The picture was a little moved for a moment.
Feng Yin didn’t like such occasions, so she waved to the camera and said casually: “Others laughed at me for being too crazy, but I laughed at me for not seeing through.”
“Comrades, I’m going down.”
Feng Yin was wearing a special outfit, wearing an oxygen cover, and on the back of the oxygen bottle, and communicating with the person in charge of the work she was going to do.
“Feng Yin, are you sure you want to do this job, right?”
“Confirm, this drill bit I want to salvage, right?”
Feng Yin looked at the drawings and the person in charge nodded.
“Feng Yin, there are two water ghosts here, but they have not been salvaged. The situation inside is very complicated. You have no experience. Do you really want to go?”
“Didn’t you leave me a message? Is it a bit too late to say these?”
After Feng Yin confirmed it, he handed a section of the safety rope to Li Sanyi and gave Li Sanyi a thumbs up.
“When I come back, I will redeem you for your own good!”
Li Sanyi wrapped the rope around his waist. Zhang Boer and Lin Yu at the back came forward one by one, standing on both sides of the rope, Alah’s huge figure stood at the end, biting the rope.
Feng Yin danced without any hesitation and went straight down.
In the water ghost industry, the threshold is high and low.
Be brave and without claustrophobia, you can basically dive.
The live broadcast room was a little quiet at this time. Even though I knew that Feng Yin was for traffic, the courage to continue just by saying it was not something that anyone could have.
Feng Yin had a camera on his head, but in the water of mixed concrete, nothing could be seen, it was just a turbid area.
Feng Yin did not bring a microphone, and everyone could not hear her voice, but the rope on it was always downward.
Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters…
How high is a bridge?