Chapter 40: The World Has No Thieves (4)

  "This... is a bit too loud, if the police find out it won't be a joke!"

  "It's not a big deal, the police haven't arrived yet! Who's going to buy a mobile phone card? Remember, you must run far, far away and find a private small business hall without cameras to buy it. After buying it, don't make any calls, report the police immediately and dispose of it!"

  "Why? Everyone looked puzzled."

  "Come on, aren't you guys afraid of being caught by the police? Of course, we won't leave any clues for them! Stupid!"

  Everyone's face showed a look of sudden realization, and then it was a you little rascal expression. I chuckled to myself on the side.

  "I'm going! I'm going!" The monkey was the first to respond to my plan and rushed out of the restaurant, dashing off to who-knows-where.

  "Alright, leave the rest to me." I clenched my fist excitedly, didn't expect that just after returning to the country, something would be stirred up, probably in the future, the National Security Bureau will keep a closer eye on me! Let them watch, let them watch! With the attention of the National Security Bureau, I'm proud!

  After finishing all the preparations, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon. Under my gentle reminder, everyone cleaned up the store and made a sumptuous meal to welcome me back. In Africa for half a year, I either ate military dry rations or "nutritious meals" specially prepared by the army chef, which really tasted like chewing wax with salt, without any delicious words to say. Today, I finally got to eat authentic Chinese food again, and my happy tears almost flowed out. It's worth mentioning that those young chefs' skills are quite good, with four major cuisines having plenty of color, aroma, and flavor, very authentic taste. No wonder their business was so good at the beginning! I couldn't help but praise them highly, and they all had a proud smile on their faces.

  As a good chef, there's nothing more delightful than others praising his dishes as delicious.

  But the whole table of people and a table of fine food, really savoring, enjoying to the fullest is probably only me. Everyone has a face full of anxiety and worry, not being attracted by the food on the table at all. I smiled and didn't care about them, eating and drinking alone.

  It was past midnight, and the empty streets suddenly saw four or five vans arrive. With a screech of brakes, several vans stopped in front of a three-story wine building, and with a loud crash, the doors were opened, and dozens of people holding iron bars and knives poured out, slowly gathering at the entrance of the wine building.

  "Alarm!" I hung up the phone in my hand, put on the Ultraman mask I bought from a small stall in the afternoon, and adjusted the jacket I also bought from the carpet. Only then did I walk out of the hiding corner. And with one hand, I pulled out a beer bottle filled with gasoline from my pocket and ignited it with the lighter in my hand. This was the gasoline bomb I made this afternoon! After dinner, I had been thinking about how to make a bigger noise, and when I saw the motorcycles parked in the backyard of the restaurant and a pile of beer bottles stacked in the corner of the wall, I knew what to do.

  When the leader-like old man raised the iron rod in his hand to smash the hotel glass, I had already walked to the middle of the street and let out a loud shout. Everyone turned their heads to look at me, and without exception, they were all shocked by my appearance. I even saw that several people couldn't believe their eyes, rubbing their eye sockets vigorously.

  It's also true that wearing an Ultraman mask and holding a burning gasoline bottle is somewhat shocking.

  The guy in the lead abandoned the glass in front of him, walked to a place about 7 or 8 meters away from me and stopped. The subordinates behind him also slowly approached, their weapons shining with cold light under the streetlights. The leader opposite me raised the iron rod in his hand and shouted loudly: "Who are you? You're looking for death! Get out of here!"

  Across from me, forty or fifty burly men stood with knives and clubs in hand, but they didn't intimidate me at all. I wasn't the same person as six months ago, and how many of these so-called gangsters were truly fearless? When a gun was pointed at their heads, how many could remain expressionless? Even if there were some, I could easily take them down!

  I was too lazy to talk, so I directly threw the gasoline bottle in my hand at his feet. With a loud "boom", the bottle shattered and the gasoline inside splashed everywhere as it ignited, setting the pants of the leader and several people around him on fire, who were screaming and running wildly.

  At the same time, I quickly pulled out a second gasoline bottle from my pocket and watched the panicked crowd across the street "putting out the fire". Several big men finally managed to hold down the old man who was running around everywhere and several others who were also affected. They took off their shirts and tried to put out the flames on their legs by slapping them hard. Unexpectedly, there was a silly kid who, after turning around anxiously for a few circles, joined in with his machete, but ended up being kicked to the ground by someone and couldn't get up for a long time.

  No matter how fiercely it burns, after all, it's just ordinary gasoline. Before long, the flames on their legs were extinguished. I had thought of adding some "seasoning" to the gasoline can, but in the end, I decided not to, as it would have been too much trouble! With half a year of military training, I could easily manufacture all sorts of explosive devices. Using ordinary household items, I could create incredibly powerful explosives. As for gasoline bombs, all I needed to do was add a suitable amount of sulfuric acid and oxidizer to the gasoline, and the resulting fire would be impossible to extinguish, even in an oxygen-free environment. So, even if they used a fire extinguisher, it wouldn't have had any effect - they could only wait for it to burn itself out.

  If you add some chemicals with adhesive properties, its adhesion and lethality will be even stronger. This light yellow substance, when loaded into a container, will produce a very small explosive force, a real "gasoline bomb"! However, it is absolutely not to be casually exposed, once noticed by someone with ulterior motives, it will bring endless trouble.

  A group of people rushed to put out the fire, and the leader, who was lying on the ground, pointed at me and shouted loudly: "Come on, you damn well come, chop off this little bastard!"

  As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen big men waved their weapons and rushed up. I threw the gasoline bottle in my hand at the few people who were rushing forward, "Boom..." The fire tongue splashed everywhere, and several people stopped in their tracks, jumping around to avoid the flying fire tongue. However, the few people who were rushing forward were unfortunately hit, and the entire front row of troops suddenly stopped, and the formation was somewhat chaotic. But except for a few people who were hit, someone else tried to bypass the fire and rush forward again.

  I pulled out another gasoline bottle, lit it up and threw it at the advancing crowd. After throwing three in a row, I was left with only one last gasoline bottle in my hand.

  The several gasoline bottles thrown in front of me had formed a wall of fire, blocking everyone on the other side. Those guys were hiding behind the firewall, and no matter how their leader yelled and urged them, they hesitated to come forward. I held the last burning gasoline bottle, pointing at the hesitant thugs behind the firewall, making it clear that those who weren't afraid of death could come over. Unfortunately, they had already been intimidated by my gasoline bottles and were exchanging fearful glances. The wounded people sitting on the ground were the most realistic proof, with most of them suffering from leg burns, lying on the ground and wailing in pain. A few more seriously injured ones lay on the ground, howling loudly, having a great effect, as if they had been deeply stimulated by an atomic bomb.

  I snickered coldly, feeling secretly pleased with myself. You call this a black society? At most, it's just a group of small-time hooligans and thugs! Just then, I heard the distant sound of police sirens approaching. The time had come! I raised my hand, holding the gasoline bottle that was already half-burned, causing a wave of panic to erupt in front of me. With a flick of my wrist, I threw the burning gasoline bottle at the bank's entrance next door. Amidst the shattering glass and flying sparks, I turned around and ran towards a small alley behind me. Before they could react, I had already disappeared into the darkness.

  The crowd was stunned, and when they suddenly reacted to prepare for the chase, police sirens sounded on both sides of the street, and several police cars came from both sides of the main street, blocking both ends of the street.

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