"Massive chain explosion at the Binhai Chemical Plant! Cyanide-laced toxic smoke is spreading, and the entire industrial park is engulfed in flames! The special artificial lung antidote that could save the thirty special-duty firefighters burned in the blast is trapped inside the central cold-storage facility!"
The roads were melting, pipelines were flying through the air, and ordinary hazmat ambulances couldn't get through. The extreme heat would render the medicine completely ineffective within thirty minutes.
The entire city fell silent. The whole internet prayed for a miracle.
Song Yue, a single father and refrigerated-truck driver, had just lost a whole month's delivery pay after a customer complained and the platform docked his wages. He was driving a refrigerated box truck with failing cooling when he passed the blockade.
Hearing a second explosion up ahead, Song Yue touched the photo of his daughter in his pocket, yanked the steering wheel, and slammed on the accelerator, smashing through the yellow barricade!
"Stop him! That wreck of a truck will be a moving iron coffin if it goes in there!" The commander stared in horror.
With the main road sealed off by flames a thousand degrees hot, Song Yue relied on his intimate knowledge of the city's underground utility network and treacherous terrain. He shifted into reverse and used the refrigerated container to withstand the shock waves of the heat, then soared through a gap in the collapsing, burning steel framework!
When he was dehydrated all over, his hands scorched black from the steering wheel, and he flung the steaming, temperature-controlled case out the window, tears flooded the livestream camera.
At that moment, the shrill wail of sirens tore through the night.
More than a hundred police cars lined up across thirteen major roads, sealing off the entire city. Their lights stained the stormy night red!
"Traffic Police Headquarters, all units: All civilian vehicles, pull over without exception! Clear the city's lifeline for the ordinary hero driving that beat-up box truck!"
It sounds really good.
See you in the next book; to each their own.
It's too short, author, please update it!