Originally, he wanted to escape from the imperial capital immediately, but the temple didn't know what it smelled of, and he strictly checked it at various checkpoints.

Coupled with the fact that the last batch of goods had not yet been produced, he had to hide in this small and dirty place for the sake of the overall situation, enduring the unpleasant smell in the air that could not be dissipated all the time.

Originally the Blazer family's underground factory, it has been converted into a contraband, not a finished dynamite, but one of the most important raw materials.

It can be used as explosives when necessary, but it is not stable enough and not so easy to control.

Originally, he was not satisfied with the location, because it was too close to the imperial capital, too close to the temple.

But after seven years of working with the Blazer family, he found that it was safer than the seemingly remote places, perhaps because of the darkness under the lights.

Not only has this underground factory never been discovered, but even if some clues are revealed, it will be easily dealt with by the snake-like Blazer family.

Originally, he also wanted to put the factory in a camp like Moody's, but in his bones, he didn't trust the half-blood bastards either.

If they learn the secret, then I am afraid that there will be no peace.

Or are these merchant families better controlled, as long as he throws some small bait, they will rush to pounce, greedy and stupid.

This time he helped Dekker frame Philip, which came from his plan, not only to avenge the destruction of the White Eagle back then, but also to implicate the entire Gaokan City family by the way.

That might give you the opportunity to dye the closed area of the Compass, and the sons and grandsons of the Blazer family happen to be the most suitable replacements.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to use two of his daughter's killers who had been hiding in the imperial capital for many years, and there were several hidden lines buried behind him.

But who knows, I don't know whether to complain about the cunning of that little ghost, or if it was too lucky, the trap that was originally so perfect fell short at the last moment and suffered heavy losses.

This unexpected capsizing also sounded the alarm bell for him, as if this time his hand was too long, against the will of the adult.

He just wanted to send the last shipment away quickly, and then personally plead guilty to the adult, presumably for the sake of his daughter's face, and he would not be punished too severely.

As for the Pitt father and son and the Blazer family, whether they live or die depends entirely on the meaning of the adult.

Taylor didn't expect that Daguang was sitting across from him with some kind of idea.

He has been very unhappy lately, and in order to rush work, he did not even attend Philip's trial.

The plan that he thought was foolproof was reversed, which made Wade panic, and he never dared to return to the imperial capital recently, hiding in this invisible underground with Battier.

He didn't dare to imagine how miserable his life would be without his father, the greatest protector.

Count on that old vampire of the Blazers, ridiculous.

Not to mention the weak family affection and the contempt that has been there since childhood, that old guy is also difficult to protect himself now.

Those who he has bullied, those he has occupied, will find a chance to return it to him.

In the future, he will no longer be the omnipotent and arrogant and domineering gentleman in Hongshan District, but a gray squirrel that everyone shouts and beats, and he can't see the light of day, just like at this moment.

He hated Philip, hated the Blazer family, and even hated Battier in front of him, and the second emperor Sun Osborne, who quickly severed ties with him.

He hates everyone.

Hmph, do you really have a relationship, but the money has really left a record, and every single one of it is clearly hidden, hidden in a safe somewhere in the corner of this underground workshop.

The two of them sat there drinking tea with their own thoughts, completely unaware that the light and dark checkpoints they had left on the ground had been uprooted at this moment.

In the ventilation duct above their heads, a little guy also got in, and gave them the most dangerous thing as a gift.

With a dull explosion, the entire underground workshop trembled, and many places had begun to collapse, and the pipes and various sealed containers were broken and broken, leaking out the chemical solution inside.

Everyone was shouting frantically and running in the direction of the exit, including Battier and Wade.

No matter what caused the explosion, they knew what terrible results would be caused by the leakage of raw materials, so they reacted faster than anyone else, and ran more anxiously than anyone else.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried to turn the lever at the exit, nothing happened to the heavy door, which made Battier and Wade realize that the outside had been sealed.

More and more workers arrived, blocking the front door, and many more were buried under the dirt and pipes before they could get out of the workshop.

The yellow-brown solution turned into a gelatinous gas that spread at an unhurried pace, drowning those who were still trapped in place and wailing, and there was silence as a burst of screams and curses rang out.

The people blocking the doorway were pushing, shouting, and orderly, even the usually dignified overseers and technicians were no exception, and everyone had a frightened face.

Battier grabbed Wade and asked in a low voice, "Take me to the secret passage and don't attract their attention." ”

Wade naturally knew the severity, and dodged into a room, locked the door firmly from the inside, and was indifferent to how a few cronies outside shouted.

The secret passage is very small, and can only accommodate two or three people at most, and if it is discovered by angry workers, no one can get out of it.

I saw him open the fence outside a ventilation duct, and get into it on his stomach, and as long as he crawled in it for a few minutes, he could follow an upward ladder and return to the sun.

There are two similar secret passages, which are located in the front, middle and back parts of the entire underground workshop, which shows how rigorous the original design was.

There was already a sound of slamming the door behind them, it was those unwilling subordinates, and the two of them accelerated their crawling speed.

The ventilation duct is very narrow, and Wade's figure is barely enough, not to mention the tall and strong Battier, who can only squirm sideways in it like a maggot, following Wade in front.

The ventilation ducts were dirty, and the dirt that had accumulated over the years had rubbed against Battier's face and the corners of his mouth, cobwebs, mouse and bird droppings, and the dirt left behind by chemical mist.

But Battier, who had always had a habit of cleanliness, didn't even change his face at all, but crawled with difficulty, and the voices behind him were getting louder and louder, leaving them with little time.

I just don't know if it's his delusion, it feels like it's getting hotter and hotter, as if in a huge melting pot, and the two of them are like two chicken legs in the oven.

The sweat running from the door of the head mixed with the dirt made the two of them even more embarrassed.

Suddenly, Wade in front let out a frightened cry and stopped moving.

Battier chuckled in his heart and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Wade's voice sounded like he was crying, and he shouted loudly: "Fire, there's fire ahead, can't get over." ”

Sure enough, Battier looked through the gap and saw a sea of fire in the ventilation duct in front of him, and a heat wave was blowing in his face.

It seems that there is a corner ahead, and it is from where the fire shines from.

Battier rubbed his eyes, as if he had an illusion in front of him, for he noticed that the fire, like liquid, flowed in this direction after turning the corner, and at a very fast speed.

Along with it, in addition to the billowing heatwave, there was also a choking smoke.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Both of them coughed violently, and they couldn't stop.

"It's a fire oil mixed with phosphorus. Battier was a little more experienced, and immediately recognized the source of the smell.

"Go back, go back, we can't get out, the road is blocked. ”

Wade let out a heart-rending cry as he watched the fiery snake get closer and closer to him, and even a strand of hair was already scorched.

But at this moment, there was a muffled noise behind him, and the door of the back room was smashed open by the angry workers, and everyone scrambled to the only exit.

The front road was broken and the back road was blocked, Battier deserved to be a generation of heroes, and quickly sorted out the situation in front of him.

He glanced at the dazzling fiery serpent and moved backwards into another ventilation duct.

Wade followed Battier closely, but he felt the smoke in the air getting heavier, and even though he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, he couldn't stop it from burrowing into his eyes, ears, and even skin.

The intense burning and suffocating sensation came, causing Wade to let out a miserable howl, his hands clutching his neck, his face flushed, and his whole body struggled frantically, even forgetting to escape.

The yellow-green fiery serpent finally caught up with him, slowly crawling up his body and engulfing him.

Wade's terrible howl echoed through the narrow ventilation ducts, and gradually fell silent, and his sturdy body curled up under the bite of the fiery serpent, becoming smaller and smaller until it became an indiscernible piece of charcoal.

But it was precisely because of his obstruction that Battier escaped temporarily.

He swung his big legs, kicked off the grid beneath him, and slipped into another room.

It's a warehouse with a lot of finished products stacked neatly stacked and waiting to be shipped.

If it had been ten minutes ago, Battier would have been very relieved to see this scene, but now it only frightened him.

He could even imagine what a terrible spectacle it would be if a spark fell on these cargoes, even if it burned through the oiled paper on the surface.

As if to test his thoughts, before he could leave the warehouse, yellow-green fiery snakes dripped down the vents he had left behind.

At first a drop or two, then a spectacular waterfall of fire poured over a man-high pile of goods.

At the same time, it also illuminates Battier's big face covered with dirt and horror.

In the warm autumn sunshine, the entire imperial capital was enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea, or chatting with colleagues and neighbors about the economic politics of the empire or gossiping news, as it had been every afternoon for countless years.