Simulation Game: Crisis Management

"We can only gamble now. The pipe shifts and pressure changes caused by the explosion could trigger a secondary leak at any time. The faster we handle it, the better. Of course, we can't just ignore the risk. I have a barely feasible solution..."

Gu Ji paused for a moment.

"We can create a water wall along the factory's outer fence!"

"A water wall!?"

The crowd exclaimed in unison, questioning.

Gu Ji walked to a temporarily set-aside medical stretcher, removed the white cloth from it, and soaked it with water from a hose.

Just when everyone thought he was going to drape the wet cloth over himself, he instead spread it out flat with both hands.

Franz, the chemical defense team leader, immediately understood his intention.

"You want to use damp canvas as a water wall to wrap around the factory along the fence of the production base?"

"That's right."

Gu Ji nodded, "Wet canvas can effectively prevent chlorine gas from spreading, and key protection can be applied downwind, supplemented by two transport aircraft spraying water. To some extent, it can contain a large-scale chlorine leak."

This method was his reference to the handling of the "Chernobyl" incident.

Back then, the authorities built a steel-reinforced concrete sarcophagus directly over Reactor No. 4 to completely seal it off to prevent a secondary nuclear leak.

But chlorine, unlike nuclear radiation, doesn't disperse into the upper atmosphere; it only settles to the ground, so laying it along the fence is the most time and labor-efficient method.

Even so.

It didn't dispel the worry on Mr. Otto's face as he opened the blueprint of the BASF Factory and shook his head.

"The production base is too large. To cover all sides with canvas and soak them in water would take a long time with the manpower we have left."

"What if we mobilize civilian volunteers to help?"

Gu Ji asked tentatively.

In modern society, many incidents and disasters also see situations where the government's efforts are insufficient, relying on volunteers to help.

Mr. Otto exchanged glances with several overseers.

"The likelihood is low. Right now, the public is panicking due to the gas and are busy fleeing. The police and gendarmerie are struggling just to maintain basic order."

"We have to try."

Gu Ji pressed his lips together, "Plan with both hands, Mr. Otto. First, contact the nearest logistics textile factory to transport sufficient canvas, mobilize municipal government personnel at all levels, and send them to the front lines to help except for necessary posts."

"Broadcast through the city's radio to announce the factory situation, first emphasizing that we have controlled the disaster, expressing the credibility of the government and the military, and then summoning volunteers to help."

"Alba, prepare the speech immediately."

Mr. Otto instructed the secretary-general behind him, while the national defense garrison commander beside him was also trying to request reinforcements from the airbase.

Gu Ji and others were not idle either.

While the government and military were taking action, he continued to rescue people and gathered the chemical defense and fire brigades to extinguish the explosion at the synthetic rubber factory finally, ensuring that once the factory's production power was restarted, it would not trigger a secondary explosion.

After doing all this.

Gu Ji took out the technical manual of the production base again, studying the chemical safety handling equipment in detail.

"Lacks persuasion, rewrite it!"

Mr. Otto glanced at the manuscript sent by the secretary-general again and threw it back.

Gu Ji lifted his wrist.

By this time, more than an hour had passed since the plan was formulated, and the death toll had risen to 62 people. Aside from some missing individuals who hadn't been found, some injured might have died on their way to the hospital due to severe chlorine poisoning and being beyond rescue.

Outside the tent, the sun gradually rose overhead under the thin smoke and dust.

The presence of sunlight means rising temperatures.

And rising temperatures will bring pressure changes in the pipes, adding to the leak risk for already fragile storage tanks.

"Mr. Otto, we can't delay any longer. If it doesn't work, let me write it!"

"You can write speeches?"

Mr. Otto was initially surprised but then realized that someone with such a deep understanding of chemical handling couldn't possibly be illiterate.

He was wondering how he could thank Gu Ji for his outstanding performance in this incident, and now he had an opportunity to let him have some spotlight, which could help his future military career.

"Why don't you go ahead and speak? I'll have my people connect you to the emergency radio now."

As the logistics technicians made adjustments.

The black radio crackled twice, and the green light indicator lit up. Someone handed the microphone to Gu Ji, signaling that he could start speaking.

"Cough cough, citizens of Ludwig Port, I am Sergeant Herman, one of the commanders of the BASF Factory accident response team, and I am currently in the frontline temporary response group's tent. Standing next to me is Mr. Otto, Deputy Mayor."

"I am very grateful that, through our collective efforts, we have managed to prevent the disaster from spreading further. We are gathered in an era filled with hope and fear, an era filled with courage and sorrow; the more courage we gather, the more blood and tears we shed."

"So far, the government, military, and workers have all been fighting at the most dangerous front line. The firefighters have developed laryngitis, and Ler has pulmonary edema. They've all abandoned their own safety to protect our homeland and citizens."

"But now, it's time we need your help. There are still two tanks of liquid chlorine at the production base. We need to handle it safely, and we need to find some volunteers to help us build a canvas protective wall..."