"Damn this is a wine cellar for bars to store goods, there is no way to go in front!"

"Fuge, use your purple smoke to think of a solution!"

Nalanga turned his eyes on his companions in panic.

He knew that Zi Yan had good power and would definitely break through the high walls blocking the road ahead.

“Not useless.”

But Fuge looked at his hands that had been covered with a thick layer of ice crystals:

"My hands were frozen too stiff. The injury of my body will also affect the substitute in turn. Now Zi Yan's fist power has also weakened a lot."

"And, even if you break this wall, it's useless."

"There is an empty street outside the wall, and the enemy is stepping on ice snatches under his feet."

"He can't show his speed if he is small in the store, if he is in a small space and many obstacles. If he is on the road, we may not even be qualified to escape."

Fuge's analysis makes people extremely desperate.

And Jiaqiu had already walked into the kitchen and covered everything around him under the frost.

"Then, then let's close the door?"

Nalanga panicked and rushed into the wine cellar without a way out.

It seems to be for the sake of theft, the iron door of this wine cellar is made extremely thick and looks very safe:

"That enemy hasn't shown his strength yet, he may not be able to break the iron gate and wall."

"If we were hiding in the wine cellar"

"Not even!"

Fuge sighed long:

"Atoms are difficult to diffusion at low temperatures, and the migration of dislocations cannot be as easy as at room temperature. The lattice structure inside the steel will change."

"When the temperature is lower than the tough brittle transition temperature, the fracture method of steel will change from tough rupture to brittle fracture."

Nalanga: “???”

Fuge seized the time and briefly summarized it:

"The iron will be frozen and crunched when smashed."

"This door won't protect us."

"What should I do?" Nalanga was confused.

His tactical mind is good, but his tactical strategy alone can no longer solve the current problem.

But what he didn't notice was that when he just arrived at the conversation, Fuge's voice seemed to be calming down little by little:

"Naranga, calm down."

"I thought of a way, maybe I could defeat him."

As he said that, Fuge pointed at the wine box in front of him.

"Use wine?" Nalanga looked puzzled.

"No."

Fuge shook his head.

He pointed to his head

After both Purple Smoke and Aviation Smith declared useless, this is his only weapon:

"Use science, and"

"consciousness."
Chapter completed!