Chapter 8: Let the Bullets Fly

"Well, I have a solution now, and that is to find a combustible material to put next to those two gas canisters."

As he spoke, Zhuang Yan pointed to a tanker truck not far behind him, and asked the uncle, "Uncle, that tanker should be filled with oil." โ€

The uncle looked back at the tanker not far behind him and nodded.

"That's right, that car is a tanker truck that was parked here not long ago, and those oil thieves came to steal the oil in it, and there should be a lot of oil in it now."

"That's good, I have a lighter in my bag now, as long as we tie that lighter to that tanker, and then drive the tanker truck next to the poison tanker, and then I activate the lighter from a distance, then the tanker will explode, and the flames from the explosion can burn all the chlorinated hydrocarbons."

Well, the method is a good way. But why does this kid still carry some lighter, it's too coincidental! Forget it, the most important thing now is to eliminate this poisonous gas first, this kid seems to be quite reliable, just do what he says.

"Okay, just do as you say"

At this time, the poisonous gas leaking from the tanker had already shrouded the vicinity of the tanker, and the surroundings had become foggy, and it was impossible to see what was going on.

But fortunately, the wind direction is not where Zhuang Yan and Uncle are standing, but in the opposite direction, and it is still safe for the time being. However, it is necessary to solve it as soon as possible, otherwise this place will be shrouded in poison gas sooner or later.

The two of them quickly ran to the tanker truck not far away, the tanker truck was stuck on the railroad track by the brakes, as long as the brakes were turned on, and then the tanker truck would move in the direction of low terrain, just in the direction where the gas tank was located was the direction of the lower terrain. So just release the brakes, and then drive the tanker truck to the vicinity of the poison tank, and detonate it.

I have to say, your uncle is still your uncle. Zhuang Yan didn't know anything about this old-fashioned brake device, but fortunately, the uncle couldn't stand his clumsy appearance, so he jumped into the car and prepared to release the brakes.

Zhuang Yan staggered into the car, and dug out the simple lighter and remote control he had made from his huge backpack.

"Can you do this? Don't go wrong anymore. โ€

Uncle really thinks this is too unreliable.

"No problem, this is also the safest method, if it really doesn't work, let's think of another way!"

"Okay, what's next?"

"Uncle, open the gasoline tank first and let the gasoline flow."

"Good"

I saw that the uncle stretched out his hand and opened a lid under the gasoline can, and yellow gasoline flowed out of the can. A pungent smell of gasoline instantly permeated.

I saw the gasoline dripping from the car, forming a small puddle of gasoline on the ground.

Then Zhuang Yan took the ignition device he made and put it under the mouth where the gasoline flowed, so that the two wires were very close to the gasoline.

Then he pulled a rope out of his pocket and tied the device securely.

Everything is ready to go.

"Okay? Okay, then I'll release the brakes. โ€

"That's it!" Zhuang Yan said and jumped out of the car.

Then I saw the uncle pull the brakes, and then quickly jumped out of the car.

The tanker began to move slowly forward from the tracks, and then it got faster and faster.

Then after a while, there was a bang, and the tanker truck and the gas tank collided.

Seeing that there was no reaction, Zhuang Yan hurriedly called the uncle to hide behind a slope. When he was ready, he pressed the remote control in his hand.

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But nothing happened.

The two took a closer look, and saw that a flat ground not far from the two cars was on fire, and the fuel tanker was not ignited, let alone the poison gas, but the ignition device was burning there alone.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, there was no problem with the ignition device, but the problem obviously appeared in the fixation, it should not be fixed firmly, resulting in the ignition device flying out when the tanker truck and the gas tank collided, so that the poison gas was not ignited.

"Ahh Now what do we do. The vicinity of this tanker truck has been shrouded in poison gas, and we can't get in at all! โ€

The uncle looked at the tanker truck shrouded in white poison gas not far away, and was already anxiously turning in place.

Zhuang Yan glanced at the gun in his uncle's hand, and he decided to use his own backup plan.

"Uncle, can you still use the gun in your hand?"

Uncle seemed to have thought of something at this time. He looked down at the gun in his hand.

"You want to! Use it to go..."

"That's right, just use this gun to try it and see if you can order a fuel tanker."

"It's too dangerous, you're still a learned person at such a young age. I'm old and useless, so let me go! โ€

The uncle said this firmly, but the hand that was already holding the gun with a little whitish still showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

He knew that although the gun in his hand could ignite the gasoline on the tanker, it was obvious that the range of the gun was not enough, and if he wanted to hit, he had to enter the gas zone, which was undoubtedly a gamble with death.

"I'd better go! Uncle, you see that the sealed suit in my backpack can isolate poison gas, this is specially installed when I came out, you just let me go. โ€

Zhuang Yan said as he took the dry wetsuit from his backpack and prepared to put it on his body.

The uncle saw that he had no choice, so he had to help Zhuang Yan get dressed, put on a helmet and gloves, and hang up the oxygen cylinder. Then I saw the uncle show Zhuang Yan how to operate the rifle, and then let Zhuang Yan try it.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yan was looking for a very thin glove, otherwise he would not have been able to operate the rifle smoothly.

After everything was ready, Zhuang Yan took the gun and began to sway in the direction of the fuel tanker.

I have to say that this diving suit is really not suitable for wearing on land, and after a while, Zhuang Yan's whole body was already stuffy out of the water. However, the task was about to be completed, and Zhuang Yan felt that he could still bear it.

There is a poison gas area in front, although he is wearing a diving suit, and the poison gas cannot penetrate it, but for the sake of insurance, Zhuang Yan still tries to lower his body as much as possible and slowly moves forward.

Because chlorinated hydrocarbons are less dense than air, the underside of the gas zone is relatively safe.

After about 10 minutes, the distance was finally about the same. Zhuang Yan climbed down, and now the glass in front of his helmet had been blurred a little by the water vapor emitted from his body. But he still saw very clearly that there was a tanker truck and two poison gas canisters about two or three hundred meters in front of him.

Although this distance is already very dangerous, there is a high chance that a gasoline and poison gas explosion will injure oneself. But Zhuang Yan has his own certainty.

"Xiaobai, when the explosion just happens, is my mission completed, and I can go back immediately?"

"That's right, master (เน‘><เน‘), I can send you back the moment the explosion happens."

"That's good."

At this time, the uncle outside was looking directly at the figure of Zhuang Yan faintly visible in front of him.

"Alright, alright. It's close enough. It's time to shoot. โ€

Zhuang Yan picked up the gun, aimed at the arguably big target in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

Bang, a gunshot. The bullet was fired.