Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

A gust of wind blew by.

Everyone felt a wave of despair.

The message that came through the communicator weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Even the most professional firefighting teams are helpless in the face of such sudden forest fires. What can these flesh and blood people use to stop the sea of ​​fire that is enough to devour everything?

Just when everyone was in despair.

Li Mo'an stood in the crowd, tilting his head slightly, his eyes sparkling.

He looked at the rapidly spreading wildfire in the distance, and at the sky obscured by smoke and dust.

His extraordinary brain circuits began to work again.

He subconsciously imagined the raging fire as a bomb, a bomb about to explode.

As this thought arose.

The system deep within his mind that believed in "doing one job at a time" fluctuated slightly.

A few lines of data, visible only to him, flashed before his eyes. The system fluctuated slightly, and then... nothing more.

Clearly, the mine-clearing technique was no longer of any use.

"System, you're trash," was all he could say.

"This is troublesome."

Li Mo'an stroked his chin and muttered to himself.

But his face remained calm.

Looking at the blazing fire and this familiar scene, he was reminded of his past life.

Or more specifically, it was recalling the moment when he ended his life in a past life.

At that time, he was still a trainee struggling in the entertainment industry.

During a pyrotechnic scene on set, due to a mistake by the crew, he was blown into the air by a prop explosive that was too powerful.

That was arguably the most popular moment of his two lifetimes combined.

He became a true internet sensation, and after the explosion, different parts of his body caught fire, one after another.

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at the same time.

Deep in the back mountains, in a clearing in the woods near the fire site.

The firefighters who had been sent by Wang Dafa to stand by had already run to the source of the fire, covered in sweat.

The fire was more ferocious than they had anticipated, and waves of heat assaulted their faces.

They carried wind-powered fire extinguishers and water hoses, but these tools were woefully inadequate against the already formidable wall of fire.

Just as they were anxiously searching for the isolation zone.

They saw several people.

It was behind a rock sheltered from the wind, where several hikers wearing windproof jackets and carrying backpacks were hiding.

The hikers looked pale.

They stared in terror at the towering flames in the distance, huddled in a corner, trembling.

Listening to their complaints, he finally understood.

The firefighters' faces instantly turned ashen.

In this dry season, a cigarette butt that isn't extinguished can destroy an entire forest!

"Look what you've done!"

In the fire station, a young firefighter could no longer contain his anger.

In their efforts to protect the mountains and forests, countless comrades were wounded and bled.

As a result, it's impossible to guard against everything; there are always those who don't follow the rules and cause trouble.

With red eyes, he rushed forward.

He grabbed the collar of the hiker who still had a lighter hanging around his neck, and pulled hard, causing the other person to stumble.

"You fucking bastard!"

The young firefighter roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage.

The hiker was startled when his collar was grabbed.

But upon seeing that the other person was a young man, the hiker seemed to stiffen his neck in an attempt to hide his unease.

He struggled violently and began to loudly argue his case.

"What are you doing? Let go!"

The hiker was unconvinced and even glared at him, shouting:

"It's just a cigarette butt! We didn't do it on purpose!"

"Besides, aren't you here to put out a fire?"

"Why not just kill it? What's the big deal? Is it really necessary to resort to violence? I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

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Hearing such arrogant and ignorant words...

The firefighters nearby clenched their fists in anger, wishing they could go up and beat him up.

"You still dare to make sarcastic remarks?" the young firefighter gritted his teeth.

Just then.

A rough hand reached out and patted the young firefighter on the shoulder.

"Let him go."

The fire chief walked over, his voice terrifyingly low.

Although the young firefighter was angry, he obeyed orders, released his grip, and stepped aside.

The hiker straightened his crumpled collar, thinking the team leader was there to reason with him, and snorted, preparing to say a few more tough words.

however.

Upon hearing the hiker's comment, "What's the big deal?", the fire chief sneered.

He stepped forward but did not make a move.

He simply looked at the stubborn traveler with an extremely indifferent gaze.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a dead person.

That cold gaze sent a chill down the traveler's spine, and the words that were about to come out stuck in his throat.

"What's the big deal?"

The fire chief stared at him and told him in a calm tone about the news they had just received regarding the discovery of a nuclear bomb underground.

"Do you think you only burned down a forest?"

The fire chief said quietly:

"This time, not only are you finished, but we're finished too."

He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Mushroom Village not far away.

On the horizon over there, the fire is rapidly engulfing the vegetation.

"Because of this fire, it's about to spread to that village."

"Burned underground is a mushroom-shaped egg with a yield of at least a million units."

"That thing is a deadly weapon capable of leveling an entire city."

The fire chief's voice was not loud.

But every word felt like a thousand pounds, slamming heavily onto the heads of these hikers.

Megaton-level yield.

Mushroom eggs.

The meaning behind these two words together is clear to any normal person.

The hiker who was stubbornly arguing just a second ago suddenly widened his eyes.

His lips began to tremble, and his face lost all color.

After saying this, the fire chief turned around and added another sentence.

"Of course, if we manage to survive, you're finished too."

"A minimum of ten years."

To know.

Starting a fire in a forest area with clear no-fire signs led to this crisis.

This behavior by the other party will take at least ten years.

This is not as simple as being suspected of setting fire to the forest; it is a real crime of endangering public safety.

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I heard the last sentence.

At that moment, the hiker's legs went weak.

He didn't even have the strength to support his body, and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

His mind went blank, filled only with endless fear and despair.

The fire chief didn't even glance at him.

He turned his head and looked at the raging fire.

Will there be a miracle?