C500 Technology Attack

In the dorm, Geng Quan is comfortably lying in bed.

A few members beside him were discussing at the same time.

"Captain Geng, they are starting to work. Isn't it nonsense? I saw those boxes. One house only has a few hundred spare parts. " One of the team members said.

"Cough, bro, is that nonsense? It's simply impossible. I've seen someone from the Metro X Bureau do it! I've been working for so many days, technical workers, engineers, they've all been working on it! The few of them. Tsk tsk, That's a house coming for fun. "

A member next to him raised his leg and kicked him in the bed, looking down on him even more than he did.

Geng Quan's mind was opposed to comparing building houses and flagpoles. Listening to his brothers discussing their impossibility, a sense of pride rose in his heart:

"The flagpole, where is the face of the country? How many times has the captain said it? Standing there and fluttering in the wind, who doesn't know that it was my Second Squad who did it!"

Thinking of this, he asked with relief, "Hey, glasses. Have you checked everything?"

The team member who was the first to speak at the door wore a pair of glasses. He was looking at the equipment above his head while fiddling with his phone to search for information.

"The team member with glasses was good at electronic technology. The cell phone signal in this place was quite bad, but it was not difficult for him.

He had an amplifier processed from a can above his head, and the effect was pretty good. He could basically go online to look for information.

"Glasses" heard the branch captain's question, and his gaze only moved away from the phone screen after a long time. He adjusted his glasses and said confidently:

"Captain, don't think too much about it. The relevant regulations have been checked a few times. Let's bring the flagpole and weld it. Just dig deeper into the pit. Isn't there still a technician? "

The technician he was talking about was the one who had denied Xiao Qiangbing and the others.

This fellow was thin and had fair skin. He patted the pile of materials on the bed and said disdainfully:

"Captain Geng, this is a piece of cake for us. Don't worry, we don't have to do this during the lesson time. It will be done in half a month. I even remember the cement sign, about 200 pounds of cement, mud and wood. . . "

The technician was his nickname. This fellow studied the civil engineering field before entering the police and had participated in the construction of the skyscraper. Although he was just an intern engineer, doing this kind of work was akin to killing a chicken with a butcher's knife.

"The two of you continue to prepare. Glasses, technician, 15 days is not enough. Let's work harder and strive for 20 days to settle it. Tsk tsk. Right, Look, how are they doing?"

After hearing his words, he put on his slippers and went out.

This fellow's treatment was considered good. He lived in a run-down house, which was much more comfortable than his comrades outside and under the big tree.

Perhaps because he was happy with the discussion, he pushed open the door and came out.

The terrible scene came again. A wave of heat came from the front, and it felt hot and hot.

He was wearing short pants. He touched his pocket. There was not even a tissue. His glasses were blurry. He walked towards the square.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoming had only worked for half an hour and was lying on the ground shamelessly.

There was a big tree above his head.

He lifted his clothes and fanned himself with all his might as he said self-deprecatingly:

"This is what people do. In another ten minutes, Little Ming will go into shock. "

On the other side, the price of the house had almost been paid. The pillars were erected and dozens of processes were consolidated to an incomparably solid state.

It was now at the roof of the house.

The roof was too big. In order to maintain integration, they had to use a spade cart to get it up.

The yellow root pillar found a pile of wooden stakes and made a steep slope beside it. Then, it drove the shovel cart up.

Just this process alone made everyone shiver in fear. Even the people in the car company were not so fierce. The difficulty was so high that they drove up in one go. During this period of time, they even finished a few shocking drifts.

Xiao Qiang Bing also really changed. He stood at the side, giving orders and commanding softly.

They did not notice that on the southeast side, a man with a medium build had been quietly observing for a long time.

It was the National Peak.

With such a large team, they were now in a state of disinterest. They did not even have food or accommodation. They could not sleep at noon at all. After lying down for a while, they got up and wandered around.

In his opinion, a lot of work was done by wandering around. He thought about it while stepping on it. Then, he figured it out.

"High point, high point, horizontal shift, horizontal shift. . . " Xiao Qianbing raised the walkie-talkie and shouted with a serious expression.

The forklift was hanging the roof cover, and two steel ropes were dragging the wide roof cover, swaying back and forth.

They really pitied Li Meng and the others who were covered by the roof.

The two of them stood on top of the roof, tightly gripping the steel rope, fixing and pulling it.

The two steel wire ropes had been tied together in the air just now, and the roof of the room had almost been turned upside down.

The yellow root pillar kept adjusting, and after rubbing the rope a few times, it was already hot to the point that smoke was coming out.

Although he was wearing leather gloves, he could feel the heat of the rope from afar. Song Bo stretched out his hand and felt the heat. He shook the beads of sweat on his forehead and could not help but take two steps back.

"Brothers, the logistics department has changed to forward duty. . . " Li Meng became anxious and shouted through gritted teeth.

"Success or failure depends on this. Come!"

A few of the cookhouse staff shouted at the same time. Song Bo gritted his teeth. He stepped forward and grabbed the rope with both hands. Immediately, he felt a piercing pain and frowned. He used his fingers to firmly hold the rope. It was so painful that tears started to flow down. He fiercely pushed it to the west. He said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, did you meet him?"

The roof swayed to the west and slowly moved to the west. Although the shaking was small, it was still a little bit off.

"Class monitor, Class Lee. . . " Song Bo felt as if his skin was on fire. His two palms were in so much pain that he felt like his heart was about to explode. The key was that there were quite a number of barbs on the rope. They had already pierced into his flesh. He could not help but feel the pain and his facial features were hideous.

"It's coming, it's coming. Our cookhouse. . . "Li Meng came over and took the rope from his hand. He held it tightly.

Just as he grabbed it, his arm was in so much pain that it trembled.

This was clearly beyond his expectations. It was much more painful than hitting with a stick or chopping with a kitchen knife.

He felt as if his hand was about to fall. He suddenly closed his eyes. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said in a hurried voice, "Neck, stuff it in, stuff it in. "

The guy looked at the glove in Song Bo's hand with a blank expression.

The glove was still burning hot. Song Bo didn't care about it. He went over and put it in his mouth.

Looking at this scene, Guo Feng's nose turned sour. The corners of his eyes turned red and his vision started to blur. He said with a heartache:

"Brothers, we can't not build a house. If something happens to you, it will be even worse. You have suffered. "

The bespectacled team member came over. Zhao Xiaoming listened to the footsteps and turned his head to take a few glances. He immediately understood what was going on.

The fellow lowered his head and looked at the red palm that was still bleeding. He immediately changed his face and walked away with his face pulled. When he arrived, he saw that the fellow was still bleeding. In front of him, he almost knocked him down.

"Little Ming, how are you doing? Pffft, I was wondering if you didn't sleep on such a hot day and were messing around. Did you start building the foundation?" "Glasses," the team member asked doubtfully.