You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

Yip's Fine Chemicals Plant covers an area of ​​over 200 acres and is one of the largest fine chemical production bases in East China.

At 9 p.m., Lin Chen's RS7 was parked outside the factory gate.

The entire factory has been evacuated, all workers and engineers have been removed, and the huge factory area is deserted, with only the low-frequency hum of various mechanical equipment running.

The factory area was brightly lit by the lights, casting dense shadows on the huge storage tanks and crisscrossing pipes.

Lin Chen got out of the car, put on his Bluetooth headset, and opened the 3D pipeline network diagram of the factory area that Ye Qingcheng had just sent him on his phone.

The amount of data is enormous; it would take an average engineer at least a whole day to process all these drawings.

Lin Chen scanned it for three seconds.

[God-level Architectural Mastery] and [God-level Chemistry Knowledge] are operating simultaneously.

The entire structure of the chemical plant was instantly modeled in his mind. The route of every pipeline, the location of every valve, the storage point of every chemical raw material, and the theoretical explosion range were all clearly defined.

He already had the answer in his heart.

If fireworks want to create a chain of explosions that could affect half of Jiangcheng, their options are actually very limited.

Although this chemical plant stores a large amount of hazardous chemicals, it was designed with explosion-proof zones in mind, and there are multiple layers of physical isolation between the various workshops.

The only way to break through these barriers and create a full-blown chain reaction is to use a central reactor.

The central reactor is the core of the entire plant, the intersection of all raw material pipelines.

Once a violent thermochemical reaction occurs here, the high-temperature, high-pressure gas will spread in all directions along the pipeline network, successively detonating the storage tanks in each workshop.

Like pushing over the first domino.

The fireworks will definitely be held here.

Lin Chen put away his phone and strode into the factory area.

He didn't check for bombs that might be hidden in the corners. The factory was too big, and searching every inch of it in four hours was simply unrealistic. Besides, since Yan Huo dared to send out a warning, his arrangements must have been extremely well concealed.

Instead of searching for a needle in a haystack to find the bomb, we should address the root cause.

You want to use the central reactor as the detonation point?

Then I'll turn this trigger point into your grave.

He went straight to the main control room.

The factory's automated control system is a German-imported DCS distributed control system with a twelve-digit access password and dual firewalls.

Lin Chen sat in front of the control panel, his fingers landing on the keyboard.

[God-level hacking skills] activated.

The data stream on the screen churned wildly, and seventeen seconds later, he had completely taken over the highest level of system privileges.

He now has control over all valves, pumps, and temperature control systems.

Lin Chen's fingers flew across the keyboard, inputting a series of precise operation commands into the system.

His first step was to shut off the gate valves of the material pipelines connecting the central reactor to all other workshops.

It's not a software shutdown, but rather the driving of a hydraulic motor that forces the physical valves to shut down completely.

The pipeline was completely cut off, so even if an explosion occurred inside the reactor, the shock wave and high-temperature gas could not spread to other areas along the pipeline network.

dead end.

The second step is even more crucial.

There are four industrial water tanks, each with a capacity of 200 tons, surrounding the central reactor. These were originally used for emergency cooling.

Lin Chen first emptied all four water tanks using the system, then turned on the transfer pump for the high-concentration industrial caustic soda solution in the adjacent raw material warehouse, injecting thousands of tons of strong alkali into the four water tanks.

What is the chemical nature of white phosphorus?

It is an extremely reactive non-metallic element that spontaneously combusts in air and undergoes a violent oxidation reaction upon contact with human fat, reaching temperatures of thousands of degrees Celsius.

But white phosphorus has a fatal nemesis.

Strong alkali.

High concentrations of sodium hydroxide solution will undergo a saponification reaction with white phosphorus, converting it into harmless phosphate and glycerol.

This reaction is extremely fast and irreversible.

No matter how sophisticated the targeted thermosensitive white phosphorus microcapsules for fireworks are, they are still essentially white phosphorus.

As soon as the temperature inside the reactor rises, Lin Chen opens the valves of the four alkaline storage tanks simultaneously. Thousands of tons of strong alkaline liquid will be instantly poured into the reactor under the action of gravity, completely saponifying and decomposing all the white phosphorus microcapsules.

All operations are complete.

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, checked the system parameters, and walked out of the control room after confirming that everything was in order.

He did not leave.

He moved a plastic chair used by workers and placed it on an open space 20 meters in front of the central reactor, then sat down.

Then he took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

The bluish-white smoke rose slowly in the night breeze, creating an eerie contrast with the surrounding steel jungle of pipes and valves.

At 10 p.m., a cold wind howled through the empty factory area.

11 o'clock.

11:30.

Lin Chen sat there, smoking one cigarette after another, as calmly as if he were enjoying the cool air in his own backyard.

A small circle of cigarette butts had already accumulated around my feet.

Su Qingge's reports occasionally came through the earphones.

"No abnormalities were found in the surrounding area, and infrared thermal imaging scans of the factory area did not detect any human heat sources."

"He's already inside."

Lin Chen exhaled a puff of smoke.

"It's just that it's well hidden."

The clock ticked away, second by second.

Eleven fifty-eight.

11:59.

Lin Chen stubbed out his last cigarette.

Midnight.

The overhead lights suddenly all went out.

The entire chemical plant was plunged into darkness.

Then, on the maintenance walkway about thirty meters above the reactor, a blinding flashlight shone.

A thin figure wearing a fully enclosed hazmat suit and a gas mask stood by the railing of the corridor, the beam of a flashlight shining directly into Lin Chen's face.

Lin Chen neither squinted nor stood up.

He simply raised his head slightly, looking at the ghost-like figure thirty meters above.

A burst of laughter, altered by a voice changer and accompanied by a hissing sound, came from above.

"Lin Chen, you actually just sit here alone waiting to die."

The sound of the fireworks was filled with excitement and frenzy.

"I thought you were going to bring a hundred SWAT officers to use a human wave tactic."

"I never expected you to choose to face my art alone."

His tone carried a morbid lament, a sense of the difficulty of finding a kindred spirit.

"You are the most qualified person I have ever met to appreciate my work, so I have decided to dedicate my most perfect masterpiece to you."

He raised his right hand.

In his hand was a small, silver-white remote control.

"At the cooling system interface of the central reactor, I hid a full fifty kilograms of targeted, heat-sensitive white phosphorus microcapsules, ten times the concentration used to kill Richard."

"As long as I press this button, this chemical plant, this city, will be reborn in my fireworks."

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling, filled with a twisted sense of holiness.

"Witness, Lin Chen. Witness the most perfect art of destruction!"

His thumb pressed down hard.