ChineseSoon, the ten bullets were reduced by Yan Yu to a handful of raw materials, dismembered into ten small hills, and stacked in the cabin.

Jing Mohao squatted down, supported one knee with one hand, and scanned the ten piles of gunpowder with obvious uneven volume.

The fingers ran over the seemingly smallest pile, the gunpowder particles rubbed back and forth on the dry fingertips, and suddenly the movement of twisting and rubbing was violently thrown around, and the ammunition did not scatter as dust, but adhered into a ball and rolled on the ground.

"Young master, this ......"

Yan Yu also reacted when he saw such a scene, this ammunition also had the problem of dampness in the ammunition sold by the Forbidden Word Mansion.

However, their ammunition is produced in-house, and it stands to reason that such a problem should not occur, unless someone deliberately sprays water into their powder magazine.

That is to say, they have agents in the base.

Yan Yu hadn't said his conjecture yet, but he saw Jing Mohao pick up the bullet casings on the ground again, carefully examining the inside of each bullet casing, his eyes were on every corner, every welding and chain was closed, and his expression became more and more gloomy, like the moonlight falling into the icy lake, which was so cold that it made people feel cold.

"Young master, this shell... Have a question too? Yan Yu was afraid that Jing Mohao would give him a positive 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, which affects the whole body......

He has just taken over the position of the boss, and such a problem has arisen, and it is still a big problem of human life!

The ammunition and the shells are abnormal at the same time, and I wonder how many brothers on the front line will die for these non-lethal bullets...

This is the best evidence that he has no management and does not know people clearly, and the bullet residue in this place alone is enough for Jing Mohao to pull him back to the base to behead the public......

However, he had only been in office for less than three days, and he had not yet had time to start the matter of putting the arsenal in order, and these munitions were not produced during these three days, so they should have nothing to do with him in substance.

But he couldn't check the bullets in time, and even now, these bullets have been circulated in the hands of the young master, and he is indeed responsible.

To punish or not to punish, it is just Jing Mohao's words.

If he is not punished, he will be blessed and have a great life.

He also deserved it.

Jing Mohao didn't think about punishment, flicked his fingers, and threw the bullet casing between his fingers in an arc, which happened to fall on the pocket of Yan Yu's chest, and said with no joy or anger in his tone, "See for yourself." ”

Yan Yu didn't dare to be sloppy at all, his fingers coldly took out the bullet casings from his chest, and hurriedly checked them.

Sure enough, the internal structure was subtly altered by a single arc, but it was enough to change the arc and angle of the bullets, and if the distance was large enough, it was enough to deviate from the entire target legion, or even, enough to change the final outcome of a battle.

Yan Yu looked up at Jing Mohao, only to see that he had returned to his seat, and with an indifferent face, he stretched out one hand to sort out the fine metal on the inside of the other cuff, and tucked the edge into the stitching of the cuff.

Yan Yu looked at the unfazed young master with a bitter face, the calmer the young master's face at this moment, the more dangerous he felt his situation.

Jing Mohao raised his eyes and saw that he was holding a small bullet case in his hand, looking at himself with a sad face, and his eyebrows jumped.

Yan Yu is still too young to hold on, I'm afraid that even if the entire base is auditioned, it will be difficult to select a second general as stable as Ouyang.

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