She slipped around the machinery and found the side of the main engine.
Thick, high-pressure fuel pipes ran along it, carrying diesel.
Only a few lights shone in the corners of the bottom compartment, leaving it dim.
To make absolutely sure, she ran her hands over several pipes. The one that smeared oil all over her hands was the main line.
Then she undid the grenade's strap, pressed the Shaped-Charge Warhead firmly against the outside of the high-pressure fuel pipe, and secured it tightly with iron wire.
She had picked up the wire in the Storage Room earlier.
Once it was secured, only the final step remained.
The Anti-Tank Grenade used a fixed-delay fuse of three to four seconds.
She took a deep breath, pressed the grenade's firing lever, then spun around and sprinted back.
She had already checked the area around the machinery several times.
She knew where she could take cover.
A few seconds later, a brief, brilliant flash erupted deep in the engine room, accompanied by a muffled yet deafening explosion. The shaped-charge jet unleashed tremendous energy within the confined space.
Song Ning hid around a nearby corner, clamping her hands over her ears.
She waited for the shock wave to pass.
Black smoke began rising in the bottom compartment, gradually spreading everywhere.
Without a thought for anything else, Song Ning hurried toward the blast site.
The massive engine assembly was still rumbling away. Even a grenade this powerful had done little damage to it.
Of course, the engine assembly was not Song Ning's main target.
Her attention was on the fuel pipeline.
Sure enough, as soon as she drew close, she smelled the acrid stench of diesel.
The thick fuel pipeline had been blasted open. Diesel gushed out, rapidly spreading across the compartment floor.
Good!
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