Chapter 691 Sweep-The-Floor Search

• The ignition wire of this Jeep had already been hotwired. Someone ran an extra extension cord across the ground. Now, the exposed metal tip sizzled and spat with tiny sparks. The gas tank had been punctured too, dripping fuel drop by drop. The gasoline pooled into a thin trail on the pavement. By the look of the place and some basic physics, that trail would eventually meet the wire. When it did, those flickering sparks would turn into a blast—then a roaring fire.
• Sure, the self-defense unit had the numbers. One little Jeep blowing up wouldn’t cause big casualties. But that huge boom? It wouldn’t just wake the suburbs. Downtown East Sakura would hear it clear as day. Then this explosion, plus the gunfire from the industrial park, would make the suits in Sakura City grind their teeth. Nobody wants to live in a city that feels like a war zone.
• Everything unfolded exactly like the guy’s prediction. Ten-plus minutes later, when the first wave of troops arrived— The sparking wire kissed the thin line of fuel on the ground. Sizzle. In a heartbeat, the sparks flared. Then—boom! The overworked Jeep finished its last job in a violent flash and shockwave, shattering glass doors and windows, setting off car alarms up and down the street. The quiet night went straight to chaos. Curses flew from every window in Sakura City, and lights snapped on in every house. In the blaze of streetlights, soldiers with live ammo were suddenly out in front of everyone.