The alien snooper looked at the clerk who seemed to sell them the designer's cushions.

"I came in a hurry and my wallet fell into the car." The man said, not knowing how to explain, and suddenly scratched his head.

They were here to play, but they had no intention of buying anything.

"Haha, you two are really interesting. You can see that you are free today and come to stroll around. Few people come here to joke, and they all are stinky."

The female military engineer gave them a blank look and prepared to continue turning on the TV to watch.

"Are the people in the factory treating you badly?" he asked quickly.

"In addition to the new leader in our factory, there are also designers Liu'er who don't put on airs. Everyone else is very annoyed."

This female military worker is also a person who is waiting to die, but she has long planned to resign, so she speaks without any restraint.

"Who is the new factory leader?"

"Don't you two know?" She suddenly said mysteriously: "Of course, they are the directors of the third workshop. We only have 8 workshops in total. He became the official director not long after he arrived. Unlike us who were busy and waiting to die, we had to suppress our words when we worked, and it depends on the expression of others. So I have done enough. Unlike him, it was very lively as soon as he came... but it was not bad for us... and there were still people talking and laughing during the meeting."

The shops of this military factory were short of customers. When the two of them listened to their conversation with interest, the female military engineer became more and more proud of her. She simply nagged her recent favorites.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. The two of them recorded some details.

The two returned to their car. It was their equipment transformed.

"A label fell from the sky before, saying that the person who designed the bomb was named Qin Shuai, but it was opened by Colonel Jin. They were relatively hostile troops. The information we know was that the two armies had inexplicably signed an agreement that they would not have any fights in the past two months... Some of our internal intelligence personnel investigated that it was because Colonel Jin bought a batch of their tanks, but those tanks had been blown up on the battlefield before. This information was really important, and I don't know how to organize the language."

"What should we do? We are also intelligence workers. How can we report these news to our superiors, or add fuel to the fire, or tell the truth?"

The man muttered to him for a while, and the man said yes, so they took out the keyboard that came with the car, whispered for a while and then transferred it out.

Two days later, a subordinate officer of Chief Zhou, who had outstanding military achievements, suddenly fell ill and suffered a strange disease. Some people said that people had to donate blood and constantly exchange blood to survive.

This man has participated in many battles in the Alliance uniform. He is a soldier whom Chief Zhou is very fond of. He was about to be promoted, but he suffered such an inexplicable strange disease. His family was crying like ghosts and wolves. The military hospital was about to be in full bloom.

"Family, don't be sad. We have so many soldiers. As long as we have the same blood type as him, each of us will give a little blood to live. As long as we survive a week, he will survive..."

Looking at the extremely expectant expression of these families, Chief Sgt. Zhou comforted them and said that the Alliance Army had a large number of soldiers, and each of them could survive as long as they contributed their strength, and they could survive for 7 days.

For a moment, everyone started to test their blood type and then organized blood donation. The man suffered pain in the hospital every day. The family members were relieved to see so many soldiers willing to help. Moreover, Sergeant Zhou gave some subsidies to the donors and also gave some food, so everyone was happy to help.

Three days later, bad news came, saying that the man could not hold on anymore.

When the family was feeling bad, they suddenly turned into danger and said that they would continue to persevere and persist for another 4 days.

It’s just that the frequency of blood exchange needs to be increased.

Before we knew it, even the military industry in the military factory began to organize blood donation.
Chapter completed!