Settled in the sweet spot

In the same business district in the city center, there are three roads and two traffic lights between Wangjianglou and Xintiandi. If you are lucky, it only takes 3 minutes to drive there.

This is obviously a premeditated and well-planned terrorist act.

An Xu sat in the co-pilot, He Zheng drove through a red light, and the pair of partners looked serious, thinking at the same time, was it a coincidence that the special security team got involved in this dispute unintentionally, or was it calculated long ago?

In 2 and a half minutes, An Xu and the two jumped out of the car and ran towards the gate of Xintiandi.

"Xintiandi has floors one to twenty, and two floors are underground. Where will the bomb be?"

He Zheng asked An Xu all over the place. He actually had an answer in his mind, but according to the current situation, the captain of the criminal police, who has always had his own ideas, was a little shaken.

An Xu's face was extremely indifferent. Seeing that he was going to the door soon, he confirmed the answer.

"lighter."

He Zheng's eyes showed approval.

I came to Xintiandi last night, and the ZIPPO lighter counter is right at the gate of Xintiandi. Although it is not the most crowded place, it is the life and death point of the whole building.

Bomb. Once the bomb explodes, it will detonate all lighters and other large flammable and explosive materials, resulting in countless explosions. When the door on the first floor is blocked by the explosion, the lives of people in the entire building will be in danger.

He Zheng and An Xu had already gone to the lighter counter, and there were already several security guards standing inside and outside the building with terrified faces. It seemed that An Xu's speculation was correct.

The employees who were ordered to squat under the glass cabinet were shivering. 10 minutes ago, a group of mysterious elements in black clothes and black masks knocked down all the surveillance cameras inside and outside the first floor.

Without a word, he rushed into their backstage and installed a piece of bomb on the large liquefied gas tank of aftermarket canned lighter liquefied gas.

The subsequent behavior made everyone scream even more, and everyone squatted on the ground and did not dare to move.

He Zheng took the loudspeaker of the clothing store across the street and yelled for everyone to leave. At this moment, the building manager or manager came out to evacuate the crowd, and the only few security guards became the last support.

In a store the size of a living room, a total of seven clerks squatted in place with their heads leaning against the wall or the cabinet, and the entire store space was traversed by lines extending in all directions, with brown and green hands hanging between the intersections of the chaotic lines. Ray, he counted, ten in total.

An Xu frowned deeply, feeling at a loss for a while.

What is the purpose of the person who arranged all this?Everything that happened today was enough to put the whole city in fear, and as the guardians of the city, they didn't know anything about it.

The building began to be filled with all kinds of panic shouts. An Xu calmly looked at the hundreds of criss-crossing lines in front of him, and the pager that He Zheng handed over just now rang.

"Boss, An Xu, what's the situation over there? There are still 5 minutes!" Tang Sancai asked anxiously.

"Calm down, Sancai, a formation has been set up on my side, and the bomb can only be dismantled after the formation is broken."

Tang Sancai knew that there was no way to urge her, so her voice became calm immediately.

"Okay, take your time, we'll wait for you here."

After He Zheng evacuated the crowd and ran over with a toolbox, An Xu tried to lift his legs and walked through the maze through the gap between the messy lines, and a female employee who was squatting right in front of him suddenly raised her head.

"No!"

He Zhengxian and An Xu stepped back with his arms around his waist, and they heard the employee tremblingly speaking.

"They... they said... if you answer their questions, you can... go back."

"what is the problem?"

The female clerk burst into tears, opened her mouth and slowly said the last sentence that a man in black held a knife across her neck just now.

"I don't know...the real face of Mount Lu..."

An Xu's throat rolled, "Just because you are in this mountain?"

The female shop assistant cried and shook her head slightly, "They only explained this...I...I don't know..." After finishing speaking, she buried her head helplessly and began to cry.

An Xu was so anxious that he walked to the side and studied the hand-thunder field seriously, repeating the two lines of the poem just now in his mind.

"Ding~ding~ding~"

There was a sudden sound in the building, and it was the hour telling the time. Xintiandi's time telling song was a classic foreign folk song. The time passed by second by second, and An Xu walked around.

He even finally stood up on the counter with the support of He Zheng. Looking down, An Xu finally noticed the clue.

Impatiently jumping down from the counter, he received a displeased look from He Zheng.

"The ten hands and mines are arranged in the shape of a Z. Because we are in this mountain, there are three Z pinyin characters in ancient poems. The ten hands and mines are connected end to end to form three Zs."

He Zheng also went to look at the hand-thunder array immediately, and it was exactly the same as An Xu's analysis. He spread out the toolbox, held a pair of pliers, and started cutting the messy thread that fixed the hand-thunder.

The first pistol. Thunder did not collapse until it got out of all the strings. An Xu's guess was completely correct.

An Xu only had one inflexible right hand, and he quietly followed behind He Zheng, He Zheng moved forward one foot, and he moved forward one inch.

The two of them competed against the time. In these short few minutes, all the noise was blocked, and the space between the two of them seemed to be silent.

There is death in front of you, and life in your hands.

Finally, the last grenade was successfully dismantled, and the clerks ran and crawled away under He Zheng's "safety" sound, while An Xu followed He Zheng "retrograde" into the backstage of the magnified liquefied gas tank.

A liquefied gas tank as big as a 28-inch suitcase, with two pieces of TNT explosives on it. An Xu watched as He Zheng knelt in front of the box and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Sancai, how long is the countdown on your side?"

As he spoke, he also knelt down beside He Zheng.

"Only 47 seconds left."

The two bombs were indeed set to explode at the same time.

An Xu no longer bothered He Zheng to dismantle the bomb, breathing carefully, his eyes locked on the ruthless countdown to the bomb.

He Zheng raised his hand, looked at the side of the bomb, and made a low voice.

"Homemade bombs, TNT has no origin identification code, and is glued with industrial gelatin."

Tang Sancai's voice came from the intercom, "This is the same."

Shen Long went on to say, "It's too vile, it's so sticky on people's stomachs, it's hard to peel off the skin."

It was too late to remove the bomb and throw it away where no one was around. He Zheng and Tang Sancai finally took off the other devices, leaving only the red, yellow and blue leads in the back shell.

With 15 seconds left in the time, Tang Sancai said "Fuck", "Why didn't this follow the script, don't they have two lines in their movies?!"

That cursing tone was like being hit by someone on purpose while walking on the street, without any worry of dying soon.

An Xu snorted and stared at He Zheng's jawline that was tense because he fell into judgment.

"How fresh, you're not making a hero movie, people can still replace the middle-aged man with a big belly with a fairy girl."

He watched as He Zheng opened his mouth and gave orders.

"Cut the red thread."

"OK for you."

Cut it as soon as you say it, raise the knife with your hand and drop it, the red line cuts two knots immediately, the countdown stops abruptly, and the time stops at the last seven seconds.

"Stop!" Shen Long's voice came from the intercom.

An Xu also breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, the corner of his mouth that was about to raise stopped in the air, and his gaze was fixed. On the green screen, the countdown started to move again!

"It's a booby trap!"

At the same time, there was a burst of cursing on the walkie-talkie.

He Zheng felt his head groan, his hands were slippery, and his back was cold. Even though he had faced countless life-and-death situations before, the instinct in his bones still prevented him from looking directly at death.

With the pliers stuck to the blue line on the side, he closed his eyes and heard An Xu say something quickly in his ear.

"He Zheng, trust your intuition."

Opening his eyes, a drop of sweat hit the floor, and the tongs were loosened and moved away from the blue line, falling to the side, and the countdown showed that there were still five seconds left.

"Cut the yellow wire."

The copper wire wrapped in soft plastic was cut short, and the entire universe fell into boundless silence.

There is no scientific basis, only intuition. If He Zheng makes a mistake in his judgment, the two buildings will die together with them.

Not to mention writing a suicide note, the special security team didn't even have a chance to look at each other before they turned into ashes.

Everyone held their voices and waited for a moment, the countdown was frozen at the last three seconds.

The tongs were thrown to the ground, and He Zheng returned to his usual indifferent face, "Safe."

There was a burst of boiling over the intercom, "Safe!"

He even sang a song: "Today is a good day! Everything you want can come true~"

"YES!!"

An Xu pounced on He Zheng like a little rabbit, and hugged the man who successfully dismantled the bomb, celebrating his escape from death. relax.

The two of them didn't talk anymore, even though the intercom heard the cheers of other members of the special security team about to overturn the roof of other people's buildings, they could feel each other's strong heartbeat when they were stuck together.

Countless times he had fought against Lord Yan, and He Zheng once again led a group of brothers from the special security team to win the game. He was finally hit by a small shiny colorful stone in Xinhu, which was usually calm, causing several waves to sway. circle ripples.

Returning to Wangjiang Tower with the removed bombs and grenades, the special security team had already ruined He Zheng's birthday cake, and there were a bunch of tools beside it.

Who knows if anyone hides bombs in cakes anymore?

They were already being targeted, and without An Xu's explanation, the others understood.

He Zheng walked up to the three leaders who were waiting for someone to pick him up. He looked at Liang Yuxing who was still in fear.

"Does Mayor Liang know who those people are from?"

Liang Yuxing burst into tears when asked by He Zhengyi.

A middle-aged man with a full stomach was crying and twitching, waving his hands in front of He Zheng's solemn face.

"Don't ask...don't...don't ask..."

He Zhenghao didn't move, nor was he afraid of the other party's identity.

"My direct leader is Jian Zhao, the head of the security department. What happened today is a social security incident. I have the right to know the details so as not to cause another terrorist incident."

However, Liang Yuxing cried harder, his twisted eyes were squeezed into two slits and wept across his fat face, which made it impossible to look directly at.

"You...don't ask, I...I really don't know who those people are..."

An Xu and the others were busy wiping the cream cake with the cake spatula to share the food carefree, leaving He Zheng, the birthday star, to be entangled with troublesome people and troublesome things, so heartless...

small theater:

He Zheng: I want to celebrate my birthday and eat a cake filled with cream and An Xu, isn't it possible to make a wish? [serious face]

An Xu: Be good, think about it, sleep first, you can have everything in your dream =_= [Hold Dui He's brain wide]

Grilled Cold Noodles: Could it be that Dui He's birthday passed like this?Hmm~ no~ [showing a troublesome smile]

He Zheng v An Xu: Tsk, light a cigarette.