(Cat flutter Chinese Jing Mohao put away his hand to arrange his cuffs, put up one leg, folded his hands on his knees, and asked Yan Yu with a calm face, "What do you see?" ”

"It's... Bullet casings..."

Yan Yu was a little hesitant and hesitant, he couldn't figure out what Jing Mohao wanted him to say, whether he wanted to test his attitude of admitting his mistakes, or just wanted to hear his own judgment.

Jing Mohao Huo Ran raised his legs, swept the coffee cup on the table on the ladder, swept it down at Yan Yu's feet, exploded a flying flower, and roared, "Talk back to me like a man!" ”

Yan Yu immediately stood upright, the soles of his shoes were penetrated by the fragments of broken teacups, piercing through the flesh, but he still stood straight, and his face was not broken, this is the steely discipline of the base, if it were not in front of Jing Mohao, Yan Yu would never have a time to spit.

Yan Yu reorganized his thoughts and said concisely, "Yes, young master, the internal grooves of the bullet case are asymmetrical, and it is a second-level defect. ”

"Consequences."

"If you deviate from the track, the light one will fail to attack, and the heavy one will die."

Jing Mohao's fingertips fell on the table, expressing satisfaction with his change, "Very good, know what to do?" ”

Yan Yu desperately turned his brain, trying to analyze comprehensively, "First secretly detain the relevant people involved in the manufacture of shells and the loading of gunpowder, secretly investigate, avoid startling the snake, and then take back all the ammunition that has been allocated." ”

Jing Mohao glanced at him and reminded, "It's not just those who make ammunition that have access to shells and gunpowder. ”

"Each of our processes is carried out in isolation, ensuring that the responsibility is assigned to the person, and no one outside the person will touch our assembly line." Yan Yu is a person who goes back and forth in various assembly workshops of the base all day long, and he is extremely familiar with the affairs of the base.

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

Yan Yu immediately bowed his head, "Young master, don't dare to be humble." ”

Jing Mohao didn't ask for a second time, "Are you 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 the weight of a thousand pounds.

Yan Yu was like a frosted eggplant, hanging his head and not saying a word.

Jing Mohao directly ordered, "First send me an urgent batch of usable ammunition, notify the base, and before they have withdrawn people, take the camera records of the first few days before the production of this batch of goods, and lock up the cleaning personnel and maintenance personnel in the suspicious workshop secretly, and do not let people go if they don't spit out something." ”

Yan Yu listened to his instructions, still confused, trying to think about his way of analysis.

Jing Mohao got up and kicked at the crook of his leg, Yan Yu's knee was weak, and he almost knelt down, but fortunately there were debris under his feet to support him.

I only heard Jing Mohao coldly reprimand, "I usually have the effort to put less sandbags and more suspense." ”

After that, close the door and shut Yan Yuhe and the waste materials out of the door.

Yan Yu made a fuss at the back of his head worriedly.

What did the young master just say?

The young master actually asked him to practice less kung fu and watch more suspense?

What is suspense for? Can I eat it?

Is there any meaning in this?

Yan Yu touched his well-developed pectoral muscles, and couldn't help but wonder, did the young master feel that he had practiced too well, and was afraid that he would surpass him?

What are you kidding, no matter how muscular he is, he won't be able to pass three moves in the hands of the young master, and he will definitely be put in...

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