He turned to the team leader, Deng Zhihong, and said, "Zhihong, you're an expert in demolitions, so you'll be in charge of the specific operations. You'll decide how much explosives and detonators are needed!"
"Yes, Director!" Deng Zhihong nodded in acceptance.
"A large amount of explosives must be placed at these load-bearing points inside the warehouse. Even if it cannot be completely destroyed, it must render the entire warehouse inoperable for a certain period of time, causing problems with their logistics and supplies. Without ammunition, even the most powerful guns and cannons are just iron pipes," Huo Yueze then drew six more load-bearing points on the architectural design and ordered Deng Zhihong, "Hopefully, this will buy some breathing room for our soldiers on the front lines!"
"Director, I can only guarantee the production of three timed devices in a short time, and the timer duration cannot exceed thirty minutes. Therefore, I'm afraid it's impossible to blow up all the load-bearing points," Deng Zhihong said with a wry smile, spreading his hands.
Huo Yueze was taken aback. He wasn't very familiar with blasting operations and didn't understand many of the specific technical issues. When he heard that Deng Zhihong couldn't guarantee that all the load-bearing points would be destroyed, he frowned and asked, "Why is that?"
Deng Zhihong had to explain it to him carefully. It turned out that the timing device for explosions during this period was very difficult to make. It could only be controlled by the hands of a clock. However, the springs of mechanical clocks were too sensitive and very difficult to adjust. Making a timing device was a very delicate and dangerous task. One mistake could cause an explosion.
Therefore, the timed detonation device must be made on-site in the warehouse. Once it is made, it cannot be moved, otherwise the spring will detonate prematurely if it is slightly touched.
Moreover, due to technical limitations, the blasting time could not exceed thirty minutes at most during this period.
Even a master like Deng Zhihong wouldn't dare say he could produce so many timers in a short period of time; he could only guarantee that he could produce three.
Huo Yueze thought for a moment and said decisively, "Since we can't detonate all the load-bearing points, let's try to increase the amount of explosives at each explosion point to maximize the destructive power."
Deng Zhihong nodded and said, "This is the only way. This is a military supply depot, and it must contain a large amount of ammunition. The stronger the explosion and the stronger the shock wave, the greater the possibility of a secondary explosion. If we can cause a secondary explosion, that would be even better. We could blow the entire depot to smithereens!"
Huo Yueze nodded and said, "Then let's do it this way. First, send people into the pipeline to figure out the specific route according to the blueprints."
"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.
At noon the next day, He Siming and his companion Morita Yuki were walking out of a restaurant.
"Takeshita, you bastard, how many times have you mooched off me this month? This is too much! You should treat me at least once! I'm never coming to this restaurant again, it's ridiculously expensive!" Morita Yuki kept grumbling, looking at the guy next to him with envy. He was too shameless, always mooching off him.
He Siming rolled his eyes and said lazily, "My wallet is already empty. If I don't eat you, who will I eat? You've only eaten a few meals from you and you're already complaining. If I hadn't spoken up for you this time, Iwai would have slapped you so hard your face would be swollen."
Upon hearing this, Morita Yuki shook his head helplessly. He had made a small mistake this time, and Iwai Nosuke seized the opportunity to teach him a lesson. If it weren't for Takeshita's help, he would have suffered a great loss this time. Unfortunately, he didn't have a good teacher to back him up. In the Special Higher Police Division, only Takeshita Shinya could treat him as a friend and had helped him a lot.
Actually, the two usually get along quite well; what they were just joking around with before was nothing more than that. Morita Yuki looked at He Siming and said, "This afternoon, Iwai is going to take people to investigate those assassination cases again. Do you think we should still go?"
He Siming curled his lip and said, "Can't we not go? But we should stay far away so we don't get shot in the back. Follow me when we're on the move. With me there to protect you, that guy Iwai won't dare to cause you any trouble!"
Morita Yuki nodded repeatedly. At this moment, He Siming's eyes suddenly narrowed, as if he had discovered something. He casually said, "Morita, you go back first. I'll go buy a pack of cigarettes."
Morita Yuki nodded, waved, and left without stopping.
He Siming watched his figure disappear into the distance before turning around and walking into a side street. He followed the figure ahead for a while, and the two of them entered a small tavern one after the other, finding a corner to sit down.
Looking at the person opposite him, He Siming was overjoyed. Ning Zhiheng looked at him calmly, smiled slightly, and said, "Takeshita-kun, it's been a long time. How have you been?"
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