not far away.
The brown-haired man stood not far from the window, still staring at the painting dutifully. Even though the countless sounds around him disturbed him, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and insisted on staring at the oil painting.
"Is anyone there? What happened?" Hearing the sound of countless footsteps approaching, the brown hair trembled but did not dare to look.
There was already a wax figure rushing in front of him, but he just backed away in fright, and looked at the back of the painting.
Mo Poor hurriedly shouted: "I'm here, don't panic, just keep an eye on the painting, and leave the rest to me!"
"Okay...okay..." The brown hair responded, facing the fear of the unknown, he was really calm. Although he was terrified to death, he still insisted on not looking up. The wax figure was in front of him, and he still insisted on staring at the painting.
I have to say that the people selected by the Lanbai Club to watch 382 all have their own reliability. Unreliable D-class personnel will not be sent to do this.
Mo Poor turned around and strode over, pulling his brown hair and running, throwing all kinds of things around him and smashing the wax figures.
Actually, he wished he could copy two benches and dance them all away, but as long as they were carried by people, the wax figures could also be waxed by touching them, and they would break after a few swings.
On the other hand, the laboratory is no bigger than the big factory building just now. Many of the cameras here are in good condition, and he is not surrounded, so it is not suitable to operate too aggressively.
"Don't always think about the wax figure of extinguishing light, I am still too reluctant...Unless I have infinite bullets Desert Eagle..."
Mo Qiong sighed, Xiao Feng and others had already left with the feed, and now he only needs to break out of the encirclement and meet with him.
I saw him put his brown hair on a chair and said, "Sit tight!"
Then he kicked the chair fiercely, and saw the brown hair sliding all the way on the chair, stumbling to the door of the ammunition depot twenty meters away.
The brown-haired dizzy, huddled on the chair, dizzy, but still insisted on staring at the painting.
Mo Poor chased after him, and when the wax figure was about to catch up, he opened the door and rushed into the ammunition depot.
After entering with brown hair, he loaded the magazine on his body and looked towards the corner of the wall.
I saw that Li Qing's body was already cold, with the pale color of a dead man, his cloudy eyes were staring at the ceiling, and there was still a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.
"He's still dead..." Mo Poor walked over, felt his pulse, and then closed his eyes.
After two seconds of silence, he stood up and said to the brown hair, "Follow me closely for a while, don't worry about anything, just focus on the painting."
"By the way, I won't be able to spare my hand to pull you. Now you fix the painting on my back... Uh, you know the eagle catches the chicken?"
Australian with brown hair, staring at the painting with a dazed face and said, "What... eagle chick?"
Mo Poor pouted and said, "Anyway, the easel is on my back, and you just stare at it. Wherever it goes, you go, and when it turns, you follow it."
"Don't get lost, or I won't be able to save you."
Breakthrough
The two of them ran out of the warehouse immediately, one carrying the oil drum and the other pushing the trash can.
As soon as I went out, I saw a dozen wax figures crowded in front of the door.
Just as the blond was about to pour oil on it, he heard more than a dozen puffs, and all the wax figures in front of him were sniped.
"quick!"
Mo Poor yelled that he was really going to run out of bullets.
The magazine has been used up, and there are only seventy rounds left in several guns.
At this moment, he continued to shoot the wax figure while controlling the crane to raise it.
The boom of the crane is very thin. After being raised, only one or two wax figures can be climbed up at a time.
However, the wax figures are quite ugly. Only a small part of them climbed up the boom, while many climbed from the surrounding walls to the workshop dome, adopting drop bombing.
Dense wax figures hung above, and when they gathered on top of Mo Poor's head, they jumped off directly, forcing Mo Poor to shoot them one by one.
If one is missed and hit him, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Oh my God..." Xiao Feng couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle when he saw it. Although Mo Poor faced the enemies in one breath and was not surrounded as often, the scene was too scary.
Wax figures fell from the sky one by one like diving, and the speed was very fast. If it was him, he might not be able to fire two shots before being thrown down.
And Mo Poor was so omnipotent that he shot it in mid-air, and when it fell down, it was already an ordinary wax figure.
"Can he still shoot calmly at this time? What if he makes a mistake once?" Xiao Feng said in shock.
"This marksmanship is too terrifying, but he won't last long, let's take this bucket and leave quickly!" Seeing this, the blond said anxiously.
"Yes, I don't want the second barrel, so withdraw first!" Xiao Feng nodded.
They can only bring two trash cans at most, and they can’t push any more. After all, no matter how heavy it is, it weighs more than 100 catties.
Seeing that Mo Poor is in such a crisis now, they didn't care about taking more, so they simply withdrew it first.
The scene where Mo Poor was under heavy siege at the moment was scary enough from a distance. I couldn't imagine how dangerous Mo Poor was under the impact of countless wax figures.
The wax figure fell so fast, as if many targets fell from upstairs, and it was necessary to ensure that each one hit the bull's-eye before it hit the ground.
"He did it to save bullets and buy us more time, but this is too dangerous." Xiao Feng said.
In this way, although the consumption of bullets is small, the technical requirements are higher. The wax figures fall and cover each other's vision, so that people can't make a little mistake. If you miss a moment, the price is death.
Compared to being surrounded, it is not as good as being surrounded. Although there are many enemies to be shot, at least there is a relative time buffer, and the wax figure will not be in front of you in a flash.
It is difficult enough just to take care of this, not to mention that there are many wax figures climbing up the boom like ants attacking the fortress.
There is no way, bullets are limited, so every second is precious now.
"Quickly go back to the laboratory." Xiao Feng pushed the trash can and ran wildly, while Blonde covered him with the oil can.
However, at this moment, Mo Poor was heard shouting: "Don't come here, go through the gap over there!"
The two were startled. Although Mo Poor didn't point out, they knew what Mo Poor was talking about.
It was the gap that was blocked by Li Qing before, and it had been opened by the wax figures, but only a few wax figures wandered out, most of them were still chasing and killing Mo Poor.
"Why!" Xiao Feng was puzzled, why did he suddenly change the plan?
Mo Poor shouted: "It's too late for you to go back, leave the workshop first, don't get in the way! Hurry up!"
The two knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so they immediately turned around and ran towards the gap over there.
When they ran to the gap, they heard the gunfire behind them stop.
"No, he's out of bullets." Xiao Feng was shocked, and hurriedly looked back.
Seeing that Mo Poor had manipulated the crane to move him near the laboratory, and now that he was out of bullets, he threw the gun in his left hand, hit a falling wax figure, and jumped out of the crane immediately.
"Plop, plop." The wax figures fell into the bucket one by one. If Mo Poor didn't jump down, he would be smashed into pieces by the wax figures.
However, there are more wax figures below, so it’s okay to fall into it?
Xiao Feng raised his heart to his throat, but saw that Mo Poor jumped four meters away, and directly hit the glass window on the side of the laboratory that he smashed with an oil drum.
"Bang!" Mo Qiong slammed into the window sill with his body shrunken, then turned over and fell into the laboratory, but did not fall into the pile of wax figures.
Xiao Feng's face turned gray and he said: "Too bad... Can he still kill him?"
He finally knew why Mo Poor let them leave through the gap here.
At that time, Mo Poor was about to run out of bullets, so he must have had an idea, and wanted to jump back to the laboratory when he ran out of bullets, so as not to fall into the wax figure group.
But not to mention how dangerous it is to fall from a height of six meters, just the wax figures that are frantically chasing in through the window and crowding into the laboratory are enough for Mo Qiong to eat a pot.
Dense wax figures swarmed in, and there were too many of them, and many of them blocked the door.
Water is blocked inside and out, and it is impossible for them to push the trash can back from the laboratory.
If you didn't listen to Mo Poor just now, then there are only two results.
One, they are now surrounded by wax figures and must die.
Second, in order not to block the wax figure to the laboratory, Mo Poor had no choice but not to jump over it, but he himself would die if he did so. And Mo Qiong died, and they couldn't live.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Xiao Feng and Jinfa couldn't go back, so they could only bite the bullet and run in the corridor, burning the scattered wax figures with all their might.
At this moment, Mo Poor doesn't know what's going on inside, he still has brown hair looking at the paintings inside, and now he's blocked by the wax figure, so he doesn't know if he can come out and join them.
But they can't wait here, they have to keep finding their way upstairs.
"Can he come out?" the blond murmured.
Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "I don't know, if you can get the gun from the ammunition depot in time, you still have a chance. If it's too late..."
It was dead before it was too late. The place touched by the wax figure immediately turned into wax.
Once this kind of injury is received, it will be suffered more, and finally reduced to Li Qing's appearance.
Although the two were worried, there was nothing they could do. Obviously Mo Poor wanted to leave with the feed at first, but they wanted to stay and stick to it.
Unexpectedly, after a fierce battle, Mo Poor had to be trapped in the laboratory, but they pushed the feed away intact.
"What should I do?" The blond couldn't help anxiously seeing the scattered wax figures chasing out one after another.
Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go, finally bring out the feed, of course it must be sent to the Lanbai Club immediately."
"Let the people above free their hands as soon as possible to save him."
…
Mo Qiong's decline from the high platform seemed extremely thrilling, but in fact he had absolute confidence.
It looked as if he skipped a distance of four meters and fell into the window of the laboratory. In fact, he threw out the gun in his right hand first, and then hugged it. With the power of the flying gun, he fell into the laboratory window precisely. room.
But when the gun reached its destination, he fell directly on the windowsill, and the impact force was hard to bear.
"Hiss..." Mo Poor supported his waist, his expression contorted from the pain.
It felt like my ribs were about to break, the pain was excruciating, and there were even traces of blood when I touched it.
He staggered to his feet, not daring to delay for a moment, and immediately rushed to the ammunition depot.
No matter what tables, chairs and benches they encounter along the way, they will all be kicked away with one foot.
A wax figure crawled in through the window, and was immediately hit head-on, either by an iron frame flying towards the head, or a table flying towards the face.
But soon, Mo Poor stopped in his tracks because he saw brown hair not far away.
The brown-haired man stood not far from the window, still staring at the painting dutifully. Even though the countless sounds around him disturbed him, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and insisted on staring at the oil painting.
"Is anyone there? What happened?" Hearing the sound of countless footsteps approaching, the brown hair trembled but did not dare to look.
There was already a wax figure rushing in front of him, but he just backed away in fright, and looked at the back of the painting.
Mo Poor hurriedly shouted: "I'm here, don't panic, just keep an eye on the painting, and leave the rest to me!"
"Okay...okay..." The brown hair responded, facing the fear of the unknown, he was really calm. Although he was terrified to death, he still insisted on not looking up. The wax figure was in front of him, and he still insisted on staring at the painting.
I have to say that the people selected by the Lanbai Club to watch 382 all have their own reliability. Unreliable D-class personnel will not be sent to do this.
Mo Poor turned around and strode over, pulling his brown hair and running, throwing all kinds of things around him and smashing the wax figures.
Actually, he wished he could copy two benches and dance them all away, but as long as they were carried by people, the wax figures could also be waxed by touching them, and they would break after a few swings.
On the other hand, the laboratory is no bigger than the big factory building just now. Many of the cameras here are in good condition, and he is not surrounded, so it is not suitable to operate too aggressively.
"Don't always think about the wax figure of extinguishing light, I am still too reluctant...Unless I have infinite bullets Desert Eagle..."
Mo Qiong sighed, Xiao Feng and others had already left with the feed, and now he only needs to break out of the encirclement and meet with him.
I saw him put his brown hair on a chair and said, "Sit tight!"
Then he kicked the chair fiercely, and saw the brown hair sliding all the way on the chair, stumbling to the door of the ammunition depot twenty meters away.
The brown-haired dizzy, huddled on the chair, dizzy, but still insisted on staring at the painting.
Mo Poor chased after him, and when the wax figure was about to catch up, he opened the door and rushed into the ammunition depot.
After entering with brown hair, he loaded the magazine on his body and looked towards the corner of the wall.
I saw that Li Qing's body was already cold, with the pale color of a dead man, his cloudy eyes were staring at the ceiling, and there was still a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.
"He's still dead..." Mo Poor walked over, felt his pulse, and then closed his eyes.
After two seconds of silence, he stood up and said to the brown hair, "Follow me closely for a while, don't worry about anything, just focus on the painting."
"By the way, I won't be able to spare my hand to pull you. Now you fix the painting on my back... Uh, you know the eagle catches the chicken?"
Australian with brown hair, staring at the painting with a dazed face and said, "What... eagle chick?"
Mo Poor pouted and said, "Anyway, the easel is on my back, and you just stare at it. Wherever it goes, you go, and when it turns, you follow it."
"Don't get lost, or I won't be able to save you."
