"Throw the things away wisely, or else things will get out of hand and you'll be the only one in trouble."
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Perhaps because they were afraid of the flamethrower, the nine people surrounding it tried to persuade the man to surrender by talking to him one after another.
Chu Hai discovered a characteristic: Brother Qi seemed to particularly like playing with fire. This bottle of air freshener was modified in his godfather's laboratory, and he was also present.
Brother Qi used orange peel, which has a magical power. If you pinch it towards the candle, it can perform fire-breathing acrobatics for you.
The reason is that orange peel contains natural essential oils and aromatic hydrocarbons.
Brother Qi mixed gasoline with hydrocarbons and used compressed nitrogen as the pressure source to create a handheld flamethrower.
After the incident in the weekly report, Brother Qi began to arm himself. He always carried some small, inconspicuous gadgets with him.
The kind that won’t be confiscated even if the school inspects the desks.
As for the nozzle, Brother Qi installed a telescopic one-way valve to avoid backfire.
"This thing is filled with mixed gases, and the flame temperature is over 3000 degrees. It will make your skin burst in less than a second. Come and fight me! Give me a legitimate reason to destroy you!"
Chu Hai saw Qi Ge speaking indifferently.
"Oh my god! Zeng Qi, are you serious?"
Among the nine people who were surrounding the area, someone made a trembling accusation.
Are you kidding me! The temperature of a lighter is between 300 and 500 degrees.
3000 degrees, this is the rhythm of cremation on the spot!
Holding an air freshener in hand, every time Brother Qi took a step forward, the nine people took a step back.
"Fuck you, who the hell are you trying to scare?" He leaned forward stubbornly. Someone was not convinced and grabbed a bench to block himself.
It was the fashionable guy with a small tuft of purple hair.
"Xiao Hai, since he wants to die, just pour gasoline on him." Under Brother Qi's order, Chu Hai understood.
"You want to die, Master Chu, I will grant you your wish!"
Chu Hai took out a bottle of mineral water and rushed over to pour it. As the smell spread, someone threw away the bench and ran away, obviously frightened by the word "gasoline".
"Don't run, grandson. You're thick-skinned and tough, what are you afraid of?"
Brother Qi held up the air freshener and started to light the fire frantically. The harsh sound of the ignition was so damn scary that the remaining people quickly made way for the door.
Brother Qi didn't waste any time. He just chased after the guy who was not afraid of death, and he looked like he was going to kill him.
The guy who was doused with gasoline only wished his parents had given him two fewer legs.
"Oh my god, oh my god, this is killing me..." The guy who ran away was so scared that he could only use poor words to express his inner anxiety.
Being only a junior high school student wasn't enough to make him as steady as an old dog, and the pungent smell on his body made him firmly believe that it was gasoline.
The people who were burned to death by gasoline in the movie were very miserable.
"This, this, this...Brother, why don't we just forget about it today? Zeng Qi is a ruthless person, so it's better not to provoke him."
Looking at their companions who were being chased and fleeing frantically, some people began to retreat.
I thought I was here to help in the fight, but it turned out that my opponent was a guy who could kill people. No one was willing to take on such a bad job.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and the guy holding the basketball instantly lost his temper. The lingering smell of gasoline in the air made him dare not stay any longer, so he could only lead his companions away in shame.
On the other side, Brother Qi gave up after chasing for one minute. The fashionable young man with a small tuft of purple hair was in such good physical condition that he ran faster than a rabbit.
After watching the guys blocking the door leave, Chu Hai threw away the mineral water bottle in his hand.
Of course, what he poured was not gasoline, but a homemade counterfeit product.
The black rice stink bug, also known as the stink bug in the countryside, has a scent gland on the ventral side of its thorax, and if you touch it with your hand, it smells like gasoline.
Mix this smell in water and add some yellow paint to make it look like gasoline.
The reference is fireflies. When he was a child, his family was poor, so he caught fireflies and put them in glass bottles, which could be used for lighting.
"Qianqian must be taught a lesson!" Brother Qi, who returned alone, had a dark face.
Facts proved that Brother Qi was not bragging. In the next few days, classmate Qianqian was played around by Brother Qi and was almost too embarrassed to live as a human being.
The culprit is heather.
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