The Wolf of Los Angeles.

The dry air blew into my mouth, making me feel hot and uncomfortable all over.

Oliver, a former seasonal firefighter, pulled the last bill from his wallet, bought a cold beer, got in his beat-up car, and headed for the hills.

His life has been in trouble since he was fired from the fire department in May.

Credit cards need to be paid, rent needs to be paid, children need to be raised, the pressure that middle-aged men face is something that others cannot empathize with.

Oliver drove towards the Hollywood Hills in the howling wind.

The Hollywood sign stands on the hillside of Mount Lee, with lights illuminating the long string of letters.

Oliver drove around and went up Mount Lee from the other side.

The car stopped in a place where dead branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground. He got out of the car and stepped on the dry leaves, making a crackling sound.

Oliver wanted to get his job back. The Los Angeles Fire Department had laid off seasonal firefighters in previous years, but this group of them always managed to fight back with their real skills.

There were no lights on the dark hillside except for the Hollywood sign.

Oliver put on gloves, took out a windproof lighter, and lit the fallen leaves on the ground.

Afraid that the fire would not start, he lit one place after another.

There were more than a dozen fires, some of which were extinguished by the wind, while others caught fire.

Oliver saw the three fires burning more and more fiercely, and he burst into laughter. He put away his lighter, ran to the car, started the car and left quickly.

The fire, fueled by the wind, spread upward from the north side of Li Mountain and gradually approached the top of the mountain.

Ashes and sparks blown up by the strong wind fell on the nearby hillside, and seven or eight more fires broke out.

Following the Malibu Hills and the Santa Monica Hills, several hills in the Hollywood Hills also caught fire.

A shrill fire alarm rang out nearby, and passers-by kept calling 911 to report the fire.

At this moment, standing in the Malibu Beach Villa area and looking towards the mountains to the west, the night sky is bright red.

Looking north from Sherman Oaks, the fire line in the northern Santa Monica Mountains forms a long line.

Susan, who had been on duty at the Los Angeles Fire Department these days, received the fire alarm. She immediately picked up her work bag, turned on the hidden camera, and ran out of the office with Michelle, the deputy chief on night shift.

The four fire trucks on standby will be dispatched immediately to the nearest Hollywood Hills fire.

Susan followed Michelle to an SUV.

I discovered an embarrassing situation on the fire truck side.

The male firefighter rushed over as soon as possible, put on his equipment, took the necessary items, and got on the vehicle to go out.

In order to achieve gender balance, a separate female fire brigade was established. They arrived late after the two cars belonging to the male team members had already driven out of the gate.

It’s not that they didn’t work hard, but the heavy equipment and inherent physical conditions slowed them down.

Michelle looked very unhappy and shouted, "Hurry up! Hurry up! You have been training for more than a month, where is your professionalism!"

Finally, at the urging of the deputy chief, two fire trucks were dispatched.

Susan never said anything, but just kept adjusting the direction she was facing and took pictures of all of them.

A command vehicle, a communications support vehicle, and two fire trucks drove out of the fire department headquarters one after another.

Ten minutes later, Susan saw the red night sky above the Hollywood Hills through the front windshield.

The car moved forward for a while, and suddenly a strong wind blew towards the car.

The scorching hot air poured in through the air-conditioning vents, and the car was suddenly filled with a burnt smell.

The inexperienced female driver quickly changed the vehicle's ventilation to internal circulation.

Susan looked at the road in shock.

Thousands of sparks burst out from the billowing smoke and red clouds above the Hollywood Hills, rushing along the road, like phosphorescent flames running out of the cracks in hell, welcoming them into hell.

A park ahead suddenly caught fire.

I don't know what flammable materials were piled over there, and the flames spread out with a whoosh.

There is a gas station not far away.

Deputy Chief Michelle participated in the female firefighter recruitment program. Although there were political and financial interests behind it, deep down she also wanted to prove that many jobs that only men can do can also be done by women.

There wasn’t one in the past because there was no opportunity.

She saw the rising flames and the bright gas station sign, and immediately ordered through the car radio: "Put out this fire first!"

Under Michelle's command, two fire trucks turned into the park and came close to the fire scene.

Even God was helping us now. After the strong wind, the wind became much weaker.

Michelle has also read a lot of books and information on firefighting technology during this period, and also observed on the training ground. After getting off the car, she directed a group of female subordinates to prepare to put out the fire.

These women have all received training. Although this was their first time participating in actual combat tonight, they still followed the operating requirements and cooperated in an orderly manner. They quickly dragged the high-pressure water guns to the edge of the fire scene.

The scorching temperature, the sparks flying in their faces, and the crackling noise of burning all made them feel weak.

The water valve was opened at this time, and several female firefighters held water guns and suddenly sprayed out water columns.

The person opening the water valve had shaking hands and opened it a little too wide, while the person holding the water gun felt timid and lacked confidence and strength.

The tremendous force brought by the high-pressure jet broke open the hands of the female firefighters and brought their bodies to the ground. The water gun hose was like a Titanoboa that suddenly came to life, twisting wildly on the ground and knocking down several more people.

The water did not spray into the fire, but instead sprayed towards the fire truck. During this time, a stream of water fell on Michelle, and the relatively petite deputy chief could not bear such force and sat down on the ground.

Someone yelled, "Turn off the water! Turn off the water!"

The person who controlled the water valve on the car was shaking with nervousness because the situation was out of control, and his head and hands were in a mess.

As we all know, training and actual combat are two different things.

At the gas station, several male employees came running over with fire extinguishers in their hands and helped put out the fire.

When I got a little closer, I saw a scene that was both hilarious and sad.

The two male employees who ran the fastest quickly threw down their fire extinguishers and went to control the high-pressure water gun.

The two men rolled and crawled, and although they were a little embarrassed, they quickly pressed the head of the water gun and turned off the valve.

The women lying on the ground were quite embarrassed.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly!" a bearded man shouted, "Don't be in a daze, the fire is about to burn to the gas station!"

With the help of the light from the fire, the other bald man saw clearly and shouted, "All women? Which idiot came up with the idea of ​​letting a bunch of women be firefighters? Can they do this job?"

This touched the sensitive spot of the female firefighter next to her. She got up from the ground and said, "You are discriminating against women!", ignoring the pain in her chest caused by the high-pressure water gun.

The other women all gathered around.

In the eyes of these feminists, fire is nothing; the gender war is above all else.

"Apologize!"

"Hurry up and apologize!"

"Expose him on the Internet!"

The sudden fire attack left the bearded man and the bald man dumbfounded.

That's not right. You guys are here to put out the fire, right? How did it become a personal attack?
On the communications support vehicle, Susan closed her eyes. As a woman, she couldn't stand the words and actions of these sisters.

But no matter what she thought in her mind, it did not stop her from using the hidden camera to record every scene that happened.

Michelle stood up at this time and tried her best to control the situation, but the women were angry and their emotions were difficult to control. It was difficult to get them to focus on their jobs, and various unexpected situations occurred frequently during the firefighting.

The fire in the park inevitably got out of control.

Michelle was exhausted both physically and mentally, but at least she could see the situation clearly. Seeing the fire burning towards the gas station, she quickly gave the order to retreat.

Even at this critical moment, there are still women who are entangled with men at gas stations, saying that they will be hung on Twitter if they don’t apologize.

When they got on the fire truck and were about to evacuate, these women started arguing in the car again, shirking responsibility, making sarcastic remarks, blaming each other, and they were almost on the verge of fighting.

Listening to the quarrel coming from the car radio, Susan continued to record and suddenly realized one thing: why the atmosphere in the fire department headquarters office was getting worse and worse.

Because there are too many women.

The convoy moved away from the fire scene, and the fire at the rear suddenly grew larger.

The fire spread into the gas station. Fortunately, a day's refueling almost used up the oil tanks, so the explosion was not large in scale.

But the burning materials flying all over the sky fell into the surrounding streets, buildings and green belts, causing new fires.

The sirens of police cars and fire trucks echoed across half of Los Angeles.

At the northern end of the Santa Monica Mountains, two fire companies stood guard in front of a community to prevent flames from rushing into residential areas.

Payton, the leader, shouted, "The onboard water tank is empty. Open the fire hydrant and activate the fire pipeline!"

Urban fire-fighting water uses special pipes with higher water pressure.

The high-pressure water gun is connected to the fire hydrant, and two fully armed male firefighters can control a high-pressure water gun and walk towards the fire scene.

The water gun valve opened and water gushed out, but the pressure was seriously insufficient.

Payton didn't understand what was going on and yelled, "Increase the pressure!"

Campbell at the fire hydrant shouted, "Boss, there's no water! There's no water in the fire pipe!"

"How is that possible!" Payton didn't believe it. This was life-saving water. Even if the City Hall was unreliable, they would not joke about such a thing.

Another person ran over and shouted from a distance: "Boss, there is no water! There is no water! I checked several fire hydrants and none of them had water!"

Payton cursed, "Damn it!"

The firefighters retreated.

Payton was a guy with a strong sense of responsibility, and he immediately shouted, "Get the wind-powered fire extinguisher and follow me!"

He was about to leave when Campbell grabbed him.

The man reminded him, "Boss, have you forgotten your colleagues from 911? Most of them have wives and children. What if something unexpected happens?"

The sound was not low and the surrounding firefighters heard it.

Everyone was silent.

Another person said: "There's no water in the fire hose, which proves that they're all a bunch of bastards up there. If we really get hurt, will they pay us?"

The person next to him took off his helmet and said, "Those bastards would rather cut the cost of purchasing firefighting equipment than pursue gender equality. Our benefits have been cut so much..."

Payton closed his eyes: "We tried our best." (End of this chapter)