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A night passed, and when the sun rose the next day, Wang Fugui emerged from the tent early, eager to check on the people who had gone up the mountain yesterday.
Arriving at the clearing in the South, Wang Fugui noticed that most of those who had shown severe symptoms were already lifeless. Scattered across the ground were more than a dozen bodies. A few others appeared pale, struggling to breathe, and it seemed they wouldn't last much longer.
Only those with milder symptoms had gathered around the safe house, wielding tools and busily working without pause.
Two hours later, a middle-aged man appeared from the slope of the South, accompanied by several others who were collectively carrying a large box about two meters long. When they reached the front of the safe house, the man set the box down and took out its contents.
It was a Laser Cutter, its steel frame painted red, with a metallic cutting head that gleamed in the sunlight. Together, they moved the Cutting Machine to a spot half a meter away from the safe house.
One of them picked up the cutting head and pressed it firmly against the outer wall of the safe house. After pressing the start button, he began to drag the cutting head along, slowly moving across the wall.
The principle of this Laser Cutter was that it emitted laser beams from the cutting head to illuminate the surface of materials. The laser could quickly melt materials, allowing them to be cut through.
Minutes passed as the cutting head glided over the surface, leaving only faint scorch marks behind; there was no visible cut or breach at all. The group felt increasingly puzzled as they took turns trying; after nearly an hour of effort, they finally gave up entirely, sitting down in disappointment with sighs.
Seeing that even with the Laser Cutter they couldn't make any progress on that wall left many feeling a sense of despair. What kind of material was this building made of? It seemed impossible to cut through at all.
If only they had known it would be like this, they would never have come to this mountain in the first place. Now they had to retrace their steps through toxic gas again—what a waste.
In the following days, more advanced cutting equipment was brought up the mountain: Water Jet Cutters, Plasma Cutters, and several new types of Cutting Machines. However, regardless of which one was used, none could leave even a millimeter of cut on that outer wall of the safe house.
The house stood like an unshakeable fortress of steel, instilling a sense of hopelessness in those who dared to challenge it.
That noon, Wang Fugui approached the safe house and addressed a few men sitting on the ground. "Brothers, have you made any progress these past few days? Are we close to breaking into the house?"
The men looked dejected and shook their heads in frustration. "Don't even mention it. We have no idea what kind of material this house is made of."
They had tried various advanced cutting equipment, but not even a scratch could be made on its surface.
As they discussed their attempts with Wang Fugui, it became clear that despite using some of the most cutting-edge technology available, they were still at a loss against the house.
At that moment, one of the men furrowed his brow, deep in thought, and spoke up. "Do you think maybe our approach is wrong?"
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