After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

I had no time to care for him.

The flames were exceptionally fierce, with the high-energy release from the oil fueling the fire, and the rising black smoke obscured the line of sight.

Moreover, through the black smoke, Fang Huai actually saw several figures in camouflage uniforms flitting about on the second floor.

Something was amiss.

Actually, Fang Huai could have quickly charged up there to catch them, since the oil fire was only burning in some areas at the moment, and the warehouse was so large that the gasoline prepared by Hu Peizhou wasn’t enough to engulf it entirely. A mere dash of seven or eight steps would have taken him out of the oil-covered area.

But Fang Huai and his group were solving a puzzle, they could only play by the rules, and he was indeed taking it very seriously.

The first step, crossing the passageway covered with the burning oil, took about two minutes.

Once through, the entire space started to become clear.

It turned out to be a factory area; the equipment had already been completely dismantled, leaving behind only some traces. The ceiling of the shed was very high, at least ten meters up, with several rooms on the second floor.

Hu Peizhou still wasn’t able to stir up something big, was he?

Fang Huai chuckled to himself.

But the laughter came too soon.

Just as they exited the fire area, they saw the same few people suddenly running down from upstairs, with the last one holding a wooden stick and shouting:

"Fire! Fire!"

At the corner of the second-floor corridor, the person with the wooden stick blatantly took out a lighter under their watchful eyes and lit the stick.

The stick seemed to be soaked in oil; it burst into flames, scorching the person’s hand and causing the stick to drop to the ground.

The evacuating people all froze on the spot.

Then, that person quickly picked up the stick and threw it into the deeper corridor.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

A long trail of fire, following the direction of the gasoline, quickly rose up on the entire second floor.

As if revived, the group started descending the stairs again, sprinting towards them.

"Fire! Fire!"

The four who had come in were all stunned.

Are you freaking kidding me? You’re quite economical with the fuel! Waiting for us to come in before lighting it, is that okay with you?

Using gasoline to start a fire creates a fierce blaze, but because it burns too fiercely, the fire also dies down quickly. Hence, igniting it the moment they entered would achieve maximum difficulty for fire suppression.

"The fire has spread! There are chemical products inside! Toxic! Hurry up and put out the fire!"

A few culprit NPCs shouted these reminders for the exam question, jumping down from a platform over a meter high next to them, and rushed out of the factory building.

Heh, mere child’s play.

Everyone present thought so.

This kind of exercise could only go to this extent. They probably used such a large, open factory area because they also feared that the fire could get out of control if it spread.

"First up to the second floor on the left, remove the potassium cyanide! Remember, this substance cannot come into contact with water, especially steam!"

Fang Huai spoke, and the others quickly replied:

"Okay! What does it look like?"

"White crystalline powder! There should be indications, they wouldn’t use the real thing! But don’t touch it with your bare hands! Real potassium cyanide, if you get it on you, will cause major trouble!"

"Alright! Let’s go!"

The group was just about to head for the second-floor stairs.

"Boom!!"

In a room on the second floor to the right, a violent explosion sounded, and suddenly a burst of fire surged out, twisting the flames that were already on the corridor.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The fire continued to make roaring sounds as it fiercely shot outward.

A large amount of dust fell from above their heads.

All four of them were somewhat stunned.

Number 20 even let out a loud shout, "Shit! Are they playing for real?!"

Fang Huai saw the dust and felt the real danger, quickly pulling Number 20 by the arm.

"Watch out above, move fast!"

"Damn, there’s not going to be an explosion in the stairwell, is there?"

"Shouldn’t be! The trimethyl borate on that side is liquid. Under high temperature, its vapors mixing with air could potentially cause an explosion, but potassium cyanide is solid. It won’t explode; it’ll only release toxic gas! Now they’re setting traps everywhere, and we must quickly and decisively remove some critical threats to stand a chance at breaking through!

Potassium cyanide reacts with water vapor to release a large amount of toxicity! And it can cause significant ecological problems!

So until we resolve this issue, we can’t recklessly use water.

Trimethyl borate is flammable and explosive at high temperatures, and inhalation is harmful to the body as well!

The combustion of heavy oil produces extremely high temperatures! We must resolve the toxic materials as quickly as possible, allowing the fire attack team to enter the heavy oil area to extinguish the fire! Outside they must be timing us – once the time is up, this warehouse will be turned to ashes by the fire and explosions!"

As Fang Huai was speaking, they had already reached the second floor.

The fire in the corridor completely blocked their way.

And the room where the potassium cyanide was placed was right in the middle of the fire path.

The potassium cyanide was surely fake, but the fire was real.

If they in their protective suits went to face the open flames, those under the suits would likely suffer greatly.

Moreover, if the protective suits were burnt through and they came into contact with the cyanide, it would definitely be considered a failure.

Fortunately, they were prepared.

"Flame Retardant Blanket!"

With a loud shout from Fang Huai, the four of them set down their backpacks and took out the still-sealed flame-retardant aluminum blankets.

They were large and new.

It wasn’t clear which squadron from Daxing Firefighting came to assist, but many pieces of new, sealed equipment on their truck were taken down and opened by them, including two sets of protective suits and a fire-fighting suit, with the delivery dates on the oil-paper packaging marked as ’07, indicating newly issued gear.

Now they still had to wear the brand-new protective suits and face the test of open flames, wondering whether their squadron leaders would curse them out when they got back.

Four little orange men, draped in flame retardant blankets, charged in.

The advantage of Level 2 protective suits was their lightness and airtightness, with the air supply fit inside the suits. The downside was they aren’t very heat-insulating and slightly self-heating. Under the high temperature, fog quickly gathered in front of everyone’s visors.

Their visibility wasn’t very clear, and the recent explosion left everyone with trepidation, making them a bit more cautious in their movements.

They were sure that Captain Hu wouldn’t dare to pull any stunts right in front of them, but they truly feared those clumsy logistics personnel could have accidentally left some real explosives here.

It could be said that the logistics soldier who earlier carelessly dropped a fire stick on the ground had significantly raised their vigilance.

On the right side of the second floor were seven or eight doors; they checked each room one by one until eventually, Number 3 stopped in front of one room, wiped his visor, and shouted:

"Here, here! It looks like it’s written on the door, Area Number 3!"

"Can you open the door?"

"Clang, clang." A tentative attempt.

"Can’t open it!"

Fang Huai stepped back and bellowed, "Move aside!"

A forward kick.

"Bang!"

"Cool!" Number 3 exclaimed in admiration.

In the room, there were a dozen boxes labeled "Potassium cyanide" with a marker.

Number 20 asked, "Shit, that much? What do we do? Carry them out directly?"

Fang Huai stood with hands on hips and sighed.

These people, really covering the pluck of a two-stringed fiddle—it’s absurd.

Potassium cyanide these days is calculated by the gram; its crystallization and evaporation are quite troublesome, and the raw materials are quite expensive. They are sold in test tubes, a small tube costing several hundred. Are you telling me there are dozens of boxes? If there truly were that many, wouldn’t the factory director come rushing in, personally clad in stockings to save them?

"Move it, move! Cover them with flame retardant blankets! Be careful of the oil on the ground! Slippery!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

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Back and forth, again and again.

With every trip, the protective suits changed color.

The color also became gradually dull due to the baking heat.

Fortunately, the burning gasoline in the hallway didn’t come across anything flammable, and the fire began to shrink. After several trips, their clothes had not been baked through.

But the support drivers, seeing the new suits discolor, had a look of pain in their eyes that nearly spilled out.

Special combat suits are precious! They’re normally kept in the vehicle, well-maintained. When have they ever been so abused?

Those outside, seeing them come out, wanted to take the boxes. Fang Huai didn’t dare let them touch them and shouted at them to stand back.

After four trips, the boxes were finally completely carried out by several people and placed on an inner patch of open ground.

Once everything was moved, the men were drenched in sweat. During the move, no one dared to use water to cool down, and they even deliberately avoided areas with water, fearing the production of steam.

Only then did Fang Huai walk to the decontamination area at the entrance of the factory area, spread his arms, and let the water stream fiercely wash over the protective suit.

Even through the clothing, the water’s temperature could be felt, and the body’s heat dissipated gradually.

After a while of cooling down.

"Monitoring team! Come and check me! Then inspect the boxes, see if any toxic gases have leaked!"

"Okay!"

After the four were decontaminated, a voice came from the monitoring area.

"No toxic gases detected!"

Fang Huai then thought about arranging for firefighting.

Who knew Fox would finally speak up loudly, "Hold on!"

All movement stopped.

Fox walked over with a flashlight in hand.

"The four who attacked from the inside, take off your protective suits and come here!"

The four quickly stripped off their suits and assembled, while Fox turned on a purple-light emitting flashlight, scanning over everyone’s body.

Fang Huai couldn’t help but smack his lips.

Damn, I didn’t know about this trick! That box just now definitely had fluorescent powder for tracking!

But he still felt quite confident.

All the way out, he didn’t let anyone touch that box...

"Did you touch the box with your hands?"

Fox’s voice came suddenly, interrupting his reverie.

Number 11 widened his eyes. "No!"

Fox shook his head, "Think carefully."

No need to think, Fang Huai had already figured it out.

"Number 11, after you took your suit off, did you touch the flame retardant blanket?"

Number 11 was stunned; after a long moment, he stammered, "I... handed it to the monitoring team. This is their equipment, it should be returned properly!"

Fox showed a smile that caught someone’s fault and waved at the two from monitoring, "You two, come here!"

After a round of checks, Number 27 from the monitoring team also had fluorescent powder on his hands. They had removed their gloves when operating the small buttons on the devices, which were troublesome to press.

"Sacrifice two!" Fox shouted.

At this, the other person from the monitoring team hurriedly put their gloves back on.

Fang Huai felt extremely disappointed.

But a real toxic chemical fire incident is just like this; a single error can cost lives.

This wasn’t even a nuclear leak; otherwise, really entering the scene without knowledge meant almost certain death.

But he turned to see the others were also stunned, so he immediately clapped his hands and announced:

"He’s a factory director and doesn’t understand science! What sacrifice? If contaminated, go to the hospital for a check-up and treatment! It’s not certain death! Who’s issuing martyr titles if you declare death on the spot?

Everyone, don’t let this affect your morale!

The toxic alert has been lifted, everyone, immediately re-enter the warehouse, re-establish a water gun position, and advance into the heavy oil repository to cool it down!"

With that, everyone laughed, immediately feeling relieved, and began to dismantle the water distributor.

The other command groups also began arranging their forces with a smile:

"One main line will continue to be deployed around the factory area, another for the interior attack!"

Fang Huai’s unique skill was being able to quickly wipe the smiles off everyone’s faces.

Fox’s face fell.

In the distance, Hu Peizhou, with his arms folded, smiled.

This youngster, with such comprehensive abilities, was also talented in firefighting and quick to regulate emotions.

Fang Huai quickly donned his firefighting combat suit again and stood at the entrance to the factory area.

With a hose line set for an interior attack, a dozen combatants holding water guns and extending hoses stood in formation behind him.

Fang Huai glanced back and said:

"Focus on extinguishing the heavy oil fire first! Ensure the temperature inside the entire factory area is brought down before dealing with trimethyl borate!

The vapors produced from trimethyl borate at high temperatures are still harmful to humans, so everyone, put on your breathing apparatus!

Be cautious! This stuff isn’t likely to be fatally toxic, but there’s someone outside who’s eager to turn you into martyrs!"

"Hahaha, there’s no way he can turn us into martyrs!"

The soldiers laughed heartily behind Fang Huai as they entered the fire scene.

Hu Peizhou checked the time on his watch, nodded in satisfaction, and walked over to Fox, patting him on the shoulder.

"We’ve achieved our goal. Schedule a hazardous chemicals class tonight, and tomorrow, meet with the leadership."