acT147: Heavy Damage Plastic** is detonated by remote control, and there is no obvious time interval between the explosion points, so there is no martyrdom after that.

Despite this, the huge yield ** still fulfilled its task perfectly, with a powerful shock wave and blasting force turning everything in the center of the explosion into fly ash from the inside out.

The entrance passage behind the ticket gate was the first to collapse, the old passage was in disrepair, and the top of the wall was not reinforced after several renovations, and the white plaster walls on both sides had subtle cracks very early, and the wall that supported the roof of the waiting hall above the head exposed hollow cobwebs, and the concrete had many peels, and the steel bars and asbestos tiles crisscrossing it were faintly recognizable.

Wu Wentao only sent a signal to the second echelon outside before leading people through the passage, and there was a subtle time difference between the two teams.

Wu Wentao led the team to approach the train, Chu Guangxu rushed to the front of the train first, and the rest of the people followed the rhythm to probe the bottom and roof of the car, with coherent movements without the slightest drag.

It is precisely because of the professional habits and literacy of the field staff that Wu Wentao won such a fleeting chance to escape under the almost certain death situation.

As mentioned earlier, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, Caroline has placed an equal amount of detonators at the bottom of the train in addition to plastic**.

Although both are explosives, the difference is still very large, just talking about the difficulty of investigation, plastic ** is more than one and a half points higher.

In routine explosives inspections, plastic has always been the focus of attention, because this kind of ** can easily evade X-ray security checks, and it is difficult for police dogs without specific olfactory training to detect it.

And thanks to its shape, it can be kneaded at will to make various shapes, and with adhesive materials, it can be placed in extremely hidden parts.

Although Wu Wentao is professional, he is not a humanoid minesweeper after all, although considering that his former partner is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he can't imagine that she will use such extreme violence to deal with the roundabout.

Moreover, even if Wu Wentao did not predict the prophet, he speculated on the trap set by Caroline...... It's useless, the main building of the waiting hall is so big, how to find a deliberately concealed **?

In contrast, the volume of detonator explosives is much larger than that of C4 plastic**, and it is easy to identify, and the explosion power is not as violent as that of C4.

The moment Chu Guangxu rushed into the car, the experienced Lao Maozi field staff also rolled into the bottom of the car, and while Chu Guangxu confirmed 'safety', he used all his strength to shout out the danger signal.

As an initiating material, the detonator does not need to be placed too carefully under normal circumstances, so Lao Maozi pulled it out of the bearing almost the moment he saw the detonator, and threw it on the other side of the grass.

Lao Maozi did not realize the real function of the detonator, he thought that this was just a conventional initiating material, if so, only the initiator only needs to be destroyed, and the detonating cord and squib will naturally not come in handy.

However, Lao Maozi was negligent, and the detonator he threw out of the car was only a double safe, and the main dish was in the carriage separated from him by a steel plate.

A 'safe', a 'dangerous'. Wu Wentao, who was already suspicious, did not hesitate, automatically ignored Chu Guangxu's confirmation safety signal, and burst out at unimaginable speed in an instant, and rushed into the broken wall gap on the other side of the railroad tracks without turning his head back.

Obviously, Wu Wentao was thinking too much. A thunderclap rose from the bottom, and at the same time there was a scorching fire in front of and behind him, and a scorching fire wave that could be discerned by the naked eye rushed into the sky, and in the northeast direction, that is, on the side of the waiting room they passed through, the concrete floor slab with neon boxes erected on top was lifted into the night sky, as light as a piece of paper.

A majestic wave of air burst out from the center of the explosion, destroying all the fragile building materials inside and outside, and swaying away with smoke and dust!

Wu Wentao's mind was blank, and there was no need to look back, the deafening explosion and violent wind had already indicated the situation behind him.

The steam locomotive was discarded like an out-of-gas toy, and while the body was engulfed in flames, more than a dozen carriages cracked and disjointed, were lifted apart by the air waves, and fell heavily on both sides of the railway, turning into piles of burning scrap iron.

The shock wave that swept in anger overturned Wu Wentao, and the broken wall shattered and collapsed at the same time as the violent earthquake, and fell to the ground with a 'boom', burying Wu Wentao, who was overturned by the shock wave, on the spot.

Wu Wentao was smashed to the point that his head was bleeding, but it is undeniable that this 'burial alive' did indeed resist many subsequent fatal injuries for him.

It felt like a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment. Wu Wentao opened his eyes under the gravel rubble, his nose filled with the smell of burnt and dust.

I tried to move my body joints, and one leg was pressed by the collapsed brick wall, so I couldn't move well.

"Caroline..."Wu Wentao's face was covered with blood, mixed with the dust, rendering an embarrassed face.

Muttering the familiar name in his mouth, his regained consciousness began to move, throwing aside the small pieces of masonry that were pressing on his body, and then trying to find a way out of the predicament.

The self-rescue lasted for ten minutes, Wu Wentao remained silent, he was not sure whether Caroline's people would come to harvest the battlefield, if he spoke rashly, he must have only been bullets in exchange.

As for calling for help? He never thought that although he had his back to the train and did not see the scene of the explosion with his own eyes, the intensity of the explosion could be guessed with his toes.

The result was just as he had expected, the team members who had gathered around the train a few minutes earlier had disappeared, or rather, taken on a different form.

Wu Wentao staggered towards the twisted and deformed track with a gun and a sharp weapon of murder, and the locomotive parked on the railroad track was torn apart and blown everywhere, still blazing with flames, like a fireball falling from the sky, scorching the desolate land under his feet.

Not far from him, some human stumps were discarded, not much bloodstained, charred as charcoal, and exuding a burst of flesh fragrance.

Looking around blankly, it was a mess. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds with a shy face, and the silvery moonlight gently spread out, reflecting the ruins all over the ground.

Wu Wentao turned around and walked towards the collapsed pit lane, his smoky face raised, and he looked at the waiting hall where the flames were flying, and his head was full of piercing buzzing.

…… At the crossroads, Song Yao's body shook, helped the overturned carriage to stabilize her body, and turned her face to look at the people with frozen expressions.

"Go and save people." Song Yao took a deep breath, opened her lips lightly, and gave the first order after the explosion.

Without saying much, the dozen or so people who survived got up and carried the unconscious but surviving ones to a much safer store across the street.

The doors and windows of the small shop were shattered, and the ground was full of chaos after the air waves, and a vacant lot was cleared, and a few people of Ming Junwei were placed, leaving Lu Qian and a few young people to take care of them, and the rest of the soldiers were divided into two roads and rushed towards the two explosions.

Luo Yu and Fang Fei ran to the train station, and Song Yao and Ying Doudou ran to the roundabout. Song Jiu doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, as a sister, he is naturally even more anxious, but at this moment, just these few people, do they want to abandon the island?

Of course not. Considering the frenzy of walking corpses caused by the explosion, several people closed the small shop where Lucy was before leaving, and no matter what the road was, the safety of the living was always guaranteed for the time being.

Lu Qian was ordered to take care of himself when he was in danger, and no one knew what he would face next, so he could only rely on the strength that had not disappeared to do everything he could.

I don't know if it's an illusion or a matter of distance, Song Yao felt in her heart that the roundabout should not be wiped out, compared to the earth-shattering noise at the train station, the explosion around the island was much weaker, and there was no gunfire after the explosion, which seemed a little unreasonable.

There was no one around to give advice, so he ran and glanced at the young girl behind him, whose face was solemn, and there was anxiety brewing in his eyes.

The more you hurry, the more obstacles there are, and before you get close to the roundabout, there will be a group of restless corpses in the streets and alleys, these monsters that live on flesh and blood are always like this, pervasive, and ghostly.

Song Yao kept calm, turned around and nodded, plus there were only five people in total, and he wanted to kill a bloody way...... Unrealistic.

"You go back first, we attract the walking corpses." Ying Doudou seemed to hear Song Yao's heart, and suddenly slowed down, and his slender arm carried the Type 95 automatic rifle that did not match it.

Song Yao hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"It may not be too long, and the road behind you is up to you." Ying Doudou's face turned pale, and it could be seen that she must be extremely nervous in her heart, and the three young people couldn't see their expressions, but they obviously followed Ying Doudou's instructions, and were slowing down to check the ammunition, preparing to confront the group of walking corpses that came head-on.

"Take care." Song Yao didn't talk nonsense, and at such a grim moment, she couldn't afford to think about irrelevant things.

Just as he was about to leave from the fork, Ying Doudou in the back screamed, Song Yao turned his head and saw a trace of determination flashing on Ying Doudou's face, and reluctantly let out a light smile, and said, "If Jiao Ziqian is still alive, bring a word to him for me." Song Yao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that his younger brother's subordinate had followed the bus back to the roundabout first, looking at Ying Doudou's flickering eyes, Song Yao's heart moved, and he said softly: "Well, you say." When he said those words in a hurry, Ying Doudou himself didn't seem to have reacted, his lips twitched for a while, he didn't know what he thought, he smiled, and said, "Tell him, don't forget me too soon!" After saying this, the girl's cheeks flew up two red clouds, and several young men rushed towards the oncoming roaring corpses without looking back.

Song Yao repeated it silently, quickened her pace and turned in from the corner of the street, hearing the sudden gunfire behind her, her heart trembled, and the palm holding the knife and gun was drenched with sweat, slippery and cold.

The gunfire that attracts fire has little effect in this chaotic situation tonight, because not only are there walking corpses on the opposite street, but the defense of the roundabout is limited, and the drainage blockade from night to night can only barely protect the safety of the perimeter of the roundabout, after all, the manpower is limited, and the walking corpses, after killing wave after wave, seem to be endless, and it is impossible to complete the eradication.

With her familiarity with the streets of the city, Song Yao retreated whenever she encountered the walking corpses, trying not to confront the corpses head-on, even if she had to take a detour.

The fires around the island are dazzling, and the flames of the train station are reflected in each other, like two lighthouses, guiding people home and attracting the eyes of intruders.

There was not much ammunition for the pistol, and he didn't care about carrying ammunition when he left in a hurry, Song Yao fought and avoided, passing through the alleys, relying on the side effects of the living corpse, completely ignoring the trauma caused by the forced breakthrough, holding his breath, and aiming at the roundabout that was close at hand!

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