Chemistry

Drone's three miles out. The wolf pack was unlikely to attack here, but I felt an instinctive fear of the overwhelming wildlife of predators shining on the monitor.

Kaya, look at this.

Kaya was surprised to see dozens of wolves moving in formation.

The mall is hunting. That means there's a target nearby.

Was it that Wolverine?

"Too small for a group of people of that size to target. Flax.

Kaya said as she watched the drone screen reflecting the forest as a whole.

It looks like here.

Two giant deer, 2.5 metres in length, appeared under the river that runs through the pipeline. Jungwoo immediately heard the radio when he saw the spot called Moose Creek.

Please respond to Russguard Base Camp. Eugene Chemical Drone.

I was sharing a local radio channel a few days ago, so I got an answer radio right away.

Cheers.

- What's going on?

I think you need to give evacuation orders to the associates who are inspecting 452 miles away. There are about 20 wolves moving.

- I'm sorry?

The opposing Pokémon seems perplexed by the sudden news. Jungwoo watches the wolves rushing as they surround the Moose Creek.

We're chasing them with drones, and they're running like two mooses at once.

Kaya, who was looking at the distant points with binoculars, added.

A group of wolves carefully devise a hunting strategy and aim for a goal. If humans interfere with it, it can transform even if you're used to avoiding it.

Jungwoo also delivered this message on the radio.

- There are three nearby. We'll be in touch.

Jungwoo's gaze turned back to the monitor, thinking that the threat had disappeared.

Quick-running wolves momentarily kill the protagonist and surround the creek in the shape of a V. Five wolves emerge from unarmed places, raising their heads and crying.

Signal the start of the hunt.

I actually heard a cheerful cry three miles outside.

“Hey, Jungwoo. ”

The saint opened his mouth to what was happening on the monitor.

“They're digging a trap, aren't they? ”

“Maybe.”

Jung was nervous and swallowed his saliva when he saw the hunting of a group of wolves, which was hard to see even in National Geographic, directly with an ultra high magnification camera.

You hear the two moose heads relaxing while drinking water. A herbivore animal, but a heavy moose, runs swiftly to the other side of the sound.

The wolves lie flat in the forest, waiting for Moose to come.

When a moose jumps into the mud, splashing, and jumps into the vicinity of a herd of hidden wolves. The seven wolves snap onto the blind spot for a moment.

The other moose turns in a daze. However, eight wolves lurking on the other side attacked violently with sharp teeth.

Jungwoo and the saint watched the brutal food chain relationship in nature.

Finally, Jungwoo, who thought it was over, groaned as he saw a wolf clinging to a tree on Moose's horn.

The enormous moose has successfully scattered the chase of the wolves and broken through the siege. The wolves start chasing Moose, running towards the creek again.

"Huh?"

Jungwoo's eyes widen as he looks at the moose rushing towards the pipeline like a loose horse. Moose hurriedly dives into space underneath the H-beam to avoid threats behind his back and empties the pipeline! I pushed it with my body.

The wolves also turn along the moose that passes by the shaking H-beam.

Prudo Bay TAPS Management Office Comprehensive Situation Room.

Ben Watson, a Baker Hughes technician who had been monitoring for the past 13 days with improved leak detection software, flickered with a warning window on his monitor.

Between [sixth pump base] and [seventh pump base], the amount of crude oil flowing in and out showed a difference.

Master!

David, who was analyzing the SmartPig data, turns to Ben's cry.

452 miles of internal pressure is dropping rapidly!

With this sound, the gazes of Zhuhana, Railan and Neogi return at once.

Neo was surprised and asked.

A crude oil spill?

Yes, this level of pressure change cannot be explained without an extravasation.

Neogi's face reminds me of last month's nightmare.

Is there anyone out there?

One week, he identified and said that the emergency repairs that he had received earlier were right next door.

Our drone team is inspecting nearby.

Contact us!

Pyriririx.

The satellite phone rang and the Holy Father immediately picked up the receiver.

“Yes, sir. Checking for spills now. We're shooting with drones. It doesn't look like much to me when I look at it visually, but... ”

Jungwoo swallowed a sigh of black liquid coming out of the pipeline.

It was the first time we've seen a pipeline get damaged in real time, even though we've reviewed 450 miles and analyzed all the signs of stars.

Cheers.

- This is Luke. The tremor in the pipeline has intensified. It's not an earthquake. I doubt it's an oil spill.

- I felt it too. Shouldn't we call the pump station and tell them to shut off the valves?

- The line needs to be longer. It'll take at least six hours for the blockade to start. Did you hear the wolf crying, by the way? That was creepy.

Their conversation was also heard in Jungwoo's ears as they were still tuning the wireless channel towards the Russguard.

Six hours late. There's a gap going on. ’

Before the blockade was over, Jung had no choice but to turn his eyes to the saint who was watching when he expected this area to become a field of oil.

“· · · Is that it? Very well, I'll keep you posted without moving separately. ”

The face of the saint who finished the call was very dark.

“What did they say in the Situation Room? ”

“Once there is a leak, the production of crude oil stops immediately, and the Federal Administration meets a committee. And if this gets out in a massive accident, our inspection schedules can also be fully revised.

· · · · · ·. ”

I lost my words to the words of the saint who puts the smoke of the project in my mouth. It was because of the sweet reward waiting at the end of this matter that he was able to sleep outside at minus 80 degrees and walk on the glacier that posed the risk of a blizzard.

The wolf pack and moose have created a crisis that will end the reward.

- I can't pay you or Chan for it, but I'll never get rid of it. That's what I've been doing at the diner.

Restaurants and mortgages. Mother's voice, which told me not to get involved in adult business, was in my head.

"He may not be the oldest, but he's a chemist, me. Think. Find a way. ’

Jungwoo's gaze was toward the coffin where the oil was flowing.

Cheers.

- Base camp transmissions. Received leak confirmation from the Comprehensive Situation Room. 452 miles to location. Please advise reachable linewalkers.

- Luke, it was a mile ago.

- Simpson, about two miles away. The leak? Shit.

On the radio, you hear the Russguard talk again.

- Base camp transmissions. It is said that tightening the screws can slow down spills. Do you want to try?

- Wolves are reported.

- I'm carrying an anesthetic blogan, but how many can you beat with 5cc's of Jorethyl?

- Two big ones. There's 20 of them.

- Damn it.

Jungwoo, who was focusing on the molecular world that appeared to be between the gaps in the pipeline, heard this radio and pressed the button.

"Eugene Chemical Drone Team Only. Does anyone have a chemical for setting up a detection rod 452 miles away?"

Mr. Han? I'm Luke, and there are two left from yesterday's search of the basement.

- Simpson, one thing I didn't write last night.

Three chemicals is enough firepower. Here, the molecular structure of all the currently available surrounding objects has been broken down and recombined in front of Jungwoo's eyes.

'It's worth a try. We have a good chance of stopping the leak before the breach gets any deeper. ’

Jungwoo's gaze is on Kaya, scouting for wolf pack trends.

Kaya

Yes?

If you had to go into that forest, how dangerous would it be?

Kaya lowers her binoculars and stares at Jung Woo. She asked if she wanted to die or not.

You're a wolf with the intelligence to hide your breath and sell a trap. Didn't you say the smarter the wildlife, the less likely they are to attack humans?

You can't calculate like that. One percent chance for anyone, one hundred percent for anyone. Plus, the odds of that being a predator failing to hunt change the story.

Hearing her words, the fleeing moose doesn't seem to have caught it.

If you don't go and fix the pipeline now, it's going to be a big mess. The environment in this area is going to be devastated.

Mr. Han. You're mistaken. I was hired to keep you safe, not to protect that pipeline or nature here.

Her resolute answer. Jungwoo added without retreating.

What if the wolf finds out a mile before it approaches?

How?

Jungwoo pointed to the nose because it could not refer to the infrared wavelength or anything else that senses the animal's body heat.

I'm almost as good as a dog because I have an absolute sense of smell. If a wolf approaches within a mile, I'll stand down. Is that all?

Kaya laughs, thinking it's a joke.

Absolute sense of smell? Even if I did, don't you think I'd be wrong?

You can't be wrong. It's a nose that even the French perfumers recognize. You won't believe what we just ate yesterday. We're all eating canned goods. Let's stand still.

Jungwoo's gaze sweeps Kaya's whole body. Then I stopped at my fingertips.

I heard there was nothing to guide you yesterday, so I was just camping, and I guess I caught a fish in the middle. There's something on your hands. The smell of the sea and the river, what kind of salmon is that?

Kaya's face is embarrassed that she never told anyone that she was fishing.

Jungwoo looked at his feet and said, kicking his tongue.

"I don't mean to say this to a young lady, but the socks on the inside are the same for the third day. If you didn't think it would smell because it was stuck between you, you could conceptualize the rate of microorganism reproduction · ·

Stop!

Kaya, with a red face, points to the forest.

Okay, let's go. I didn't realize Mr. Han had such a deep sense of mission.

The destiny of a firstborn rather than a sense of mission.

- Mr. Jungwoo has left for 452 miles for emergency maintenance. Along with Kaya in case she encounters a wolf.

One week, while sitting restlessly in the comprehensive situation room of Prudo Bay, the satellite phone of the Holy Killer grew as soon as he had eyes.

“I beg your pardon?”

- The situation is urgent and there's a chance of failure, so I'll leave the reporting to the head of the main team.

The unexpected news stunned her, too.

You're gonna fix this? ’

Joo saw TAPS officials rolling their feet. Especially Neo was not pale, so he was pointing around with a white face.

If reporters ask, they will explain the situation in front of Fairbanks Headquarters. The supervisor already? We still don't know the size of the breach. It's been less than five minutes! When does maintenance arrive?

At least 8 hours since the road is not properly equipped.

If the collection time is slower than the valve closure time, it's no different than last month! The amount of crude oil that has already entered the sixth pump base is up to 500 barrels.

Knowing the gravity of the situation, she quickly made her decision.

Master.

Neo turns his head.

Why? Did you get the new report? Did it get worse?

No, Eugene Chemical's staff will go to the spill point and carry out urgent maintenance. If we can stop the leak quickly, we might be able to defend against some pressure from the Federal Administration.

How can Eugene Chemical, hopeful but without any tools, make repairs?

A note from the center manager who emphasized that the success of this project depends on him. In fact, I've been working with him and I've been experiencing nothing.

This was a crisis and an opportunity.

Failure to raise expectations for unpleasant reports can lead to the destruction of trust that has been accumulated. However, if successful, the enormous presence of Eugene Chemicals that TAPS would feel in the future would be irreplaceable.

One week, he made a firm decision and replied.

If the person who started at that point could find molecular formulas anywhere, would he be trustworthy? He's also the only corrosion specialist in the world who has filled out 50 percent of the master's satisfaction test reports by himself.

Are you talking about the young man from the drone team?

Yes.

The appeal is over. Now we have to wait for the results anxiously.

452 Miles - 11 Degrees, Gray Wolf Forest

Luke arrives at a drainpipe that reeks of oil and frowns. The amount spilled to date is approximately 100 liters. It was just below the puddle, so it didn't spread anywhere.

If you just stop here, the repairs will be simple.

Luke casts his gaze toward the lush forest, despite the midday heat. It was because of my mood that I smelled a little blood as well as the smell of oil.

Luke puts on the radio and presses the send button.

Simpson. When are you coming? Did you get eaten?

Cheers.

- Tell a bad story. You really think you can survive that little liver? If you think you're going to panic, just bite down on the heart pill and wait.

As you examine the damage to the pipeline, you hear a rustling sound that Luke has never felt before.

Are you scared?

Simpson, as he approaches, kicks his tongue while examining the sides of the drainpipe where the oil is leaking.

I thought it was a design problem because the deer hit me, but it's pretty old.

Especially in this area. I saw cracks in the insulation.

How can Mr. Han fix this place?

Luke and Simpson look at each other, expressing ignorance.

A portable soldering iron.

At that time, the two gazes returned to the answer from a distance.

A young Asian man with shiny eyes approached with a wave. There was also a blonde girl walking cautiously next to him.

Mr. Han. Kaya.

You greet him with a greeting face.

In the middle of a wolf den, Mr. Han looks bright.

It's not nearby.

When Jungwoo confirmed it, Kaya turned her head.

Is there really nothing?

If you still don't believe me, I have nothing to say. Better yet, Kaya, let me borrow your lightbulb and survival kit. Luke, Simpson, hand over the flame chemicals.

I took out all the contents in the tin and was immersed in the idea of making a coin-sized flame chemical into powder.

I planned to melt it with momentary heat and solder it through the cracks. To do so, an accurate weighing of a kilo of dust was required.

If the fire becomes stronger, the threat of explosion burns and even if the dung fried with incomplete combustion ignites crude oil, the situation becomes more severe.

‘Burn this place and I won't be able to return to Korea · · · · · ·. ’

Jungwoo carefully unpacked the tablets.

About 10 minutes after the real combination begins. Kaya, who was constantly scouting around, asked Jungwoo.

Do you not smell wolf now?

"Oh, wait a minute.

When I closed my eyes, I looked around at the open jungle, and I smelled a big aroma.

That Wolverine is back in front of me. This should be enough to prove it's safe, right?

Kaya looks up at her binoculars. As Jungwoo said, when the Weasel Beast showed his face, she looked unbelievable.

While tightening the screws on the side of the pipeline, Luke shakes his head as the spill increases and sees the dead crude oil close to two barrels in the pool.

Luke turns his eyes to Jungwoo, who has heard the sound of banging on the interior wall with a spanner.

Mr. Han. The local pipeline is thinner because of corrosion, making the gap much better. After five barrels, we all have to shower in oil.

Jungwoo lifts his head, pulling out the flare and placing the contents little by little into the tin can.

10 minutes left.

10 minutes? What does that mean?

The pipe burst.

Simpson was furious as he tightened the screws on the H-beam. Luke tilts his head and asks Jungwoo.

Blow up?

There's more hard wax on the inside wall than soft wax, so once you open it, it won't crack, it'll crack.

Simpson nods as if he agrees with Jungwoo's words while opening his waist and listening to the pipeline.

The dull sound is the light wax.

Will it explode? These fractures are a form that accelerates the flow rate once they occur.

With 20 years of experience between the linewalkers, Jung points to a point in the gap.

More than 35% thinner in diameter, and that's the only way it's going to explode. To the extent that it can be tolerated? because it's predicted to break all at once.

Luke rushed to the idea of Jungwoo mentioning thickness and asked Simpson.

Mr. Han is talking about the Pipeline Scale, right?

The calculations are complicated, so I don't know.

Give me the detector.

Luke with a portable X-ray fluorescence detector measured the cracks. Luke, who confirmed that the depth of the groove is deeper than 0.9 mm and is at least 60 cm wide, did a stammer calculation and said:

Simpson, the American Institute of Mechanical Engineering explosion-pressure formula is about the size of a wound you can withstand.

You remembered that.

Jungwoo scratches the flint with his knife and opens his mouth as if it were passing by.

That's right. That's 10 minutes. No, it's gonna be an unbearable wound in eight minutes.

The Pipeline Scale is a standard of coping in the United States, and Mr. Han does not know how to do this.

"Is that so important? It's fair everywhere in the melted world. Korea, the United States, this Alaska Ozina.

Luke looks indifferent and groans as he watches Jungwoo work.

Engaged with professional measuring equipment, complex calculations, and a long-time line-walker, the Asian boy only anticipates and expresses his opinions.

I was devastated as a corrosion expert who had worked with pride, but I couldn't help but wonder what that young man was up to.

Jungwoo, which sharpened the flint a little more, closed the tin lid looking at the predicted chain reaction in the molecular world until the end.

“We're screwed. ”

Almost 30 minutes. The weather is freezing, but I'm sweating profusely in my suit.

Jungwoo, who put on his mittens and held up the tin preciously, looks back at his actions.

Is that the soldering device Mr. Han was talking about?

There are no fancy items, but yes.

I said eight minutes ago, and now I have less than two minutes.

That was a close call. Would you two mind stepping back? Kaya, go further back.

Jungwoo saw the three men open the street and waved the tin can. Like a cocktail.

Chiiiy-!

You hear a sudden reaction from inside the barrel. Jungwoo pushed it into the gap through which crude oil flowed.

The tin barrel touching the surface of the pipeline begins to melt.

Jung saw that the barrel was in place and said, "Oh, my God!” I took my hand off and quickly retreated. Even the mute gloves made of quality leather couldn't stop all the heat from that reaction, so my palms burned.

Above the black oil that slowed down, the same mercury-like liquid that slowed down covered it. The liquid solidified in a flash in freezing weather.

The crude oil that was pouring down through the pipeline stopped like a lie.

What, what?

What is this · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

And then Luke and Simpson said, "What are we looking at? I exchanged my eyes.

Jungwoo was relieved to know that the hot oil had started to flow down the inside of the pipeline.

“Ow, I need to put some medicine on this palm. ”

Jung, who took the radio out of his waist, paged the holy man who would eagerly wait for news.

“Dear Representative, The spill stopped. First of all, there's about two and a half barrels of crude oil around here. ”

Chiik

- Wow, did you really stop him? Awesome. I'll report to the situation room right away. And there are no other risks?

“Yes, just a little bit of palm. ”

The look on Jungwoo's face changed as he replied.

A wolf. It hides just over 200 meters away, keeping an eye on things here.

Kaya

Jungwoo pointed to the direction in which the wolf was visible and asked.

There's only one wolf watching us, and I'm sure it'll be okay, right?

Kaya raises her binoculars and finds a wolf in a thick crevice.

Scout's Assistance.

Yes means · · · · · · · · ·.

You have to get out of here before you get hunted.

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