Soon, Yan Yu reduced the ten bullets into a handful of raw materials, dismembered them into ten small mounds, and stacked them in the cabin.
Jing Mohao squatted down, supported one knee with one hand, and scanned the ten piles of gunpowder with obviously uneven sizes.
He picked up the smallest pile with his fingers and rubbed the gunpowder particles back and forth on the dry fingertips.
He suddenly stopped the rubbing action and flicked it around.
The ammunition did not disperse into dust, but stuck together into a ball.
Rolling on the ground.
"Young Master, this" Yan Yu saw such a scene and realized that this ammunition also had the same moisture problem as the ammunition sold by Ji Yanfu.
But their ammunition is produced independently by the base, so it stands to reason that there should not be such a problem, unless someone deliberately sprays water into their gunpowder magazine.
That means that there are agents in their base.
Before Yan Yu could tell his guess, he saw Jing Mo Hao picking up the bullet casings on the ground again, carefully looking at the inside of each shell, his eyes scanning every corner, every welding and chain connection, his expression It was getting darker and gloomier, like the moonlight falling into an icy lake, so cold it made people feel chilly.
"Young Master, there is something wrong with this cartridge case."
Yan Yusheng was afraid that Jing Mohao would give him a definite answer, and his face turned pale with fright.
Ammunition is the foundation of an organization, and it is also the blood of their dark base.
A single move can affect the whole body.
He has just taken over the position of boss, and such a problem arises.
It is still a big issue that affects human life.
The ammunition and shells appeared abnormal at the same time.
I don’t know how many brothers on the front line will lose their lives for these harmless bullets.
This is the best evidence that he has poor management and unclear knowledge of people.
The bullet waste in this place alone is enough for Jing Mohao to drag him back to the base and behead him in public.
However, he had only taken office for less than three days, and he had not yet had time to start reorganizing the arsenal.
These ammunition were not produced in these three days, and should have no substantial connection with him.
But he failed to check out the problem with the bullets in time.
Even now, these bullets have been circulated to the young master, and he is indeed responsible.
Punishment or no punishment is just a word from Jing Mohao.
If he is not punished, he will be blessed and blessed.
He deserves the punishment.
Jing Mohao did not think about punishment.
He flicked his fingers and threw the bullet casing in an arc.
It happened to land in Yan Yu's chest pocket.
He said with no hint of joy or anger in his tone, "See for yourself."
Yan Yu didn't dare to be careless at all.
He took out the bullet casing from his chest with cold fingers and inspected it quickly.
Sure enough, the internal structure had been cleverly changed by an arc, but it was enough to change the arc and angle of the bullet.
If the distance was large enough, it could deviate from the entire target army, and even change the final outcome of a battle. .
Yan Yu looked up at Jing Mohao and saw that he had returned to his seat.
He stretched out one hand to straighten the fine metal mesh on the inside of the other cuff with a nonchalant expression, and tucked the edge into the seam of the cuff.
Yan Yu looked at the calm young master with a sad face.
The calmer the young master's face was at this moment, the more dangerous he felt that his situation was.
Jing Mohao raised his eyes and saw that he was holding a small bullet casing in his hand, looking at him with a frown on his face, his eyebrows twitching.
Yan Yu is still too young to be able to handle things.
I am afraid that even if there is an audition in the entire base, it will be difficult to select a second general as stable as Ouyang
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