Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

The more complex a plan is, the more likely it is to go wrong at some point and fail; the more necessary conditions a plan needs to meet, the more likely it is to be ruined at some point and become unfeasible.

However, the more complex the plan, the more impractical the solution seems, the less likely it is to be cracked.

There are gains and losses.

The best way to permanently resolve the troubles of Li Yong and Ma Xiaowei is, of course, to permanently erase them from this world!

Although the two of them had almost no hope of getting out, no one would believe them for the time being.

However, this is not a safe approach.

A lie repeated 100 times can become the truth, let alone when it is a hidden truth.

Nobody believes it now, but what about later? What happens after An Xiaohai leaves? That's uncertain.

There's a great line in A Chinese Odyssey: Kindness may not be remembered for long, but hatred can last for millennia!

Now that the two sides have developed an irreconcilable hatred, there is no other choice.

How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days? You can't guard against them all, especially since these two people aren't thieves, but two cold-blooded venomous snakes. Just look at what they did on the train.

An Xiaohai believed that the chances of his plan succeeding were less than 10%, but he still intended to carry it out. If it failed, he would give up and think of another way.

If it succeeds, then it's fate.

The factory area of ​​Shenhai No. 1 Prison has more than ten large factory buildings, five medium-sized factory buildings, and five small factory buildings.

Large factories typically handle projects that require a certain amount of space, such as the production of prefabricated panels. They also have a large number of people coming and going, and therefore require the strongest level of guarding.

Medium-sized factories have more uses. For example, the current operation is the production of a batch of furniture. The prisoners are responsible for the painting, assembly, packaging, and so on.

Because Li Yong had previously worked in spray painting, he and Ma Xiaowei were assigned to the spray painting workshop.

An Xiaohai used to be frequently assigned to handle electronic components, a job done in a small factory. Later, wanting to improve his physical fitness, he mostly did manual labor in a large factory.

Kunji has always been in a medium-sized factory, so he was able to keep track of Li Yong and Ma Xiaowei's activities. In the past few days, Lai Donglin has also applied to be transferred there.

Sophisticated murders often appear to be accidents, and paint shops are places where accidents, such as fires, are very likely to occur.

Paint itself is a flammable product, and its thinner is often something like gasoline or diesel. If the quality of the paint itself is substandard, then the risk is even greater.

For example, products with low flash points or those containing proteins such as nitrocellulose may have a risk of mold growth.

In those days, the quality of paint wasn't great, and there weren't things like latex paint or diatomaceous earth. Merchants didn't pay much attention to the quality of the paint; as long as the finished product looked fine, everything was fine.

Near the paint shop, there is a pungent smell all year round, which is the result of the volatilization of flammable thinner.

Of course, the prison authorities aren't stupid; they maintain very strict safety management in the paint spraying and painting workshops. Any open flames are strictly prohibited there, and they've even invested in a ventilation system.

The ventilation duct that An Xiaohai mentioned belongs to this ventilation system.

There are two air inlets, one in the paint shop and one in the plastering shop, connected by pipes that run through the entire building and exhaust from the rear of the building.

One of the ventilation pipes in the paint shop runs right through the restroom, and it was this pipe that An Xiaohai wanted Kunji to sabotage.

Therefore, this is a very complex plan that requires delicate control!

First, we must find a way to get Li Yong and his men into that bathroom at a specific time, and once they are inside, we must be able to start a fire. After everything happens, they will not be able to escape!

Most importantly, innocent people must not be harmed; this is An Xiaohai's last bottom line.

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"Ah Hai, what do you need so much icing sugar for? To make porridge?" Third Brother asked, puzzled, as he secretly stuffed two large bags of icing sugar into An Xiaohai's hands.

"Third Brother, don't ask anymore. I just always feel like my mouth tastes bland when I go to sleep at night, and I want to taste something sweet, haha."

An Xiaohai chuckled.

"Do you think I'm senile!" Third Brother rolled his eyes at An Xiaohai.

Third Brother knew perfectly well that with An Xiaohai's relationship with Yang Yuanbing, Tian Qiaoguang, and others, getting some favors would be a piece of cake for him. He wouldn't need to beg him at all!

Moreover, An Xiaohai repeatedly instructed that it must be kept a secret, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.

An Xiaohai didn't want ordinary sugar, but icing sugar, the kind of white sugar ground as finely as flour. Even his third brother had never heard of such a thing before; it was impossible to buy in Shenhai City, and he had to ask his son to go to Honggang to get it.

"Xiao Hai, your third brother doesn't know what you're doing. If you don't tell me, I won't ask. But listen carefully, your business is my business. I won't say anything more, I believe you understand."

Third Brother took a sip of tea and said, "Here, try this, it's top-quality Dancong tea."

Being able to have a cup of tea after a meal is something that not every prisoner can do. Third Brother can, and An Xiaohai is one of the few who can sit and drink tea with Third Brother.

"Xiao Hai, you'll be able to go abroad in about a year, right?"

"Yes, there are still 11 months left."

"It's good that you've gone out! You're about the same age as my youngest daughter. After you leave, remember to come visit me and get to know her."

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An Xiaohai was sweating profusely. Why don't these underworld bosses have sons?

"Don't look at me like that, I have a son! If we Chaotou people don't have a son, we can't even enter the ancestral hall!"

Four! I have four sons! But these four little bastards are no good; they're always causing me trouble!

My youngest daughter is different. She has good grades, is very obedient, and even got into university this year. However, she has a lot of misunderstandings about me. I've been here for so many years, and she has never come to see me.

You young people have plenty to talk about. If you have the chance, please put in a good word for me...

Third Brother and An Xiaohai chatted for a full half hour.

By this time, almost everyone in the canteen had left, leaving only An Xiaohai, Third Brother, a few of Third Brother's trusted subordinates, and an unfortunate fellow kneeling in front of the three tables.

Lai Donglin stayed by An Xiaohai's side the whole time. Kunji in the distance had been giving them signals for a long time, but Third Brother showed no sign of stopping.

"Third Brother, what did Ah Cai do wrong? He's been kneeling for so long, isn't that enough?" An Xiaohai asked tentatively.

Third Brother has several loyal underlings, and Ah Cai is one of them. A while ago, in order to stop that assassin, Ah Cai had two fingers cut off. Although they were later reattached, they are not as agile as before.

Unexpectedly, this time, Third Brother punished Ah Cai so mercilessly. Ah Cai is, after all, an elder brother. I really don't know what he did wrong.

"Ah Hai, don't plead for this reckless bastard. Do you even know what kind of ideas he's been giving the brothers outside?"

"What idea?"

"Ha! What a brilliant idea! He sent his brother to rob the truck drivers queuing at the border."

"Rob them?" An Xiaohai asked, somewhat confused. "What's so great about robbing these truck drivers? Are they stealing their cargo?"

"Ah Hai, it's normal that you don't understand the intricacies of this situation," Brother Lu explained to An Xiaohai. This guy was Third Brother's right-hand man, the one who first noticed the assassin that day.

"These container truck drivers in Hong Kong are very wealthy. Do you know how much they can earn in a month?"

"I really don't know that."

"Seventy or eighty thousand! Hong Kong dollars!" Brother Lu said, his eyes wide.

"Seventy or eighty thousand?!"

An Xiaohai was genuinely shocked. He really hadn't expected that in this day and age, truck drivers in Honggang could earn such high incomes. No wonder they kept mistresses in Shenzhen!

"Yes, that's seventy or eighty thousand Hong Kong dollars! That's 30 in our currency!"

"What? Brother Lu, what did you say? Did I hear that right?" An Xiaohai was dumbfounded.

"What? Don't you know? The Hong Kong dollar has been rising steadily in recent years. It's almost 1:4 outside now, and it's even higher on the black market."

Seventy or eighty thousand Hong Kong dollars is roughly 30 Hong Kong dollars!

"Damn it..." An Xiaohai was on the verge of tears.

In An Xiaohai's memory, Hong Kong dollars and RMB were similar, and RMB was even slightly more valuable than Hong Kong dollars. Why is it not like that in this era?

1:4! Is that really so exaggerated? No wonder Zhao De was so nervous; he should have known better than to give Sister Feng extra money...

No wonder!