"Steel wire cutting above the lightbulb, with barely a milliter between the wire and the bulb below. Our firefighters have to use a high-speed rotary cutter to sever this thin wire."
"The tal cutting machine weighs 10 kilograms, requiring not only strong arm strength to control the machine’s shaking but also ticulous observation and operational abilities."
After Fang Huai finished speaking, he signaled Xiong Jie, who was at the tal stand, to start.
Xiong Jie had volunteered to demonstrate this skill, and the Squadron Departnt was eager to see if his psychological quality was as stable as ever.
He couldn’t perform many maneuvers now, but he didn’t want to be just an idler either.
As Xiong Jie pulled the rope to start the preheated tal cutting machine, the surrounding onlookers fell silent.
Even the children, watching the gears spin wildly, ceased their chatter.
The steel wire, nearly touching the fragile lightbulb, made the task extrely difficult.
People tend to tense up the second before sothing fragile is about to break.
Furrows ford on the faces of the people gathered around.
Xiong Jie, dressed in an ergency rescue suit, wearing goggles and gloves, tilted the cutter slightly to the right for a better view and slowly approached the wire.
"Z..."
Sparks flew as the steel wire was grazed, and so onlookers finally let out cries of alarm, retreating a step.
"Zzz."
With a crisp sound, the wire snapped.
Only a few white marks from the sparks remained on the lightbulb.
"Good!" A middle-aged man in a road policing uniform began to clap.
Fang Huai imdiately pressed down his hand, signaling for quiet.
The renowned United States five-star General MacArthur had described this operation thus: Quiet, one must remain quiet.
The second wire was cut more cleanly, snapping in one swift motion, leaving the lightbulb intact.
The third wire was severed even more quickly.
On the fourth, Xiong Jie seed too eager to prove himself; his cutting movent was too crisp, and finally, the lightbulb shattered.
"Hmm..."
The crowd let out a sound of surprise.
Fang Huai imdiately laughed and said, "This operation is very delicate. When we practice it, we have to sweep up a lot of broken lightbulbs."
Everyone then nodded in agreent.
Just now, Xiong Jie’s action was so small, yet it broke the bulb, making the onlookers realize that firefighters don’t have any special tricks for this task—only patience and care.
Xiong Jie also quieted down, maintaining his posture as he stared at the broken lightbulb for a few seconds before proceeding to the next one.
Extrely cautious, he sparked four or five tis before finally cutting through the wire.
Applause began around the room.
An excited, fit middle-aged man from the High-speed Road Policing Team raised his hand and asked:
"Hello, may I have a try?"
High-speed road enforcent is a semi-militarized managent unit.
They also practice marching and bunk-making, with recruitnt giving priority to discharged soldiers, so there are generally more people who are fit and enjoy exercise compared to other units.
Normally, tal cutting machines are considered hazardous and cannot be used by just anyone.
But today’s visitors are from units with close relationships, and it wouldn’t seem right to outright refuse them.
Let’s set a condition.
A condition that n cannot refuse.
Fang Huai smiled and said, "This tal cutting machine is quite heavy and very dangerous. Controlling it right takes a lot of arm and wrist strength. So, anyone who wants to try can arm-wrestle with today. If you can beat , you can have a go with it."
Ooooh.
This lad.
With his fair and soft skin and the lean contour of his body, could he take on several opponents in a challenge? How brave!
In the crowd of around a hundred people, there were plenty of young guys, more than a dozen eager to show off in front of the female civil servants.
"Alright, I’m up!"
The robust man from High-speed Road Policing laughed and raised his hand again.
After speaking, he turned to glance at an older female colleague from his unit.
That colleague appeared sowhat shy, looking away.
Fang Huai couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
He looked to be in his forties or fifties, yet it seed like he was having a second spring.
"Very well!" Fang Huai walked over to an empty tal table nearby, found two stools, set them facing each other, and said:
"Let’s not waste ti. Whoever wants to challenge, co on up. Five minutes, alright?"
"Sure!" The crowd imdiately beca lively.
What a waste of ti? In the eyes of the spectators, this was far more interesting than any boring explanation!
Even two old n passing by the fire brigade and coming in stopped, curiously watching with their hands behind their backs.
Yang Shaoqing saw so many eager n, their eyes filled with impatience and so annoyance.
A short while before enlisting, Fang Huai and Chen Shuang once had their money stolen in an internet cafe by two n. When Fang Huai and Chen Shuang fought back, they ended up taking a severe beating.
After reporting to the police, it was Yang Shaoqing who accompanied them to the hospital for treatnt.
Now there were so many people present! You big fool, how could you possibly out-wrestle so many guys?
Fang Huai noticed Yang Shaoqing’s look and calmly t her eyes, even managing a smile.
Yang Shaoqing, already fuming, saw Fang Huai smile and imdiately made a throat-slitting gesture at him, looking fierce.
But this threatening little motion appeared to Fang Huai as nothing more than an excited fist, and his smile grew broader.
Once the road enforcent man sat down, everyone noticed the difference in their physiques.
Though of a similar height, the breadth of their backs was starkly different, with a gap as wide as half.
"Master Liu, let’s go!"
The folks from High-speed Road Policing began to cheer their man on.
A few from the Second Squadron, on the other hand, watched calmly with a smile on their faces.
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