A cooperative was established early on when the bamboo products industry in Pinegrove Village began to develop.

Each household could set up small workshops to produce bamboo products, but these products had to be sold and order distributed uniformly by the cooperative.

Over the years.

The cooperative has been continuously expanding.

It has reached an annual sales volume of tens of millions.

Next to the main road leading in and out of Sunglow Town, the cooperative built a large warehouse.

This warehouse serves as a transit point for bamboo products.

The processed goods from Pinegrove Village would be transported to the warehouse, and then distributed uniformly by the warehouse.

By the time Dirk Carter arrived on the scene.

Chairman of the People's Congress, Edward Locke had already coordinated with the police station and village officials for rescue operations.

Since the firefighters needed more time to arrive, everyone could only use limited resources to suppress the fire, but the effect didn't seem significant.

"Zach, does our town have a water truck?"

"Yes, the sanitation station has one."

Zach Griffin said.

Dirk Carter said, "Go inform the sanitation station to bring the water truck over!"

"Alright!"

Zach Griffin immediately ran off.

The scene was a complete mess.

People kept coming, but due to the limited rescue equipment, their presence was of no use.

"My husband, my husband is still inside!"

Suddenly, an old lady started beating her chest in distress.

Seeing this, Dirk Carter swiftly ran over and asked, "Ma'am, where is your husband?"

The elderly lady pointed to the right side of the warehouse and said, "Inside, he should be in the security room."

Security room?

Dirk Carter nodded.

He said, "Don't worry ma'am, I will definitely bring him out safely."

After speaking.

He went straight to a police officer and had him douse him with a hose until he was thoroughly drenched.

Then, with no hesitation, he charged in through the main door.

This action startled everyone at the scene.

Seeing Dirk Carter's bravery, everyone started screaming.

At the same time, a young man hurriedly ran across the road in front of the warehouse and tapped on a car window.

The window rolled down.

Revealing a stern face.

Judging by the looks, he was at least in his sixties.

"What's the matter?"

The man asked.

The young man pointed towards the warehouse and said, "Ape's dad is trapped inside."

"What?"

The man's face immediately turned even more serious.

Angrily, he asked, "How many times have I told you?"

The young man looked ashamed and said, "Ape's dad was napping in the security room, and no one noticed."

The man was furious.

After a pause, he said, "Alright, then leave it alone, just give a bigger compensation afterwards."

"But the newly appointed Mayor Carter rushed in to save people."

As soon as the young man said this.

The man asked the young man, "What did you say, come closer and repeat that."

Thinking the man hadn't heard clearly, the young man leaned forward.

The elder then reached out and slapped him across the face two or three times, yelling, "Useless fool, if anything goes wrong, I'll have your head!"

After speaking.

The car window closed.

"Old Tristan, this is getting complicated, if Dirk Carter dies in there, we won't be able to explain to anyone."

Beside the elder, a man in an administrative jacket said.

If you looked closely, you would realize that this man was none other than Mason Sutton, the Party Secretary of Sunglow Town.

And the elder in his sixties was the former mayor of Sunglow Town, Tristan Reid.

Mason Sutton had a valid point.

Dahlia Hughes just announced that she would support the tea industry.

Anyone with a keen eye can see that this signals a declaration of war against Tristan Reid. Just a day later, Dirk Carter ends up burned to death. Even if it's an accident, all eyes will be on Tristan Reid.

It reeks of hiding silver in ingots and silencing witnesses.

Tristan Reid was well aware of this reasoning.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so angry.

After thinking for a moment, his gaze turned vicious, and he said, "Dying inside is a problem; if he comes out alive, it's also a big problem, isn't it?"

Mason Sutton shuddered at these words.

"What are you going to do?"

He asked, his tone anxious.

Tristan Reid smiled and said, "If he truly rescues the person, then he becomes a hero, and Dahlia Hughes will certainly take this opportunity to promote him. Once he wins the people's favor, you won't be able to control him."

"But you can't—"

Mason Sutton was about to speak.

Tristan Reid interrupted him directly.

He said, "Old Mason, does what I do concern you? You know nothing about it, right?"

This comment was a reassurance for Mason Sutton.

He opened the car door, got out, and left without looking back.

"Cunning dog, what a vile person!"

Tristan Reid muttered.

The car window opened again.

He gestured to the young man outside.

Then whispered a few words in his ear.

The young man nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

Inside the warehouse.

The heat was overwhelming.

Because they were all bamboo products.

Once the fire started, the possibility of completely putting it out was slim.

Luckily, the security room hadn't caught fire yet, but it wouldn't last much longer.

"Mister... cough cough cough... mister... where are you?"

Under the choking smoke.

Dirk Carter called out loudly as he searched.

The warehouse was huge.

With so many goods blocking his line of sight.

Dirk Carter found it difficult to search.

Even so, he didn't give up, weaving through the goods.

Bam bam bam!

Suddenly, knocking sounds came from not far away.

Dirk Carter's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly ran towards the source of the sound.

In a corner of the warehouse, he saw a makeshift prefab room.

On the door of the prefab room, hung the sign "Security Room."

Found it.

Dirk Carter pushed open the door.

Inside, an old man sat trembling in fear in the corner of the prefab, and upon seeing Dirk Carter, it was as if he saw hope.

"Mister, are you okay?"

Dirk Carter asked.

"I'm fine."

The old man replied frantically.

Dirk Carter glanced and saw a towel hanging on the wall, and a bottle of mineral water on the table.

He opened the bottle.

Wet the towel with the water, tied it over the old man's ears to cover his nose and mouth, and said, "Mister, let's try to keep low. Understand?"

After telling him this.

Dirk Carter began to make his way back.

By this time, the flames were growing larger, and fires were spreading to the nearby goods. The shelves that had been in decent shape were now spewing flames.

If he didn't leave now, he might perish here.

Just as Dirk Carter turned a corner past a row of shelves, he suddenly felt something move beside him.

Instinctively, he shrugged his shoulder.

With a crash, a water pipe came down hard on the bamboo products, smashing them to pieces.

He gasped.

Dirk Carter was secretly relieved; if he had reacted a second later, that blow would have hit him on the head.

Upon closer inspection.

He saw four people suddenly appear in front of him.

The four looked young, wearing tracksuits, each holding a water pipe in hand.

They all had gas masks covering their faces.

It was obvious they were targeting Dirk Carter.

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