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Chapter 402: Chapter 400 Occupy a Spot

Holding a spot, Ling Cheng modification

An ear-splitting explosion roared from a hundred meters behind them, the tremor shaking the entire shipyard.

The violent blast tore through the narrow passageway, erupting in flames like an oversized blowtorch, sucking the oxygen out of the air rapidly with its intense heat as Matthew knelt on the ground, his face turning an eerie shade of purple-red, his ear sponges quivering slightly.

Bi Fang, lying next to him, pressed down hard on the back of Matthew’s neck, staying motionless on the ground, feeling the scorching airstream howl past them.

The audience watched in horror as the air twisted and shimmered with heat, and in that instant, everyone seemed to lose their hearing.

On the ground, within the blinding burst of fire, a metal manhole cover was hurled into the air by the explosion’s shockwave, ascending twenty meters before crashing back down fiercely lodged into the shattered cement.

“What’s going on?! What’s happening?”

“Someone come, someone come!”

“Has the military attacked?!”

“Help!”

Shouts pierced the night, and parts of the buildings suddenly lit up, shattering the tranquil darkness completely.

Countless people panicked, the loud boom rendering them deaf, as bright columns of light and the roar of motorcycles surged in.

“Go!”

Minutes later, Bi Fang lifted the dizzy Matthew and re-entered the passageway, heading towards the manhole cover in front of the warehouse. Along the way, everyone could see the sewer scene had changed drastically from before.

The walls were scorched and cracked, the moss that had clung to them burned away, leaving only small patches that glimmered with a dark red hue in the darkness.

The air smelled foul, not of hydrogen sulfide but of sewage evaporated by heat, like dried-out feces.

“Bleah!”

Arriving under the manhole cover, Matthew could no longer hold back, vomiting as the high temperature from the explosion and the ringing in his ears surged.

Bi Fang climbed the iron ladder carefully, lifting the cover and without much surprise, said, “Throw up, you’ll feel better after it’s out.”

Under the starless night sky, a shadow stood with the sewer manhole cover, observing everyone silently from a corner of the road.

Bi Fang watched as the lights from the motorcycles scattered like fireflies to every corner of the shipyard, then went out, while people poured out of buildings, fleeing and howling.

Just as Matthew had said, these people were indeed amateurs, standing on the ruins with sheer viciousness and cold hearts. If they were trained individuals, the scene would not be like this; all passages would have been secured, at least until the cause of the explosion was clear, and no personnel would be allowed to move freely!

He scanned the area near the warehouse.

The dozen or so guards who had been stationed there had mostly fled, leaving only a few scattered around, some still hesitating on the spot.

From below, Matthew asked, “How is it? Is it useful?”

“Yes! You wait here for me!”

Bi Fang pushed the manhole cover aside and leapt out of the well, stepping onto the iron ladder. After carefully replacing the cover, he crouched down like a leopard and sprinted forward, disappearing into the grass beside him.

Not far away, inside a building, bandit gang members converged, and soon someone pushed the door open and entered.

“What’s going on? Is it them or us, or are both sides fighting?” The Bandit Gangs’ Boss looked tense – such a large disturbance could only mean the military, he couldn’t imagine any other scenario.

For months, the bandit gangs had been strutting around the city, making everyone steer clear of them, arrogant beyond measure. But now, faced with a real military force, they were like homeless dogs; no, worse than dogs, nothing more than sewer rats that fire could obliterate completely.

“No… No one attacked.” The young man who had just run in gasped for air as he opened the main gate.

The intense light flooded into the gloomy hall, not sunlight, but the light of fire. The fire seemed to erupt from the core of the earth, shooting up high, and charred human figures ran through the flames while gigantic metal devices burned, tumbled and fell.

The gang leader’s heart clenched, and he suddenly grabbed an ashtray to throw forward.

The young man screamed in agony, kneeling on the ground with blood streaming from his forehead, not understanding why the Boss had suddenly hit him.

“And you say no one attacked! If they didn’t come, did you start this fire?” The gang leader’s eyes were bloodshot, his face terrifying.

The young man lay on the ground, blood gushing from his forehead. He touched it lightly with his hand, it felt like a piece had caved in, causing him so much pain that tears welled up. He hurriedly explained, “Really, Boss, we would have noticed if someone attacked. No one came, honestly. I heard Sabbas say it might be the underground natural gas pipeline that exploded, that’s why it’s like this. Half the street’s been blown away, and a few guys were in the toilet at the time, now we can’t find them, probably burnt to death.”

The gang leader paused for a moment, stepped to the door to look around, and indeed it seemed like no one was there. The chaos was entirely due to his own incompetent subordinates.

Not the military.

With that thought, the gang leader’s anxiety was swallowed back down. As long as they hadn’t been attacked, that was good, as long as they hadn’t been attacked, that was good. He glanced at the young man beside him, void of any other thoughts, waved his hand and dismissed him, “Alright, alright, go get bandaged up, you’re useless with words.”

The young man, not daring to say more, bowed his head and retreated.

“Wait, the goods are okay, right?”

“Yes, although it was close, it didn’t reach there.”

“That’s good, hurry up and put out the fire. It’s so late and still so much trouble.”

As the subordinate’s figure faded into the distance, the gang leader stroked his chin.

“Is there still natural gas now?”

“It’s probably marsh gas.”

“What’s that?”

…

In the shadows, a figure stealthily skulked, hiding his body behind shrubs that hadn’t been trimmed for months, completely concealed.

This was the northeast corner of the warehouse. Through the gaps in the shrubs, the drone gave the audience a clear view of the warehouse’s outline.

This was the best location for an assault. Bi Fang had checked carefully; this direction had only one guard, whose viewing angle was skewed. As long as Bi Fang could act swiftly and decisively, he wouldn’t attract anyone’s attention.

Bi Fang smeared some black ash on his face and pulled off a piece of torn cloth before boldly approaching the target.

“Hey, stop, don’t move! Who are you?”

Almost as soon as Bi Fang appeared near the warehouse, the guard spotted him and moved his hand toward his waist.

The more chaotic it was, the less room there was for mistakes.

The guard knew this well, so as soon as Bi Fang approached, he tried to draw his gun to force him back. But before his hand could grip the handle, a white towel suddenly flew toward his face.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Is this some kind of joke? Playing drop the handkerchief?

A sense of absurdity flashed through the guard’s mind, and he instinctively reached out with his left hand to catch it, but in the next second, a hand firmly grasped his wrist!

Immediately, the guard felt a huge force strike his left cheek!