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

The red indicator light on the remote control lit up.

The signal was sent.

A muffled sound came from inside the reactor.

"Pfft—pfft pfft—"

That was the sound of the white phosphorus microcapsules undergoing a violent oxidation reaction at high temperatures after being remotely activated.

Yan Huo stood on the 30-meter-high maintenance walkway, arms outstretched, head tilted back, eyes closed, waiting for the towering flame to illuminate his face.

He waited for ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

Instead, a long hissing sound came from the direction of the reactor, as if a large amount of liquid was rushing into the sealed space at high speed.

Immediately afterwards, the pressure relief valve at the top of the reactor was opened, and a stream of white foam with an alkaline odor sprayed out with a "puff".

It wasn't a devastating fire.

It was clumps of white foam.

Like putting too much laundry detergent in the washing machine.

The flames' arms froze in mid-air, maintaining that posture of embracing destruction.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the white foam that kept rising from the reactor, his expression twisted to the extreme behind the mask.

"No...it's impossible..."

He looked down and frantically pressed the buttons on the remote control repeatedly.

Once, twice, five times, ten times.

The reactor continued to spew out more foam, and the overflowing alkali flowed down the outer wall of the reactor, pooling into a white puddle on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of soapy water.

On the open ground below, Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, legs crossed.

He took out his cigarette pack from his pocket, found it was empty, so he casually crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the foam at his feet.

Then he looked up at the figure on the verge of collapse thirty meters above, his tone languid, as if he were chatting with a neighbor.

"Have you pressed enough?"

Yan Huo trembled violently, and even the voice changer couldn't mask the sharpness and distortion in his voice.

"This is impossible! My white phosphorus microcapsules are military-grade! Fifty kilograms of high-purity, targeted, thermosensitive white phosphorus, with an activation temperature accurate to 0.1 degrees Celsius! How could they fail!"

"It's still valid."

Lin Chen stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his pants.

"Your white phosphorus has indeed been activated, and it has indeed begun the oxidation reaction."

He pointed to the still bubbling reactor, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"But four hours ago, I replaced all the water tanks around the reactor with a high-concentration sodium hydroxide solution."

"Your white phosphorus had just begun to oxidize at high temperatures when thousands of tons of strong alkaline solution were already poured in."

"The white phosphorus saponification reaction is covered in high school chemistry textbooks."

"The reaction products are sodium phosphate and glycerol, both of which are harmless substances."

Lin Chen's voice turned colder.

"Your fifty kilograms of white phosphorus microcapsules have now turned into a pile of soap bubbles."

He paused for a moment and tilted his head.

"Your chemistry is worse than a middle school student's, in my eyes."

The fireworks in the aisle froze completely.

There was silence for a full five seconds.

Then, a roar like that of a wild beast on its deathbed erupted from deep within his throat.

"ah--!"

The voice, filled with extreme anger, humiliation, and resentment, echoed through the empty factory area.

He slammed the remote control to his feet, turned and rushed toward the iron ladder at the end of the maintenance corridor, frantically plunging down it with a clanging sound.

He did not choose to run away immediately.

He chose to kill.

The fireworks leaped down the last few steps of the walkway, and the moment they landed, their hands had already pulled a long, metallic, tubular object from behind their hazmat suits.

The thing looked like an extended water gun, but it was entirely silver-gray with extremely thick walls and three concentric precision nozzles at the front.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes.

[Amazing chemical knowledge] instantly provided the judgment.

That's not a water gun.

It was a specially modified high-pressure injector, and the liquid inside, judging from the slightly yellowish residue left on the edge of the nozzle, was aqua regia.

The ultimate corrosive agent is a mixture of hydrochloric acid and nitric acid in a 3:1 ratio.

It can dissolve gold and platinum. When sprayed on a person, the skin, muscles, and bones will be completely melted within seconds.

"I'll make you watch your body melt away bit by bit!"

The sound of the fireworks had completely changed; it no longer possessed the elegance and composure of an artist, but was instead the madness of a beast driven to the brink of despair.

He picked up the aqua regia sprayer, aimed it at Lin Chen, and pulled the trigger.

"laugh--!"

A high-pressure column of pale yellow liquid, carrying a pungent acidic odor, shot directly toward Lin Chen's chest.