This was said to Tang Yuanchu.
But listen carefully, but tell Xie Wanwan.
Tang Yuanchu didn't dare to look at Xie Wanwan's face, but could only look at the tightly bound bombs around her body.
After hearing Bai Muchuan's words, Sailimu felt less shy and was attracted by the bomb.
"Boss, is this... easy to disassemble? Do you want to choose to cut the red line or the blue line?"
In TV dramas, there are often such bridges.
Between the red line and the blue line is the choice of life and death, and it is also a test for people.
However, bomb devices in reality are far more complicated than film and television works, and it is not as simple as cutting the line...
The principles of bombs are similar, but because of the different people who make bombs and the ever-changing methods, the bomb devices will also be different. In other words, a thousand bomb makers will make a thousand different bomb devices. Different types have different methods of dismantling. Even in many cases, the ad hoc processing capabilities of bomb defusers are needed.
"This is a ticking time bomb!" Bai Muchuan said, "When we uncovered the covering clothes, it started to start..."
"Ah!" Sailimu was confused and leaned over to look.
Seeing this, he was stunned.
On the bomb equipment, there is a small timer reader.
The numbers that were not there just now are already lit up—
"Only five minutes and forty-five seconds left?!"
The sound of his breathing made the scene freeze suddenly.
"White team, what should we do? How do we dismantle this?"
Bai Muchuan didn't have time to answer, so he glanced at him, "Raise the flashlight!"
"Oh—" Sailimu did as he did, his arms tensed up completely.
…
The timer keeps beating.
Time is running out—
Pounding!
Heartbeat, like beating a drum.
Bai Muchuan suddenly raised his head and glanced at Tang Yuanchu who was stupefied, "Come on, do me a favor!"
"Huh?" Tang Yuanchu was taken aback, his whole body recovered, his eyes lit up, "What can I do for you?"
"Wipe my sweat!" Bai Muchuan carefully checked the bomb on Xie Wanwan's body.
He wasn't joking.
At this time, not only the back is already sweaty.
On the forehead, neck, and cheeks, there were layers of fine sweat.
"Okay!" It's better to have something to do than to wait.
Tang Yuanchu pulled his sleeves and was about to wipe him, when he suddenly noticed that Bai Muchuan's arm was trembling slightly.
His arm was injured.
Tang Yuanchu's nervous heart suddenly became even tighter.
At this moment, he was even a little puzzled...why Bai Muchuan insisted on coming.
What Xie Wanwan means to him...is it different from others
Tang Yuanchu guessed sourly, and asked sullenly, "Team Bai, you are injured...why didn't you let Shao Quan come?"
"Why do you think?" Bai Muchuan's sweaty face remained calm. Eyes on the bomb, without blinking.
Tang Yuanchu's vision was free.
I dare not look at Xie Wanwan at this moment, for fear that my appearance is too wretched...
And unwilling not to watch it—unwilling to let Bai Muchuan face her face to face alone.
With him watching from the side, at least it won't look ambiguous, right
No no no, no ambiguity! This is work. Just work.
Tang Yuanchu reminded himself to take a deep breath.
"Is it because you are friends and you don't want others to participate... for fear of inconvenience!"
"Then you are someone else!" Bai Muchuan's eyes sparkled, "Raise the flashlight a little higher."
Sailimu, "Yes!"
The light is terrible!
Tang Yuanchu threw away the gun, "I'll also come to illuminate—"
He picked up his flashlight, and suddenly found Xie Wanwan's eyes staring at him.
Is it because of what you just said
— He is also an outsider.
Tang Yuanchu lowered his head, pretending not to see her, and continued to ask Bai Muchuan: "If it's not because of inconvenience, then why?"
"Because the person I trust most - is myself."
Bai Muchuan didn't turn his head, but every word was sonorous and forceful.
"This timed explosive device has multiple connecting wires outside..."
"There are anti-movement and anti-tilt devices!"
"There is also a reverse thread trimming device!"
Finally, the type and structure of the bomb device were found out.
However, the time on the timer is only 4 minutes and 20 seconds—
No EOD kits.
There are no high-tech detection instruments.
Bai Muchuan's judgment at this time depends entirely on his naked eyes and experience.
But what does "anti-movement, anti-tilt, anti-thread trimming device" mean
Xie Wanwan's pale face was full of despair.
Tang Yuanchu's face also carried a fear of being on the verge of collapse.
Even Sailimu, a naive science and engineering man, was completely attracted by the exquisite bomb equipment, immersed in the atmosphere of technology, forgetting the danger.
"White team, anti-move? Anti-tilt? Can't cut the thread yet, what should I do?"
Hearing his question, Bai Muchuan turned his head and looked over, "Sailimu, it's up to you!"
"Me?" Sailimu turned pale with shock and did not react.
Bai Muchuan patted him on the shoulder, with a pair of cold eyes, with a light of trust, "Bomb equipment is also a control system! I believe in your technology, you can destroy the anti-movement, anti-tilt, and anti-cutting control devices..."
No wonder you brought him here!
Sailimu thought, "I have never touched this thing before..."
Bai Muchuan, "You can do it, the principle is the same!"
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
The numbers on the timer kept jumping.
After listening to Bai Muchuan's description of the bomb device, Sailimu felt cold sweat on his forehead.
He was a lot more nervous than before, and he gritted his teeth, "I'll try."
Sailimu took off the backpack and took out an electronic device from it.
He is an expert in this field, with a simple mind, with a passion and obsession for technology.
Soon, he took out the connecting wire from the electronic device, held a tweezers-like probe in his hand, and looked at Tang Yuanchu.
"Help the bomb equipment!"
... This bomb, cannot be moved.
Must remain motionless.
Tang Yuanchu hummed, gritted his teeth, and slowly opened his arms to encircle Xie Wanwan.
With her body, with the rings of bombs...
The expression on that face is a bit death-like...
Xie Wanwan looked at him without moving.
So, Tang Yuanchu accidentally turned his face to face her.
"Don't move, I don't want to die!" Sailimu urged nervously.
"..."
Tang Yuanchu and Xie Wanwan looked at each other and really stopped moving.
Even the eyes... dare not blink again.
…
The two lines were successfully connected, and Sailimu looked down at the prompts that kept jumping on the device...
Clap clap!
Clap clap!
With both hands, he jumps on the keyboard of the device.
No one could understand what he was doing.
Bai Muchuan's face gradually condensed into a cloud of cold mist.
The numbers on the bomb keep jumping.
There was more and more sweat on Saili's wood.
The wind blew past, and he shivered, "...what if it doesn't work?"
"Get ready to be handsome—"
"Another minute has passed!" Sailimu whimpered.
"Calm down!" Bai Muchuan said coldly, "Don't look at the timer."
"… Oh."
"Take a deep breath!"
"… Oh."
This process is like struggling in a frying pan.
The number on the timer keeps beating every second!
Every beat is like a death call.
Closer, closer!
Sailimu hesitated - he frowned.
Snapped! Finger knocked down.
He was thinking again—brows furrowed.
Snapped! Knock it down again!
This process repeated several times.
When the number on the timer jumped to 15 seconds, his heart almost reached his throat.
"Finish it! Team White—"
Sailimu shouted in surprise, with a broken sound.
Not forgetting everything, but being afraid.
"White team! Come on, there are 10 seconds left!"
Death beckoned.
Maybe their lives are only 10 seconds left!
"Stay back!" Bai Muchuan shouted coldly, holding the surgical scissors, his eyes fixed on the few lines on the bomb equipment—
Tang Yuanchu hugged Xie Wanwan and remained motionless, not intending to escape from danger.
Sailimu, running away almost at the speed of light—
But in less than two seconds, he stopped again and stood still.
"White team—I believe in you!"
Bai Muchuan didn't answer.
He also didn't have time to stop them from making any choices.
Sweat dripped from his forehead.
The anti-thread trimming device is removed, and the rest is up to his judgment.
8 seconds!
7 seconds!
6 seconds!
Can't judge.
No red and blue lines.
Bombs that really kill people don't need anything like this.
No hints, no way to dodge...
All Bai Muchuan can do right now is to gamble. All you can rely on is your own experience, how you feel about this equipment... and the psychological speculation of the bomb maker to make a judgment.
4 seconds!
3 seconds!
"Tang Yuanchu, Sailimu, go away!" He finally issued a warning.
"No! We must die together!" Tang Yuanchu smiled slightly, "I believe in you, boss!"
believe!
Do you believe you can survive
2 seconds!
1 second!
Bai Muchuan closed his eyes.
Crack! A line was cut during surgery and suddenly broke!