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Chapter 340: Read More Suspense Novels


Jing Mohao took away the hand that was adjusting his sleeves, crossed one of his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and asked Yan Yu calmly, "What did you see?"

"This shell" Yan Yu was hesitant and hesitant.

He couldn't figure out what Jing Mohao wanted him to say.

Did he want to test his attitude of admitting his mistakes, or just wanted to hear his own judgment?

Jing Mohao suddenly raised his leg, kicked the coffee cup on the table up the spiral staircase, and swept it down to Yan Yu's feet.

It exploded into a shower of flying flowers and shouted, "Reply like a man."

Yan Yu immediately straightened his posture.

The soles of his shoes were penetrated by the broken teacup fragments, piercing his skin.

However, he still stood upright, with an unbroken face.

This was the steel-like discipline of the base.

If it were not in front of Jing Mohao, Yan Yu would There will never be a moment of hesitation.

Yan Yu reorganized his thoughts and said concisely and concisely, "Yes, young master, the groove inside the bullet case is asymmetrical, and it is a second-level defective."

"as a result of."

"The track deviates, the attack fails in the least case, and the person in the worst case dies."

Jing Mohao placed his fingertips on the table and expressed satisfaction with his changes, "Very good, I know what to do."

Yan Yu racked his brains desperately and tried to make a comprehensive analysis, "First secretly detain the relevant people involved in the manufacture of cartridge cases and loading gunpowder, conduct a secret investigation to avoid alerting the enemy, and then take back all the allocated ammunition."

Jing Mohao glanced at him and reminded, "It's not just those who make ammunition who have the opportunity to come into contact with cartridge cases and gunpowder."

"Each of our processes is conducted in isolation to ensure that responsibilities are assigned to each person and we will never allow anyone other than dedicated personnel to come into contact with our assembly lines."

Yan Yu is a person who goes in and out of various assembly workshops at the base all day long.

He is very concerned about all aspects of the base.

Very knowledgeable about this matter.

Jing Mohao looked at the blood spreading under his feet with complicated eyes, and pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit."

Yan Yu immediately lowered his head and said, "Young Master, I don't dare to do this despite my humble position."

Jing Mohao did not ask for a second time, "You can be sure that no outsiders have touched the assembly line."

Jing Mohao's voice was not loud, but it passed through Yan Yu's ears with a huge weight.

Yan Yu looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, his head lowered and silent.

Jing Mohao directly gave the order, "First, urgently transfer a batch of usable ammunition to me, notify the base, and before they evacuate the people, collect the camera records of the few days before the production of this batch of goods, and report the suspicious The cleaning staff and maintenance staff in the workshop are all locked up secretly, and they are not allowed to release them until they spit something out.”

Yan Yu listened to his instructions, still confused, and tried hard to think about his analysis method.

Jing Mohao stood up and kicked the crook of his leg.

Yan Yu's knees softened and he almost fell to his knees.

Fortunately, he was supported by the debris under his feet.

Just listen to Jing Mohao scolding him coldly, "When you have time, spend less time packing sandbags and read more suspense novels."

After that, he closed the door, shutting out Yan Yu and all the rubbish.

Yan Yu rubbed the back of his head worriedly.

What did the young master just say?

The young master actually asked him to practice less martial arts and read more suspense novels

What are suspense novels used for and can they be eaten?

Is there any profound meaning in this?

Yan Yu touched his well-developed chest muscles and couldn't help but wonder if the young master felt that he had practiced too well and was afraid that he would surpass him.

Are you kidding me?

No matter how strong my muscles are, if I fall into the hands of the young master, I can't survive three moves and he will definitely put him in: