NABC Chapter 912 Some people don't know the rules...
Chapter 912 Some people don't know the rules...
After working late into the night, the sky had fallen into the deepest darkness before dawn.
At dawn by the sea, the air is damp, cold, and biting, the moisture carrying a strong, salty smell that seems to seep into your very bones.
Where the sea meets the sky in the distance, a faint grayish-white hue barely shows through, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.
Most of the base was still shrouded in darkness, with only a few searchlight beams sweeping back and forth, piercing the darkness with a "whoosh," illuminating the empty dock and the dark shadows of the buildings, before "whoosh" retreating back, leaving behind an even deeper darkness.
Old Wang and Zhao Gang, their feet sinking into the damp ground, arrived at the Soviet-style official residence used to house "special guests." As they stopped and looked up, a searchlight swept across the rooftop, instantly illuminating several dark shadows along the edge of the platform…
It was a few smooth, round logs lying there like a sky bridge.
"Heh," Old Wang smirked, it was hard to tell whether he was laughing or disgusted, and pointed to the roof with his chin, "I didn't notice just now, but those stupid courage-training gadgets that the Russians made back then are still here."
Zhao Gang followed his gaze, and when the light swept over him again, he saw it clearly.
There were several logs, each about the size of a bowl, with one end nailed to the edge of the platform and the other end suspended in the air against a low wall. A loose fishing net was spread out underneath them, making it look unreliable.
However, this log bridge made of a few pieces of wood is a "courage training facility" set up by the Allied Fleet in this area.
It is said that the high-ranking officers of the Allied Fleet back then enjoyed drinking vodka while watching the sailors line up to walk over it.
Moreover, trainees were not allowed to wear any safety ropes and had to walk across the suspended logs entirely by their own balance. Below them was only a simple fishing net stretched out on the first floor as a so-called "safety measure," which was euphemistically called "inspiring absolute courage in absolute danger."
To put it bluntly, it's something the Russians made when they were dizzy after drinking the water of life.
Fortunately, after we took over the base, we determined that this method was extremely risky and its effectiveness was questionable, so we stopped including it in our regular training programs.
This system was later used specifically for the alliance experts who stayed behind to await relocation; none of our own people ever went up there again.
Zhao Gang spat, "That's right! They call it some kind of mental training, but it's just a pain in the ass. This damn thing is too much trouble to even take apart; they've just left it there."
The lights were moved away, and the rooftop sank back into darkness, leaving only the outlines of a few logs standing there. Old Wang stared at the shadows, raised his eyebrows, and a thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes.
“Old Wang,” Zhao Gang rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice, “How about we use the old method? The landing team used that herbal incense to catch the ‘tongue’ (a person who is known for his ability to detect people through questioning). They’ll put him to sleep as soon as they’re exposed to it. Let’s lay that little notebook down before searching, so we don’t have to waste time with him!”
Old Wang glanced at him sideways, his tone laced with roguishness: "What? You want to do it yourself? Don't you think the smell is strong enough?"
Zhao Gang was taken aback, and retorted somewhat dejectedly, "Hey? Didn't you say earlier that the situation is different now? We have to follow the rules when doing things, we can't just act recklessly..."
"Rules?" Old Wang snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly turning sharp.
"Rules are for people to follow! They broke the rules themselves, and now they expect me to be polite?"
As they spoke, the two arrived at the door of the dormitory where Junichiro was being held.
After handing an interrogation document to the badged soldier at the door, Old Wang waved to him. The soldier understood and silently turned to make way.
“To deal with these kinds of people, you have to use a language they understand! Sticking to the old ways? That’s just being old-fashioned!” Old Wang turned to look at Zhao Gang.
Do you even know what kind of person this is?
"Uh……"
“These kinds of people know small manners but lack righteousness, are concerned with trivial matters but lack great virtue. What they fear deep down is never reason,” Old Wang’s voice suddenly rose, carrying a rusty, bloody aura, “it’s the iron fist!”
Before he could finish speaking, Lao Wang suddenly twisted his body without warning and slammed a heavy side kick into the dormitory door!
"Bam—!"
A deafening explosion shattered the pre-dawn silence. The sturdy wooden door could not withstand such violent force; the wood at the lock shattered, and the entire door, carrying a gust of wind, slammed inward against the wall, then bounced back slightly, groaning in pain.
Inside the door, Junichiro, who had just been awakened from his sleep, had no time to react when a tall, dark figure burst in like a demon.
……
Old Wang didn't give the other party any chance to think. He took a step forward, grabbed Junichiro by the collar with his iron-like hand, and forcibly pulled him off the bed, dragging him like a dead dog towards the door.
Junichiro struggled in terror, uttering unintelligible sobs, but all resistance was futile in the face of the Great King's absolute power.
"Old Zhao!" Old Wang roared, and at the same time, he suddenly swung his head toward the roof.
Zhao Gang immediately understood, a ruthless glint flashing across his face.
Without saying a word, he stepped forward and grabbed Junichiro by the back of the neck, his five fingers tightening like steel hooks, almost lifting him off the ground, and dragging him toward the stairs leading to the roof.
Junichiro kicked his legs wildly: "Baka...baka! What are you doing?!"
But Zhao Gang was strong, and he couldn't break free. He could only be half-dragged and half-pulled upstairs, and could only continue to struggle and shout things like "You are violating international law".
Just as Zhao Gang was dragging the man upstairs, Old Wang casually turned around and returned to the messy dormitory. His eyes swept across the room, and he took a few small items from inconspicuous places such as Junichiro's bedside table and the corner of the table.
Finally, he grabbed Junichiro's glasses from the bedside table, then picked up a thick coat from the chair, deftly tucked it under his arm, and then leisurely walked out of the dormitory again.
At the doorway, the badged warrior stared in disbelief at the violently destroyed lock and the clear footprints on the door panel, still reeling from the sudden brutality.
Old Wang walked up to him, his "cold-faced devil" expression instantly disappearing, replaced by a carefree smile, even with a hint of smugness. He nudged the soldier with his elbow: "How about it, am I tough or not?"
The badge warrior subconsciously swallowed, gave a thumbs-up, and exclaimed sincerely, "Wow! That's incredible! Old Wang, your kick... it's amazing!"
Old Wang chuckled smugly and patted the soldier on the shoulder: "You don't need to worry about what happens next; the lair will take over. Just keep an eye on this place."
The soldier nodded vigorously: "Yes, sir!"
But then, the soldier's gaze swept over the dormitory door, its hinges visibly warped and drooping pitifully. A hint of embarrassment crossed his face, and he cautiously added:
“However… Old Wang, I have to remind you, this door is custom-made. The logistics department said it has historical significance and quoted a price…” He quietly made a gesture.
"...It's not cheap. When we report the repair, we need to come up with a good reason..."
Just moments ago, Old Wang was full of arrogance, but upon hearing this, he stumbled and nearly hit his head on the wall next to him.
"Ahem... I understand! I'll... I'll submit a report later!"
"By the way, could you do me a favor and throw a few piles of straw under the log bridge?"
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