This was the scary part about Mo Qiong playing with electricity. Safety measures like lightning rods were almost meaningless.
No matter how good the conductor was, the electric arrow had to hit the target first, then find a nearby circuit and slip away naturally.
In the same way, things like insulating suits could be easily pierced through.
The protective suit worn by the man with the pig mask had a transparent face. This kind of 'armor' was Mo Qiong's favorite because it would definitely penetrate the armor.
As long as he could see inside, his arrow would definitely be able to penetrate.
After getting rid of the 'commander' here, the war rats here fell into a panic.
In their hearts, the man with the pig mask was their ruler, one of the masters who gave them wisdom, knowledge, and raised them.
He had been their ruler since their ancestors and fathers. He had completely integrated into the culture of this group of smart rats. This was how the Non-Human Research Society ruled the smart rats.
It was similar to the culture of Huaxia. They did not rely on faith, nor did they claim to be gods, but they claimed to be ancestors.
Perhaps from a certain point of view, they had already been deified, but this way of cultural implantation effectively avoided the awkwardness of having their theocracy exposed.
If they were only gods among the smart rats, then it would be too awkward. Were there eight billion gods in the world?
The Non-Human Research Society was still hoping to use them as weapons to deal with others. Wouldn't there be others to replace them in the future? They were all gods anyway.
If the gods of other religions were powerful, they could switch to other gods.
But it was different for this kind of ancestor. So what if there were billions of people in the world? Only this small group of people were the ones who created, nurtured, and protected them. This was already destined, and it was not easy to change.
At least most of the smart rats would not betray their cultural core after their wisdom was awakened and their culture had nourished them for more than twenty generations.
The man with the pig mask was knocked out by a flare. This made the smart rats panic, but they were only shocked by Mo Qiong's power.
But then, these war rats adjusted themselves. Some of them dragged the unconscious man with the pig mask into the laboratory.
Most of the others rushed madly towards Mo Qiong. They crowded and piled on top of each other, like a wave of rats.
There were also secret service rats hanging from above. There were even remote-controlled drones and flying rats sitting in model aircrafts.
"Squeak, squeak, follow me to kill the enemy!"
"Squeak, squeak, protect the pig king!"
"Squeak, squeak, for the tribe!"
A few flying rats had already rushed to the war rats in front of them, but before the electric arcs could even touch them, they suddenly self-destructed.
Especially the drones, the bombs inside were even more violent. The exploding flames and the bloody mist of the war rats' sacrifice directly blew Mo Qiong out of the sky.
This was only the first few bombs. If the entire sky was filled with self-destructing planes, he was afraid that he would be blown into meat paste.
"There's actually a way to self-destruct? A remote-controlled bomb?"
Mo Qiong ignored the burns on the surface of his body and jumped back two steps. He stabilized his body in mid-air and casually extinguished the flames on his clothes.
All of a sudden, it jumped around in the steam cloud, stirring up countless electric snakes.
These electric snakes just circled around him, and the drones in the outer circle were all affected by electromagnetic interference and fell directly from the air.
If there was electricity, there would definitely be magnetism. Mo Qiong repeatedly jumped horizontally, continuously increasing the collision with the electric charges in the air, stimulating and expanding the electromagnetic field on his body.
The remote control, the circuit, and the pulse circuit were all destroyed, and the chips of the drones were all burned.
Not only that, the chandeliers in the hall all exploded, and the computers, access control, broadcast, and surveillance were all damaged in an instant.
Mo Qiong jumped more and more vigorously, and the repeated horizontal jumps created a magnetic storm. Finally, under the flashes of electric light, he destroyed all the electrical appliances here in one breath.
Since the pig mask man dared to stay, he would definitely not leave any useful information for the Lan Bai She.
Therefore, the electrical appliances were not important, it was better to destroy the war rats' remote control planes, control machines, and detonate bombs.
For a moment, the hall was dark, and only the shining Mo Qiong was left shining.
The air force of the smart rats was completely wiped out and fell into the solution.
Mo Qiong stepped in the air and chased towards the laboratory, ignoring the war rats for the time being.
He could forcefully hit the target, but hitting the target did not mean that it would definitely hurt.
The war rats were soaked in the solution, and electricity could not do anything to them because the electric current would not pass through their bodies at all. It would only be quickly transmitted through the solution on the surface and into the ground.
If the electric current did not pass through their bodies, it would not cause any harm to them.
However, it was possible to kill them. Mo Qiong had an idea, and casually used an electric arc on the face of the smart rat that popped its head out of the solution.
The smart rat was instantly electrocuted, and the electric current jumped from the exposed rat head into the solution like a mad dog, electrocuting it.
However, the dozens of rats beside it were not affected at all.
The solution on the ground seriously hindered the range of the electric treatment. If he could only kill them one by one, why would Mo Qiong use electricity?
Mo Qiong electrocuted all the war rats that were recklessly charging towards him, and then ignored the ones soaked in the solution and rushed straight into the laboratory.
"Bang!"
Mo Qiong kicked open the door of the laboratory, and saw hundreds of war rats dragging the pig mask man here, and trying to find medicine from the first aid kit to treat him.
However, these war rats obviously did not know how to treat electric injuries, and did not recognize the medicine, so they could only run around in circles anxiously.
"Squeak squeak squeak … Hurry and save the pig king." Hundreds of war rats screamed at the white rat on the table.
The white rat fiddled with the medicine in the first aid kit, and quickly took out a burn ointment.
However, when it saw Mo Qiong suddenly barge in, it was shocked, and threw the ointment away!
The hundreds of war rats were furious, but they did not have time to care about the white rat, and rushed towards Mo Qiong.
There was no solution left in the laboratory. Mo Qiong snapped his fingers, and an electric light immediately appeared on his fingertips. With a flash of white light, a hundred war rats were electrocuted, and the explosives in their bodies were detonated. Even the other war rats behind them were blown away, and they were badly mutilated.
The white rat wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run.
It anxiously ran around in circles on the table, and finally chose to face reality, lying on the table and waiting for death.
"White rat?" Mo Qiong fought back against the war rats that rushed in from outside the door, and walked over.
He did not kill it, because this was the only smart rat that did not rush up to kill him.
Obviously, this was not a combat soldier, and its color was different from the war rats outside, so it was probably an experiment assistant?
Mo Qiong walked over, stared at the white rat on the table, and said, "You should be able to understand me, if you really have the concept of language."
Sure enough, the white rat raised its head and nodded vigorously, indicating that it understood.
Of course it understood, not because it was proficient in human language, but because of the Translation Konjac.
As long as it was a systematic language, it would be automatically translated by the Translation Konjac.
The Translation Konjac could not allow humans to communicate with beasts, because beasts' communication was not considered a language. To reach the standard of the Translation Konjac, one had to be at least Neanderthal vowel level.
The smart rats already had their own language, and with the help of humans, their culture was accelerated, and the maturity of their language was no less than English. This level of language was considered a middle level language in the modern human world.
When he first came in, Mo Qiong heard a whistle from the broadcast, and a sharp voice ordering the war rats.
At that time, Mo Qiong completely understood what it meant, and knew that someone was sitting here, commanding the battle.
Since he could understand the rat language, the smart rats could naturally understand his Chinese.
"Don't kill me, I'm very obedient, spare my life, I surrender." The white rat saw that Mo Qiong was talking to it, and immediately shouted.
Of course, it was speaking in rat language, but Mo Qiong understood it. It was just that the translation was a bit strange, why did it sound a bit like Chu Ci?
Seeing that Mo Qiong raised his eyebrows and did not speak, the white rat was anxious, and rushed to the coffee machine, skillfully made a cup of coffee, and then pushed the cart to Mo Qiong.
"A cup of coffee, no sugar, spare my life, I surrender." The white rat said again.
Mo Qiong laughed, "Okay, okay, I know you want to surrender, are you the head of the coffee machine in this laboratory? How do you know that I don't like sugar? "
The white rat was confused, how could it know that Mo Qiong did not like sugar? Rats like to eat sugar, and the experts in this laboratory also liked to add sugar. But the pig-faced man liked to drink the original flavor, and he almost killed it before, but then he spared its life and told it not to add sugar to the coffee.
So much so that the white rat thought that not adding sugar was a form of human etiquette to express submission.
Therefore, when it said "a cup of coffee, no sugar", it was actually an allusion to the meaning of submission, and it was a newly invented idiom …
After Mo Qiong asked, he first laughed at this guy's stupidity, but then he thought deeply and was shocked by the smart rat's strong cultural cells.
Modern people knew that quoting from classics was the creation of classics by their ancestors.
The smart rats knew to invent idioms from precedents, and once passed down, it would be a culture.
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