Chapter 239: Molotov Cider Vinegar
The Molotov cocktail is a simple yet brutal weapon.
Easy to make, considerable power.
Fill a bottle with flammable substances like alcohol or gasoline, then stuff a gasoline-soaked cloth strip into the bottle mouth, done.
When using it, you light the cloth strip and then throw the Molotov cocktail.
For many young people, Molotov cocktails are not unfamiliar.
They've used them before.
Of course, the usage referred to here is in shooter-type games, not reality.
Before crossing over, when Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran had control of the body, one of his favorite props to use was the Molotov cocktail.
Therefore, in just half an hour, he was essentially picking up his old trade.
He made a large pile of Molotov cocktails. Of course, due to the short time, these Molotov cocktails definitely weren't as good as the ones he made on Earth before crossing over, but they were sufficient.
At this moment, Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran saw that the situation on site was about right.
He took a lighter from his pocket.
Lit the cloth strip of a Molotov cocktail in his hand.
The white cloth strip instantly caught fire, flames igniting, needing to be thrown quickly.
He aimed at Old Dog over there and threw it.
While throwing the Molotov cocktail, Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran felt a wonderful, pleasurable sensation rise in his heart.
He felt as if he had come alive again.
Returned to those happy times on Earth.
As for Old Dog over there.
He was still watching Fang Xiao being besieged by three Kangals.
His lips curled slightly, revealing a smug, cold smile.
"Fang Xiao, ah, Fang Xiao, rest assured, I absolutely will not kill you easily or let you die painlessly. I will torture you slowly."
If he really wanted Fang Xiao's life, Old Dog could just send out all dozen or so dogs by his side at once.
Fang Xiao would undoubtedly die.
But, he didn't do that.
He precisely wanted to torture Fang Xiao slowly.
If he let Fang Xiao die too quickly, the rage in his heart wouldn't dissipate.
Just as he was enjoying Fang Xiao being slowly surrounded and killed by his three Kangals, suddenly dogs beside him started barking loudly.
First one, then several, until finally all the dogs around were barking.
Old Dog hadn't entered Alice Apartment initially;
he ran his own dog farm, playing at dog fighting.
This wasn't something he started in this lifetime either—his family had been doing it for several generations.
Roughly from seven or eight generations above, they began engaging in this industry.
Therefore, by the time it passed to his generation, his dog training skills were absolutely unquestionable.
Four words—superlative mastery—wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe them.
For example, normally his dogs would never bark unnecessarily;
if they barked, something was definitely wrong.
Thus, he immediately became alert and looked toward the direction of the barking.
He saw, in the dark night, a ball of fire flying toward him.
His eyes widened, thinking he was hallucinating—where would flying fire come from in the middle of the night?
But he reacted quickly;
regardless of whether it was a hallucination or not, he started to move backward.
However, he noticed too late;
even if he ran back now, the fire explosion range after the Molotov cocktail landed would still affect him.
Though it probably wouldn't be fatal, of course.
As the saying goes, maintain an army for a thousand days to use it for one morning.
At this moment, one of the dogs beside him suddenly leaped up, attempting to catch the Molotov cocktail with its mouth.
The moment the dog bit the Molotov cocktail, it exploded.
Instantly, explosion and flames surged.
Immediately covering the dog's head and most of its body in flames.
Of course, because of this dog, Old Dog didn't suffer any injury.
By now, Old Dog had retreated to a safe distance, his eyes ready to search for who threw the Molotov cocktail.
But just then, from that direction, more Molotov cocktails continuously flew over.
In the blink of an eye, five fiery trails attacked his area simultaneously.
He immediately started running backward.
Those five Molotov cocktails—some landed near the dogs, others landed directly on the dogs.
Instantly, flames erupted over there.
The fire kept burning.
"Over there! Go bite him to death!"
Old Dog finally spotted Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran, who was throwing the Molotov cocktails.
He ordered his dozen or so dogs to go bite Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran to death.
Meanwhile, he himself, taking two dogs, wildly ran away toward the rear.
From Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran's perspective, about eleven or twelve dogs were charging toward him.
But he wasn't flustered at all, throwing Molotov cocktails with both hands, fast and steady like a machine.
He kept throwing Molotov cocktails, and they seemed as if equipped with automatic targeting.
One after another, they hit those fierce large dogs.
These large dogs hit by the Molotov cocktails all caught fire upon impact, flames continuously consuming their flesh-and-blood bodies.
They tore around and howled incessantly.
Simultaneously rolling left and right on the muddy ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
But unfortunately, Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran gave them no chance.
He kept throwing Molotov cocktails as if they were free.
Thus, the dozen or so large dogs that came to bite Jiang Ran were now all in patches of fire, struggling with the flames.
However, among these dogs there were also exceptional ones;
one black Doberman kept dodging the Molotov cocktails and was only five or six meters away from Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran.
It's just a pity, a dog is just a dog.
It never occurred to it that the closer you get, the higher the probability of being hit?
Just as this black Doberman was three meters away from Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran, it was finally hit by a Molotov cocktail. Instantly, flames erupted all over its body.
It stopped moving, howling and yelping.
In the brief moment it halted, three more bottles landed on it, fueling the fire.
"So satisfying, absolutely exhilarating! I love the feeling of destruction, love seeing these lives devoured by flames!!!!"
Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran was throwing with insane joy, the eerie smile on his face reaching its extreme.
Comparable to an evil god.
After throwing enough, the dozen or so large dogs that could threaten him were no longer a concern.
He put the remaining Molotov cocktails into the large backpack on his back.
Then charged toward Fang Xiao.
Next, he repeated the method, using Molotov cocktails to help Fang Xiao overcome his crisis.
Originally, at this moment, Fang Xiao was really almost killed by the three Kangals.
His body already had many bloody bite wounds.
Bleeding incessantly.
Especially since one currently had its teeth clamped on his large cleaver covered in dog blood;
no matter how the blade cut its mouth, it wouldn't let go.
Seemingly determined.
While the other two were biting at him from two different directions.
Fang Xiao couldn't pull his cleaver free at this moment.
Looking at the current situation, he knew he was going to die.
He had already prepared himself for death.
But then, a flash of orange-red flame suddenly passed through his field of vision.
Immediately after, the Kangal in front of him that was fighting for the large cleaver suddenly caught fire.
Causing that Kangal to instantly release its grip and howl in agony.
Before Fang Xiao could react, he heard two 'thump' sounds.
The two Kangals preparing to bite him from the left and right directions also caught fire.
While Fang Xiao was still bewildered, he saw Smoky Makeup Jiang Ran, carrying a backpack, lighter in left hand, Molotov cocktail in right hand, walking slowly toward him.