Chapter 648

When he thought about it, he thought of Brother Yun. Today, he not only failed to find Brother Yun, but also damaged most of his subordinates. The culprit was Wan Qiang who was struggling in the fire. When he saw Wan Qiang's figure, his joy dissipated and his eyes became more gloomy. If he didn't worry about Wan Qiang's power, he would like to put out the fire, imprison him and cut off a piece of meat and wine on him every day.

In YY of middle-aged Xiaojing, Wan Qiang breaks a gap in the big net at the last moment, opens his hands, and the whole person stands up from the flame. The burning Wan Qiang slowly walks out of the flame like a human shaped pillar of fire. From time to time, fragments of fire fall from him, forming a small flame passage where he passes, just like a demon in an alien world.

Wan Qiang's clothes are all destroyed, and his skin and flesh are creaking with the fire. Wan Qiang's hands wipe off the sparks on his head. He opens his eyes and stares at the middle-aged Xiaojing not far away from him. He rushes to the middle-aged Xiaojing again with his burning head. He wants to tear him up.

"What the hell is he?"

Middle aged Xiaojing yells at him and runs back. All his men follow him. The direction of their escape is the grain depot. Only the grain depot is the strongest place here. It was poured with gasoline before, which is the last mace to fight with blood.

Middle aged Xiaojing's heart is dripping with blood. This granary is all his capital. Without it, he will be beaten back to his original shape. If sun Kefu hadn't come to him and asked him to take the lead and gather other small forces with great interests, he would not have dared to use such a big fortune to exchange for an opportunity to kill Wan Qiang.

A group of people rushed into the grain depot. Middle aged Xiaojing took the lead to run in front of him. When he got to the corner of the wall, he jumped into an underpass. The underpass was not big. It was the same size as a water tank, and it was smaller inside. He could only crawl inside. After climbing more than ten meters, there was a blazing heat behind him, and even two or three screams sounded behind him.

Without looking back, he also knew that Wan Qiang rushed into the grain depot and ignited the fire

"Boom..." there was a loud noise behind him, with a strong metal sound. The tunnel vibrated slightly. At this time, middle-aged Xiaojing was slightly relieved, and the final mechanism started.

In fact, the last mechanism is a steel door. For the safety of the grain depot, middle-aged Xiaojing worked hard to create an ancient ten thousand jin gate like thing, which could not be opened by rockets. At the beginning, it was hung at the door, pulled by countless fine hemp ropes, drenched with gasoline, and burned in case of fire.

Middle aged Xiaojing got out of the tunnel and looked at the direction of the grain depot with a lingering fear. The grain depot was surrounded by flames and was smoking black smoke. When he saw this, his heart was slightly down.

One by one, his subordinates came out of the tunnel with black faces. They looked up together with middle-aged Xiaojing. The number of people was increasing. When his subordinates came out, two-thirds of them did not show up. Middle aged Xiaojing didn't want to wait any longer and ordered his subordinates to pour a barrel of gasoline into the tunnel.

The roaring gasoline accumulated into a stream in the tunnel and flowed to the depth of the tunnel. One of his men took off his clothes to light it and threw it into the tunnel. The flame burst out of the tunnel and shot into the sky. The tongue of fire several meters high dispersed the people around him.

A few screams came from the tunnel. The sound was not long. The first sound was extinguished. There was a flame in the air. Without air, the sound could not be heard.

Everyone knows what those screams are. No one cares. They only care that they are still alive. As long as middle-aged Xiaojing fulfills his reward, they will become a relatively wealthy group in the gathering place.

The grain depot was burning in the flames, roaring intermittently. The gate was pounded and pounded continuously, making cracks in the cement coating on the wall near the gate.

The gap doesn't make middle-aged Xiaojing feel uneasy. He knows the footstep of the grain depot. The grain depot used to be a warehouse for storing dangerous goods. Everything and safety came first. Regardless of the cost, all kinds of materials were built according to the YONGGU fortification. The eight meter high building is particularly prominent in the gathering place.

After a long time, the howl died down slowly, only to see the tongue of fire coming out of the ventilation window six meters above the ground, with thick smoke in the tongue. The high temperature made the window frame soften and finally melt.

The temperature at which steel can be melted is not ordinary. Seeing this, middle-aged Xiaojing is completely relieved. It is difficult for Wanqiang to survive this time, but his heart is bleeding. This time, he has lost a lot of money.

As time goes by, the night is coming, and the flame is still burning, but it is much smaller. The cracks on the wall are gradually increasing, and the wall becomes brittle after being baked by high temperature.

There was a burning smell in the air. Smelling the smell, many poor people outside left their saliva. It was the smell of grain burning. Some people were watching in front of the door. When they saw the situation inside, they drew back their heads.

The middle-aged Xiaojing takes people to approach the burning grain depot slowly, wondering when the fire will go out. The steel door, which is made of all steel and gradually deformed, suddenly makes a loud noise. A deep bulge appears on the steel door, and then the loud noise comes. There are more and more bulges. The steel door is like a kneaded dough and slowly arches out of the door beam.None of the people present responded. After the steel door was deformed, it was not as tight as it had been. The door frame stuck in the steel door was baked brittle by high temperature, and large pieces of bluestone flaked off the wall.

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The ground trembled, and a tall figure stepped out of the grain depot. His whole body was scorched black, forming a layer of black shell. As he walked around, countless small black scorched shells fell from him, revealing the scarlet muscles inside. The muscle color exposed to the light was dim with the naked eye, and became his previous skin color.

That's Wan Qiang. He looks miserable, but his appearance is even more frightening. His body is black and his face is burning. He can't recognize his original facial features. Maybe he is burned by the smoke. He can't open his eyes and takes a deep breath. He determines the position of several people through his human taste.

Wan Qiang put two pieces of burnt grain in his mouth and rushed to middle-aged Xiaojing in a dull voice. Middle aged Xiaojing did not hesitate to turn around and run away. He lost all his cards and lost all his courage. Hula, and the men standing beside him also ran away. They didn't catch up with middle-aged Xiaojing. Their foundation was gone and their hearts were broken. They wanted to find a way for themselves, There is no way out for the middle-aged Xiaojing who is like a bereaved dog