American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

Team Leader Zhang sneered, turned around, and yelled towards the door, "Old Chen!"

Soon a company commander with a full beard ran over.

"Old Chen! Notify everyone that we'll be conducting a simulated fire scenario drill in one hour, involving a chemical storage tank leak and fire! Make sure all the equipment is up to standard, and give me the most difficult part!"

"Captain, that set is for the year-end assessment; the smoke output and toxic gas simulation materials are top-of-the-line..."

"Use that one!"

Captain Zhang glared at Zhou Xingxing: "Since someone thinks his bamboo pole is more effective than my ventilation fan, then let's have a real, hardcore competition!"

Zhou Xingxing rubbed his hands together, his face beaming, "Captain Zhang is so straightforward! Shouldn't we talk about the bet then?"

"If you win, this person stays. But what happens if you lose?"

"I will never send anyone to your place if I lose."

"Also... I'll personally treat your whole team to a hot pot meal at my own expense."

"Hot pot lamb?"

"From Inner Mongolia, from Xilingol League."

"Give me a break," Captain Zhang waved his hand. "I don't care about your meat, I just want a result. If he's no good, take him away right now and stop making a fool of yourself here."

Stephen Chow extended his hand: "A high five as a pledge?"

Captain Zhang slammed his hand down.

Stephen Chow shook his hand, leaned close to Jiliu's ear, and whispered in English, "There'll be a simulated fire scene in a bit. Thick smoke, poisonous gas, and a huge fire. Your job is to blow away the smoke and put out the fire."

Jiliu frowned: "That's all?"

"That's all. Get it done quickly, the more impressive the better. This will affect the size of your dorm and your dining hall treatment in the future."

How big is the dormitory?

"If you perform well, you'll get a private room with a private bathroom."

Jiliu's gaze hardened.

A room that can be locked, a toilet that belongs only to oneself.

……

One hour later.

Behind the base is a simulated fire training area.

This is a closed area surrounded by firewalls, covering an area of ​​approximately 2,000 square meters.

In the center were several iron containers resembling chemical storage tanks, with a complex network of pipes and valves.

Controlled combustion devices were laid on the ground.

Several industrial-grade exhaust fans were set up next to it, each more than half a person tall, with blades over a meter in diameter.

Captain Zhang stood on the observation platform, with two firefighters from two squadrons lined up neatly beside him, fully armed.

People were whispering and eyeing the tall, thin foreigner standing next to Stephen Chow.

"So that's what Bureau 749 sent over?"

"The deputy battalion commander? Him? He could be blown away by the wind."

"Shh, look at Captain Zhang's expression, this is going to be interesting."

Stephen Chow and Jiliu stood on the other side.

Stephen Chow stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a leader on an inspection tour.

Jiliu stood upright, surveying the layout of the facilities within the site.

Wind direction: southeast by east.

Low humidity.

Open space with no obstructions overhead.

Great, a perfect place...

"ignition!"

"Bang!"

The simulated storage tank was simultaneously ignited.

Flames shot up three or four meters high.

At the same time, the smoke generators laid on the ground started up simultaneously, and a large amount of thick yellow-black smoke rolled and spread at an astonishing speed.

Mixed in with it is a harmless, irritating gas simulating a sulfide leak.

It may be harmless, but it still smells so pungent that it makes your nose sting and your eyes water.

In less than twenty seconds, the entire training area was engulfed in thick smoke.

The firelight flickered in and out of the smoke, reducing visibility to near zero.

This is the most deadly part of a chemical fire.

People may not die from the fire itself, but from the suffocating fumes.

Captain Zhang glanced at the stopwatch and pressed the start button.

"Smoke extraction team, take your positions!"

Four industrial smoke exhaust fans started up simultaneously, their blades rotating at high speed, forcefully pumping air towards the fire.

But the smoke was just too thick.

The exhaust fan spun hard, and just as the wind had dispersed some of the smoke, it was quickly replaced by a flood of new, thick smoke.

Two minutes passed.

Less than a third of the smoke was cleared.

The fire was further intensified by the air supplied by the exhaust fan.

Captain Zhang's expression was grave.

This is the most difficult subject. In actual combat, when encountering this kind of chemical fire, it takes more than 20 minutes just to remove the smoke.

During this period, firefighters could only enter the smoke-filled area while wearing bulky breathing apparatus.

Communication was disrupted, vision was blocked, and a single mishap could cost a life.

He was preparing to order an attack with people wearing breathing apparatus.

"Am I ready now?"

The rapids suddenly opened, and Captain Zhang turned his head.

The foreigner walked to the entrance, took off his uniform, and placed it on the metal bucket.

She was only wearing a white T-shirt underneath, which made her look even thinner.

Captain Zhang frowned: "Wear your protective suit! No one is allowed into the fire without equipment, that's a hard and fast rule!"

The torrent ignored him and walked straight into the thick smoke.

Captain Zhang was furious: "Are you crazy?! Rushing into the fire without protective gear?! Pull him back right now! What will happen if he suffocates?!"

Two firefighters put on their masks and were about to rush forward when Stephen Chow reached out and stopped them.

"Don't rush, just watch."

Stephen Chow's tone became unusually serious: "Just treat it as a weather phenomenon."

Amidst the thick smoke, Jiliu stands alone at the crater of the fire.

Beneath their feet was scorching ground, and all around them were billowing toxic fumes and leaping flames.

The wind is his instinct.

The swift current slowly raised its right hand, fingers slightly spread, palm facing upward.

"Buzz..."

The wind direction has changed.

The previously scattered thick smoke began to converge directly above the fire.

The raging torrent lifted his right hand and spun it.

A small tornado appeared out of nowhere above.

This is not about blindly creating a whirlwind.

He created a precision vortex tube with a diameter of about three meters and a height that reached the top of the training area.

The tornado yanked the thick smoke and simulated toxic gas that were rolling along the ground upwards all at once.

The yellow-black smoke column stretched into a long, roaring plume of smoke as it shot into the sky.

"Holy shit!"

On the observation platform, a young firefighter blurted out.

Everyone was stunned.

The thick smoke dissipated quickly.

In less than thirty seconds, the smoke in the training field was completely removed.

The torrent didn't stop; he raised his left hand and pushed forward.

"!"

The second tornado was formed; it was smaller than the first, less than a meter in diameter, but its rotation speed was terrifying.

And it's horizontal.

The tornado cut in from the edge of the fire and swept around the bottom of the storage tank.

The air at the base of the flame was completely sucked out.

Without oxygen, fire cannot burn; it's that simple.

The flames at more than a dozen burning points were extinguished by the torrent in an instant.

The training ground was eerily quiet.

The torrents receded, and the tornado dissipated.

He turned around and walked back with a normal expression.

Noticing the admiring looks others were giving him, Jiliu pretended to be calm as he walked on.

He secretly congratulated himself on his impressive display of arrogance.

Captain Zhang's stopwatch fell to the ground.

A firefighter next to him slammed the nozzle of a high-pressure water gun into his foot with a loud thud, making him jump up in pain.

"From ignition to extinguishing..."

Old Chen's voice trembled: "Less than a minute!"

"What was our fastest record with a range hood?"

"Twenty-two minutes."