Chapter 672: Leaving a Mess

onged to the second generation of Chinese military officers. He had been a feared figure during his time, and even though he was now close to ninety years old and retired at home, his influence in the...Chapter 672: Leaving a Mess

Although there had been recent enemy activities, these guards didn't believe he could be so brazen as to cause trouble at the headquarters of the Dark Military Academy. Even though their superiors had instructed them to increase vigilance, it was merely going through the motions.

The rooftop remained a blind spot for surveillance. Wang Zheng crawled up there and surveyed the terrain; although there were skylights, they had been blocked with filler material to prevent people from entering from the roof.

However, due to years of neglect, this filler material had deteriorated, revealing its true form. With his hand, Wang Zheng touched it and a smile crept up on his lips: this was coconut fiber, which had been exposed to wind and sun for so many years that while it could still stop bullets, it couldn't withstand the Tiger Fang military knife in Wang Zheng's hand.

Moreover, this stuff was perfect as an inflammable material. With it, Wang Zheng didn't have to worry about fuses anymore.

Wang Zheng flipped down from the roof and poured gasoline into several vehicles, then carried bucket after bucket of it upstairs. Using his sharp military knife, he carved a small hole in the coconut fiber blocking the skylight before carefully pouring the gasoline inside.

This was truly convenient for Wang Zheng; this processing plant was relatively small, with all finished drugs concentrated in this room on the upper floor, totaling over two thousand kilograms. They hadn't been transported out yet either, which saved him a lot of effort.

He took deep breaths and wiped away his sweat, then pulled out strands of worn-out coconut fiber one by one to weave into a line about ten meters long. Then he took out a simple timer igniter from his waist, connected it to the coconut fiber, and set the ignition time for twenty minutes later.

This little gadget was something Wang Zheng had taken from the Dark Military Academy's small armory that day; he hadn't expected it would come in handy today.

After arranging everything, Wang Zheng left the rooftop of the drug processing plant.

Feeling his way through the darkness, he found the nearest fire hydrants and cut their pipes directly, rendering the factory's automatic fire-extinguishing devices useless.

"Qiang Dongsong, Grandpa will make you regret today."

Wang Zheng muttered to himself and then went back to the car, taking out a sniper rifle. He ran several hundred meters in the dark and found an open rooftop from where he could observe the area far away. He planned to snipe anyone who came over to extinguish the fire.

If the initial flames spread, even if all the gasoline burned up, there wouldn't be any worry about the big fire going out by itself.

Wang Zheng intended to turn this soon-to-be-burning drug factory into a mobile graveyard for the military academy members.

Even without directly communicating with Qiang Dongsong, Wang Zheng would use the hands of the high-level military academy officials to force this disgraceful scoundrel out and finish him off!

Without even checking his watch, Wang Zheng could estimate the time pretty accurately in his heart.

"Let's begin."

The moment he said those words, through his scope, a barely noticeable line of fire was seen creeping up. Once it reached the large block of coconut husk blocking the skylight, the flames suddenly grew intense!

Coconut husks are flammable to begin with; add in gasoline, and it was like an explosion had occurred, plunging the entire top floor storage into a sea of fire!

Two minutes later.

The dozen or so guards watching the door at ground level were leaning on their guns, dozing off. Suddenly one of them sniffed and muttered groggily, "Why does it smell burnt What's burning"

"Stop it, you're burning my sister! Don't talk and let me sleep."

The first person sniffed the air again. "There really is something burning."

The third guy said irritably after a pause: "I say, are you crazy If you disturb us again, do you want a bullet" Then he too sniffed and added, "There's definitely a smell of burning."

"It’s on fire!"

By this time even an idiot could see the flames rising from the roof!

The groggy guards were jolted awake by the sight. They quickly shouted, "Quickly, get the fire hose! Put out the fire!"

Everyone knew that this small drug lab was a cash cow for the military academy, generating huge profits daily. If it got destroyed due to these dozen or so guards' negligence, they would face unimaginable punishment from the academy's leadership, possibly even execution.

The guards were therefore more eager than anyone else to save the building, but when they tried to use the fire hose to put out the flames, they found it had been cut off!

Not just this one – all the nearby fire hydrants were useless too!

This was an enemy's carefully laid trap.

"Quickly, start the fire truck!" shouted someone. As soon as he spoke, a bullet hole blossomed on his chest!

The chest and heart were completely shattered, with no chance of survival!

Wang Zheng began to take action with the anti-material sniper rifle in his hands!

The gang was still a gang; they fell far short compared to an army. The alertness of these people left Wang Zheng speechless. After patiently picking them off one by one, Wang Zheng moved to another location to continue lurking.

After all, the muzzle flames from firing an anti-material sniper rifle were too large, making it easy to reveal his position at night despite the cover provided by the factory's lights. Better safe than sorry; Wang Zheng didn't want to risk his life.

This night alone was enough for Dark Military School’s South American base to suffer severe losses.

Wang Zheng acted like a night specter, continuously sniping members of the Dark Military School.

These people had been in the underworld for so long and were covered in blood; Wang Zheng's treatment of them wasn't excessive at all.

A drug processing plant that could bring countless profits every day was reduced to ashes in a raging fire, which lit up half the sky, along with all its raw materials.

Wang Zheng boldly got into one of the earlier vehicles and charged out of the military school's base.

The remaining members hurriedly looked for cars to chase after him. But when they found a car, they discovered that there wasn't a single usable vehicle in the entire vast military school—the tires on all the vehicles had been damaged to varying degrees, and some were even shot full of holes with machine guns! They couldn’t be driven at all! The spare tires were also completely destroyed!

Truly ruthless, too ruthless!of envy."Sitting opposite him, Song Ziyè had her hands tucked into her pockets and wore a pair of snow boots. Although she was stunningly beautiful, she gave people the warm feeling of a neighborhood...