3 PM, the office of the Binjiang Fire Brigade's dedicated team.
Having finally recovered after two days of adjustments, Deng Qikang was now cussing at his old comrade-in-arms Fang Guoya, who had come to discuss how to coordinate in real combat.
"You did this on purpose for sure; you damn well calculated that I get seasick, so you came up with this water rescue thing to take me down a peg!"
"We are the Water Fire Rescue Team, and water rescues are part of our job."
"Old Fang, do you find it amusing to see me suffer?"
"I've been seasick before, Director Yu, Director Zhang, and even Political Commissioner Wang from the Water Police Station have all been seasick on boats before. Who would laugh at you?"
