aircannonsinc Chapter 150 These fireworks are even more exciting than New Year's Eve!
Chapter 150 These fireworks are even more exciting than New Year's Eve!
This is a high-stakes gamble with no way out.
The moment the countdown reached "00:01", Qi Tongwei did not hesitate at all. He suddenly exerted force with his arms, holding the woman in his arms tightly. He was like a cannonball, crashing into the back of a 30-ton abandoned hydraulic press in the corner of the factory.
That was the only blind spot.
"boom--!!!"
The orange-red fireball engulfed everything.
The blast wave, carrying fragments of reinforced concrete, cut through the surrounding air like countless sharp steel knives. The deafening roar shattered eardrums; the world seemed to have been muted, leaving only the tremors of bones colliding with the ground.
Above them, the factory roof, weighing several tons, collapsed and slammed into the hydraulic press, producing a sickening metallic creak.
Darkness descends.
Within the narrow triangular safety zone, the air was as hot and dry as purgatory.
Qi Tongwei lay sprawled on the ground, his back weighed down by thick layers of cement dust and gravel. Beneath him, Ye Cunxin was panting heavily, her peach blossom eyes devoid of any fear, instead burning with a morbid excitement.
"Cough cough..."
Ye Cunxin coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
The oversized men's tactical jacket she was wearing had been torn to shreds during the earlier tumbling, hanging loosely on her elbows. The black tank top underneath, already worn out, was completely ruined; the thin straps were broken, and the fabric rose and fell with her breath, offering no cover whatsoever of her large, alabaster-white skin.
Because of the high temperature, she was soaked in sweat.
Beads of sweat slid down her slender neck, flowing over her delicate collarbone and into the deep, unfathomable cleavage. Her once fair skin was now stained with black cigarette ash; the extreme contrast between black and white, illuminated by the dim firelight, exuded a cruel and breathtaking beauty.
"That old dog Zhao Lichun... he's got some big money to burn."
Ye Cunxin wiped the dust off her face, then hooked her fingers around Qi Tongwei's collar and pulled him down forcefully.
The distance between the two instantly closed, their noses almost touching.
The cramped space was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and the woman's faint fragrance, a mixture of sweat and pheromones. Her legs were wrapped restlessly around Qi Tongwei's waist, and the delicate, warm touch of her inner thighs, transmitted through the rough tactical pants, felt like an electric current running through him.
The torn black stocking was nowhere to be seen. Now, there were several fine bloodstains on her smooth, long legs, which looked more like wild tattoos.
"He's not dead yet."
Qi Tongwei looked down at her, his voice hoarse, with a metallic, cold quality.
He could feel the woman's soft breasts pressing tightly against his chest, and he couldn't tell if her rapid heartbeat was due to the explosion or the current ambiguity.
"They've set off such huge fireworks, aren't we going to do something to celebrate?"
Ye Cunxin's eyes were alluring, and her tongue lightly licked her slightly chapped red lips. Her hand slid down the muscle lines of Qi Tongwei's back, her nails drawing red marks on his taut back muscles, with obvious provocation.
In this ruin where collapse could happen at any moment, at this moment when she had just brushed with death, this madwoman's desires were even stronger than the raging fire outside.
Qi Tongwei grabbed her restless hand and pressed it hard against the gravel above her head.
"celebrate?"
A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes sharp as knives. "Zhao Lichun thinks we're dead. Who knows how he's opening champagne outside right now."
Qi Tongwei suddenly stood up, using all his muscles to pry open a crack in the stone slab pressing on his back.
"Save your energy."
He reached out and slapped her firm, round buttocks hard, the crisp sound echoing in the narrow space, stirring up a wave of flesh. "Tonight, let's go and liven things up for them."
……
Half an hour later.
Yantai City, Yanshan County Government Guesthouse.
The place was brightly lit, and the sounds of clinking glasses filled the air. Although a devastating gas explosion had just occurred outside, for some people, it was a perfect opportunity to destroy all the evidence, a cause for celebration.
In the largest private room, the round table was filled with Moutai liquor and delicacies from land and sea.
Sitting in the main seat was Ma Degong, the Party Secretary of Yanshan County.
The man was in his early fifties, with a receding hairline and a face flushed from drinking, looking as greasy as if he had just been pulled out of a vat of lard. He held a wine glass in one hand, while the other was placed very improperly on the thigh of the young waitress next to him, repeatedly rubbing against her thin stockings.
"Come on, everyone! Cheers!"
Ma Degong, slurring his words and reeking of alcohol, said, "Although there was a minor mishap at the sheep breeding base, it just shows that our work needs improvement! Out with the old, in with the new! The provincial special allocation will be coming in soon, and then we'll go all out again!"
"Secretary's insight is brilliant! Secretary's insight is brilliant!"