"The night rotation of the new regiment is not so slack. It is not our regiment's style to come all the way and go back empty-handed?" Wang Chengzhu squatted in front of the wooden piles wrapped around the barbed wire, stroking the green beard on his chin.
I thought, "As much as possible, I won't use heavy firearms to make them suffer, and to draw the guards away, it will be convenient for me to take something back."
As soon as I thought of it, I started to do it. A large number of people and goods come in and out of the port warehouse every day. Many labor tools are not stored in the tool warehouse, but are piled casually in the semi-open fence. This saves Wang Chengzhu a lot of searching.
He spent a lot of time and energy holding a bundle of carrying poles in the shadows between the warehouses, placing obstacles on the not-so-wide walkways.
Generally speaking, if there are a few extra sticks on a flat road, ordinary people with no serious eyesight problems will not be easily affected. It's just that the environment of the warehouse complex in the port area is really suitable. It's dark and the road is narrow, and the lumen of the road lighting tools is really not enough to see.
, among the night watchmen, some unlucky ones soon stepped on foreign objects and fell.
"Ouch!... Whoever has no foresight left the lifting pole here, my old back!" A night watchman slipped on the lifting pole and sat heavily on the ground. It hurt for a moment.
Unable to get up, he touched the smooth wooden lifting pole that caused his injury and cursed in an unclean manner, which soon attracted his companions nearby.
This chapter has been completed!