Chapter 8: Give the Firing Squad to Those Who Deserve It
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[Your live broadcast has been interrupted due to suspected violations]
[Penalty: Broadcast ban for 365 days]
[Click here to view violation details]
[...]
Wei Xiu stared at the notification on his phone, feeling a bit stunned.
“Did I seriously break a heavenly rule?”
“Banned for an entire year?”
“Is my account completely ruined now?”
His mind started racing. The live stream had been pretty normal just now. He hadn’t manipulated the audience or touched on any sensitive topics. At most, he had accidentally shown a bit of skin changing his work clothes.
But that hardly seemed like a crime worthy of a year-long ban.
Just as Wei Xiu was pondering this, the sound of a car approached outside.
[Dongfeng Warrior 917]
[Max Power: 600]
[Max Torque: 1050]
His eyes narrowed, a hint of confusion flickering across his face. That model was mostly used for military vehicles. What was a military vehicle doing here?
Oh no!
Damn it!
Connecting the dots—the sudden cutoff of his live stream and the fact that he had recently repaired a tank—Wei Xiu’s instincts screamed trouble.
Could it be that Brother Girl’s vehicle didn’t have proper paperwork?
Filled with suspicion, Wei Xiu stepped outside his shop.
Oddly enough, the Warrior 917 wasn’t camouflaged—it was painted pure black with civilian license plates.
Four men sat inside, two in the front row and two in the back.
The first to exit were the two men in the back seat—tall and upright, clad in black jackets.
“You must be Wei Xiu, right?”
Wei Xiu instinctively waved his hand. “No, I’m just here visiting.”
Zhang Mingrui, the leader, couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ve watched your streams; I’m a fan.”
“Cut the crap, Commander. Just spit it out—what’s this about?”
Zhang Mingrui and Liu Yuan exchanged glances, puzzled.
They had deliberately worn plain clothes to avoid alarming anyone.
Yet, as soon as they appeared, Wei Xiu saw through them immediately.
Resigned, Zhang Mingrui dropped the act. “How did you know I’m military?”
“Ever seen a fan of the Little Flathead with a whole bunch of them?” Wei Xiu retorted bluntly.
The two men had clearly tried to disguise themselves, but such disciplined aura wasn’t something cultivated without years of eating compressed military rations.
Moreover, these two looked like high-ranking officers.
Because the two younger men standing by the car constantly scanned the surroundings with hawk-like vigilance, as if guarding these two leaders’ safety.
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Everything before his eyes reminded Wei Xiu of the live stream being cut off.
And recalling the tank repair incident, the situation began to clarify.
Blessing or curse—it was unavoidable.
Wei Xiu decided to take the initiative. “Commander, what do you need repaired?”
“We’re not here to fix anything. We just want to get some information from you.”
Wei Xiu blurted out, “I’ve always been law-abiding. The worst I did was peeing in my deskmate’s iced tea back in eighth grade. Never done anything bad since.”
Half a second later, Zhang Mingrui burst out laughing.
“Don’t be nervous. We just want to understand this tank repair of yours.”
“Oh!” Wei Xiu feigned ignorance with a knowing smile. “No thanks needed. Supporting national defense and science education is every citizen’s duty.”
“???”
Zhang Mingrui scrutinized the young man carefully, furrowing his brows.
This cleverness wasn’t a joke.
Clearly, Wei Xiu had already guessed their identities and intentions.
He also realized what kind of trouble he was in.
Yet he kept joking around, skirting the issue.
His psychological resilience was impressive.
But!
Zhang Mingrui wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
He decided to be straightforward. “Since we both know the facts, I won’t beat around the bush.”
“The Type 59-1 tank was manufactured over half a century ago.”
“The manufacturing process and blueprints remain classified.”
“No one but insiders knows its structure.”
His cold gaze pierced through, chilling the air around them.
“But you!”
“You managed to repair the tank.”
“Do you know what that implies?”
Wei Xiu looked innocent. “It means... the tank got repaired?”
Liu Yuan, standing nearby, finally lost patience, his face darkening. “Cut the nonsense. Answer the questions.”
“What questions?” Wei Xiu looked up and met Liu Yuan’s gaze squarely.
“Why do you know so much about the Type 59 tank?”
Repairing a tank required professional knowledge.
This was already a matter of leaking classified information.
Moreover, Wei Xiu had restored the tank almost identically.
Such an operation would be impossible without blueprints.
Even Liu Yuan, a first-class sergeant, would be at a loss.
Therefore, before arriving here, Liu Yuan had already labeled Wei Xiu guilty of leaking secrets, prejudging him.
“Want the truth?”
Wei Xiu looked at the two men, one playing the stern interrogator, the other the more lenient one.
No point pretending anymore—time to lay it all out.
“I have a system.”
“I just glance at any machine and instantly know how to fix it.”
“Accumulating experience even lets me swap parts.”
Liu Yuan was furious. “Still making excuses! If you don’t confess now, when the security bureau comes for you, you won’t get this kind of treatment.”
“...”
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Wei Xiu’s mouth twitched; he thought, I’m telling you the truth, and yet you don’t believe me.
“Alright, here’s another version.”
“I’m a genius.”
“Born to tinker with machines.”
Zhang Mingrui smiled softly, a hint of kindness in his expression.
“We mean no harm.”
“We just want to clarify this matter.”
“Since you claim to be a genius, then you’ll need to prove it.”
Wei Xiu frowned. “How do I prove that?”
“I’ve brought an engine from a Type 59-1, already damaged.”
“If you can repair it in front of us,”
“Then you’re a genius, and all misunderstandings will be cleared.”
Zhang Mingrui gestured toward a truck across the street, where several flatheads were unloading it.
From the videos, Wei Xiu had indeed repaired a Type 59 tank.
But Zhang Mingrui had only seen the final result, not the process.
God knows how he managed it—unless he had the blueprints.
In truth, both Zhang Mingrui and Liu Yuan leaned toward suspecting Wei Xiu as a spy.
That was why they devised this test.
A true genius should be able to repair the same engine under watch, without any blueprints or outside help.
A spy wouldn’t be able to.
“Two days—is that enough time?”
Facing Zhang Mingrui’s question, Wei Xiu glanced at the engine.
[12150L-7 Diesel Engine]
[Rated Power: 580 hp]
[Turbocharged Intercooling Technology]
[Split Radiator]
[Hydraulic Power Steering System]
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[Completeness: 67%]
[Repairable]
[Estimated Time: 3 hours]
Seeing the information flashing in his mind, Wei Xiu felt inexplicably relieved.
Not bad.
Those two commanders, though interrogating him, still had some conscience.
They had brought an engine nearly 70% intact to test him—much better than Brother Girl’s pile of parts.
“No need for two days.”
“Wait for me three hours.”
“If I can’t fix it in three hours,”
“Punish me however you see fit.”
“Shoot me if you must.”