I had no ti to care for him.
The flas were exceptionally fierce, with the high-energy release from the oil fueling the fire, and the rising black smoke obscured the line of sight.
Moreover, through the black smoke, Fang Huai actually saw several figures in camouflage uniforms flitting about on the second floor.
Sothing was amiss.
Actually, Fang Huai could have quickly charged up there to catch them, since the oil fire was only burning in so areas at the mont, and the warehouse was so large that the gasoline prepared by Hu Peizhou wasn’t enough to engulf it entirely. A re dash of seven or eight steps would have taken him out of the oil-covered area.
But Fang Huai and his group were solving a puzzle, they could only play by the rules, and he was indeed taking it very seriously.
The first step, crossing the passageway covered with the burning oil, took about two minutes.
Once through, the entire space started to beco clear.
It turned out to be a factory area; the equipnt had already been completely dismantled, leaving behind only so traces. The ceiling of the shed was very high, at least ten ters up, with several rooms on the second floor.
Hu Peizhou still wasn’t able to stir up sothing big, was he?
Fang Huai chuckled to himself.
But the laughter ca too soon.
Just as they exited the fire area, they saw the sa few people suddenly running down from upstairs, with the last one holding a wooden stick and shouting:
"Fire! Fire!"
At the corner of the second-floor corridor, the person with the wooden stick blatantly took out a lighter under their watchful eyes and lit the stick.
The stick seed to be soaked in oil; it burst into flas, scorching the person’s hand and causing the stick to drop to the ground.
The evacuating people all froze on the spot.
Then, that person quickly picked up the stick and threw it into the deeper corridor.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A long trail of fire, following the direction of the gasoline, quickly rose up on the entire second floor.
As if revived, the group started descending the stairs again, sprinting towards them.
"Fire! Fire!"
The four who had co in were all stunned.
Are you freaking kidding ? You’re quite economical with the fuel! Waiting for us to co in before lighting it, is that okay with you?
Using gasoline to start a fire creates a fierce blaze, but because it burns too fiercely, the fire also dies down quickly. Hence, igniting it the mont they entered would achieve maximum difficulty for fire suppression.
"The fire has spread! There are chemical products inside! Toxic! Hurry up and put out the fire!"
A few culprit NPCs shouted these reminders for the exam question, jumping down from a platform over a ter high next to them, and rushed out of the factory building.
Heh, re child’s play.
Everyone present thought so.
This kind of exercise could only go to this extent. They probably used such a large, open factory area because they also feared that the fire could get out of control if it spread.
"First up to the second floor on the left, remove the potassium cyanide! Rember, this substance cannot co into contact with water, especially steam!"
Fang Huai spoke, and the others quickly replied:
"Okay! What does it look like?"
"White crystalline powder! There should be indications, they wouldn’t use the real thing! But don’t touch it with your bare hands! Real potassium cyanide, if you get it on you, will cause major trouble!"
"Alright! Let’s go!"
The group was just about to head for the second-floor stairs.
"Boom!!"
In a room on the second floor to the right, a violent explosion sounded, and suddenly a burst of fire surged out, twisting the flas that were already on the corridor.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The fire continued to make roaring sounds as it fiercely shot outward.
A large amount of dust fell from above their heads.
All four of them were sowhat stunned.
Number 20 even let out a loud shout, "Shit! Are they playing for real?!"
Fang Huai saw the dust and felt the real danger, quickly pulling Number 20 by the arm.
"Watch out above, move fast!"
"Damn, there’s not going to be an explosion in the stairwell, is there?"
"Shouldn’t be! The trithyl borate on that side is liquid. Under high temperature, its vapors mixing with air could potentially cause an explosion, but potassium cyanide is solid. It won’t explode; it’ll only release toxic gas! Now they’re setting traps everywhere, and we must quickly and decisively remove so critical threats to stand a chance at breaking through!
Potassium cyanide reacts with water vapor to release a large amount of toxicity! And it can cause significant ecological problems!
So until we resolve this issue, we can’t recklessly use water.
Trithyl borate is flammable and explosive at high temperatures, and inhalation is harmful to the body as well!
The combustion of heavy oil produces extrely high temperatures! We must resolve the toxic materials as quickly as possible, allowing the fire attack team to enter the heavy oil area to extinguish the fire! Outside they must be timing us – once the ti is up, this warehouse will be turned to ashes by the fire and explosions!"
As Fang Huai was speaking, they had already reached the second floor.
The fire in the corridor completely blocked their way.
And the room where the potassium cyanide was placed was right in the middle of the fire path.
The potassium cyanide was surely fake, but the fire was real.
If they in their protective suits went to face the open flas, those under the suits would likely suffer greatly.
Moreover, if the protective suits were burnt through and they ca into contact with the cyanide, it would definitely be considered a failure.
Fortunately, they were prepared.
"Fla Retardant Blanket!"
With a loud shout from Fang Huai, the four of them set down their backpacks and took out the still-sealed fla-retardant aluminum blankets.
They were large and new.
It wasn’t clear which squadron from Daxing Firefighting ca to assist, but many pieces of new, sealed equipnt on their truck were taken down and opened by them, including two sets of protective suits and a fire-fighting suit, with the delivery dates on the oil-paper packaging marked as ’07, indicating newly issued gear.
Now they still had to wear the brand-new protective suits and face the test of open flas, wondering whether their squadron leaders would curse them out when they got back.
Four little orange n, draped in fla retardant blankets, charged in.
The advantage of Level 2 protective suits was their lightness and airtightness, with the air supply fit inside the suits. The downside was they aren’t very heat-insulating and slightly self-heating. Under the high temperature, fog quickly gathered in front of everyone’s visors.
Their visibility wasn’t very clear, and the recent explosion left everyone with trepidation, making them a bit more cautious in their movents.
They were sure that Captain Hu wouldn’t dare to pull any stunts right in front of them, but they truly feared those clumsy logistics personnel could have accidentally left so real explosives here.
It could be said that the logistics soldier who earlier carelessly dropped a fire stick on the ground had significantly raised their vigilance.
On the right side of the second floor were seven or eight doors; they checked each room one by one until eventually, Number 3 stopped in front of one room, wiped his visor, and shouted:
"Here, here! It looks like it’s written on the door, Area Number 3!"
"Can you open the door?"
"Clang, clang." A tentative attempt.
"Can’t open it!"
Fang Huai stepped back and bellowed, "Move aside!"
A forward kick.
"Bang!"
"Cool!" Number 3 exclaid in admiration.
In the room, there were a dozen boxes labeled "Potassium cyanide" with a marker.
Number 20 asked, "Shit, that much? What do we do? Carry them out directly?"
Fang Huai stood with hands on hips and sighed.
These people, really covering the pluck of a two-stringed fiddle—it’s absurd.
Potassium cyanide these days is calculated by the gram; its crystallization and evaporation are quite troubleso, and the raw materials are quite expensive. They are sold in test tubes, a small tube costing several hundred. Are you telling there are dozens of boxes? If there truly were that many, wouldn’t the factory director co rushing in, personally clad in stockings to save them?
"Move it, move! Cover them with fla retardant blankets! Be careful of the oil on the ground! Slippery!"
...
Back and forth, again and again.
With every trip, the protective suits changed color.
The color also beca gradually dull due to the baking heat.
Fortunately, the burning gasoline in the hallway didn’t co across anything flammable, and the fire began to shrink. After several trips, their clothes had not been baked through.
But the support drivers, seeing the new suits discolor, had a look of pain in their eyes that nearly spilled out.
Special combat suits are precious! They’re normally kept in the vehicle, well-maintained. When have they ever been so abused?
Those outside, seeing them co out, wanted to take the boxes. Fang Huai didn’t dare let them touch them and shouted at them to stand back.
After four trips, the boxes were finally completely carried out by several people and placed on an inner patch of open ground.
Once everything was moved, the n were drenched in sweat. During the move, no one dared to use water to cool down, and they even deliberately avoided areas with water, fearing the production of steam.
Only then did Fang Huai walk to the decontamination area at the entrance of the factory area, spread his arms, and let the water stream fiercely wash over the protective suit.
Even through the clothing, the water’s temperature could be felt, and the body’s heat dissipated gradually.
After a while of cooling down.
"Monitoring team! Co and check ! Then inspect the boxes, see if any toxic gases have leaked!"
"Okay!"
After the four were decontaminated, a voice ca from the monitoring area.
"No toxic gases detected!"
Fang Huai then thought about arranging for firefighting.
Who knew Fox would finally speak up loudly, "Hold on!"
All movent stopped.
Fox walked over with a flashlight in hand.
"The four who attacked from the inside, take off your protective suits and co here!"
The four quickly stripped off their suits and assembled, while Fox turned on a purple-light emitting flashlight, scanning over everyone’s body.
Fang Huai couldn’t help but smack his lips.
Damn, I didn’t know about this trick! That box just now definitely had fluorescent powder for tracking!
But he still felt quite confident.
All the way out, he didn’t let anyone touch that box...
"Did you touch the box with your hands?"
Fox’s voice ca suddenly, interrupting his reverie.
Number 11 widened his eyes. "No!"
Fox shook his head, "Think carefully."
No need to think, Fang Huai had already figured it out.
"Number 11, after you took your suit off, did you touch the fla retardant blanket?"
Number 11 was stunned; after a long mont, he stamred, "I... handed it to the monitoring team. This is their equipnt, it should be returned properly!"
Fox showed a smile that caught soone’s fault and waved at the two from monitoring, "You two, co here!"
After a round of checks, Number 27 from the monitoring team also had fluorescent powder on his hands. They had removed their gloves when operating the small buttons on the devices, which were troubleso to press.
"Sacrifice two!" Fox shouted.
At this, the other person from the monitoring team hurriedly put their gloves back on.
Fang Huai felt extrely disappointed.
But a real toxic chemical fire incident is just like this; a single error can cost lives.
This wasn’t even a nuclear leak; otherwise, really entering the scene without knowledge ant almost certain death.
But he turned to see the others were also stunned, so he imdiately clapped his hands and announced:
"He’s a factory director and doesn’t understand science! What sacrifice? If contaminated, go to the hospital for a check-up and treatnt! It’s not certain death! Who’s issuing martyr titles if you declare death on the spot?
Everyone, don’t let this affect your morale!
The toxic alert has been lifted, everyone, imdiately re-enter the warehouse, re-establish a water gun position, and advance into the heavy oil repository to cool it down!"
With that, everyone laughed, imdiately feeling relieved, and began to dismantle the water distributor.
The other command groups also began arranging their forces with a smile:
"One main line will continue to be deployed around the factory area, another for the interior attack!"
Fang Huai’s unique skill was being able to quickly wipe the smiles off everyone’s faces.
Fox’s face fell.
In the distance, Hu Peizhou, with his arms folded, smiled.
This youngster, with such comprehensive abilities, was also talented in firefighting and quick to regulate emotions.
Fang Huai quickly donned his firefighting combat suit again and stood at the entrance to the factory area.
With a hose line set for an interior attack, a dozen combatants holding water guns and extending hoses stood in formation behind him.
Fang Huai glanced back and said:
"Focus on extinguishing the heavy oil fire first! Ensure the temperature inside the entire factory area is brought down before dealing with trithyl borate!
The vapors produced from trithyl borate at high temperatures are still harmful to humans, so everyone, put on your breathing apparatus!
Be cautious! This stuff isn’t likely to be fatally toxic, but there’s soone outside who’s eager to turn you into martyrs!"
"Hahaha, there’s no way he can turn us into martyrs!"
The soldiers laughed heartily behind Fang Huai as they entered the fire scene.
Hu Peizhou checked the ti on his watch, nodded in satisfaction, and walked over to Fox, patting him on the shoulder.
"We’ve achieved our goal. Schedule a hazardous chemicals class tonight, and tomorrow, et with the leadership."
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