Mr. Lee sits at a large solid wood desk with a dirty cement block on a shiny top.

He moved his hands and feet, calmed down, stared earnestly at the cement block that was only the size of a fist, cleared his throat, sat down solemnly, and opened his mouth to the cement block: "Hum-ah-boom!" "The sound is long, endless.

The room reverberated with the echo of incantations, "buzzing", like the engine room of a power plant.

The cement block, which was one and a half meters away from Lee Myung-bak, suddenly jumped up by itself without the action of an external force, "click-and-click......"

Lee Myung-bak's face was overjoyed, knowing that his three-character kung fu had improved, and suddenly there was a pain in his heart for no reason, and the pain made him pale and lay on the table.

"Senior brother, you are practicing this kung fu too quickly. Ordinary people learn mantra kung fu to move forward in groping, and the entry is naturally slow," on the top of Qianxiu Peak, Hui Idiot once said to Lee Myung-bak: "But the advantage is that the body will transform itself and adapt to mantra kung fu." Others have practiced for several years to reach the realm, you can reach it in less than half a month, on the surface, it seems that the entry is fast, but in fact, the body has not kept up with the entry of kung fu, with the enhancement of the power of the spell, your body simply can't withstand such a powerful spell, but I am afraid that it will harm yourself. ”

Lee Myung-bak even claimed to be true on the surface, but in his heart he was secretly proud, feeling that there were a few people in the world who had such a talent as himself, and he found some excuses to cover up that they did not work hard to practice, most of them out of jealousy.

Today's heart hurt so badly that Lee Myung-bak didn't take it to heart, but only thought it was a normal reaction in the process of holding the spell. He is a registered disciple of Master Zhiguo of Fangcun Temple, and he has heard some of the inductions of holding mantras, and there are indeed people who feel hot in their hearts after holding mantras.

Lee Myung-bak lay on his stomach for a while, feeling that his heart was not so painful, but his mouth was sweet, and he reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, and he actually wiped off a trace of bright red, which made him regret that he didn't listen to the words of the idiot.

But good things are coming, you can indeed make the cement block resonate through the spell, and if it is amplified through the speaker, it can also make a cement bridge collapse.

There is also a report on the research and development of infrasonic weapons has also been approved, and 400,000 funds have been drawn up, and he has asked Hou Jianjian, the head of the procurement section, to use 200,000 yuan to buy a pair of high-end speakers - he is taking the path of combining ancient practice with modern science, and the quality of the speaker directly affects the results of the experiment, and it is also appropriate to spend more money.

Count the time, and the pair of speakers should have arrived.

Lee Myung-bak got up and locked the cement block in his drawer, opened the office door and walked out. Walking through the long underground corridor, he came to a brightly lit laboratory, where about twenty or thirty people were already waiting. The men were dressed like doctors, except for the light blue color of their clothes and masks, and a pair of wide sci-fi glasses in front of their eyes.

The twenty or thirty people were gathered around a glass table that glowed white, and on the table were the pair of precious speakers—speakers worth 200,000 yuan.

"What's going on?" Lee Myung-bak asked puzzled.

A person turned around and said: "Well, that's the case, when Xiao Li was holding the speaker just now, he squeezed the speaker with his elbow, and the result was - the paint was peeled." It's lab equipment, and it's worth a lot of money, and he can't afford it. ”

Lee Myung-bak heard that the speaker was damaged, so he was so angry that he pulled out everyone, walked to the speaker, and stared at the piece of paint stripping - in fact, it was not a big problem, just a piece of paint stripping the size of a fingernail, revealing the white iron sheet inside, and it was estimated that no one would notice if he drew a ballpoint pen.

Unexpectedly, Lee Myung-bak became more and more angry, suddenly picked up the speaker, ran out of the laboratory, walked through the long corridor again, and kicked open the door of the procurement department.

Hou Jianjian, the head of the color purchase section in the door, was laughing with a few staff, and suddenly, the smiles of several people in the room were still on their faces, and it took a few seconds for the smiles to disappear like ice cubes in the sun.

"Let's all go back, let's all go back!" Hou Jianshe didn't think anything was wrong, so he asked those employees to go back to their jobs, and said to Li Mingbo: "Yo, Section Chief Li, what wind blew you here?" ”

Li Mingbo turned sideways and let the staff go out, walked to Hou Jianjian's desk with a heavy speaker, and threw the speaker on the table with a "bang", "The surname Hou, you explain to me, how can the speaker you bought for 200,000 yuan take off the paint?" I'll tell you Hou Jianjian, for this project I have run a lot of shopping malls myself, I have seen this speaker, it only sells for 500 yuan in the Haifeng Road shopping mall, and it is more than 300 yuan off! This is the 200,000 speakers you bought? Where does the rest of the money go? ”

With Li Mingbo's questioning, Hou Jianjian's face became more and more unbearable.

He smiled disdainfully and strode over to Mr. Lee, who was visibly a head taller than Mr. Lee. "Grandson, you really can't be a man! Everyone has a project that is beneficial, oh, you have to monopolize the benefits alone, huh? He raised his hand and pretended to comb his hair to scare Lee.

Li Mingbo flinched, and suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Hou Jianjian's chest, "Sun Tzu, I'll tell you!" He pushed Hou Jianshe back step by step, "The purpose of Lao Tzu's life is to do things, if you can't do things, what else is Lao Tzu?" ”

Hou Jianshe obviously didn't expect Li Mingbo to move his gun when he was angry, and suddenly softened, retreating step by step, straight to the root of the wall, and there was no way to retreat. His face was like ashes, and the corners of his mouth moved, but he was afraid that he would say something that would stimulate Lee Myung-bak, so he forcibly swallowed the words back.

The two section chiefs stared at each other, attracting other staff members to watch.

Enraged, Lee turned around and trotted a few steps, kicking the speaker off his desk to the ground — the speaker fell into several large pieces, one of which was a cement brick. was so angry that Lee Myung-bak laughed, "Hehehe! 200,000 speakers with cement bricks in them! What a surprise! ”

Hou Jianshe knew that this would ruin his reputation if it got out, and shouted: "Li Mingbo, what are you doing here? It's not good for everyone to really tear your face! ”

Lee Myung-bak raised his gun and said, "I'll tear my face!" What's the matter? You moth, thief! I'm still afraid of you? ”

Suddenly, a loud yell, "Stop! It turned out that Director Wei of the Special Affairs Department came, and he ordered loudly, "Come a few people, give me Lee Myung-bak's gun!" ”

Lee Myung-bak was personally promoted by Director Wei, and he has always regarded Director Wei as an elder, and tears were about to fall when he heard this, "Get off my gun, why?" Hou Jianjian, he is corrupt! ”

Director Wei's eyes swept over the broken speaker on the ground, as well as the cement brick in the speaker, and directly closed his eyes and pretended not to see it, and said: "I don't know that Section Chief Hou is corrupt, I only saw you pull out a gun and face your colleagues!" You don't deserve a gun, give me his gun! ”

At the sound of an order, the special service team members who had already heard the sound rushed up and held down Lee Myung-bak, desperately pulling out his fingers, trying to snatch the gun down.

Lee Myung-bak didn't know what he was holding onto, and he wouldn't let go of his death. Pity him as a scholar, how can he be the opponent of the secret service members, desperately roaring, desperately struggling to no avail, being pressed to the desk by several people, some people pressing their hands, some people holding their feet, some people breaking their fingers, three of the five fingers were broken, and the gun was about to fall into the hands of the special service members.

"Boom!" In a hurry, Sanziming blurted out.

There were a few "bangs", the glass on the windows around them shattered, and everyone in the office and the onlookers outside all shook a few times and fell to the ground.

Lee Myung-bak got up dizzily, looked at everyone in confusion, and knew that this disaster was a big problem, so he took off the holster without saying a word, put the gun and holster on the desk, and walked out of the office.

He carefully avoided the broken glass that littered the hallway and walked through the hallway, not seeing a single person standing along the way, and naturally no one came to stop him.

After coming to the above-ground parking lot, Lee Myung-bak opened his car door, sat in the driver's seat, calmly took out a plastic bag, and spat "wow-" at the plastic bag.

A bag full of blood.

Tie up the bag, Lee Myung-bak tried twice before starting the car and leaving the nameless valley where the secret service was hiding. When the two sentries saw Lee Myung-bak's car come out, they raised their hands together and saluted, saying, "Hello Section Chief Lee." ”

Lee Myung-bak deliberately stopped and rolled down the window and nodded to the two sentries - after leaving this valley, he guessed that he was no longer the section chief.

Outside the valley, the sun is just right.

Lee Myung-bak drove the car onto the winding road, stopped the car and threw the bag of blood off the cliff, and opened his hands to the sun, as if he wanted to hold the sun.

At lunchtime, Lee Myung-bak returned to the teacher's office at Binjiang No. 3 Middle School, and he asked Mr. Su for homework for the students in the class he taught—in fact, he didn't teach a few classes in that class, and he knew very few students.

He was promoted from his position as a teacher, and now he's back, and he just hopes that the job will last a little longer. Other than that, he really didn't dare to ask for any extravagance.

In fact, he guessed that the best outcome for him would be to go to prison and exhaust his youth and blood in the fifteenth prison.

Thinking of this, he affectionately wrote some words of encouragement for each assignment, such as: "Come on! I'm optimistic about you! "Work hard, you're talented, all you need is a little effort!" And so on and so forth. I hope these students will remember these words to themselves.

This time, the homework was much slower than in the past, because it was the most serious time Lee Myung-bak had changed his homework.

By dusk, Lee Myung-bak heard neat footsteps outside the school, and he knew it was time to come.

But only a small part of the homework has been changed, and more than half of it has not been read, Lee Myung-bak is so anxious that he is sweating, and he only hopes that the other party can give him a little more time to complete these homework well.

An army of about 2,000 men marched to Binjiang No. 3 Middle School, where sentries were set up at the school gate, and then a general-like man led the army into the campus and went straight to the teacher's office in the school building. Along the way, there were soldiers who stood guard at the staircase, and scouts who watched around every classroom on every floor.

Lee Myung-bak "swooped" on the students' homework and wrote a few sentences. Suddenly, he pushed too hard, and the tip of the pen punctured the workbook, and a large drop of red ink flowed on the homework. He frantically wiped it with his fingers, and the red ink stained the homework book all over the place.

Lee Myung-bak threw away the pen in a dejected manner and glared angrily at the red page of homework paper.

The door to the teacher's office was slammed open, and the old general-looking man strode in.