Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

The order for a full-scale inspection of the park was like a net that tightened instantly.

The piercing alarm sounded again, and countless beams of flashlight illuminated the park. Squads of guards began to assemble from all directions, preparing to conduct a thorough search.

Inside the container, Lin Yue screamed again, startled by the sudden turn of events.

"Shut up!" Su Ming hissed.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of oppression. Lin Yue's scream caught in her throat, leaving only violent sobs.

Su Ming knew he couldn't stay here any longer.

The patrol team will soon find this "training center," and the two people on the ground will be irrefutable evidence.

Su Ming's goal was clear—to take her away.

But right now the entire park is under lockdown, and a thorough search has been launched. They are trapped in this cage and have no way to escape.

He pulled Lin Yue up, but the girl's legs were weak and she couldn't stand steadily. Without saying a word, Su Ming simply picked her up and carried her horizontally. She was very light, as light as a withered leaf.

He rushed out of the container, not taking the same route he came from, but heading straight for the back wall of the east side factory building.

The map in my mind was spinning rapidly.

The patrol team advanced from four directions, focusing on the dormitories in Area A and the office buildings in Area B. The eastern expansion area is a new area and is currently a blind spot, but it will definitely be covered within ten minutes.

Best route: Walk through this factory area and enter the living area on the south side, where the kitchen is located.

He carried a person in his arms, yet his speed did not slow down at all. He moved through the discarded building materials and mechanical parts as if walking on flat ground.

Held in her arms, Lin Yue felt the whistling wind in her ears and the man's steady, powerful heartbeat. Her terrified mind went blank for a moment.

Who exactly is this person?

Five minutes later, Su Ming had already sneaked to the edge of the living area.

The kitchen is just ahead.

The kitchen lights were on, and several cooks and helpers were crouching in a corner, guns pointed at them by guards. A patrol was ransacking the place.

"Damn it, there's nothing there!"

"Captain, this is just a cooking area, what kind of person could be hiding here?"

"Enough with the nonsense! The boss gave a death order: you have to poke the mouse hole three times over!"

Su Ming hid behind a pile of empty oil drums and observed quietly.

Forcing your way in would be unwise.

He needs a bigger chaos, a chaos big enough to bring all the investigations to a halt.

His gaze fell on the several large bags of supplies piled up at the back door of the kitchen.

Flour, chili powder, and a can of unopened rapeseed oil.

A bold idea immediately popped into my head.

He put Lin Yue down, leaned her against the wall, and commanded in a very low voice, "Stay here, don't move, and don't make a sound. If you want to go home, do as I say."

The word "go home" seemed to touch a nerve in Lin Yue. She stopped sobbing, and although she was still trembling, she nodded vigorously.

Su Ming took a deep breath, picked up half a piece of discarded steel bar from the ground, and tore off a piece of his own clothing.

He silently circled around to the other side of the kitchen, moving as lightly as a cat. That was where the exhaust fan vented, its huge blades whirring and blasting the heat out of the kitchen.

Below the outlet is the inlet of the main exhaust duct.

He noticed this place during the daytime surveying. The pipes were covered in grease, making them an excellent ignition source.

He dipped one end of the cloth strip into the bucket of rapeseed oil and tightly wrapped the other end around the steel bar to make a simple torch.

Then, he lit it with a lighter he had taken from the guard.

The flames suddenly burst into flames.

He didn't throw the torch in directly, as that would only cause a small fire.

What he wanted to do was "explode".

He calculated the angle precisely and threw the burning torch with all his might at the open bags of supplies at the back door of the kitchen.

The torch landed precisely in a bag of white powder.

Flour.

next second.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar!

It was more than ten times louder than the sound of the server burning out!

A huge fireball suddenly exploded in the area where supplies were stored, and the powerful blast wave blew the back door of the kitchen off the ground!

Dust explosion!

This is basic chemistry knowledge learned in junior high school: when combustible dust such as flour accumulates to a sufficient concentration in the air, it will explode instantly upon contact with a spark.

The explosion's flames instantly ignited another bag of red powder—chili powder.

Large amounts of chili powder were swept into the air by the blast wave, mixing with the thick smoke to form a terrifying yellow-red cloud of smoke with a pungent odor.

The smoke was drawn back into the kitchen by the powerful suction of the exhaust fan, and then, through the ventilation ducts, it surged wildly into every corner of the living area!

"Cough cough cough! What is that?!"

"My eyes! Damn! They're burning!"

"Enemy attack! It's poison gas!"

The patrol team that was searching the kitchen was the first to be hit. They were choked by the fumes and tears streamed down their faces. They scrambled out of the kitchen, throwing away their guns.

The entire southern district instantly descended into chaos. Coughs, screams, and curses filled the air.

Everyone's attention was drawn to this sudden "chemical attack".

In the chaos, no one noticed that a dark figure carrying a girl emerged from the shadows of the oil drums, using the smoke as cover to slowly and deliberately cross the originally heavily guarded blockade.

Su Ming prepared damp cloths to cover his and Lin Yue's mouths and noses, so the irritating smoke had little effect on him.

He was preparing to continue westward to his planned next hideout—the western warehouse filled with scrap.

But as soon as we rounded a corner, the smoke thinned out slightly.

His steps abruptly stopped.

Three meters ahead.

A person was shining a flashlight on him, staring intently at him.

The man had a face full of scars, and his eyes were filled with shock, rage, and disbelief.

It's Ah Biao.

He was clearly drawn here by the sound of the explosion, but he never expected to run into Su Ming here.

Ah Biao's gaze shifted from Su Ming's frighteningly calm face to Lin Yue, whom he was holding in his arms and who was clearly a "piglet," and finally landed on the pistol at his waist that did not belong to him.

Everything is connected.

The destruction of the communications tower, the riots in the East District, the explosion in the kitchen...

Ah Biao's face was contorted with rage as he pointed at Su Ming, his teeth grinding together.

"You! That college student!"

"You did this?!"