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As noon approached, a young man carrying a large backpack over a meter long climbed to the top of the hill from the south slope.
In front of the safe house, he opened the backpack and took out a device that resembled a gun.
"Make way!" he called out. As the crowd parted, he positioned the nozzle of the device just a few centimeters from the outer wall of the safe house.
This was a Flame Cutter. Once activated, the nozzle of the Cutting Machine would spray a mixture of Acetylene and Oxygen gas. Igniting this mixture could reach temperatures of three thousand degrees Celsius on metal surfaces. Such high temperatures could oxidize and burn through metal, achieving the purpose of cutting.
Seeing the young man pull out the Flame Cutter, several people nearby gathered around, eager to see if he could cut through the outer wall of the safe house. The young man calmly pressed the button on the Cutting Machine.
Hiss!
Red flames erupted from the nozzle of the Cutting Machine, instantly sending sparks flying against the wall. However, after several minutes had passed, there was no sign of a breach in the outer wall as he had anticipated.
The young man furrowed his brow in confusion and muttered to himself, "That's strange. Normally, I can cut through five-centimeter thick steel plates in just over ten seconds with this thing. What kind of material is this wall made of that it won't cut after all this time?"
After another ten minutes, he turned off the Cutting Machine. At this point, those around him leaned in closer to observe the area that had just been cut.
To their astonishment, they found that aside from a slight blackening, there were no visible dents or damage on that section of the wall. The young man's eyes widened in surprise; he had cut through countless steel plates and sheets before with this Cutting Machine. Each time it was quick and effective—he had never encountered such a situation.
He stepped forward and tapped on the wall with his finger, deep in thought: "This wall is definitely not made of ordinary steel; it must be some kind of high-tech material."
Seeing that the Flame Cutter was ineffective against the wall, disappointment spread across everyone's faces. After observing for a while longer, they shook their heads and began to disperse.
As evening approached, Wang Fugui stood not far away, watching these people in front of the safe house. He had initially thought that once they realized they couldn't break into the safe house, they would leave and return to their original dwellings on the mountain. However, to his surprise, most chose to stay overnight on the mountain, with only a few deciding to leave.
Among them, those with severe symptoms were naturally beyond help; most of them were lying on the ground, unable to do anything.
As for those with milder symptoms, they gathered in small groups, showing no signs of wanting to leave.
Upon reflection, it wasn't surprising. Those who would risk their lives to cross through toxic gas and trek up a mountain for a video whose authenticity was hard to discern were likely people who had already reached the end of their rope.
Their own food supplies had probably been exhausted, and even if they returned to their previous shelter, they could only sit there and wait for death.
In contrast, staying at the mountaintop where the concentration of toxic gas was lower seemed like a much wiser choice.
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