"It's okay, it's just a small incident..." Qiu Bulao's voice came from the communicator. It may be that Director Qiu passed through the blind spot underground, and the communicator returned to normal after a brief period of 'deafness': "The following is
There are many side roads, and I didn’t see any missing people. You should also pay close attention up there. If you find anything strange, don’t make the decision privately. Everything depends on Director Hao and Director Ouyang. Ask Director Hao to say a few words to me.”
Qiu Bulao was originally full of confidence and promised that the second room could be handled by himself. But now he suddenly changed his tune. Ninety-nine percent of it was related to the loud noise just now. Although he didn't know what happened next. Director Qiu's sudden attitude
The change can also be noticed. The 'thing' below makes him somewhat difficult, at least his tone is not so harsh.
After Wang Ziheng agreed, he handed the communicator to Hao Wenming with a frown: "Hao Wenming, look..."
After staying in the polling bureau for several months, I have a certain understanding of Hao Wenming's temper. Our director is not big-minded and usually dislikes Wang Ziheng. In addition, he made fun of Sun Dasheng on the plane, which made Director Hao a little reluctant to come to Taiwan.
Now that he and Ouyang are the most left-leaning here, there should be no need to give Deputy Director Wang too much face, right?
Sure enough, Hao Wenming didn't answer the communicator, but just glanced at Deputy Director Wang: "Tell Lao Qiu that Ouyang and I are watching to the left on the ground, and let him worry about it below."
Wang Ziheng looked at Ouyang to the left again, wanting Director Ouyang to say something and give him a step back. Unexpectedly, this old sour guy pretended not to notice, turned his face and stood next to Hao Wenming, and then directly fucked Deputy Director Wang.
Already.
Fortunately, what Hao Wenming just said, Qiu Bulao had heard on the other side of the communicator. He could probably guess what was going on above, having been in the same unit for so many years: "I'll trouble you from above." After Director Qiu finished his last words,
There was no more movement in the communicator.
In the next few hours, everything was calm both above and below ground. The entrance to the deep pit was guarded by people from the second room. Fatty Sun and I walked around a few times, and at first we were able to interact with the seniors from the second room.
They chatted for a while. But because Deputy Director Wang was standing next to them, they didn't talk much. They asked and answered questions, which was really meaningless. As time went by, Fatty Sun began to feel bored.
"Lazi, did you bring anything to eat? Share some with me," Fatty Sun said to me with a grimace. The last meal he had was an airline meal on the plane, rice with mushrooms and grilled chicken. Although the taste was passable,
It's just that the weight is a bit off. Plus, after a few hours of activity, it's almost digested. Not to mention Fatty Sun, I'm also a little bit overwhelmed.
"How did I know I had to bring something to eat? Great Sage, if you have any difficulty, please contact the leader." I pushed Sun Dasheng around half a circle. In front of him were two directors who were whispering.
Seeing the leader was like seeing Fan Zhe. Fatty Sun took a few steps and walked to them. He bared his teeth in front of Hao Wenming and said happily: "Hao Tou, I'm not telling you, is it time to eat? Brothers.
I can’t hold it any longer.”
Before I could agree, Hao Wenming's eyes widened: "Who do you want to follow? Is it you or me? How to say it! Can you say it? Is it you or me? What do you want to say?
?" Director Hao's words were like tongue twisters, he said them quickly and harshly. Fatty Sun opened his mouth wide, and for a moment, he was stunned and couldn't finish the next sentence. Ouyang looked to the left, covering his mouth and secretly enjoying himself.
"Hao Tou, don't be like the Great Sage. He is extremely hungry, has low blood sugar, and has insufficient blood supply to the brain." I tried to smooth things over by the side. Fatty Sun also said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I
You can't speak like this when you're so hungry. Really, I'm not telling you, Director Hao, do you have anything to eat or not?"
"Are you still following me?" Hao Wenming's eyes widened even more, but after all, he was one of his own in the same room, so he couldn't really get angry with him. Director Hao waved his hand angrily: "There is it in the helicopter, go get it.
Lazi, go help me and bring more, there are many people."
Hao Wenming said that as soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Sun had already run to the helicopter. I looked at his movement skills that were comparable to Liu Xiang, and secretly cursed in my heart: When I ran five kilometers, I never saw him with such explosive power. There was no time when it wasn't me.
Did you finish the run with him? Next time, I'll starve you twice before running five kilometers...
By the time I walked over, Fatty Sun had already started unloading the goods. It was just a few boxes of instant noodles and bread. How can we eat this? Fatty Sun and I stared at each other. In the Gobi Desert, the sun was baking, just eating bread.
Eating instant noodles? I can't swallow it. I'm so nervous...
Fortunately, Captain Wang of the archaeological team had an eye for prices. He brought over a few barrels of drinking water left by the archaeological team. He also fiddled with a kerosene stove from nowhere. He roped in the two directors Hao Wenming and Ouyang Zianzuo and started
Under boiling water, this is a meal of instant noodles.
After eating, Hao Wenming instructed Fatty Sun and I to replace the elites from the second room who were guarding the pit. Unexpectedly, we were directly rejected by Wang Ziheng. Deputy Director Wang refused to let us go. He took the elites from the second room.
They were divided into three groups and took turns going down to eat and rest. He himself carried the rice bowl directly to the mouth of the pit.
"Mom, what kind of kindness are you treating as a donkey's liver and lungs?" Fatty Sun cursed and returned to Hao Wenming. Director Hao was not too surprised by Deputy Director Wang's behavior. He just sneered and said to Fatty Sun: "That would be better
Okay, I’ll save you from going over there to bask in the sun and burn out the oil.”
It’s okay to stay here all the time: “Hao Tou, how long does it usually take for a mission like this to end?” I looked at Hao Wenming and said.
"It's hard to say." Hao Wenming lit up a cigarette and took a puff: "It depends on how busy Director Qiu is down there. If Director Qiu is quick and agile, it will be almost done tomorrow morning." It seems that we have to be in the desert tonight
Just one night's stay.
The sun was about to set. The reporters outside the cordon in the distance were almost gone. The guide they brought rejected the suggestion of spending the night in the desert. The guide was a herdsman found nearby. No matter how much money you gave them, the herdsmen would
They don't want to spend the night here either.
Captain Wang of the archaeological team also left. Before he left, he left several boxes of charcoal and a dozen sleeping bags. These were originally used by the archaeological team, but now our polling bureau has taken over them, and they are the necessities left for us to spend the night here.
.
Fatty Sun touched me with his elbow, blinked not far away, and said in a low voice: "There is a wild sheep over there."
I followed his gaze and saw that there really was a yellow sheep walking to an open space about 30 to 40 meters away. That was where the archaeological team put the garbage. Someone would have collected the garbage regularly, but
Now that such a big thing has happened, no one will bother to clean it up. This yellow sheep may be hungry and ignores the people in the distance, burying its head in the garbage pile, looking for something to eat.
Will there be yellow sheep in the desert? I don’t want to think about this. Just have mutton to eat. I was about to take out the gun but was stopped by Sun Dasheng: "Don’t use the gun. Once you shoot, Hao Tou and the others will start scolding." As he said that, Fatty Sun had already pulled out his gun.
He picked up a dagger (this dagger was not the equipment of the polling bureau, but belonged to Fatty Sun's personal collection.) He held the dagger behind his back and stood up carefully, preparing to move closer to Huang Yang's position.
"Lazi, come here to help, we will have roasted whole lamb in a while." Fatty Sun's eyes were filled with light. It seemed that nothing could stop him.
"With your speed, can you catch a sheep?" I followed him and asked in a low voice.
"Tch, everything doesn't depend on speed. Lazi, have you seen this dagger?" Fatty Sun used a few tricks in an exaggerated manner: "Within ninety-eight steps, you can make every move. Lazi, you come from the side.
Come on, let's outflank him."
I made a big circle and walked behind the yellow sheep. I formed a horn-to-horn relationship with Fatty Sun. Unfortunately, the yellow sheep was too alert. After eating a few mouthfuls, I had to raise my head to check what was going on around me.
Fatty Sun had only taken a few steps when he was noticed by the yellow sheep. The yellow sheep turned around and ran towards me.
"Lazi! Stop it!" Fatty Sun shouted
"You try to stop it!" I was a little crazy. Who does this fat guy think I am? Liu Xiang? "Xiao Sun! Throwing knives!"
Fatty Sun finally took action. He waved his hand vigorously and the dagger somersaulted towards... me.
I x! The accuracy of the flying knife was very poor, but the force was very strong. It was too late for me to hide, and the dagger hit me in the chest very effectively. Fortunately, it was the handle of the knife that hit me, not the other end.
"Fat Sun! Did you do that on purpose? You can wear a sheep in ninety-eight steps, or you can wear me!" I touched my chest and cursed in shock.
"You'll scold me later, catch the sheep first," Fatty Sun ran over and said.
I picked up the dagger that fell on the ground and threw it at the goat's back. Knife throwing was a compulsory course when I was in the special forces. Although my grades were not very good, it was not a problem to deal with a sheep.
The dagger hit the yellow sheep's butt accurately. The yellow sheep fell to the ground, but immediately struggled to stand up and continued to run forward with a limp.
How could we let it run away with the mutton at its mouth? Fatty Sun and I were chasing after it. Although the yellow sheep was injured, it didn't run very slowly. We chased it for a while, and just when we were about to catch up, our feet suddenly disappeared.
, the ground beneath our feet sank into a big hole. Two of us and one sheep all fell into the hole.
For a moment, I had a thought in my mind, it's over, it's not worth losing my life just to eat mutton...
Maybe it was because I had accumulated great virtue in my previous life, but the ground inside the cave was actually soft sand. Even though I fell from a height of more than ten meters, I was not injured. But Fatty Sun didn't know where he hit when he fell.
He was motionless on the sand. He wasn't dead, was he? I checked his breath, he was still breathing, but he wasn't dead...
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