The warehouse is very large, about 6 meters high, but it is dilapidated, it looks like it is divided into several areas with color steel plates, but the smell is very pungent, Wang Zhibin can't describe the feeling, but intuitively, they definitely can't stay here for long. Under the illumination of the headlamp, he saw rows of shelves piled up with brand new quilts, mattresses, fans, hardware, and curtain fabrics, which obscured the distant vision, but the blue smoke was faintly seen in the air.

At this time, the rest of the fighters of the squadron had arrived at the side gate, and Wang Zhibin withdrew and entered again with the two fighters wearing air pagers.

Through the mask, his vision became more unclear in the dark, and he could only hear his own breathing, but the room temperature was obviously a little higher than when he came in just now, Wang Zhibin shuttled between the shelves, desperate to find the location of the fire.

Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound from the area of the next shelf, like something falling to the ground, although the sound was not very loud, but it was clearly heard in the quiet warehouse. Wang Zhibin and the two soldiers followed the sound to the warehouse next door, but they saw a little light flickering on the ground, swaying slightly from side to side.

"What the hell?" Wang Zhibin muttered.

At this point, the pungent smell seeped through his mask, like the smell of burnt plastic mixed with rotting dead fish and shrimp, and the smoke in front of him began to thicken, making people feel stuffy and nauseous. He quickened his pace, and when he got closer, his scalp was numb.

In the smoke, a man climbed on the ground next to the shelf, and an old-fashioned silver tin flashlight was scattered not far away.

Wang Zhibin immediately stepped forward with an arrow, wanting to help up the man on the ground.

But as soon as he lifted the man, he found that his mobile phone was pressed under him.

Wang Zhibin suddenly realized that this person might be the gatekeeper who called the police.

The soldier next to him picked up the flashlight, only to find that the outer edge of the tin torch had been smashed in. The warehouse is a concrete floor, with some potholes, presumably the flashlight fell from somewhere just now, and it shook a few times.

The man was in his 50s, thin and weak, and seemed to have lost consciousness by inhaling too much toxic fumes, and was wearing a thick military coat, which was useless no matter how Wang Zhibin slapped him, and he was wearing only a cotton slipper on his feet, and the other was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Zhibin called a soldier to join him and helped the man's limp body up, while the other person used the walkie-talkie to notify the squad leader Marriott to come and answer.

Just as Wang Zhibin was helping people out in a dark and smoke-filled environment, there was a sudden "bang" behind him. In an instant, the dark warehouse was lit up, like a firework blooming, making a "squeaking" sound, which was particularly terrifying in the empty and confined space, and Wang Zhibin and the soldiers were frightened. He handed the man over to the warrior and walked back slowly.

On the shelves in the back, he used the headlamp to find that an old small meter box on the wall was still bubbling with a little flame, but the door had been blown open, and through the mask, Wang Zhibin could smell the scorching smell, which instantly covered up the pungent smell when he just entered the door.

Is this a short circuit caused by the increase in temperature? Wang Zhibin was even more puzzled. Why did the meter box at the good end suddenly blow up?

Could it be that the wiring buried inside the wall was short-circuited and affected the meter box? He took a headlamp and shone it, and there was no sign of blackened fire on the surrounding walls.

Wang Zhibin felt that the pungent smell of the first entrance was not the same thing as the burnt smell of the rubber, and the smell was more like the smell of rotten aquatic products or burnt plastic products.

The charred plastic still makes sense, but how can there be aquatic products? Could it be that there is seafood here? Wang Zhibin was even more puzzled in his mind.

He continued to walk inside, but the passage suddenly became narrower and the temperature rose rapidly, and waves of heat hit his mask, and the pale blue smoke grew bigger and bigger, drifting towards the roof, and he wondered if the janitor had just passed by here.

With the area just entered the door non-stop, this place is being renovated, there is a strong smell of paint, a lot of goods are tied with woven bags, covered with cloth, one by one stacked on the side of the road, three layers inside and three layers outside, the base is more than one person high, and only a small passage is left in the middle.

Wang Zhibin felt bad, the smoke was getting bigger and bigger, he judged that it might be that the goods were smoldering and catching fire, but the smoke in the sky, such a large space, as if there was a fire on all sides, which package of goods it was, he couldn't judge it himself, plus the strong smell of paint, although through the mask, he was uncomfortably hot, his chest was stuffy, his head was a little dizzy, and he couldn't continue to go inside.

Wang Zhibin prepared to return the same way and call for reinforcements.

Suddenly, there was a "hissing" sound behind him like a gas leak, and out of curiosity, he turned his head to look back.

In an instant, there was a muffled sound of "boom", and a burst of flames about 3 meters high suddenly erupted from the middle of the goods stacked not far away. With a huge foggy black-brown smoke rushing towards the roof, it was like placing a giant salute flower in front of it. Suddenly, the entire warehouse was illuminated red.

Wang Zhibin had a "buzz" in his head, and before he could react, he was immediately taken two steps back by a huge release of energy, and fell to the ground, his ears as if he had been suddenly nailed into a mass of things, making a buzzing echo.

He lay on the ground, his mind was dizzy, and he immediately felt that he had been wrapped in a heat wave, the temperature in the room suddenly rose, and there was a hot burning sensation on his face through the mask. Without much contempt, he immediately crawled quickly on the ground.

Wang Zhibin immediately judged that this eighty percent was encountered. This warehouse is like a high-pressure closed warehouse, with a small window and poor heat dissipation. However, due to the large area and high ceiling, the indoor goods will not immediately release huge energy when burning, but only slowly smoldering in the corner, relying on a small stream of air to maintain combustion, and the transmission rate of heat radiation is not very fast, so the flame transpiration is not visible. But when people pushed the door into the warehouse, a large amount of air entered, which was fully mixed with combustibles, which accelerated the speed of combustion and the absorption of radiant heat, and there was no heat dissipation outlet. When the energy gathers at a certain moment, it will inevitably be released in the form of a bang.

"Bang bang", several paint cans exploded under the action of high temperatures, flying several meters high. One of them, with a flame of fire, smashed on the cargo package above him, instantly igniting the woven bag.

"When. Something bounced over and smashed on the helmet on the back of his head, making a crisp sound, and Wang Zhibin felt like his head had been hit hard again. Instinctively, he held his helmet with his hands.

The flames were like a scythe-holding grim reaper, stumbling and stumbling towards him, and his back began to burn in his heavy combat uniform, and then he quickly got up and ran out with a plop.

Suddenly, the flames rushed to the roof, and Marriott and two fighters lifted the unconscious janitor out. He heard the "bang" popping sound in the warehouse, and then saw the sudden light in the depths of the warehouse, and he realized that something was wrong, and Wang Zhibin was still inside. He hurried back to the warehouse and shouted, "Team King, Team King."

At the same time, the other fighters were preparing to put out the open flames with their laid hoses.

In the depths of the warehouse, there was a loud sound of tin cans popping. Marriott saw Wang Zhibin stumbling out from behind the shelves, his firefighting suit covered with dust and stains, and he made a push-and-shove gesture with his hands as he ran.

Without waiting for Marriott to react, Wang Zhibin held his hand and dragged him out stiffly.

Seeing that the soldiers were preparing to put out the fire, Wang Zhibin was so anxious that he took off his mask, panting and shouting: "The paint bucket is burning, all go back." ”

Just finished saying this.

"Boom". The flames in the depths of the warehouse encountered a large amount of air, and in an instant, they rushed from the inside of the warehouse to the direction of the side door, illuminating the inside of the warehouse, igniting more goods, and the flames flew like they wanted to eat people.

Everyone picked up the hose and quickly evacuated.

"Report to the detachment, a fire broke out in the warehouse on the basement floor of the department store on Huancheng Road, the fire was violent, there was a deflagration, and there were more combustibles, my squadron rescued 1 trapped person in advance, who had lost consciousness and asked for reinforcements. On a cold winter night, Deputy Squadron Leader Wang Zhibin was sweating profusely, wearing a gray combat uniform, panting and leaning against the fire truck, reporting with a walkie-talkie.

Fryer up.