It was as if countless steel drills were drilled through the temples, swirling and stirring in the skull cavity, or as if ten vibrators were attached to the Tianling Cap at the same time and turned on to maximum power. Zhao Dagou tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as reinforced concrete. Every attempt stretched his facial muscles, causing tearing pain.
"Hiss..." He took a breath of cold air, and his chaotic consciousness was like a pile foundation sunk in the mire, struggling to rise upwards.
The last memory fragments are the dazzling arcs of electricity, the flying concrete fragments in the sky, and the frightened screams of my colleagues in my ears. As the youngest section-level deputy at the Municipal Architectural Design Institute (enjoying deputy section-level treatment but no actual position), Zhao Daye had just completed the in-depth design of a landmark project overnight yesterday, and today he was pulled to the scene to deal with an unexpected danger in the support of a deep foundation pit. No one expected that the temporarily reinforced steel support would suddenly break, nor did they expect that the metal friction sparks generated during the break would detonate gas that accumulated for unknown reasons at the bottom of the pit.
