Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

[Question: What is the optimal solution for the Blood Hand Gang's control of the western mining area?]

In my mind, the ancient parchment slowly unfolds, and the familiar, slightly playful handwriting emerges.

[Driving simulation in progress...]

[Estimated time: 3 seconds (That's all you can ask, such basic questions)]

[Answer: The Bloodhand Gang was able to thrive in the West District mine tunnels because they unearthed a map of an old-fashioned underground sewage network.]

Their supplies were not placed at the surface camp, but hidden at node C-9 of the underground pipeline network.

[It's dry, well-ventilated, and easily accessible, making it a perfect rat hole—easy to defend and difficult to attack.]

[Weakness: Directly above node C-9 is a sedimentation tank from an abandoned chemical plant. Simply blasting open the valve at the bottom of the sedimentation tank will cause highly corrosive industrial wastewater to backflow into the sewage network.]

[Note: Tsk tsk, how despicable. But compared to that fake smile on your face, this trick is actually merciful.]

[I suggest telling that big oaf to take some men and blow up the valve. Oh, and remember to remind them to wear protective suits, or they might turn into pus and don't blame me for not warning them.]

Lin Bai lowered his eyelids, concealing a hint of a smile in his eyes.

But he didn't rush to give an answer.

True experts must demonstrate their "professional competence" before solving problems.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Black Mamba, who had been silently wiping his knife.

"Beautiful lady, would you mind letting me see your knife?"

Black Mamba paused in wiping his knife, his cold eyes sweeping over Lin Bai.

He didn't say anything, but his "Do you want to die?" look said it all.

"Don't misunderstand." Lin Bai waved his hand, his tone as sincere as a salesman.

"I only smelled a faint bitter almond scent. That's the distinctive smell of datura snake venom, isn't it?"

Black Mamba's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints.

"This poison is indeed potent; it kills instantly upon contact with blood. But..." Lin Bai pointed to the dagger in her hand, his tone becoming somewhat regretful.

"Datura toxin is acidic, and if it adheres to the alloy blade for a long time, it will cause metal fatigue at the microscopic level."

"Does the tip of your knife feel a bit 'sharp' when cutting things lately? Even after sharpening it, it doesn't seem to work?"

Black Mamba's expression finally changed.

She suddenly raised the dagger and examined the tip of the blade carefully in the light.

The difference is imperceptible to the naked eye, but as a top assassin, the feel of the controls doesn't lie.

Recently, she has indeed felt a subtle resistance to the knife, which she has always thought was due to her poor condition.

"How do we solve this?" Black Mamba's voice showed a change for the first time.

Although it was still chilly, the icy coldness that kept people at a distance had melted a lot.

"Simple." Lin Bai smiled.

"Add some 'blue scale powder' to it. It's alkaline, which not only neutralizes the acid and protects the blade, but also increases the rate at which toxins spread in the bloodstream by 30%."

"Blue Scale Powder..." Black Mamba repeated in a low voice, his gaze towards Lin Bai completely changing.

"How did you know? Could it be... that you're an alchemist?"

Alchemist?

Lin Bai's heart stirred slightly.

This wasn't the first time he'd heard this term; the parchment had mentioned it before, saying that the spirit-etched plate was a replica made by alchemists based on the original.

I think I'll have to find an opportunity to learn more about it later.

But he didn't show it on his face, only smiled mysteriously, neither admitting nor denying it.

"Ahem!"

Iron Fist, left standing to the side, coughed twice heavily.

He tapped the table in dissatisfaction:

"Um... although I don't know anything about powder or poison, can we talk about how to take down the Blood Hand Gang first?"

Lin Bai turned his head and looked at Iron Fist's impatient appearance, his smile gradually fading.

"Master, this matter is actually not difficult."

Lin Bai took a pen from the table and drew a simple structural diagram on a piece of scrap paper.

"Whether it's raising a knife or killing someone, the principle is the same—you have to find the root cause of the problem."

He drew a circle on the paper and then pressed the pen tip down heavily.

"The Blood Hand Gang is troublesome not because they have many members, nor because they are cunning. It's because they have a trump card—a map of the underground sewage network from the old days."

Iron Fist and Black Mamba both came over at the same time, staring at the rudimentary sketch.

"No wonder!" Iron Fist suddenly realized, slapping his thigh and wincing in pain.

"No wonder those bastards appeared and disappeared so mysteriously; they were just a bunch of rats that burrow into the sewers!"

"Their supplies are not in the ground camp, but here—node C-9."

Lin Bai drew a bright red cross on the picture with the tip of his pen.

"This place has complex terrain, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack," Black Mamba frowned.

She's an expert; she spotted the problem immediately.

"In this narrow terrain, our men would be sitting ducks; no matter how many men we have, we wouldn't have enough to fill the gaps."

"Who said we were going in?"

Lin Bai raised an eyebrow and swept his gaze over the two of them with an expression that said, "You know nothing about power."

"When scholars fight, they value strategy and vision."

He drew a square directly above the cross.

"This is the sedimentation tank of an abandoned chemical plant. It contains more than ten tons of highly corrosive industrial wastewater that has been fermenting for decades. The smell... is quite intoxicating."

Lin Bai raised his head, looked at the two dumbfounded people, and revealed a gentle, elegant, yet chilling smile.

"Master, just send two people with directional explosives to this location..." He drew a downward arrow at the bottom of the square, "to make a small opening."

"The rest, gravity and fluid mechanics will do for us."

"If more than ten tons of strong acid wastewater were poured in, not only the Blood Hand Gang members, but even rats and cockroaches inside would turn into a puddle of pus."

Dead silence.

A long, deathly silence fell over the VIP room.

Iron Fist gaped, looking at the sketch on the table and then at Lin Bai, who looked completely calm and collected.

I felt a chill run down my back, and the hairs on my back stood on end.

poison.

That's incredibly toxic!

This is no scholar! He's a living Yama in human skin!

Compared to this "poisonous water from the sky" scheme, the Blood Hand Gang's methods of administering laxatives and planting landmines are like kindergarten children playing house.

"This...this is it?" Iron Fist swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"If you don't believe me, you can have Miss Black Mamba take some people to try it now." Lin Bai tossed the pen aside, leaned back on the sofa, and spoke in a languid tone.

"Remember to remind the guys to wear full-body protective suits; the scene... is a bit dangerous."

Iron Fist suddenly turned his head to look at Black Mamba.

Without a word, Black Mamba sheathed his dagger and turned to leave.

The movements were swift and decisive, even showing a hint of impatience.

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