In order to kill the wax figurines with the greatest efficiency, it was best to use fire.
If they could create a fire that spread throughout the entire laboratory and the production workshop, all the wax figurines would melt in a short time, leaving only a small part of them.
It was also because of this that the Blue and White Society had the confidence to not prioritize the wax figurines, because for them, there must be more efficient ways to kill them. If they left them alone for more than an hour, they would have absolute confidence in containing them.
If Mo Qiong wanted to break through, it would not be a problem if he was alone, but it would be troublesome if he had to bring someone along.
In particular, this person could not see the road, which made Mo Qiong unable to run too fast, let alone fly.
He could continuously shoot the wax figurines so that they could not get close, but he could not completely get rid of the wax figurines and would always be chased by such a large group of wax figurines.
"There should still be fuel …" Mo Qiong recalled the fuel barrels that Xiao Feng and the others used just now, and casually kicked the residue on the ground to locate them.
Sure enough, there were still some in the laboratory.
He followed the residue, opened up a path with his guns, and quickly found six barrels of fuel.
It turned out that in every room equipped with important equipment, there would be a separate power generation room. When the main power supply system was damaged, the backup power of the independent system would be used to supply power.
If there was an accident, when the backup power supply was also lost, the gasoline generators prepared in each laboratory could be used to temporarily supply power.
This kind of preparation was to ensure that the members could find generators in each room at any time when they needed electricity during a special period.
The previous broadcast requested that a part of the combat personnel protect the main power supply system, which was issued at the same time as the order to suppress Taotie. It seemed that electricity was a very important part of the containment safety. Perhaps the suppression measures of some terrifying anomalies required constant electricity.
In any case, excluding the two barrels that Xiao Feng and the others used and took away, there were still six barrels left in the laboratory.
"Very good, if there is fuel, it will be much easier to set the fire."
Mo Qiong first shot at the fastest speed, shooting a large number of wax figurines in front of him to make a large space.
Then, he took the opportunity to kick the six barrels of fuel out of the laboratory one by one. With each kick, a barrel of fuel drew an arc like a football, crossed the 'human wall' formed by the wax figurines, and accurately flew out of the window.
He repeated this six times in a row, like six set pieces, and kicked all six barrels of fuel out of the window.
In order to burn the wax figures to death, the key point was not to smear oil on each wax figure. Even if the wax figures did not have an open flame, they would still melt in a high temperature environment.
Therefore, the key point was to use the fire to trap all the wax figures so that they had nowhere to run.
As long as he didn't open the door to the disinfection room, the only exit leading to the corridor was the gap in the workshop.
That was the place that Mo Qiong had to focus on. Otherwise, if the fire started, all the wax figurines would run out and fill the corridor, making it even harder for him to walk.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang …" After a series of rapid shots, Mo Qiong brought the brown-haired man out of the laboratory.
Outside the window, in addition to the six barrels of oil, there were many other things that he had thrown out when he smashed the wax figures.
Mo Qiong glanced around and found a table that was not bad.
"This tabletop is made of composite material. It's both light and sturdy. It can be used as a fan …"
He placed the oil barrel on the table and kicked it. Instantly, the table became a war chariot, knocking over a dozen wax figures to open a path.
Mo Qiong ran behind him. After shooting a few wax figures, he stepped on the table and looked down from above.
The brown-haired man hurriedly climbed up with his hands and feet, staring at the oil painting all the time.
Mo Qiong did not have time to care about him. If he could keep up with the rhythm, he would. If he could not, there was nothing he could do. Once 382 ran out, he could just banish it. After all, it was hanging behind him.
Standing on the table, Mo Qiong once again used his fastest shooting speed to clear the surrounding wax figures. After that, he quickly opened the oil barrel cover and poured the oil out.
Without much effort, when the oil came out of the barrel, they became Mo Qiong's bullets.
The oil barrel seemed to have become a water gun. The oil that came out of it flowed in the air and formed an oil column.
This oil column accurately shot a wax figure in the distance, drenching its head and face. At the same time, it also changed its target and shot another wax figure's face next to it.
For a moment, the oil column was like a whip that was constantly swinging, washing away a large number of wax figures in the distance.
It seemed to be attacking multiple targets at the same time, but in fact, there was a sequence. It was just that the oil column formed a continuous line. It seemed to be a whole, but in fact, the oil that flowed out of the barrel at different times had different targets.
This situation did not last long. In just two seconds, the oil column split, and more and more of it split. In the end, it simply flew in different directions like a fairy scattering flowers.
"Tun tun tun tun …" The oil barrel made a strange sound as the liquid flowed out. The oil flew everywhere in clumps, and soon dozens of wax figures were drenched.
The point was not to let the wax figures get stained, but to spread the oil as widely as possible.
After pouring a barrel, there were still enemies nearby to deal with. Mo Qiong did not have time to finesse the operation.
He directly kicked the remaining oil barrels five times in a row in different directions.
He threw one barrel in the laboratory, one at the window, one at the ceiling, one at the gap, and one at the densest place near him.
Gasoline would be volatile. At normal temperature, it would also emit a highly flammable gas.
Therefore, it was enough to scatter one barrel evenly. The rest were directly thrown to various places to let it flow and spread naturally.
Mo Qiong did not have to worry that there would be oil around him immediately. This was because no matter what he encountered, his arrows could not be stopped. Even if the oil was eaten by someone, the oil would definitely reach its destination.
Ignoring everything else, he stared at the one that flew to the ceiling. After the oil barrel hit one of the wax figures, it began to spin and fall, and the gasoline dissipated in all directions.
Seeing that it was falling, Mo Qiong fired instantly.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
Mo Qiong fired five shots in a row, and these five shots accurately locked onto the five oil barrels in different directions.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!" Continuous large explosions occurred immediately. The explosive flames spread rapidly, forming impact flames in mid-air.
After the five oil barrels exploded, the flammable gas that had already spread everywhere immediately formed many small explosive flames, releasing a large amount of heat.
In less than two seconds, the fire spread throughout the laboratory and workshop. The fire in the sky poured down like a rain of fire.
"Get up!"
Mo Qiong shouted and quickly jumped onto a machine at the side. Then, he picked up the table from earlier and swung it.
The brown-haired man could not keep up with Mo Qiong's operation at all and fell directly.
He was already stunned by the explosion, but at the same time, he still stared at the image with his scalp numb.
Mo Qiong's rhythm was too fast. If his eyes could not keep up, he would also use the eyes behind Xiao Feng's head that he was holding in his hand to follow. He was extremely dutiful.
When the brown-haired man climbed onto the machine, his face almost sticking to Mo Qiong's back, Mo Qiong was also fulfilling his duty. He must not let the fire burn them.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Qiong swung the table wildly and used it as a big fan. The wind that blew out did not roll around him but directly rushed into the distance, forming impact airflow.
The continuous large fan wind was enough to shoot away the flammable gas that floated over. Either directly or indirectly, it repelled the surrounding high-temperature flames.
With a fan, it even rolled out flames, causing them to rush out like fire snakes and burn the wax figures in the distance that had not been burned yet.
The brown-haired man stared at the painting and shrank behind Mo Qiong. Instead, he only felt a little airflow.
However, he did not know that there was an unusually fierce wind and fire wave in the workshop at this moment.
The wind helped the fire. Under Mo Qiong's precise airflow, the fire snakes danced wildly and the burning oil and gas burned the places where the fire had not spread.
This was the reason why he did not need to spread the oil evenly on every wax figure. He did not need every wax figure to be on fire. What he wanted was this high-temperature environment!
At this moment, the high-temperature flames that came from the sky had all become his ammunition.
This included the fire rain that fell from the ceiling, which was also the ammunition of open flame.
The burning oil and gas were blown away by him before they fell and bombarded the nearby wax figures.
The wax figures were flammable. When they touched the oil flame, they would soon sizzle and emit oil. In a short while, they would melt and the surface would become blurry.
Once the bow tie was melted, it would directly become an ordinary wax figure, crookedly forming pieces of distorted human-shaped candles.
Unfortunately, the wax figure's material was not the most flammable gaseous wax. Otherwise, there would not be such a big fire.
"So … so hot!" the brown-haired man finally shouted.
As time passed, Mo Qiong could no longer blow away all the hot air. This was because the average temperature of the air in this environment was getting higher and higher. In the end, it was basically all scorching heat waves and thick smoke.
What Mo Qiong was holding was not a wind and fire fan. It was just a fanning table board.
To be able to let the wax figures be roasted first and have no choice but to roast him last was already the limit of his operation.
He could not fan a vacuum. When a part of the air was blown away, another part of the airflow would surge in.
Using his ability, he could only ensure that the hot air that was blown away would not circle back to him. Instead, it would definitely reach somewhere far away. When the air was flowing, it could also reduce the efficiency of his heat absorption by a lot.
"I'm so tired …" Mo Qiong was sweating all over and his arms were sore.
He fanned continuously for a minute. At this moment, his hands were trembling. After all, although the table board was not heavy, it was not as labor-saving as a real fan.
If he had a big round fan, he could easily roll the surrounding hot air and open flame to form a high-temperature airflow impact.
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