Scar took a pot of gasoline and put it on the ground, and said to the guard: Of course I can handle this, but you have to cooperate.
you mean?
I want to make a hood to make it safer.
Scar took off his sweatshirt and wrapped it around his head, but his upper body was exposed. The guard officer understood and asked the other three prisoners to take off their white and blue undershirts and throw them to Scar. Scar used them for different purposes and covered his upper body and hands. The face was also covered, and two round holes were exposed. Behind the round holes were Scar's deep eyes.
At this moment, Scar looked like a very funny monster with stripes of white and stripes of blue all over his body.
The guard looked at him and said: No matter how long the stinger of the wasp is, it won't be able to sting you.
Scar picked up the pot of gasoline with one hand and touched a lighter in his trousers with the other. Feeling that everything was ready, he asked the guard to take the other three shirtless prisoners farther away to avoid attracting the hornets, and he hid for a while. If it doesn't open, it gets stung. Scar watched them walk toward the quarry until their figures were lost in the trees, and then he took action.
I was climbing a tree carrying gasoline when I suddenly heard the guard’s call: Remember, burn the hive and hurry back to the quarry.
Scar twisted his neck and nodded towards the guard guard on the mountain road about a hundred meters away. But Scar was unhappy and murmured to himself: After I finish my work, can't I just run away? It's really bullshit to not trust me and ask me to do things again.
Scar has climbed up the black locust tree and stepped on the first round of branches. He tried to be as gentle as possible. However, due to his weight of nearly 70 kilograms, the tree body was still trembling slightly, but it would not cause the wasps in the hive to commotion, because usually When the wind blows, the hive trembles to a greater extent, and the wasps adapt to it. This creates the illusion that all members of the wasp family gathered in the hive are unprepared, and they do not know that the disaster of annihilation is coming.
Suddenly, two or three wasps crawled out of the hive, spread their wings and flew buzzing around the black locust tree. Scar carefully continued to climb up the black locust tree. When he climbed up the second round of branches, one of the wasps discovered He flew over from the air and rested on his head for a while, and rested on his hand for a while. He remained motionless. The wasp did not feel the danger and flew away quietly again.
The beehive was built on a branch growing side by side on the seventh round of the black locust tree, nearly two meters away from him. He climbed up for another two minutes, and finally climbed to the seventh round branch of the black locust tree. He squatted next to the beehive. On the branches, more and more wasps were seen flying around the black locust. Some were taking off on the hive, some were climbing out of the hive and some were flying back from outside. Scar was dazzled by the sight of them, they were buzzing. The cry made him feel a little panicked.
The tragic scene of Lu Tao being hit by bee venom, his head and face swollen beyond human shape, kept swaying in his mind for some reason, but Scar still calmed himself down. He had a protective shield, which was thick enough to prevent the stinger from the wasp's butt from stinging into his flesh.
At this moment, there were many wasps on him, but he ignored them. He immediately opened the lid of the gasoline bottle, grabbed the tree pole with one hand to steady himself, and tilted the spout of the pot with the other hand. Gurgling, gurgling, a pot of gasoline was poured directly onto the hive. , from left to right, from right to left, going back and forth a few times, the gasoline was poured out. He threw away the empty pot and quickly retreated to the bottom of the honeycomb. The honeycomb was like a huge scab, green and white.
At this moment, all the wasps in the nest were in a commotion, and one by one crawled out in terror. However, no matter whether they were inside or outside, some of them had gasoline poured on their bodies and their wings were wet and stained. They could only crawl but could not fly. . Scar took out the lighter, lit the flame, and with a "crash", the beehive burst into flames. The middle of the flame showed a golden-red color, and there was green smoke mixed with powder at the top or end. rise.
When I opened my eyes, I could no longer see the wasps, and even the buzzing sounds of the wasps could not be heard. The fierce fire danced, not only did the hive burn and pieces fell, but even the acacia branches and leaves supporting the hive were burned.
Scar slid down at a very fast speed, and sparks splashed on him from time to time, and then fell under the roots of the tree. He was a little panicked, not because he was afraid of being stung by the wasp, but because he was afraid of setting himself on fire.
He slid down to the fourth side branch. Feeling that his movements were slow, he jumped down. Before he could even stand, a ball of sparks from the tree fell on him and rolled down to the ground. The ground also burst into flames. , this was caused by him pouring gasoline on the tree and spilling it on the ground.
He immediately jumped away to avoid being burned. When he came a few meters away from the locust tree, he found that the hood had been loosened, but there was almost no danger at this moment. Even if there was no fire disaster, the wasp had no intention of stinging anyone, and It was a hasty escape.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and saw that the beehive on the locust tree almost burned into a fireball. The wasps fell like raindrops. There was a layer of dead wasps under the locust tree. Of course, some were not completely dead. They were only half-dead, and what was even worse was that some were not dead at all, but had their wings burned or missing. They could not fly and could only crawl on the ground, but most of them were burned to death because the fire on the ground was also spreading.
Scar felt a sense of victory, thinking that the guard could give him a credit.
Good burn! Good burn! Suddenly, someone clapped and shouted from behind. He turned around and saw the guard and three other prisoners standing in front of him.
At this time, the beehive on the black locust tree had burned to pieces, and pieces fell under the roots of the tree, still emitting green smoke.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew from the south, and the flames spread in all directions. To the north of the black locust tree was a cedar forest. Although there were gaps on the ground between the trees, their branches and leaves touched each other above the space. The fire unknowingly rushed into the cedar forest, and the upper branches and leaves of the cedar trees were ignited. The fire became fierce and the entire forest turned into a roaring sea of fire in an instant.
The guard officer and the four prisoners were still immersed in the joy of victory in destroying the hive. It was the scorching light of the fire that made them feel uncomfortable, so they retreated to the quarry on the other side of the mountain. Most of the mountains over there were bare. The fire burned away a few clumps of thatch, leaving a scorching gray line and then stopped.
The prisoners working in the quarry worked indifferently, occasionally looking up at the billowing black smoke in the sky beyond the cedar forest. However, Scar didn't care, nor did he think of fighting the mountain fire. He was still happy in his heart, hoping that the guard would promise that if he burned down the hive, he would be credited with meritorious deeds. But the final result was that instead of being credited with meritorious service, Scar was given an additional year in prison.
That was because the fire burned several acres of cedar forest. Someone in the area knew the cause of the fire and asked the detention center to compensate for the damage. The guard officer put all the blame on Scar. Scar thought he was unlucky and wished he could beat the guard officer. Of course, this was unrealistic. She only secretly cursed him as a scum among the police, and even complained about the wasps not having eyes, stinging him to death.
Bad news came in the past few days. Lu Tao, who was poisoned by bee venom, was taken to the hospital and died. Scar felt that Lu Tao was a relief. He thought that although he was not on death row, he was no longer afraid of death. Instead of living and suffering, it would be better to die. He was in a bad mood. When he heard the announcement of the increased sentence, Scar shouted angrily: I am not guilty, I was wronged, it was the guard who told me to burn the beehive...
Suddenly, the guard policeman came up and slapped him. Just as he was about to fight back, two big policemen held him down and beat him up. His nose and face were bruised and swollen from the beating, and he was still screaming: After I am released from prison, I will definitely I want to take revenge on you. The police often listen to such threats and don't care.
At this moment, Scar was dragged into the cell, the iron door was slammed heavily, and an "Iron General" was hung on it.
