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Zhong Cheng quickly caught up and stopped the two just before they turned the corner.

He shouted sternly, "I called you, why didn't you stop?!"

Boom!

The two stopped, and a serious look appeared in the eyes of Wang Hai and the other comrade.

They've already successfully rescued the person from the cell; all that's left is to pass through this iron gate to leave the prison area.

Who would have thought that they would be stopped by an official?

Wang Hai hurriedly turned around, a respectful and ingratiating smile appearing in his eyes, and even took a mask from the cart and handed it over.

He said with concern, "There might be a malaria outbreak in the prison. It would be safer for you to wear a mask."

Zhong Cheng paused for a moment, then turned to look at the others; everyone was wearing masks.

Only then did he take the mask and put it on, fearing that he might actually be infected with malaria.

He asked again in a deep voice, "I'm asking you a question. I told you to stop, why didn't you listen?"

His gaze swept over the two men in protective suits, especially lingering on their waists for a moment.

Only after confirming that there was no bulging or concealment of a gun did they look away.

Wang Hai hurriedly replied, "I'm so sorry, sir. Please forgive me, the scene was too chaotic, so I didn't hear it. I stopped immediately after I heard it."

Her voice sounded aggrieved, as if she really hadn't heard it.

After all, a raging fire was burning in the cell, and the prisoners in the other cells were shouting and yelling.

The gang members, in particular, were excitedly yelling and whistling.

Even the prison guards were loudly directing the fire hoses to be taken upstairs to put out the fire.

The scene was truly chaotic; it's okay if you didn't hear it.

Zhong Cheng nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two enormous iron barrels.

He even lifted his mask, stretched his neck, and smelled the odor.

Wang Hai hurriedly explained, "Sir, the barrel contains alcohol for disinfection."

"Disinfection?" Zhong Cheng squinted, staring at the huge iron barrel and examining it carefully.

He came from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and was unaware of whether alcohol could disinfect against malaria.

But he knew that such a large metal barrel could hold an adult!

This is the top floor of the prison, where underground party members and democrats are imprisoned.

Therefore, the regulations are particularly strict.

Zhong Cheng rushed over in the middle of the night just to make sure there were no oversights in this prison area.

When they arrived and saw the fire, their suspicions deepened.

He ordered in a deep voice, "Open the bucket!"

"Open it?" Wang Hai and his comrade were stunned, their hearts leaping into their throats.

This is a prison, a den of wolves where the enemy imprisons our comrades.

Once their identity is exposed, it's like walking into a trap; there's simply no chance of escape.

Moreover, to avoid being detected, they didn't even bring guns.

After all, prisons are heavily guarded, so even if someone brings in a submachine gun...

Besides increasing the risk of exposure, it does nothing to help save lives.

Sandbags were piled up at the entrance of Tilanqiao Prison, and two machine guns were mounted there.

There are constant patrols, and armed prison guards stand watch on the watchtowers.

Even with submachine guns, they couldn't break through.

He carried only two boxes of matches.

One box is for starting a fire when rescuing someone.

The other box was for when his identity was discovered by the enemy, so he would ignite the alcohol and perish together with the enemy to create chaos.

Wang Hai hurriedly explained, "Sir, alcohol evaporates when it comes into contact with air, which will affect the effectiveness."

Zhong Cheng frowned deeply and shouted in a deep voice, "Open it!"

Whether it evaporates or not, he doesn't care; what he cares about is checking if anyone is hiding in the bucket.

Another comrade hesitated for a moment before carefully opening the iron barrel.

Zhong Cheng immediately climbed onto the cart, removed the lid, and checked the situation.

Suddenly, a pungent smell of alcohol assaulted his senses, and he quickly leaned back.

I covered my nose and saw that there was still more than half a bucket of alcohol left, and I could see the bottom of the bucket.

Then he jumped down.

Turning to another metal barrel, he sternly ordered, "Open it!"

Wang Hai quickly weighed the options in his mind, then slowly climbed onto the cart, preparing to open the lid of the iron bucket.

But no one saw that a dagger was hidden on top of the iron barrel.

In a critical situation, he would use a dagger to take the highest-ranking officer present hostage and threaten to leave the prison.

They wouldn't take this step unless absolutely necessary.

Because once they take action, it will prove that Chen Muzheng and Zhang Hailin have defected to the underground party.

Tonight's disinfection is a setup.

However, being forced to open the lid now is practically the same as doing it yourself.

Once the comrade hidden in the bucket is discovered, the other party will understand everything.

The fact that someone in the prison was acting as an accomplice exposed the scheme.

Whether they physically hijack the hostage or the comrades inside the bucket are discovered, the outcome is the same.

Wang Hai's hands appeared to be opening a lid, but in reality, they were gripping a dagger.

Once you've confirmed the target's location with the corner of your eye, you're ready to strike first.

They kidnapped someone with a knife and then took the opportunity to escape.

This is currently the only feasible solution.

Just as they were about to make their move, a loud shout came from nearby: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Hailin rushed over and shouted, "Put the lid back on right now! Are you guys looking to get yourselves killed?"

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes were bloodshot, making him look like he was about to kill someone.

Zhong Cheng turned his head and saw his colleague rushing over, then narrowed his eyes.

"Section Chief Zhang, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to inspect the metal drum, why are you stopping me?"

Do you know what's in that bucket?

"Alcohol."

"Knowing it was alcohol, you still opened it. Do you think we're too old to live, or that the fire isn't big enough?"

Zhang Hailin's eyes widened, looking both embarrassed and angry.

He said angrily, "There's a huge fire burning in the prison area right now. If the alcohol gets on fire, everyone in the prison area will die!"

"Uh..." Zhong Cheng was stunned. He had only been thinking about checking if anyone was hiding in the bucket, and had forgotten about this.

Or rather, he believed that there was a person hidden in the bucket and no alcohol, which is why he demanded an inspection.

However, when he opened the bucket, it did indeed contain alcohol, which made him a little unsure.

Zhang Hailin waved his hand impatiently, saying, "What are you two standing there for? Push the alcohol outside! If it catches fire, we're all doomed!"

"Oh, yes!" Wang Hai hurriedly closed the lid, respectfully acknowledged, and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Zhong Cheng raised his hand to stop him, "I haven't checked yet!"

Zhang Hailin narrowed his eyes, a flash of anger crossing his face.

He was only in charge of sanitation; he really had no right to stop the head of the security department from investigating.

But once the bucket was opened, he was finished!

Turning his head to point at the raging fire, he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "If the alcohol ignites and the fire spreads, will you bear all the responsibility?!"

Zhong Cheng paused, a look of hesitation on his face.

Within the Kuomintang reactionary system, the benefits were theirs, while the blame was placed on others.

Making him take responsibility is definitely not an option.

If the two barrels of alcohol were to actually ignite, things would get out of hand, and he couldn't afford the consequences.

Zhang Hailin's eyes darted around: "Go ahead and investigate, but let me make this clear beforehand: everyone saw that it was Section Chief Zhong who ordered the inspection. If it causes an even bigger fire, it will all be his responsibility!"

After saying that, he stood aside with his arms crossed, looking like he was watching a show.

The surrounding prison guards looked at each other, not daring to say anything.

Zhong Cheng's face turned pale and then red. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and waved his hand, saying, "Get out! Get out now!"

Wang Hai breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly pushed his cart away.

Zhong Cheng wanted to follow them, but decided to check once they reached a safe place outside.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed his arm: "Section Chief Zhong, quick, quick...!"