C157 The Face of the Capitalist Is Plain to See

When the gas was ignited, I turned and ran as fast as I could to pick a spot with more grass so as not to leave any tracks.

I'm not afraid of leaving any traces. There's no one here, and there's no one to find out unless a miracle happens and it turns up on my head.

By the time I reached the far end of the clearing, the fire had nearly set the entire warehouse on fire.

As expected