Steel Steam and Flame

The high-pressure tank exploded, and the high-pressure and high-temperature gas inside it spewed out, and the entire factory building around it was destroyed by the impact force in a short moment. Except for the huge load-bearing pillars, there is nothing standing upright in the pictures of the scene. The center was washed into a flat ground, full of fluid traces from strong winds. The wreckage of the high-pressure pipe broken from the middle and lower parts fell there. Countless iron-steel bars piled up on the sides, shaped like a volcano, enclosing the wreckage in the middle.

Large construction machinery opened a trail on the pile of debris to provide technical prospectors to pass. The photo was also taken from the outside of this trail, roughly capturing the full picture of the high-pressure tank.

The wall thickness of the high-pressure tank is as wide as two adult palms, and the exposed fracture zone was instantly polished smooth by the impact of the explosion, but the marks still looked hideous.

Technical prospectors said that the service life of the high-pressure tank has already passed, and because of the worker's mistakes in the operation, an old scar was left on it after being hit by a large machine. Later, it was only a simple welding of steel plates to strengthen the local endurance limit, and the failure to systematically deal with the problem caused this huge explosion accident.

But Cassia still saw other things from the color photo, some rubbing scars. Perhaps it was caused by the collision when falling, but Cassia himself was more inclined to be the traces of bullets. The most common traces of platinum bullets.

They are all small shallow pits everywhere, not deep, like dimples on the face when smiling. In some places, there are even fuzzy white marks. The strength and toughness of high-grade alloys, as well as the cylindrical body of the high-pressure tank itself, give it such resistance.

"Maybe you need to go there in person." Cassia put down the newspaper and walked to the window again. The scene of the accident was some distance away from the giant steam tower, but the lights that lit up there were comparable to those around the circular building. Opening the cross pupils, looking through the mist of the night, you can still capture the dim shadows of various large processing machines there.

"The time is just right. Ye Jielin came here to collect the basic information, and then went there. It was just right. Did I meet Sotagong and then there was a battle? There is a factory, and it also meets Sotagong's purpose of coming here. "Cassia considered it so," And even if the high-pressure tank has extremely high strength, it is not indestructible. Ordinary white gold bullets can’t work, but blue silver bullets have that power, and the attack does not necessarily require high pressure. The tank is directly penetrated. As long as you continue to attack a point and a few bullets are inserted, you can create a pothole that meets the strength and toughness of the destruction. After the integrity is destroyed, the huge pressure inside will naturally quickly find this breakthrough."

Cassia carefully considered whether things would go this way, but there were no more clues. No matter how he thought about it, it was just a possibility he thought.

"In the middle of the night, I still have to go to the actual survey." Cassia took a deep look at the accident site and murmured.

About an hour later, the light in Cassia's room went out, mixing into the darkness outside the window that had been infested by the light.

There are still not many trains working late at night, all of which are vehicles for transporting goods. The iron racks are covered with steel parts tightly wrapped in rain cloth. At this time, the passenger trains have all rested at various terminal stations.

Far away from the steam emission tower in the middle of the city, the surrounding bustle and temperature were also swallowed by darkness.

Cassia hopped on a freight train as a means of transportation and headed towards the accident site. He was on the first car behind the front. The huge triangular searchlights in front of him illuminated the two cold rails of the railway brightly, and the reflected light was paler than the cold moonlight overhead.

There were no people hanging around at all, and most of the sound came from the factory building that would not stop work. The loud crashing sound of the forging press and the "chuckling" sound that enters the cooling oil when the red steel is quenched.

The freight train traveled very slowly in the city, and it took more than half an hour for Cassia to arrive outside the accident site where the lights dissipated slightly. A ring of high iron walls was temporarily erected there, and the bottom was supported by a triangular iron frame. The height of the accident was visually observed to be three meters, enclosing the accident site. Only a big opening was opened at the original exit of the factory. Several trucks stopped on the rails not far in front of the door. The clamping machinery was dumping the iron and steel scraps that had been torn apart after the explosion, ready to be transported to the train cars. A smelter near the mine outside the city.

Cassia tried to climb onto the roof of the factory next to him, the alienated weight was indeed a trouble now. A wider view can be obtained from the roof, and the inside of the protective wall can be seen. There are still many workers on the night shift. The building wreck surrounding the high-pressure tank has not been cleaned up and transported away a half~www.ltnovel.com~ Now more people are using welding and cutting machines, working overtime to cut. The high-pressure pot fell on the ground.

"It's late." Cassia squatted in the darkness on the roof, feeling helpless. The cutting position started from that fracture zone. A small part has been cut, and all valuable traces have been turned into square alloy plates and have been transported away.

After continuing to observe for a while, Cassia identified the workers one by one, and there might be Sotagon or Ovilia's men lurking here. As the most "lively" place here recently, no matter who comes here, even if they know that there will be enemies hidden here, they will definitely come and take a look. Cassia himself is the same, because this is the most likely place to provide clues and traces. But still a bit disappointed, or the disguise of those people is so good that Cassia can't see the flaws. Cassia found no strangers among these workers.

Confirming that there is no more valuable things here, Cassia moved and was about to leave. His body that had just squatted back into the dark, motionless, his heartbeat and breathing dropped rapidly at the same time, and his breath was gradually lost. The night wind blows out. Under the three-meter-high iron wall not far away, there seemed to be something like wild cats walking around.

In Cassia's eyes, the darkness there deepened. Something is absorbing most of the light, turning the moving object into a darker shadow in black, and it is moving silently against the corner of the wall in the direction away from here.

When the shadow was tens of meters away from him, Cassia dropped off the roof of the factory, blended into the black air, and quietly followed behind the shadow.

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