Chapter 40

Now, not to mention Ye Qing, even Rong Wei was reluctant to leave. Cutting through the vault door, such a scene is something only seen in movies with those flying bandits. In real life, who has ever seen it?

Seeing this group of people approach, Liu Tianyang felt as if he had seen a savior and immediately rushed forward to greet them, while the security guards behind him eagerly handed them cartons of premium cigarettes.

Such high-level hospitality made these men, who were used to the sea breeze, so happy that they didn't know what to do. Even the detectives guarding the door seemed to see their saviors and tried to ingratiate themselves.

The leader of the group, after receiving the good cigarettes and praise, thumped his chest and promised that it wouldn't take more than half an hour to turn this door into putty.

After saying that, he took out a small hammer and struck the door a few times, judging its thickness by the echo.

The thickness was about thirty centimeters, and the silver-white door looked somewhat like stainless steel.

What kind of steel?

The foreman quickly adjusted the oxygen and acetylene, and with a cutting torch, he aimed at the door.

In the face of the 3,000-degree high temperature from the oxy-acetylene torch, even a Transformer would be dismantled.

The scorching white flame roared, and the deafening sound of the air being torn apart was terrifying.

The terrifying high temperature produced by the oxy-acetylene torch, if used to cut a person, would be even more effective than a lightsaber.

However...

The silver-white metal door was not affected by this. The high-temperature flame roasted it for several seconds, and a large red spot appeared on the door, but there was no sign of the metal melting.

With a dull sound of glass breaking and a spring impact, the foreman was startled and asked what was happening.

"It's the anti-cutting function of the door being activated. The high temperature must have shattered the glass inside. Don't worry about it, just keep cutting," a detective waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing to be concerned about.

If the detectives were robbers, squatting in a world-class wine and cigar den, they would definitely break the rules and indulge in a good time.

Now, the two people inside had no intention of coming out, so it didn't matter if the door was completely locked.

A minute passed, and a large area of the metal door was scorched red, and even Ye Qing could feel the heat waves.

But the metal under the flame only formed a shallow indentation. At this rate, it would take a month to cut a passage wide enough for a person to walk through.

"This door must be coated with a heat-resistant layer," the foreman, sweating profusely, turned off the flame and said he would try another method.

In the surveillance, the two suspects were lying in the corner, smoking cigars and drinking fine wine. The advanced temperature control system in the warehouse made them feel no heat at all.

A bulky, machine-like device was pushed over by several workers.

After connecting the power, a worker with a cutting torch signaled everyone to turn away, warning that they might hurt their eyes if they didn't.

"What is that?" Rong Wei looked curiously at the rectangular machine.

"It's a plasma cutter. The principle is similar to welding, but the temperature is even higher. This thing is specifically designed to cut heat-resistant metals, even stainless steel."

Ye Qing advised Rong Wei not to look at the arc of the cutting point and continued, "But I think it's unlikely to work. The heat-resistant coating on this door is too strong. The small pit blown by the oxy-acetylene torch shows that the metal inside is black, probably containing nickel."

"Although a plasma cutter can cut through nickel alloys, it has a fatal flaw: it's not suitable for cutting thick metals, especially with this small machine."

As Ye Qing spoke, a more terrifying white arc lashed the silver-white door.

Amidst the deafening noise, the coating on the door's surface slowly melted. When the compressed air from the nozzle blew away the melted coating, revealing the nickel alloy inside, the cutting efficiency increased slightly.

However, no matter how much the workers increased the current output, the cutting torch could not completely melt through the thirty-centimeter-thick door.

This feeling was like using a ten-centimeter nail to pierce a twenty-centimeter board. No matter how sharp the nail, it couldn't penetrate the board.

As time passed, many of the distinguished members, who had finished their entertainment, saw many workers pushing equipment around and the service staff discussing the situation. They immediately rushed over like sharks smelling blood.

Their eyes were excited, and they laughed loudly, some even taking out their phones to take pictures.

The security guards were very embarrassed. These customers were all very influential, and even a single hair from their legs could be used as a spear.

They didn't have the courage to snatch the phones from these people.

Seeing so many members watching, Liu Tianyang also turned away, looking dejected.

Zhang Zhitong and the other detectives became increasingly anxious as they waited.

The phones were ringing like rain, and the callers were all very influential. They all questioned what was going on, how such a big mess had been made, and how it was all over the Zhongyun Forum with pictures.

Zhang Zhitong felt so wronged that she wanted to cry, but she had to endure the scolding from other leaders.

The captain, who had always trusted her and let her lead the operation, also scolded her harshly.

Looking at the cut mark on the door, which had taken twenty minutes to create a shallow cut less than twenty centimeters long, Zhang Zhitong and the other detectives felt a sense of despair.

Even if they waited a day for the workers to cut a small door, what about the remaining thickness? They couldn't kick it open, could they?

This was a blast-resistant door. Did they need to use a shoulder-fired anti-tank rocket?

The crowd grew larger, and the mocking laughter grew louder.

These influential people didn't give the detectives any face. They were already unhappy about the arrest at the Silver Palace, and now that the detectives were in trouble, they naturally mocked them.

"Please think of another way to cut this door," Zhang Zhitong's eyes were red, looking like someone who had just been bullied.

"It's useless. Only a large plasma CNC machine can cut through such a thick door."

The worker operating the cutting torch had already stopped this futile attempt and explained, "But such a CNC machine weighs several tons and occupies several times the space of this corridor. Unless we can move this door to the factory..."

He didn't finish his sentence. If they could move the door to the factory, what was the point of their presence?

This enthusiastic cutting team, eager to show off, left in a hurry, leaving the corridor in a mess.

The influential people laughed loudly, giving the detectives sarcastic advice.

"Turn this into a prison. It's more secure than any prison, and it can hold someone for ten or twenty years."

"I know Liu Qian. If we invite him, he will definitely have a way. Maybe he can just zip through this door."

"Invite the director of 'The Man from Earth.' He has a way. He can open bank vaults."

The male detectives became ostriches, hiding their faces against the wall, pretending not to hear.

Women have thinner skin. Zhang Zhitong glared at them and, as she turned, Ye Qing caught a glimpse of tears in her clear eyes.

Humiliation, powerlessness, and sorrow...

These emotions deeply hurt Zhang Zhitong and also made Ye Qing feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Zhitong was his junior high school classmate, and if he could help, he would.

Stepping forward, Ye Qing held her now fragile shoulder and comforted her, "Don't be sad. Leave this door to me. I'll cut it open."

"You?" Zhang Zhitong turned around, her beautiful eyes misty with surprise.

"Yes, I have a way," Ye Qing smiled warmly, like a gentleman, not at all like the person who had given a massage in the room.

"Didn't you forget that my family has run a cutting machine factory for over ten years? We are real experts in cutting."

"Cutting special metals is not difficult, as long as you choose the right cutting machine."

The detectives, who were hiding like ostriches, turned around in a flash and rushed to Ye Qing's side faster than they would chase a suspect.

"Brother, do you really have a way?"

"Brother, I was wrong before. I apologize."

Liu Tianyang also joined in, his eyes shining. The words "professional cutting machine factory" were more beautiful than any music.

Indeed, if Ye Qing had just said he could do it, the detectives would have doubted him. But saying that his family had run a professional cutting machine factory for over ten years made a big difference.

"Brother, if you can cut this door without holding a grudge," Liu Tianyang thumped his chest, "from now on, you will be a platinum member here."

"Ha, Ye Brother definitely has the skills," Rong Wei joined in, explaining to the others, "When my factory's equipment had a major fault, Ye Brother fixed it with a very advanced machine."

"Cutting this door is no problem."

"Then what are you waiting for..." Zhang Zhitong's pouting lips could hold a teardrop, looking at Ye Qing with a sad and pitiful gaze.

"I'll go get the equipment!" Ye Qing snapped his fingers confidently.

"I'll drive you, I'll drive you." Rong Wei quickly asked his driver to get the car.

The Bentley sped away, leaving behind a crowd of people eagerly waiting for their savior to return.

Ye Qing asked Rong Wei to take him to Caiyi Street, where his van was parked in the parking lot.

At the parking lot, Ye Qing asked Rong Wei to go home first, saying that his Bentley couldn't carry the cutting equipment, and it couldn't be tied to the roof.

"Ha, Ye Brother, I'll go back first. We'll meet again another day." Rong Wei was truly tired. He was older and had been scared by the detectives. Now that he had seen the excitement, he needed to rest.

After saying goodbye to Rong Wei, Ye Qing got into his van.

Where to get the cutting equipment?

Naturally, the Lord's War Chariot, with its rich modification functions, could be slightly modified to complete the task.

However, modifying the Lord's War Chariot's mechanical arm was not cost-effective, as it required a lot of gold coins, and to revert it would cost more.

In the item mall, there were many metal cutting tools for sale. Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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