Along with the opening of the dam gates, the raging waters instantly cascaded down.
"I think at this flow rate... it's probably too late. Can your man hold out for two hours?"
It didn't take much effort to deal with the guards on the dam, but after taking control, Shen Qingxi soon calculated with her clever mind that there was a serious issue with the original plan.
Indeed, there was such a dam and reservoir, but the Thames River itself was not a particularly large river; relying on the reservoir to flood Avalon, even in the most optimistic scenario, would take at least two hours.
This isn't a gas pipeline that you can ignite, and with a bang, blow up a whole street.
The speed of the water flow is not actually that fast.
"I have other ways."
Li Mumu took off the felt hat and the bird-beak mask and tossed them aside, a three-foot red silk ribbon unfurled with the wind, enveloping herself.
