I am weak and friendly

Chapter 153 The Phantom of the Wheelchair
In the early hours of the morning, even in the Qihang Building, a hub for programmers, most of the lights had dimmed, with only the occasional appearance of security guards patrolling the windows.

But in the office of the "Special Projects Department" opposite elevator number 9 on the 8th floor, Brother Ban finally finished assembling the computer and then pressed the power button.

Sure enough, the computer showed no sign of starting up.

"It still doesn't work..." Brother Ban shook his head. "The company has money now, otherwise we could apply for one tomorrow... uh..."

After Ban finished speaking, he saw Stoka standing next to him, sticking out his tongue and looking at him expectantly.

No, what was I thinking just now?
I actually want to apply for a computer for a dog?

Brother Ban felt that spending too much time with his little apprentice was making him a little crazy.

"I'll give it a try," Tang Yiping said, and then slammed his fist on the computer case a few times.

Inside the computer case, the already dying [Stress Insect Swarm] emitted thin beams of light before crackling and dying.

"Slap slap slap slap slap slap!" Tang Yiping slapped the metal repeatedly. Brother Ban, watching from the side, frowned and said, "This won't do. Who hits with that much force? It wasn't even broken, yet you're hitting it..."

They're really young people; their ideas are too abstract. Building a PC isn't about brute force...

"Buzz—" The fan starts.

"Beep—" The motherboard self-test begins.

Then the screen lit up, and the motherboard entered its self-test interface.

Ban Ge: "???"

No, how is this possible?

Having built his first computer at the age of eleven, and now boasting over twenty years of experience, Ban Ge is starting to question his life. Is he perhaps the one who's truly abstract?

"All done!" Tang Yiping wiped away his sweat, as if he had done some very tiring work, and showed a happy smile.

In fact, he did do a very tiring job.

While filming, I kept an eye on the distribution of the [Stress Worm Swarm] to prevent them all from dying, and then I fixed the computer before they all died. This was quite a technical task.

Tang Yiping felt that his technique of "raising" the [stress swarm] was becoming more and more refined.

"Alright, you should go back and rest now. Leave the rest to me," said Brother Ban.

"Awoo!" Stoka urged from the side.

"Then you two continue! You and your apprentices can go your separate ways, I'm going home!"

After Tang Yiping left, Ban Ge looked at the computer with curiosity.

Finally, he couldn't resist turning off the computer and then pressing the power button again.

no response.

Brother Ban didn't panic; he confidently patted the computer case.

The computer case still doesn't respond.

No, that's exactly how Hirako filmed it!

He slapped it again with more force.

"Snap, snap, snap!" Still no response.

"Ahhh, don't die!" Brother Ban couldn't help but cry out.

Wait, why did I say don't die?
Beside him, Stoka looked at him with resentment.

"Uh... don't look at me like that... don't worry, I'll fix it!"

Master Niu Ma made this promise to the guardian spirit beasts of the mountain.

After a lot of effort, Master Niu Ma finally fixed the computer again, reinstalled the system, and roughly installed the working environment. It was already 3 a.m.

Ban yawned and said, "No, I have to go to sleep too."

Even the ox and horse masters couldn't hold on any longer.

“Woo-woo—Awoo!” Stoka cried.

Then Stokka went to his computer.

He stretched out his front paw, moved the mouse, and then pressed a key on the keyboard.

His tail swung like a windmill.

The crackling sound started slowly, then quickened, and then grew faster and faster. Indeed, you can't rely on either oxen or horses!

Everyone is an obstacle on my path!
Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness outside the office: "Hello, can you do me a favor?"

"Awooo?" Stoka was so startled he almost jumped onto his computer. He turned around abruptly, crouched down, bared his sharp teeth, and let out a threatening "woof woof woof" sound.

A wheelchair emerged from the darkness, and the infrared lighting equipment near the camera emitted a faint red glow.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" the wheelchair said.

The wheelchair was empty.

……

At the same time, in a huge warehouse in Hailing, a chubby young man was looking at the truck in front of him that had been riddled with bullet holes, as well as the extremely complex instruments that had been removed from the truck and the semi-transparent container with a large hole in it.

"What is this?!" He was starting to question his existence.

The complexity of this thing is beyond the comprehension of the average person. Even if you want to find an expert to help, you don't know which field to consult.

"I said, what is this?!" He asked again when he got no answer.

"How would I know if you ask me?" Li Tieqiang took a drag of his cigarette, looking somewhat listless. At his age, he couldn't stay up all night anymore. Being called here in the middle of the night was a relief, as he didn't have to drive himself, otherwise he might have caused an accident on the road.

"Why don't you go ask?" the chubby young man asked.

Why don't you go and ask him yourself!

"I did ask!" the chubby young man said, sounding troubled. "My superior told me to focus on my work and stop overthinking things!"

Those in their line of work are more likely to overthink things the more they try to suppress their imaginations.

He's now pretty sure it's because he's not high enough in rank!

"Senior, please go and ask!" he pleaded with Li Tieqiang.

“No, we’re on a one-way communication line.” Li Tieqiang took another puff of his cigarette and blew it towards the plastic sheet screen separating them.

"What? So you're an escort too!" the young man said. "But I have experience with this. The so-called single-line contact is actually something you shouldn't do unless absolutely necessary, right? Why don't you contact them now? Now is the time to make a last resort!"

"Why don't I feel like I'm in a desperate situation?" Li Tieqiang squinted. "Isn't this just a broken tin can? The thing inside must have escaped long ago!"

"So you really do know something!" The chubby young man stared wide-eyed at Li Tieqiang. "What's inside?!"

Li Tieqiang shook his head and didn't say anything.

I was just guessing, and you actually believed me.

he thought.

What should we do now?! We overdid it! This won't do!
There's no such thing as a "Dragon Group" in this world!
Just then, his phone beeped.

He thought to himself, "There are still harassing text messages in the middle of the night," and then took out his phone to glance at it.

He paused for a moment, then put it down.

"How many people do you have?" he asked, stubbing out his cigarette and turning to leave. "A letter has arrived!"

"Is this a test for me?" The chubby young man's eyes lit up.

Troubled by weight gain and hair loss, he was sharp as a knife at that moment.

……

"It's right here, get off!"

In the darkness, a truck without any markings stopped, and several people wearing helmets and masks jumped out of the truck and dispersed into the night.

One of the tall, muscular men suddenly turned around and looked at a certain spot in the darkness.

"What's wrong?" his companion asked.

“I think I just saw… a wheelchair,” the tall, muscular man said.

Upon hearing this, the others instinctively shivered.

"Look...you must have misread it."

“Yes, how could there possibly be a wheelchair here?” The tall, muscular man shook his head.

This is really weird!
(End of this chapter)