The scene unfolding before our eyes became an unforgettable moment for the Fire Chief and Wang Hao, as well as the others. They saw one innocent face after another, yet so resolute and passionate, riding motorcycles and speeding towards them!
On the backs of these model riders, bamboo baskets woven from scratch held firefighting tools. Some carried water and food as emergency supplies.
"We’re here!"
"Quick, put these things here, we have to go back and get more!"
The motorcycle shop owner placed the supplies he had carried on his back in front of the Fire Chief and patted him on the shoulder with determination.
"Usually, you heroes help us by running against the tide. This time, it’s our turn to serve you!"
The motorcycle shop owner’s words gave the Fire Chief an urge to cry. These veteran firefighters had faced countless battles, and nothing typically stirred them so profoundly. But the shop owner’s simple statement felt like a stone cast into the hearts of the team members.
"That’s right, sir, we’re here to help too!"
A young man with dyed yellow hair approached the firefighters; he was the former leader of the motorcycle team, once known as the Ghost Fire Knight. His face, usually filled with a carefree attitude, now showed a touch of steadiness and responsibility.
"I didn’t expect you to come too."
The Fire Chief mumbled as if talking to himself. The yellow-haired youth paused for a moment but quickly understood the meaning behind the Fire Chief’s words.
After saying this, the Fire Chief felt a bit regretful and glanced at him awkwardly. To his surprise, the young man not only didn’t mind but smiled calmly.
"To be honest, we were a bit excessive before, but we’re young, and it would be regrettable if we didn’t do something crazy while we still can!"
The yellow-haired young man saluted the Fire Chief, his expression suddenly becoming serious.
"I’ve made up my mind. Once this is over, I’ll sign up for the firefighter exam!"
Hearing this, the Fire Chief also solemnly returned the salute.
"Alright, we’ve said our piece. Now let’s get to work!"
After delivering the first batch of supplies, these mountain bikers headed back down the mountain. In the meantime, at the foot of the mountain, numerous reporters with long lenses were capturing the scene, and many supplies gathered by the community had also been placed in the designated spot.
When the sight of these Ghost Fire Knights appeared on TV, broadcasted to the entire nation, everyone couldn’t help but give these young people heartfelt praise.
"Who would have known? I used to look down on them, thinking they were crazy!"
"+1 upstairs, but I’ve already knelt down and apologized!"
"I wonder if I ride over to help now, will I make it in time?"
"They’re so cool, like the legendary Masked Riders!"
"How can you call them Masked Riders? They are our White Robed War Gods!"
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The online discussion about this incident quickly became the hottest trending topic. Song Xiangdong from the Safety Bureau saw the comments online and smiled with relief.
"Since this is happening, we should step in and help. Immediately allocate some supplies over there!"
Song Xiangdong called his secretary and gave brief instructions. Within five minutes of hanging up, three helicopters were already on their way to the burning forest.
Just after the helicopters took off, Song Xiangdong’s phone rang. Surprised by the caller ID, he hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Hey Wan Junchun, it’s only been a short while, and you’re already missing me?"
Song Xiangdong joked, but he was taken aback by the furious roar from the other end.
"That kid Lin Beichen, you spoiled him too much. He forcibly stopped our helicopter and took our men to fight the fire!"
Hearing this, Song Xiangdong was momentarily stunned but quickly understood. Considering Lin Beichen’s character, it wasn’t surprising at all. It would be odd if he hadn’t gotten involved.
"But it’s a good thing to fight fire, no need to be so angry."
Song Xiangdong defended Lin Beichen.
"Of course I know that!"
A cold hum came from the other end.
"I’m just mad that he’s so reckless, but I like his guts!"
At this, Wan Guochun started laughing heartily, a stark contrast to his earlier anger.
Thankfully, Song Xiangdong and Wan Guochun had been friends for years and understood each other well. Anyone else might’ve thought Wan Guochun was schizophrenic.
"When this fire-fighting mission is over, bring that kid over to my place. I want to see just how strong he is!"
Wan Guochun had some knowledge of Lin Beichen’s exploits, but to him, taking bullets unscathed seemed a bit exaggerated.