The two looked at each other, and the militia surnamed Qi asked suspiciously, "What do you want to do?" ”

It is said that some organizations have shown videos of bombs made from liquefied gas canisters on the Internet, has this kid seen it? But is it too late to cram?

He Jun hurriedly said: "It's too late to explain, just take it out and put it in the corridor, I'll come right away!" ”

The two also understood that now was not the time to ask more, so they agreed and went upstairs.

He Jun waited for a while, and listened to the sound of the eighth floor, so he ran up to the eighth floor as fast as he could, took the gas canister and said: "Give me the key to the eighth floor, you immediately retreat to the rooftop, all the windows on the road are closed, remember, it must be closed, the rooftop door must also be closed, everyone stay away from the door, understand?" ”

He Jun's tone was a little impatient, but neither of them had any objections, and took the initiative to repeat He Jun's words, He Jun made sure that there was nothing missing, so he urged the two to hurry up and leave.

The two probably guessed He Jun's thoughts, and the militia surnamed Qi glanced at He Jun deeply: "Be careful!" ”

He Jun nodded heavily: "Don't worry, I haven't lived enough." ”

The two militiamen strode up the stairs and disappeared around the corner.

He Jun first used the key to open the security door of 802, rushed into 802 like a fly, didn't care if he would be discovered by the devil, and opened all the windows of 802 again as quickly as possible, spread out the quilt on the bed in the small bedroom three times and two times, and buckled half a bucket of drinking water upside down on the quilt, allowing the water to flow out of the quilt to wet it.

He was just about to run out, but he suddenly stopped, hesitated, put the rifle behind the door of the small bedroom, and untied the bullet pouch on his body and put it together with the gun.

After doing all this, He Jun unzipped his shirt, exposed the pistol at his waist, adjusted the pistol to the most comfortable position, and then rushed back to the corridor like a fly.

Seeing that the devils did not attack. He Jun let out a long breath, listened intently but couldn't hear the movement upstairs, rolled his hands out of his ears, and tried his best to collect the sounds upstairs. Only then did I hear faint footsteps.

Patiently waiting for the footsteps to fade away, the faint sound of the door closing into his ears, he lowered his hand and took a deep breath.

However, instead of relaxing, he became more and more nervous, and he had to take a deep breath again. After several deep breaths in a row, it still had no effect, and the smoke choked and the lungs were clogged.

He Jun gritted his teeth and told himself to be calm, he must be calm, and he must not be nervous, but in this case, how could he not be nervous?

There was no more time for him to adjust, He Jun gritted his teeth, dragged the two tanks of liquefied gas to the staircase one by one, rushed out of the gas valve, and twisted the valve on the liquefied gas tank with both hands.

The liquefied gas in the cylinder is rapidly vaporized. Sizzling from the mouth of the air valve, a peculiar smell of liquefied gas filled He Jun's nasal cavity.

He subconsciously held his breath, twisted his hands faster, only twisted twice and didn't dare to delay any longer, twisted around and rushed into 802 as fast as possible, closed the security door fiercely, twisted the lock to lock the door tightly, and then rushed into the small bedroom, dragged the half-wet quilt on the bed and covered his body, shrunk into a ball and hid behind the door. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

But He Jun immediately closed his mouth and tightly blocked his ears with his hands.

However, he nervously swallowed his saliva, which shrank into a ball and caused his lungs to compress, causing shortness of breath and rapid heartbeat. Breathing through your nose is simply not enough, so quickly change the method, loosen your ears and open your mouth wide.

Maintaining this ridiculous posture, a thought suddenly popped into him: how much liquefied gas should be in two full liquefied gas tanks?

He Jun knows that the main component of liquefied gas is not carbon monoxide, but a mixture of various combustible gases. The specific gravity of such a gas should be heavier than air, right? Then the liquefied gas that spews out the cylinder should flow downward, right?

So, what is the flow rate of liquefied gas after vaporization?

For a moment, all thoughts flashed through his mind, and just as he was thinking about whether his plan would succeed, there was an earth-shattering explosion outside the window, mixed with the crisp sound of shattering glass.

He Jun only felt that the sky was shaking, and his ears were almost deaf, and when his surroundings stabilized, he heard the sound of glass falling to the ground and shattering.

He let out a long sigh of relief, lifted the wet quilt, sat on the ground with his legs wide apart, looked at the window with all the glass shattered, and grinned, and the chuckle turned into a laugh in the blink of an eye, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He Jun was relieved, but the militia who withdrew to the rooftop blew up the nest.

The gangster trio rushed to the door regardless of it, pulled open the door and tried to rush in, but they were almost swept away by the smoke and scorching airwaves, and rushed in at this time, and before they could reach the eighth floor, they had to turn into roast pigs.

Qiang Lei in Building 13 also heard the explosion, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he roared hoarsely on the radio: "North Building, North Building, please reply when you hear it, please reply when you hear it, He Jun, you bastard are talking......

"You're a fucking bastard!" He Jun was angry and scolded-for-tat.

Qiang Lei's heart, which almost jumped out of his throat, fell back into his stomach: "What the fuck are you doing?" Scared the hell out of me! In a hurry, his mouth was almost crooked.

"It's okay, it's okay." He Jun laughed proudly, "I avenged Xiaolu, I took revenge, you know?" The little devil of the dog day, the eighth generation of my goddamn ancestor! ”

He Jun's crazy and incoherent words, anyone who heard it was confused, worried about whether he had a nervous problem, but Qiang Lei was completely relieved.

If such a serious explosion was caused by devils, and the people guarding the north building did not know how many casualties they had, and it was caused by their own people, even if they had some casualties, they would not exceed the scope of bearing.

Besides, He Jun can hear a little clue in and out of his words.

"What the hell did you do?" Qiang Lei asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just to teach the devil a lesson, put a clay cloud bomb." He Jun couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

Who said you can't kill a little devil without heavy weapons? With just a few decades of knowledge in his head, he can make the devil unable to eat and walk around!

His plan was not complicated at all, and when he was in junior high school, he knew that the most powerful conventional weapon in the world was the daisy cutter, which can be called a "small atomic bomb".

This thing is a super-large cloud burst bomb, and in order to find out what the cloud burst bomb is, he also deliberately looked it up on the Internet for half an hour. Since then, he has firmly remembered what is called the gas explosion limit, and also understood the danger of flammable gas leakage. (To be continued.) )