With permission granted, Red Barrel's lips curled slightly.
"Hmm, do you know what job Old Brother Civil Engineering hates the most?"
"Besides supervision, it's you bunch sitting in air-conditioned offices writing code all day!"
As they say, colleagues are rivals; everything turns into programmers, everything turns into civil engineering, and programmers are the cyber version of Old Brother Civil Engineering, practically cyber colleagues.
He lifted his axe and struck the highlighted instrument with a forceful swing.
"Take my axe!"
"That thing seems electric!"
"So what? Whether it's electric or not, I can tell with a single touch!"
Bang!
The high voltage from the damaged equipment sent Red Barrel flying into the wall.
When he hit the ground, he was still twitching.
The central network node abruptly failed, and the remaining Hellhounds swiftly reestablished a new intranet.
