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July 14th, the eighth day of the Tang City evacuation.

At the third transfer station in the south of the city, Zhao Jianjun swung his sledgehammer and smashed a thick wooden stake into the ground with a few loud thuds.

Two lines of large characters were painted in red on the wooden sign.

"Leaving home for now, safety first. The exercise is over, return home safely."

The engineering company commander, who was sweating profusely from exhaustion, came over and offered him a cigarette.

"Company Commander Zhao, who is this genius who drew this survey map for us? It's amazing! It even marks out which low-lying area on the east side is prone to flooding and which windbreak zone needs to be built. We set up our tents according to the map, saving us two days and two nights of work."

Zhao Jianjun took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and grinned.

Of course, how could the list of vacant lots provided by my sister-in-law be inaccurate?

"Stop talking nonsense and go pick up the goods."

Zhao Jianjun pointed to the end of the road.

"The special train carrying supplies for Director Liu has just finished unloading. Let's move the high-calorie canned goods and antibiotics into the warehouse first."

The Tangshi Military Sub-district Command at this time.

Zhou Bingheng rested his hands on the table, staring at the huge sand table in front of him.

The communications officer opened the roster in his hand and reported in a loud voice.

"Reporting to the Political Commissar! As of noon today, more than 543,000 of the city's 1.06 million permanent residents have been relocated."

"All workers and their immediate family members at the 36 core factories have been evacuated. The three evacuation routes are currently operating smoothly, with an average daily transfer volume of 90,000 people."

"There are a total of six temporary resettlement sites in three directions, with a tent occupancy rate of 78%. Basic medical and water purification equipment has been distributed to the three major transit stations, and the food reserves are sufficient to last for 20 days."

The curtain was suddenly thrown open, and Lei Lifeng stepped in, his face flushed from the heat.

He grabbed the enamel mug on the table, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

"happy!"

Lei Lifeng wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I've scheduled all the trucks on the three lines according to the train timetable. One truck after another, they're dispatched as soon as they're full, the wheels are practically sparking."

Zhou Bingheng opened the drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, and threw it over.

Lei Lifeng caught it steadily, lit it, took a puff, and continued speaking.

"That old bastard Li Shouyi has gone mad. I just ran into him on the road. This old fellow was riding a big Golden Deer bicycle with a big loudspeaker strapped to the back seat, patrolling around the six major factory areas, checking every shed. He knows better than the neighborhood committee aunties who know who forgot their pots and pans or whose elderly relative is throwing a tantrum."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bingheng's tense jawline finally relaxed a little.

The entire evacuation system for Tang City has been established, and the most difficult initial phase has been successfully completed.

He no longer needs to do everything himself; the system itself has begun to operate automatically.

These local officials and military leaders who once defied orders have now become the most steadfast executors.

It's 11 p.m.

The lights in the command post were still on.

After signing the last document in his hand, Zhou Bingheng picked up the red military telephone on the table and dialed a number.

The call connected after a few rings.

"Still not asleep?"

"We've just finished compiling the feedback data from the surrounding plants."

Su Xingmian's clear voice came from the other end of the receiver, carrying a hint of urgency.

"The situation is worsening. I checked the groundwater level around Tang City using the root system network, and it continues to drop. This afternoon, the well water in several communes in the north of the city became completely turbid and started to rise up as yellow mud. Most importantly, there is an entire poplar forest in the south of the city, and the tips of all the underground roots have shown abnormal contraction."

She paused, then emphasized her words.

"This is the plant trying to save itself. The stress underground is about to break, and it could explode at any moment. You need to evacuate people even faster."

"We're already sprinting at the limit."

After listening, Zhou Bingheng threw his pencil on the table.

After finishing discussing business, the atmosphere eased up a bit.

He asked about the two children in the family.

Su Xingmian smiled.

"I just spoke with the compound on the phone during the day. Grandma said that Huai Mu keeps talking about you from the windowsill. Huai Zheng is much more mischievous. He leads a bunch of kids from the compound around the streets and alleys, and even made one of the brats cry. The other kid's parents came to our door."

Zhou Bingheng chuckled softly as well.

Then, the two fell into a brief silence.

Only a faint buzzing sound came from the phone.

"Wife." Zhou Bingheng raised his hand to rub his aching temples and sighed, "I miss you so much."

On the front lines of the evacuation of millions, he was a command machine devoid of any emotion.

Only when he heard her voice could his nerves, which were taut on the verge of breaking, get a moment's respite.

Su Xingmian gripped the microphone tightly on the other end of the line, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"I see."

hang up the phone.

She opened the wardrobe, put her change of clothes into the wicker trunk, picked up the trunk, and turned to walk downstairs.

The old fox misses her.

Holding it in would affect his work efficiency; she needed to make him see her immediately.

Pushing open the gate, a military jeep was already parked outside.

Gulnazar sat in the driver's seat, the engine emitting a deep roar.

Su Xingmian opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and reached out to lower the seat back.

"Deputy Director Su, are we leaving now?"

Gulnazar asked, her hands resting on the steering wheel.

Su Xingmian responded softly and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

The jeep's headlights pierced the night as it sped towards Tang City.

……

Early morning of July 15th.

Tangshi Military Sub-district Guesthouse, second floor.

At the end of the corridor, Pan Dehai, the former director of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee who had already been dismissed from his post, was imprisoned.

When the day shift guards at the guesthouse were changing shifts, one of them casually turned the handle of Pan Dehai's door.

With a muffled "click," the lock cylinder fell out of the door panel and crashed to the ground.

The door lock is broken.

The guard broke out in a cold sweat and pushed open the door.

Pan Dehai didn't run away.

He was still sitting comfortably at that broken table, holding a cold white steamed bun in his hand, eating it with a bowl of pickled vegetable shreds.

Pan Dehai lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

"What's up?"

The guard quickly turned and ran to find a locksmith.

The sound of a locksmith hammering away at a lock echoed down the corridor.

Pan Dehai leaned back in the wooden chair, stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth, chewed it twice, and slowly pulled his legs back a little.

A scuff mark was worn into the sole of the shoe, revealing a noticeable layer of fresh dirt.

He forced a silent smile.

What's the point of changing the lock? He hasn't needed this lock for a long time.

Just last night, around midnight.

The young sentry dozed off against the wall and slept for a full thirty minutes.

Pan Dehai took advantage of those thirty minutes to sneak out of the room.

He sneaked into the downstairs guardhouse and picked up the black crank telephone that could make outside calls.

He made two phone calls in total.

He made a call to Old Chen, the butcher at the vegetable market in the east of the city.

Old Chen keeps the most unruly gang of troublemakers in the city under his command.

Another call was to his former personal secretary, whom he had personally promoted while working at Tangshan Iron and Steel Company.

If he handles this matter well, his superiors have promised to protect him, and there's no possibility of him even getting a promotion.

Judging by the time, the fire outside should be almost cooked.