The so-called dust explosion means that when the dust is within the explosion limit, when it encounters an open flame, the flame instantly spreads across the entire mixed dust space. The chemical reaction speed is extremely fast, and a large amount of heat is released at the same time, resulting in a high temperature and a large pressure. The energy is converted into mechanical energy and radiation of light and heat, producing an explosion.
"Dust explosion?"
Wei Debing's eyes widened and looked at Wu Tian, then at Jiang Minghao, with an incredibly questioning expression on his face, "Isn't it possible? Even if this dust or something is mixed with it, it will have to fly and explode." Right!"
Just as Wei Debing’s words fell, the ceiling above their heads suddenly moved away from side to side, revealing two three-blade fans about one meter in diameter. They began to blow slowly and quickly, and the dust everywhere was blowing in the wind. Under the blow, it began to drift, watching the dust all over the room spread and spread like ubiquitous bacteria, Mary began to cough and pant.
Everyone knows that Zhao Ritian is a businessman. Even if he has ten percepts in his heart, it is impossible to use this principle to set up such a trap. This type of chemical explosion should be done by a special soldier with special operations experience. Jiang Minghao's heart froze in an instant.
Wei Debing looked at the whirling electric fan above his head, and said innocently, "Why do I do what I say? But fortunately, even if the dust rises, there is no heat source and open flame, and a dust explosion cannot form."
Hearing Wei Debing's words, Jiang Minghao instantly felt a chill on his back spine. He suddenly reacted. What is the purpose of the metal pipes in the four corners of the roof? Jiang Minghao's perspective eyes immediately became like two laser beams. Staring at one of the corners, watching the wires behind the metal pipe start to heat up under the action of the electric current, and even slowly began to accumulate flames, and big beads of sweat instantly rose from his forehead.
"Quickly, find a way to block the metal pipes on the top four corners!"
"what?"
Under Jiang Minghao’s yell, everyone was stunned. Then they raised their heads and looked towards the four corners, but at this time it was too late. The four flames were like four fire dragons, from the four corners of the roof. The metal tube blasted out fiercely, twisting the dragon's body, and vomiting flames. The instantaneous temperature of the flame seemed to suffocate the entire room.
Seeing death coming, everyone couldn't help closing their eyes, waiting for the four fire dragons to detonate the surrounding dust, waiting for the arrival of death, and waiting for the end of life.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
When everyone slowly opened their eyes, the four fire dragons that meant the end of their lives disappeared, leaving only four metal pipes with green smoke, and everyone breathed out a deep breath, but this While everyone's throbbing hearts were not set yet, Wei Debing spoke again over there:
"Fortunately, the fire is out, if..."
"If you are tall!" Wu Tian suddenly rushed forward and pressed Wei Debing to the ground. With both hands like plasters, he tightly covered his mouth and cursed: "You crow mouth, give it to Lao Tzu. Shut up, what the hell are you talking about, if you beep again, I guess our life will be explained here!"
"Strange", Jiang Minghao didn't bother Wu Tian and Wei Debing lying on the ground. He looked at the whole room with a look of confusion, as if everything Zhao Ritian arranged was just to frighten them, even if he did it on purpose, it is reasonable to be so dense. How is it possible that the dust, coupled with the high-temperature flame, will not explode
Even Long Zhiwen, who has been on the battlefield for a long time and whose heart is like still water, has a face of doubts. Normally speaking, the battlefield pays attention to enthusiasm, then declines, and exhausts. Although Zhao Ritian is a businessman, but the shopping mall is like a battlefield, he will never I don’t know, so it didn’t explode this time. Could it be a mistake
At this moment, Zhao Ritian's voice suddenly sounded in the front hall:
"Haha, welcome to visit Liren Hanshe!"
Zhao Ritian's voice is like the neighing of a bat. The sharp sound is completely ultrasound-like stabbing a person's eardrums. I don't know whether it is because of his voice or the sound of the loudspeaker.
"My grass, this guy really knows himself, he calls himself a despicable person." Wu Tian joked from the side:
"This voice, why is it so like an eunuch? Isn't Zhao Changming his own? No wonder he has dealt such a cruel hand to his son..."
"Wu Tian, shut up for me, don't think you are Wu Shiliang's son, I dare not move you, then the entire Dragon Kingdom will be in my hands, a small Wu family, ha ha!"
Wu Tian's broken thoughts directly angered Zhao Ritian, and he yelled at Wu Tian. Of course, at this point, Zhao Ritian did not hesitate to express his ambition.
"My grass, you can hear it!" Wu Tian pretended to be frightened. He looked around and said, "Will you be a tortoise with a shrunken head in this room? Zhao Ritian, you can pay every day, What are you afraid of? Come out, let's talk, the big deal is that you can retract your head into the turtle shell again..."
"Ah...you bastard, brat, shut up for Lao Tzu." Wu Tian's words completely annoyed Zhao Ritian. He leaned in front of the microphone in the monitoring room and shouted:
"Do you think it's luck not to explode? Tell you, no, lift your pig's head and look at it. It was just a reminder for you. Now, I can blow you up at any time by pressing the button."
When everyone raised their heads, they found that there were originally only two large three-leaf electric fans, but they did not know when two large cloth bags were hung. Some white powder dropped from the gap between the bags. Wu Tian reached out and took it. Some rubbed them in their hands and said, "It's flour."
"Yeah", Jiang Minghao looked at the two bulging bags above his head and said: "As long as the electric fan rotates, the fan blades will immediately cut the bag. The two large bags of flour will immediately mix with the dust and sulfur in the air. The reason why there is no explosion is because the dust density is not enough, so the dense dust now will explode immediately when the flame burns!"
"Haha!" Zhao Ritian's sharp laughter came out of the horn again, making people think he was the incarnation of a cold-blooded dark bat spirit, sinister and vicious, Zhao Ritian continued to say in his sharp voice:
"You're Jiang Minghao, right? Very good. You deserve to be Xiao Hu's opponent. Unfortunately, he defeated Falcon, but accidentally died in the hands of a trash you."
When Jiang Minghao heard the name Falcon, his calm face suddenly showed anger, and his body blood seemed to suddenly rush to the top of his head, making his face flushed. Jiang Minghao cursed with his throat:
"No, you are wrong. The monster under your hand can't beat my master in this life. Even if he gets to the Yin Cao dynasty, he can only be a dog, a mad dog."
"Haha, I didn't expect that the hero's son would bite people with a grin!" Zhao Ritian laughed and continued:
"I promised Xiao Hu that I would avenge him. Although you are a useless person now, I will still kill you for Xiao Hu."
"Okay, come on." Jiang Minghao moved the wheelchair, spinning in the center of the front hall, roaring angrily, as if it was a mad cow that was completely irritated and lost its square inch.
However, his perspective eyes scanned the entire house inch by inch. Because the roof was so big, two bags of flour near one person's waist appeared out of thin air, making Jiang Minghao feel that there must be a mechanism for going out here, looking at the two bags of brand new flour. , It should have just been put on, and the dust left on the bag due to friction made Jiang Minghao sure that the two bags of flour should have slipped through a certain channel. The dust left on the bag is the best proof. , Zhao Ritian can never hang the two flours on the ceiling for more than ten years, just to wait for this moment
Zhao Ritian looked at Jiang Minghao, who was anxiously messed up on the screen, and smiled secretly in his heart: This cheetah’s son is nothing more than that, but the little language stimulation is so big, it seems that I still look at you. Just have fun with you!
"Hey, Jiang Minghao, stop looking, I'm in a place you can never see or touch, but now I can give you a chance to save everyone, do you want it!"
When everyone, especially Mary, heard these words, they suddenly knew that this guy began to take Jiang Minghao’s focus and retaliated against them. He even put all the lives on Jiang Minghao’s shoulders. To break his mind completely, Mary immediately shouted:
"Zhao, what are you doing? We are husband and wife!"
"Husband and wife? Haha." Zhao Ritian sneered, then ignored him, and continued to say to Jiang Minghao:
"Jiang Minghao, you are so smart, you should know the gladiators of ancient Rome? Are you interested in coming and playing?"
"Gladiator?" Jiang Minghao asked, squinting his eyes slightly: "How do you want to play?"
"It's very simple." When Zhao Ritian heard Jiang Minghao agree, his voice was full of excitement, as if he couldn't wait, he said happily: "You have five people now, no, six people, I will send six people out, and You have a one-on-one fight. If you win, I will let you go."
"Six people?" Everyone muttered to themselves, you look at me and I see you, how can there be only five, how can there be six? At this time, Jiang Minghao said: "We are indeed six, and Zhao Changming."
"fart!"
After listening to Jiang Minghao’s words, Long Zhiwen finally broke out. He scolded his throat: "Zhao Ritian, are you fucking blind? I have thrown your son out a long time ago. Five?"
"Commander Long, it's been a long time!" Zhao Ritian heard Long Zhiwen screaming in the monitoring room, but was not angry at all, he said with a grin:
"My necromancer father and you are comrades-in-arms brothers. According to your seniority, I should call you uncle. Unfortunately, you are a soldier. You should know what is called a battlefield without father and son. Since my rebellious son chose to fight against me with you, Then he will pay the price he deserves."
Zhao Ritian paused and took a deep breath, as if he was calming down his emotions, only to hear him continue to say:
"As for you, since you choose my son to be with this femme fatale, you must assume their responsibilities. Don’t you soldiers like brotherhood? Don’t you like living together and dying together? Today I will make you perfect! Haha·· ···"