Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Bomb? Everyone calm down. This is impossible. The venue has been checked many times by security personnel. There is definitely no bomb inside." Thomas Sindra stepped forward to control the scene. "Sir, what do you want? If it's money, I will give it to you no matter how much. If you want something else, we can discuss any conditions. Please don't hurt the children."

Even at this moment, he still acted like a kind elder, and the mask of hypocrisy never left his face.

He looks a bit like a business tycoon.

“Who said it was installed in the stadium?” The robber sneered. “Medal, I randomly installed micro-bombs in the medal. As for who gets it, that’s up to fate. Hahaha, don’t think you’ll be fine if you take it off. If you think you’re lucky, go ahead and take it off. The bomb will be activated the moment you put on the medal.”

As soon as he finished speaking, those who were trying to take off the medal stopped moving, lowered their heads and stared at the medal, as if they wanted to poke a hole in it. They seemed to think that this would allow them to see clearly whether there was a bomb inside the medal.

Lin Xiaochen lowered his head, pinched the medal with two fingers and observed it carefully, but couldn't make out anything.

He was not an expert in bombs, and these ingeniously crafted miniature bombs were difficult to distinguish in dim light.

But he was still certain that the medal was not mercury-driven, firstly because the mercury device was too large, and secondly because the explosive device was not triggered while the guests were toasting.

In this case, the only way to detonate the bomb is by external force or the remote control in the hands of the robber.

Thomas Sindorra looked grim. When he lowered his head to check, the robber's sinister voice sounded again: "Don't look at me, Chairman. I have taken special care of this one of yours. It is absolutely sufficient and has no flaws."

"Cellphone, why is there no signal on the cellphone?"

Someone nervously held the phone tightly: "How could this happen?"

"Don't even think about it. I've blocked the signals in the entire building. The police won't come." The robber was complacent.

Thomas Sindorra raised his head sharply and asked viciously, "What do you want?"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. Even Lin Xiaochen, who was standing in the corner, could hear his anger.

"What do I want?" The robber laughed. "Doesn't the chairman know what I want? Well, the chairman has been old and confused for a long time. It's normal for him to have trouble remembering things at his age."

"Just say it directly." Sindra tried her best to control her anger.

"Okay, since the chairman can't remember, I'll tell you straight away." The robber put the knife against Hiroki Sawada's neck. The cold blade pressed against the delicate skin of his neck, leaving a 'red tear' in an instant.

“Save…save me…” Hiroki Sawada choked with sobs, looking at the people below the stage, and met Lin Xiaochen’s worried eyes, “Save…save me…”

Lin Xiaochen felt a chill in his heart, and he continued to comfort her with his eyes and mouth.

"Behave yourself." The robber said rudely. He looked at Xin Duo La viciously. "I want your new technology - the DNA tracking system. It is also the thing that Chairman Xin Duo La cancelled the promotion of today."

The scene was stunned and the guests started talking without caring about their fear.

This astonishing and genius technology is a huge bait for everyone.

Xindora's expression at this moment was beyond description. His face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it: "You...how did you know about this thing?!"

His suspicious and resentful eyes fell on Hiroki Sawada, who was frightened and pale.

"Ha - why do you care how I know that?" The robber laughed. "Just give it to me, or I'll let everyone be buried with you!"