Jingrui Palace.
Jing Mohao sat on the sofa with one leg up and quickly browsed the news in the newspaper.
A wine glass was indispensable on the table, always filled with intoxicating pure wine.
This is a habit he has only formed in recent days.
Yan Yu stood at the door and typed a report.
With Jing Mohao's permission, he stepped forward to report the news.
Yan Yu is the personal follower of Jing Mohao who was re-promoted from the base.
Although he is not as tall as Ouyang, he is still a good player who has been tempered and experienced many life and death tests.
His skin has long been tanned to a strong bronze color, but You can still see the handsome young man hidden in black clothes, and his slightly slanted sword eyebrows show off his heroic spirit.
"Young Master, an arsenal in the Forbidden City was found on the outskirts of Vietnam, and its location has been determined."
Jing Mohao put down the newspaper, picked up the wine glass, and leaned leisurely on the sofa, "Is the news reliable?"
"Basically reliable."
"How is the strength?"
"We purchased a batch and tested it.
The dryness of the gunpowder was not high enough.
It should have been developed in recent years.
We have insufficient inventory and are eager to market it."
"Tell me the important point."
Jing Mohao interrupted coldly.
He won't understand this obvious truth.
"Yes, young master, how do you want to deal with it?"
Yan Yu asked carefully.
Although he had a high prestige among the base troops, he had been in charge of training the troops before and rarely had direct contact with Jing Mohao, so he was still a little unpredictable about Jing Mohao's speaking habits and temperament.
Jing Mohao swallowed a sip of red wine and said in a contemptuous and indifferent tone, "It's going to explode."
A bunch of scrap warehouses were blown up by him with his own efforts, even if he, Jing Mohao, did justice for God and helped the government clean up the market.
Yan Yu's eyes were slightly surprised and he hurriedly said, "Young Master, our people have gone to investigate.
They have set up dense high-voltage power grids with the arsenal as the center and a radius of hundreds of miles.
Once you step into their prevention area, they will Instantly electrocuted."
"High-voltage power grid" Jing Mohao put down his wine glass and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Yes, we have lost several investigators because of this high-voltage power grid.
The boss used to be the best at electricity, but" Yan Yu tightly closed his mouth under Jing Mohao's icy gaze.
Since Ouyang disappeared, people in the base have tacitly kept silent about their once mighty and domineering boss, promising to abide by the "three no's" principle, not to mention, not to discuss, and not to speculate.
Especially in front of Jing Mohao.
Jing Mohao put down his draped legs, stretched out his hand to grab his coat on the sofa, stood up and took a step forward, "Let's go, I'll go blow it up myself."
"Young Master, you can't go, it's very dangerous."
Although Yan Yu didn't know what to say and what not to say, he must not go on a business trip to protect the safety of the Young Master.
Jing Mohao glanced at him haughtily and snorted, "The danger is only for you."
After saying that, he walked past Yan Yu and walked out of the door with steps that could flatten any plateau cliff.
Yan Yu hurriedly followed out, but unexpectedly the man came back again, and was about to run into the arms of his young master.
Suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, a gust of wind passed by, and he had already been separated from the mysterious embrace in his imagination.
Passing by.
Yan Yu rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
He felt that his kung fu was good, but he couldn't even keep up with the young master's heels.
The gap was really disappointing: