Chapter 356 Guard
A deafening explosion came from a hundred meters behind him, and the sound made the entire shipyard tremble.
A violent explosion erupted in the narrow passage. The gushing flames were like an oversized welding torch. The high temperature and heat quickly sucked out all the oxygen in the passage. Matthew fell to his knees, his face flushed into a strange purple-red color, and the sponge in his ear trembled slightly.
Bifang on the side held Matthew's neck tightly, lying on the ground motionless, feeling the hot air whizzing past him.
The audience watched in horror as the air twisted and fluctuated due to the high altitude. At that moment, everyone seemed to have lost their hearing.
On the ground, in the dazzling light of fire, the metal manhole cover was thrown into the air by the shock wave of the explosion. It rose to a height of twenty meters before falling again and embedding heavily into the broken concrete ground.
"What's going on?! What's going on?"
"Someone, someone, someone!"
"Is the army coming?!"
“Help!”
The shouts echoed through the night, and some buildings suddenly lit up, completely breaking the quiet night.
Countless people panicked, deafened by the huge explosion, and bright beams of light and the roar of motorcycles poured in.
"Walk!"
A few minutes later, Bifang picked up the dizzy Matthew, re-entered the passage and ran towards the manhole cover in front of the warehouse door. Along the way, everyone could see that the scene in the sewer was completely different from before.
The walls were burned and cracked, and the mosses and algae climbing on the walls were burned out, leaving only a small part that flashed a dark red light in the darkness.
The stench in the air became stronger, but it was not the smell of hydrogen sulfide, but the smell of evaporated sewage, like dried feces.
"Ugh!"
When he came under the manhole cover, Matthew couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited with a "wow". The high temperature caused by the explosion and the tinnitus all surged up at this moment.
Bifang climbed up the iron ladder and carefully lifted the iron cover. He said without much surprise, "Spit it out. You will feel much better after you spit it out."
Under the starless night sky, a black shadow was leaning against the manhole cover, silently observing everyone in a corner of the road.
Bifang watched as the lights of the motorcycles scattered to every corner of the shipyard like fireflies and then went out. People poured out of the buildings, fleeing and howling.
Just like what Matthew said, these people are indeed half-baked, relying on ruthlessness and black hearts to gain a foothold in the ruins. If they were a trained group of people, they would never look like this at this moment. All passages have been guarded long ago, and people are not allowed to move freely at least until the explosion is investigated!
He glanced around the warehouse.
Most of the dozen or so people who were originally stationed there had already run away, leaving only a few scattered around, some even hesitating in place.
Matthew asked from below: "How is it? Is it useful?"
"Yes! You wait for me here!"
Bifang pushed the manhole cover open, stepped on the iron ladder and jumped out of the well. After carefully closing the manhole cover, he ran forward with his back crouched like a leopard and disappeared into the bushes beside him.
In a building not far away, gang members gathered together and soon someone pushed the door open.
"What's going on? Are they positive or negative? Or are they all fighting?" The gang leader looked nervous. With such a big commotion, he couldn't think of any other situation except the army.
For several months, the gangs have been running rampant throughout the city. Everyone avoids them and they are so arrogant. But when facing a real army, they are like dogs that have lost their homes. No, they are not even dogs, but rats in the sewers that can be burned to ashes by a fire.
"No... no one called." The young man who just ran in panted and opened the door at the same time.
A blazing light shone into the dark hall. It was not sunlight but fire. The fire seemed to be gushing out from the core of the earth, splashing high. Blackened human figures were running in the fire, and huge steel equipment was burning, flipping and falling.
The gang leader's heart twitched and he suddenly picked up the ashtray and threw it forward.
The young man screamed, covered his bleeding forehead and fell to his knees, not understanding why the boss suddenly hit him.
"You said you didn't attack me! If you didn't attack me, did you set the fire?" The gang leader's eyes were bloodshot and his face was terrifying.
The young man fell to the ground, blood gushing from his forehead. He reached out and touched it gently, and it seemed to be dented. He was in so much pain that tears came out. He quickly explained, "It's really not there, Boss. Someone called us and we found it a long time ago. There really is no one. I heard from Sabbas that it might be because the underground natural gas pipeline exploded. Half of the road was blown up. There were also a few people who were using the toilet at the time, and they can't be found now. It seems that they were burned to death."
The gang leader was stunned. He came to the door and looked around, and found that there seemed to be no one there. The reason why it was so messy was entirely because his men were not up to the task.
Not the military.
The gang leader's heart, which had been hanging in the air, was immediately swallowed back into his stomach. It was good that he didn't hit me. It was good that he didn't hit me. He looked at the young man beside him without any other thoughts. He waved his hand and scolded, "Alright, alright, go down and bandage it. You can't even talk."
The young man didn't dare to say anything more and walked out with his head down.
"Wait, is there anything wrong with the goods?"
"No, although it was relatively close, it did not affect that area."
"That's good, hurry up and put out the fire. It's so late and there are still so many things to do."
Looking at his men's receding backs, the gang leader pinched his chin.
“Is there any gas left?”
“It should be biogas.”
"What is that?"
…
In the shadows, a figure lurked carefully, hiding its body behind bushes that had not been trimmed for months, completely concealing itself.
This is the northeast corner of the warehouse. Through the gaps in the bushes, the audience can clearly see the outline of the warehouse.
This is the best position for an assault. Bifang has checked carefully and found that there is only one guard left in this direction and there is a deviation in the perspective. As long as they can defeat the enemy quickly, it will not attract anyone's attention.
Bifang smeared some black ash on his face, casually took off a piece of rag, and then boldly approached the target.
"Hey, stop, don't move! Who are you? "
Almost at the moment when Bifang appeared near the warehouse, the other party discovered Bifang and put his hand close to his waist.
The more chaotic it is, the less room there is for problems.
The guard was well aware of this, so as soon as Bi Fang approached him, he wanted to draw his gun and force him to retreat, but before he could grab the gun handle, a white towel suddenly hit his face.
Are you kidding me? Drop the handkerchief?
A thought of absurdity flashed through the guard's mind, and he subconsciously stretched out his left hand to grab it, but the next second, a hand firmly grasped his wrist!
Immediately, the guard felt a huge force on the left side of his cheek!
