Scar took a pot of gasoline and put it on the ground, and said to the guards: Of course I can do this, but you have to cooperate.

What do you mean?

I want to make a hood and be safer.

Scar took off his undershirt and wrapped it around his head, but his upper body was exposed. The guards and police officers understood, and asked the other three prisoners to take off the white undershirts and blue undershirts on their upper bodies and throw them to Scar, and the scars were wrapped around several times, giving full play to their different uses, covering their upper body and hands, covering their faces, and revealing two round holes, behind which were Scar's deep eyes.

At this moment, the whole thing looks like a very funny monster on Scar's body, white and blue.

The guard looked at him and said, "I don't think the hornet's stinger will sting you."

Scar picked up the pot of gasoline in one hand and touched a lighter in his pants with the other, and when he felt that everything was ready, he told the guards to take the other three shirtless prisoners away, so as not to trigger a wasp and get stung if he couldn't dodge it for a while. Scar watched them walk towards the quarry, and he didn't move until their figures were submerged in the trees.

He was carrying gasoline to climb a tree, when he suddenly heard the shouts of the guards: Remember, burn down the beehive, and quickly rush back to the quarry.

Scar twisted his neck and nodded to the guards on the mountain road about a hundred meters away. But Scar was unhappy in his heart, and muttered to himself: I finished my errand, can't I run away? I don't feel at ease with me, and you want me to do things, it's really.

Scar has climbed the black locust tree, stepping on the first round of side branches, as light as possible, but because of the weight of nearly 70 kilograms, the tree is still trembling slightly, but not so that the wasps in the hive are in a commotion, because the wind is usually blowing, the hive flutters more than the amplitude, and the wasps are adapted, which forms an unguarded illusion for all the members of the wasp family gathered in the hive, they do not know that the disaster is coming.

Suddenly, two or three wasps crawled out of the hive, ripped off their wings and buzzed around the black locust tree, Scar carefully continued to climb up the black locust tree, and when he climbed the second round of side branches, a wasp found him, flew from the air and rested on his head for a while, and rested on his hands for a while, he did not move, and the wasp did not feel the danger, and quietly flew away again.

The beehive was built on the branch of the seventh round of the black locust tree, nearly two meters away from him, he climbed up for two more minutes, and finally climbed to the seventh round of the black locust tree, he squatted on the side branch facing the hive, only to see more and more wasps flying around the black locust, some of them took off on the hive, some climbed out of the hive and took off, and some flew back from the outside, Scar was dazzled, and their buzzing sound made him a little panicked.

Lu Tao was hit by the bee venom, and his head and face were swollen to the point that he didn't know why he was always shaking in his mind, but Scar still calmed himself, he had a protective shield, which was thick enough to prevent the stinger in the wasp's butt from sting into his flesh.

At this moment, there were many wasps on his body, he ignored them, immediately opened the lid of the gasoline pot, grabbed the tree pole with one hand, stabilized his body, tilted the spout with the other hand, gurgling, a pot of gasoline poured straight onto the beehive, from left to right, from right to left, around a few back and forth, the gasoline was poured out, he shook off the empty pot, and retreated to the bottom of the hive, the hive was like a huge dysentery, blue and white.

At this moment, the wasps in the nest were in a commotion, and they crawled out in horror, but whether it was inside or outside, because some of them were doused with gasoline and wet with their wings, they could only climb, not fly. Scar took out a lighter, lit the flame, and with a "bang", the hive beeped and peeled off the flames, the middle of the flame was golden-red, and the green smoke mixed with powder on the top or at the end rose in a curling up.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see the wasps, and I couldn't even hear the sound of the wasps buzzing, and the fire danced wildly, not only the hives burned down piece by piece, but even the branches and leaves of the black locust trees that supported the hives were also burned.

Scar slid down as fast as he could, and every now and then a spark splashed down on him and then fell under the roots of the tree. He was a little panicked, not because he was afraid that a wasp would sting him, but because he was afraid of setting himself on fire.

He slid down to the fourth round of the branch, and thought that he was slow, so he jumped down, and before he could stand on his feet, a spark fell on him, and rolled down from his body to the ground, and the ground also burst into flames, caused by the leakage of gasoline on the tree.

He quickly jumped away to avoid burning, and when he came a few meters away from the black locust tree, he found that the hood had been loosened, but there was almost no danger at the moment, and even the wasp that had not encountered the fire did not have the intention of stinging, but fled for his life.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead, and saw that the beehive on the black locust tree was almost burned into a fireball, and those wasps rained down, and a layer of wasps had died under the black locust tree, of course, some were not all dead, some were only half dead, and what was even worse was that some were not dead at all, but their wings were burned or burned, and they could not fly, so they could only climb on the ground, but most of them were burned to death, because the fire on the ground was also spreading.

Scar felt a sense of victory, and thought to himself that the guards could give him a credit.

Well burned! Well burned! Suddenly, someone clapped and shouted from behind, and he turned to see the guard officer and three other prisoners standing in front of him.

By this time, the beehives on the black locust tree had burned to the ground, and pieces fell under the roots of the trees, still emitting green smoke.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew from the south, and the flames spread in all directions, and to the north of the black locust tree was a cedar forest, and although there was a gap in the ground between the trees, their branches and leaves collided with each other in the space. The fire unknowingly rushed into the cedar forest, and the branches and leaves at the top of the cedar tree were ignited, and the fire became fierce, and the whole forest turned into a roaring sea of fire in a blink of an eye.

The guards and the four prisoners were still basking in the joy of the victory of destroying the hive, and it was the scorching light of the fire that made them feel uncomfortable before retreating to the quarry on the other side of the mountain. The mountains over there were mostly bare, and the fire burned away a few bushes of thatch, leaving a scorching gray line, and then stopped.

The prisoners working in the quarries worked indifferently, occasionally glancing up at the black smoke billowing above the cedar grove. But Scar didn't care about it, and he didn't think of fighting the mountain fire, and he was always happy in his heart, hoping that what the guards and police promised to say would burn down the beehive, and he would give Scar a meritorious service. But the final result was that Scar was not only not credited with meritorious service, but was sentenced to one year in prison.

That was because the fire burned down several acres of cedar forest, and some people in the local area knew the cause of the fire and demanded that the detention center compensate for the damages. Of course, this is unrealistic, only secretly cursing him as the scum among the police officers, and even complaining about why the wasp doesn't have eyes and sting him to death.

In the past few days, there has been bad news, Lu Tao, who was infected with bee venom, was sent to the hospital and died. Scar felt that Lu Tao was a relief, thinking that although he was not a death row prisoner, he was no longer afraid of death, and it was better to die than to live and suffer grievances. He was in a bad mood, and when he heard the announcement of the sentence increase, Scar shouted angrily: I am not guilty, I was wronged, and it was the guard who told me to burn the hive......

Suddenly, the guard officer went to slap him, and he was about to fight back, but he was held down by two big policemen, and beat him, Scar was beaten and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was still screaming: I will take revenge on you after I am released from prison in the future. The police heard a lot of such threats and didn't care.

At this moment, Scar was dragged into the trumpet, the iron door was slammed shut, and a "Iron General" was hung up.