How Did It Become a River Crab?

"I will continue to work hard, just as a trivial condolence for him!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Lan's voice suddenly returned to normal: "How handsome."

"...Mo Lan, it's better for you to blow yourself up and die." W said seriously on the other side.

"Not now." Mo Lan waved the pliers, "Back to the point, I just heard about some arrangements of the Iron Devourer. They arranged for the ground troops to find our evacuation point, which may not be as safe as we thought."

"I observed the convoy going out just now." Scout said in a deep voice, "They have a few cars going out that are very close to the evacuation point, and it is possible to find the evacuation point." "Then what should we do now?" W's voice Li was a little irritable, "The front is blocked, the back is slapped, and the top is still touching, playing fart?"

"These few words of yours sound quite ambiguous..." Mo Lanxu said (spiritually): "I probably have a strategy, but I also need enough explosives to destroy all obstacles, and the reserves are probably not enough .”

Although Mo Lan couldn't speak before, she also listened to the conversation between W and scout the whole time, so she naturally knew the dilemma of not having enough bomb reserves.

"Yes, it's not enough at all." W sighed, "The remaining bombs can only blow up three or four walls at most, but according to the distance between us and the evacuation point, we are at least ten miles away from the target point." Multiple layers of such barriers."

"All in all, I'll meet you first. I'm small, and I can get in many surface cracks that ordinary people can't get through. It shouldn't be difficult to climb down from your heads and meet up."

"But our position is too far away from W and theirs."

Scout dug out the terrain map from the tactics bag and pointed to a location in the distance.

"W They are probably under that building, but there are many troublesome obstacles between them. It will take at least ten minutes for you to rush over from the surface. We don't have that much time."

"It's okay, I have a solution." Mo Lan looked up at Scout: "How is your arm strength? I mean arm strength for throwing things."

"Why do you ask this?" Scout was stunned for a moment, but still answered honestly: "When I was in the military academy, I was the champion of javelin and discus throwing in the school."

"That's OK." Mo Lan closed her eyes, took out the green apples from the fruit basket, and handed them to Scout: "Hide them first, don't let me see them."

Scout put away these green apples for no reason: "And then?"

"Just take one and throw it towards the meeting place. The more accurate the better, the more you throw it, and say it immediately."

"……Row."

Although it was quite inexplicable, Scout still squatted obediently to accumulate energy, raised his hand, exerted all the strength of his body, and threw the green apple out in one go.

"Throw it out!"

As soon as Scout finished speaking, Mo Lan suddenly opened his eyes.

In his line of sight, a huge green apple drew a graceful and neat arc in mid-air, and smashed towards the position indicated by scout with precision!

At this moment, Mo Lan's body was filled with an extremely strong appetite, and his whole crab also floated into the air. An afterimage representing extreme speed appeared on his body, and it was launched towards the landing point of the green apple like a rocket!

Scout: "??????"

Is this TM okay? !

Scout looked dumbfounded. Mo Lan's speed at the moment is comparable to a sports car galloping on the road. It doesn't sound like an exaggerated speed, but a crab that could only crawl on the ground the whole time before suddenly looks like an RPG Soaring in the air, Scout couldn't help but be confused.

Different from scout's bewilderment, Mo Lan in mid-air is extremely high at the moment, the wind is whistling in his ears, and the feeling of flying is so comfortable, just at this moment, Mo Lan understands why there is such a feeling. Many people who are not afraid of death ran to drag racing.

...because it's really cool.

The speed soared to [-] miles, and the mood was free~

Of course, in reality, please drive safely, don’t drag racing, drag racing is fun for a while, the mourning hall is the racing field, cherish life, stay away from drag racing.

"W, prepare to receive it."

Scout turned on the communication device and said softly.

"What?" W was confused, "Accept what?"

"Mo Lan...was launched."

W: "?"

Mo Lan, who was eighty miles away, slammed into the ground, smashing through the ground like a cannonball, without looking for cracks, and directly smashed in front of W and the others, smashing a small hole in the ground of the underground passage.

Wushang got up from the ground, Mo Lan ate the green apple pomace that had been broken into pieces by gravity and herself, and waved her pincers at W and the excited little sheep.

"Landing complete, request for further instructions!"

"..." W felt that she was already numb, even if Mo Lan pulled out a belt from her belly and yelled "hensin" in the next second, she wouldn't be surprised...

"Mr. Crab, you really didn't die!"

Aiyafala jumped on Mo Lan's body happily, and Xiangxiang pressed softly on Mo Lan's body, rubbing and rubbing, making the big crab show a satisfied smile.

Don't ask how a crab shows a satisfied expression, I just write it like this, everyone just read it like this, the picture is a joy.

After accepting Eyjafala's sheep pouncing attack, Mo Lan turned to look at W, and asked, "Don't you have a tool set that can make Originium bombs in batches? Why are there not enough bombs?"

"This is not a perpetual motion machine, it is made of the purest source stone." W took out her crafting tools from under the cloak with a complicated expression: "When I first came here, I didn't expect the demand to be so large. I brought the most The pure origin stones have all been used up, and I even broke some from myself, and the effect is very poor."

Mo Lan looked at the black-tech bomb-making tool, squinted her eyes and asked, "Do you have to use origin stones to make a bomb with this thing?"

"It's fine if it contains similar energy. It seems that synthetic jade and the like can also be made into a degraded version, but the effect will be more regrettable."

"...Then, try this?"

As Mo Lan said, she took out a test tube under W's bewildered gaze.

In the transparent glass test tube, the viscous liquid that was as scarlet as blood exuded a faint glow.

Chapter 50 Philosopher's Stone Bomb

What Mo Lan took out was the [Inferior Philosopher's Stone Solution] that he had drawn with ordinary gashapon coupons...

He wasn't sure if it would be useful on Terra, but now that it was all over the place, any hope would have to be fought.

"...What the hell is this?" W looked confused, "Synthetic Jade Solution? I'm afraid this stuff can't even blow through a concrete wall, right?"

"You try it." Mo Lan pretended to be an outsider, but in fact, she was crazy about drumming. The two world systems are completely different. It makes sense to say that these things can communicate with each other, and it makes sense to say that they can't. Well, if it explodes on the spot, then Mo Lan will be blamed for this one.

But as mentioned above, there is no good solution right now, and all possibilities have to be tried.

W looked at this strange test tube suspiciously. He wanted to ask something else, but thought that Tie Che was still chasing this way, and the situation was urgent, so he simply gave up all doubts and poured the inferior sage's stone into the test tube as if giving up. The feed port for the bomb crafting mod.

It's not a bad thing, once they entered, Mo Lan and W were stunned.

The energy response light of the bomb module... soared to the highest index!

The Philosopher's Stone... Really works!

"Fuck?! Level [-] index?" Everyone in W was dumbfounded, "The most pure origin stone on my old lady can only reach level [-], what did you give me? I'm afraid it was not made by people?"

Mo Lan felt guilty, don't tell me, this is probably made by humans...

In the original "Fullmetal Alchemist", [Sage's Stone] is a universal alchemy material made from human souls. The blood-like color also implies its terrifying essence of devouring souls. Even this piece of Philosopher's Stone No matter how diluted it is, no matter how poor it is...it is probably also made of soul.

As for what kind of soul is used to make the low-quality version, I don’t know. I guess it used black technology to kill a few horses to make 2S+ players...

This is something provided by the system lottery, and Mo Lan doesn't feel burdened to use it.

If you use the soul to die instead of W and scout, the little sheep may be defiled to death by the forced gorilla. This question is a bonus question.

W used this tube of low-quality Philosopher's Stone to make a full twenty high-energy explosives, which were more than powerful enough to break through doors, and were more than enough to be used as a degraded version of the grenade.

"You can always bring me all kinds of surprises, Mo Lan." Looking at the huge pile of chewing gum-shaped red explosives in his hand, W sighed: "I have not had any surprises this year that you gave me today." many."

"That means I'm in good health and have enough ammunition..."

W: "?"

researcher:"?"

Scout: "?"

Little Sheep: "(〃'▽'〃) Why do you send question marks?"

Mo Lan: "Excuse me, pretend I didn't say anything."

"Let's talk about the topic." W played with a pile of "chewing gum" in his hand: "Now we have enough bombs, the question is what to do with the ground search forces? Can we really rush there before they find the evacuation point?"

W's worry is not unreasonable. The ground search troops operate by car. The search efficiency should be quite high. The evacuation point itself is not hidden. Such a long time is enough for the ground troops to find the truck and form a deadly ambush. up.

What's more, the act of W blasting the bunker underground is also guiding the searchers of the Iron Devouring Mercenary Group. They can follow the explosion sound to lock the area and reduce the difficulty of searching.

In this way, the Tower of Babel team appears quite passive.

"Don't worry about that." Faced with W's sorrow, Mo Lan shook her head lightly, "I already thought of a good plan before I came here."

"Let's hear it?" Both W and scout were a little emotional. It was thanks to Mo Lan that he had figured out the enemy's action plan in advance. hoped.

Fighting is essentially about intelligence and resources, and Mo Lan happens to have both, and now only he can lead the entire group to escape.

Mo Lan and W nestled next to each other, discussing a lot in chatter. After listening to Mo Lan's plan, W narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure? It's not safe for you."

"They can't find me, no problem, but you should pay attention." Mo Lan shook her head, "Is this part of the task difficult for you?"

"Under the current situation, there is no difficulty." This sentence was said by Scout, who had also heard all of Mo Lan's strategies.

After finishing the difficulty assessment, Scout let out a sigh of emotion: "Mo Lan, your courage and courage make me a little hard to understand. This strategy is not complicated, but now you are the only one who can speak so rudely in such a calm manner. strategy."

"People like us have a characteristic that we always ignore life and death." Mo Lan raised her tentacles.

"So... let's get started."

Iron Devourer kicked the attacking Void Beast, watched it hit the wall by his own kick, and exploded into large pieces of wreckage, staring expressionlessly at the underground passage ahead.

Beside him are more than a dozen mercenary squads in charge of chasing. At the moment, they are chasing along the underground passage, cleaning up the void beasts that pop up along the way, and advancing in an orderly manner.

After the initial fear, these surviving elites have understood the battle mode of the Void Beast. With tacit cooperation, the Void Beast, which has lost its fear and superiority in numbers, is no longer a threat, but has become a delay for the team to advance. annoying bug.

Cheating Iron's mood improved a lot.

Although the hunter team has not received any results yet, this is no longer important. The troublesome crab has already exploded, and the void beast that came from nowhere is no longer a threat. Go ahead and chase.

The pursuit path was well chosen, and those bugs were still blasting away the obstacles in the underground passage at this moment, thereby opening up an escape passage to the outside world.

This would certainly allow them to pass through, but at the same time it would expose their location and destination. As long as you follow the sound of the explosion, let the ground troops narrow down the search area in the direction of the sound, find out the extraction point and catch up with the team. Sooner or later.

Just now, the voice suddenly became louder. That little slut with hair like a cockroach really didn't know how to write dead.

After a few minutes of tracking, a communication from the ground troops suddenly came from the iron-biting headset, and it was the second-in-command who was promoted just before the battle: "Commander, we found a vehicle covered in urban camouflage cloth. There is an exit from an underground passage, which is likely to be their evacuation point."

After hearing this, Tie Che had a cruel and satisfied smile on his face.

The hearing of the Sarkaz is not outstanding, and the snipers and hunters who are the best at observation are all dead. No one realizes that under every violent explosion before, there is a small, insignificant sound hidden. The explosion of the watch.