General, take it easy

Night, full of stars.

Time is always the cruelest thing in this world

The electric shock on the metal collar lasted for a full 10 minutes.

That kind of electric shock will not cause death, but it will make people feel extreme pain.

After everything was over, Liang Mo leaned against the stairwell, panting heavily.

Sweat was all over his face, and his body seemed to be drenched by rain.

Liang Mo spat out the blood foam in his mouth, slowly reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and stuffed it into his mouth.

I pressed the lighter several times, wanting to light a cigarette, but with trembling hands, I couldn't do so.

After five or six attempts, Liang Mo finally lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.

The nicotine entered the throat from the mouth and spread to the lungs. Liang Mo took a long breath.

Before he could recover, another text message came from Dangdang's phone.

"I'll give you another 10 minutes. If I still can't see you back, the next electric shock will not be so polite."

When Liang Mo saw the news of the massacre, his phoenix eyes darkened.

He clenched his fist with his right hand, slammed the wall hard, and growled, "Slaughter..."

He could find an opportunity to kill the other party, but if he wanted to figure out this action, he had to be patient.

Liang Mo took a few deep breaths. After feeling his physical strength slowly recovering, he barely supported his body and stood up.

Turning his head with deep eyes, he glanced at the direction of Lan Yunze's room, and staggered downstairs.

On Lan Yunze's side, he was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, dazed in a daze, when he received a call from the military department.

Fifteen minutes later, two military leaders, dressed in plain clothes, came to the door carrying two metal boxes.

One of them was thin, fair-skinned, and wearing big eyes, obviously a skilled worker.

The other person was tall, with bulging muscles under his arms. Every step he took seemed to have been measured by a ruler, according to Bel standards. It seemed that he was well-trained.

The little brother wearing glasses, after entering the door and saying hello, has been smiling all the time.

Looking very cheerful, he took out a palm-sized camera and folded the tripod.

Then I squatted next to the notebook and started debugging.

"This set of live broadcast equipment is now the top in the country. The clarity of the screen is military equipment, you know. Live courses can be encrypted and transmitted through this notebook, as long as you log in with your account and password."

The glasses guy swiped a few times and finished installing the live broadcast equipment.

After a few random clicks on the computer, the camera was turned on, and the current picture of the room was presented.

Lan Yunze blinked blankly, forgiving a thousand-year-old antique.

Even the simple on/off of the live broadcast was only taught by Liang Mo several times before.

Now I have a new device, and this one is called a notebook, which looks very delicate.

Similarly, for him, the more sophisticated and high-end things are, the more incomprehensible they are.

Lan Yunze wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, walked to the little eyed brother humbly, and said with a modest smile: "I'm not very proficient in these electronic devices, can I ask you to demonstrate it again?"

The glasses brother was amused by Lan Yunze's strange words.

Even Brother Bing, who had been keeping a cold face since he entered the door just now, couldn't restrain the smile on his lips.

This person's superiors have explained that they must not be offended.

The glasses guy pushed the bridge of his nose to his eyes, suppressed a smile, coughed twice, and said, "Keke, um, then let me slow down, this is the boot, this is..."

The glasses boy was extremely worried, and gave another demonstration for Lan Yunze.

Fortunately, the equipment has been debugged and the operation is relatively simple, Lan Yunze barely learned it.