The bombing had ceased, but formations were completely scattered, and so were people's hearts.
The commander of the Sanitation Worker was still confused; he didn't know what had happened. According to his experience, he thought that the explosion had been a grenade, but his experience also told him a grenade couldn't explode like that—it wasn't scientific.
It was like a person seeing a fire; his experience and common sense told him it was indeed a fire; he wouldn't need to put his hand into it to know. However, this fire was burning on the water surface, and experience told him water couldn't catch fire, so naturally, he felt confused.
Perhaps there was some scientific reason that could explain how fire could burn on water, whether it was marsh gas or oil floating on the surface. The problem was whether the person about to be burned by this fire had the inclination to investigate.
"Retreat! Everyone, retreat! Fuck! Move it..."
