This is the specific intervention plan.
Nie Xingping handed over the terminal in his hand and explained:
"Our plan is to deflect the main shock wave generated by the subsequent symbiotic explosion of the main storage tank by prioritizing the destruction of specific support structures and secondary pipelines on the western edge..."
"The above indicates the required energy intensity and optimal angle of action for each critical node..."
Shen Heng took the terminal handed to him by Nie Xingping, glanced at it briefly, and then looked at Le Gu Nan.
After receiving confirmation, he quickly swiped his finger across the screen and sent it to Wu Cheng.
He then immediately turned to Fan Hong.
"Arrange a vehicle to take the experts away first."
Upon hearing this, everyone who had been waiting finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, an old voice rang out.
I'll stay.
Nie Xingping took a step forward and looked at Shen Heng.
"Although a plan has been developed, no one can guarantee that other situations won't arise. I'm keeping one of you here so you can ask questions."
"Besides, having lived in this city for decades, let me see its final moments."
Shen Heng looked at this academic giant and didn't waste time trying to dissuade him from saying that it was dangerous here.
He silently met Nie Xingping's gaze for a second, seeing the same resolute look in the other's eyes as he did in his own.
He nodded emphatically.
"Okay, everyone else, evacuate immediately."
The order was given, and a brief but orderly commotion broke out on the rooftop.
Shen Heng didn't look at the people who left; his gaze went beyond the edge of the rooftop and landed on the distant city shrouded in thick fog.
In the thick, gray fog, the sounds of sirens and horns mingled together, like a tragic symphony before the end of the world.
"Attention all residents! Please evacuate immediately eastward along Jianshe Road!"
"Repeated message: Please evacuate eastward along Jianshe Road immediately!"
Police officers wearing fluorescent vests stood in the middle of the intersection, repeatedly issuing instructions through a megaphone.
His uniform was soaked with sweat, and stray hairs stuck to his brow bone, but he didn't bother to wipe them away.
Behind him, a community worker was helping an elderly man with white hair walk briskly forward.
"Slow down, Grandma Zhang, on the steps!"
"Don't push, people in the back!"
"Don't push, people in the back!!"
Volunteers wearing red armbands spread their arms, forming a fragile human wall at the alley entrance.
"Give priority to the elderly when boarding the bus!"
Seventeen orange buses bearing the words " Linhai Public Transport " were parked haphazardly on the roadside, their doors wide open, swallowing wave after wave of passengers.
Driver Old Zhou stared intently at the rearview mirror, his calloused fingers tapping out a chaotic rhythm on the steering wheel.
A mechanical female voice was broadcasting the latest evacuation routes from the radio next to the dashboard.
The cold chain hub is enveloped in a white, chilly atmosphere.
A dark figure moved swiftly, stopping beneath one frosted storage tank after another.
Each time he paused, his trembling hand would rise and rest on one tank support, pipe valve, or critical load-bearing structure after another, for varying durations.
Finally, he stopped, stood still for a moment, and then walked towards the center.
Soon, a scene with an even denser cold front and bone-chilling low temperatures appeared before his eyes.
Two figures were clashing violently within the area.
"Captain, everything's set up!" Wu Cheng shouted hoarsely.
At the heart of the cold wave, Wang Hai forced the Rat Matriarch back with a punch, then leaped backward, briefly exchanging a glance with Wu Cheng across a swirling white haze.
He saw Wu Cheng, who looked so scared he could barely stand, yet remained stubbornly rooted to the spot.
"Very good! You've finally shown some promise!"
"Damn it... I don't want to do this again!" Wu Cheng roared, his voice trembling with tears.
Wang Hai seemed to chuckle softly, his voice broken and intermittent:
"No... next time."
"Boom--"