"Run! That light is a defensive object that can temporarily replenish energy!"

It was supposed to have three shots to solve the battle, but the kerosene lamp that caught the mouse became a key life-saving prop for him.

The rat group was only about three meters away from Sherlock. He gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again to exhaust all the gas in the gun. Then he stopped looking at the rat catcher and turned around and ran away.

"I ruined two treasures of me and wanted to run away? I really think I am a slime monster, and I can pinch it whatever I want?"

In order to block the shooting, he first sacrificed a carefully cultivated mutant mouse and used its blood as fuel for the protective lamp. This is heartbreaking enough. The key is that the protective lamp has its own unique fuel. Suddenly, it will be a big problem if it is something else, running-in will become.

This is like gun parts. The more refined it is, the more concerned the matching of parts. A slight flaw will cause the overall accuracy or power of the gun to decrease. The invasion of foreign objects will undoubtedly cause irreversible damage to the lamp.

From the current flashing and shaking fire in the bottle, you can know that the effect of this thing will be greatly reduced in the future. If you want to repair it, you don’t know how much effort it will take.

As the saying goes, when you walk by the river often, you can't get your shoes wet, but if you capsize in the gutter, the mouse catcher is really angry. The flutes are blowing repeatedly, and the group of rats rushing forward burst into screams.

Very fierce!

"Run apart!"

Two people can separate the rats and the chances of escaping are higher.

"I have a gun, what should you do?"

In Sherlock's view, he could counterattack with the gun in his hand. Donald didn't have a weapon, and being caught up would be a death match. But Donald, who had turned the other side and ran a distance, could not hear it.

Donald's plan is very simple. He ran out to the streets as much as possible. As long as he could enter the crowd, he could find a helper. It is easy to surround him and kill him, but as long as there are more people and the pressure is shared, his combat effectiveness will be fine no matter how many mice are.

What's more, there is always a limit, range, quantity, and these must be quantified. Otherwise, the mouse catcher will not have to steal jewelry. Tens of thousands of mice are swaying across the border, and it is no problem to directly grab it.

Mutant mice are the key!

This is Donald's idea. Sherlock had observed the state of these mice with spiritual vision during the battle. The ordinary mice were just white, while the mutant mice emitted red light like the mouse-catching man.

Donald believes that ordinary mice are just unconscious puppets. They are controlled with high intensity by the mouse-catching man within a certain range. Once they leave this range, their control power is weakened and the mutant mice are the core of control. All mutant mice are directly controlled by the mouse-catching man.

Simply put, after breaking out of a certain distance, the control of the two levels becomes level three. For example, the teacher is the control core of the school’s daily class time, and when it is transferred to the self-study time, it becomes the control core of the class committee. The order of the two time periods and the binding force of the control core are naturally slightly different.

Bold speculation and cautious verification.

While running, Donald kept looking back at the mutant mouse behind, finding its location, and looking for elevated platforms or things that could climb up the house around.

On the one hand, he must try his own method while still, and on the other hand... he is really unable to run.

You can't expect a religious department to deal with a bunch of church books and historical documents all day long, at least Donald and his predecessors are not good at this time.

I was panting, my throat was so dry that I was even thicker, my calves were shaking, and my hands were swinging as much as I could, just hoping to squeeze out some more physical strength.

Being able to keep thinking in this situation is also a skill.

There is no way to go. After walking through the warehouse area for several minutes, Donald still found a stacked cargo box and leaned over a warehouse.

Then, he used his hands and feet to step on the cargo box on the bottom floor, climbed up layer by layer, and soon arrived at the roof.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~Huh..."

He turned around and sat on the roof of the warehouse, put his legs in front, opened his mouth wide and let more fresh air enter his body as much as possible. There were waves of buzzing sounds in his ears and brain cavity.

After today, you must find a way to exercise, at least you must be able to run or jump!

Only the mutant mice can jump up directly, but they also have their own methods. During the mutant mice's screams, these mice began to climb up in the form of stacked arhats, and the speed was not slow, while the mutant mice rushed to the front.

Donald sat on the top and waited, watching the gray-black waves rise and fall.

There was still a height of the cargo box left, and Donald could see the dark yellow front teeth of the mutant mouse in the front, but the distance was not enough.

"Come on, I want to try whether you are the controller of these mice."

To adjust his mental state, the method that Donald thought of was to use the mental power he had just figured out to attack the mutant mouse. As long as it breaks down its mental state, the mouse-catching man can't control a body without any thoughts, right?

Half a meter!

The pungent smell of the large group of mice rushed into Donald's nose frantically, and the scarlet eyes as big as mung beans were all staring at him. They received the instructions... to eat the creature in front of them!

Scream~

The first one to move forward was the mutant mouse, which is not common. Just like on the rooftop, facing some powerful opponents, it likes to let its subordinates test it first, but this time it is different. The human in front of it has no threat to it at all. As long as it rushes into his arms, sharp claws and sharp teeth will become weapons!

Spiritual shock!

Donald is not an indigenous person in this world. While coming to this world, his former memories are stored in his mind. It is undeniable that this memory will not play a big role in his understanding of the customs and culture of this world, because it is another culture and there is no connection between the two sides.

However, the era known as the information explosion in his previous life gave him an extremely precious quality - full of creative imagination!

Do you know if anyone with superpowers in his previous life? But among many works that Donald has read, few people with strong mental power appear?

This is almost an indispensable existence in some Western dramas.

Their attack methods may be just imagined by ordinary people, but in Donald today, this is the best reference!

Now that I have very weak mental power, I can use the simplest technique.

Spiritual shock!

Imagine that my few mental power turned into a thin needle, rushing into the head of the mutant mouse, and attacking its mind.

The next second, two blood marks were dragged out from Donald's nostrils, and the dizziness in his mind suddenly became worse. This was the price of overloading the use of mental power!

A turbulent flow suddenly appeared in the void in front of him. Since the price had been paid, the explosion that should be caused is naturally indispensable. If Donald turned on his spiritual vision at this moment, he would find that the originally erratic mental power in front of him was indeed showing signs of condensation, but there was no need to think about condensed into a needle. At most, it would be a small hammer as thick as a finger.
Chapter completed!