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Holding the note, Mu Mu Shisan's brain went blank for a moment, and Date Hang who rushed over froze there, feeling that he was the bomb that was about to explode.

There is basically no difference between the words of the person in charge and the explanation of the funeral.

Date Hang subconsciously took a few steps forward, and stopped because of the interception of the warning line.

He looked at Hagiwara and Matsuda in the bomb disposal team, his emotions unclear.

He knows his two contemporaries too well.

Outstanding ability, he can lead the team independently when he just entered the police station. The reason why he came with the person in charge today is that he was arranged to dismantle the two bombs tied to the victim's legs which were relatively difficult to dismantle. Not long after he came back, he didn't even have time to take off the high-end suit used as camouflage. At this moment, he was squatting in front of the victim in black and gray.

The pair of young tamers had the same serious expressions, and they didn't respond to the person in charge's words at all. They didn't have the slightest fear that ordinary people should have in the face of death, and they didn't seem to mind that their lives were confessed here today.

in the public interest.

At that moment, Datehang felt an uncontrollable sadness.

Obviously, during the police academy, he could still get angry because of his reckless recklessness in the same period, but when it came to the moment of life and death, although his body would subconsciously clenched his fists, it was difficult to even raise his hands.

At [-]:[-] p.m., a solemn atmosphere surrounds the police station.

I don’t know which bomb expert tied this string of bombs, and they can’t be disassembled from the victim at all. Once you try to disassemble, even if you only remove one, the time displayed on the bombs will decrease rapidly, and you may even remove which one first. Which one is in order, if you disassemble the wrong one, the time on the display will be greatly reduced.

The person in charge touched the bomb, and said after a long while: "... Let's dismantle it like this."

At 35:[-] p.m., there were six bombs remaining.

What can you do with the remaining 4 minutes?Can you say a few last words?Or tidy up the remains?Or maybe he was unwilling to go too far for life and death, and waved his hand at the same time while he was staring outside the cordon?

— neither.

Those 4 minutes are life-saving time.

No one from the explosive disposal team left the bomb disposal site. Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda, who were squatting, wiped the sweat from their foreheads and stared at the bomb in front of them.

After a large number of bombs were dismantled, they could finally see the victim clearly, and now the remaining six bombs were wrapped around the victim's arms, neck, lower back and legs.

"No matter how complicated the bombs are, there will be a connection point!" Hagiwara Kenji's eyes seemed to be burning with two balls of fire, "As long as we find out where, we can stop all these bombs!"

"Hagi is right." Matsuda Jinpei also said, "Everyone, don't panic, take a closer look, impetuousness is a big taboo."

Those leads are interlaced, red, white, yellow and blue twisted together.

Models of those bombs that had been dismantled in the past emerged one by one before my eyes.

The instructors' fast-paced explanations during the training played back in my mind.

At 37:[-] p.m., the person in charge, Hagiwara Kenji, Matsuda Jinpei, and several team members who seemed to have observed something reached out their hands at the same time!

That connected point is snipped by the tool pliers.

The red time on the display flashed twice, and finally went off reluctantly.

The explosives disposal team hastily removed the bomb from the victim and placed it next to him. The victim who ran for his life and then stood in the police station for nearly half an hour, the moment the bomb was far away from him Just sat down on the ground.

The 16-year-old boy's legs were shaking: "...it scared me to death."

Readers who read the manga also yelled.

[Zhuo!God knows I almost suffocated in front of the manga, if the bomb hadn't stopped in the end, I would have thought that the remake of the old thief was going to sacrifice the explosive group at the beginning! 】

[Friendly reminder, we can breathe. 】

In the ambulance, Hirashima Yang stared at the manga, subconsciously breathing with the barrage.

His hands were shaking due to lack of oxygen, and it was only at this moment that he realized that he had also held his breath for a long time.

"Great, great..." Ping Daoyang murmured.

Colleagues are at the very center of the danger, and it is impossible for Ping Daoyang to really fall asleep in the ambulance anyway.He opened the comics by closing his eyes and resting his mind, and continued to pay attention to the bomb disposal site through the comics.

Who knows what he felt when he read the manga.

The life and death of countless people is a small frame in the comics, and those life and death, love and hatred may disappear in the next frame, and the obituary ends hereby.But he is a policeman after all, and he can't tell the bomb disposal personnel to give up the bomb disposal and leave the scene immediately.

Are you going to give up innocent lives?

Are you going to give up the life of your savior?

The balance representing life swayed wildly. Hirashima Yang could not choose, nor could he choose for others, so he could only keep silent, just like Datehang who was silent outside.

Then I was filled with anxiety, guilt and confusion.

For the sake of the public, they can face death calmly, but only the rest know the taste.

Looking back, it will be cold tombstones, square urns, especially dewy daisies, and pale pensions and useless thank-you letters, and feeling the chill of the winter north wind in the summer of May and June , and the boredom that only appears before the summer rainstorm in the cold winter.

——And this turns out to be a weight that humans can bear.

Hirashima Yang almost cried at this moment.

So it's great that the bomb was safely defused, and it's great that he doesn't have to go through that again.

Inside the Police Department.

The crisis was over, and the tense police officers also breathed a sigh of relief.The police officers in the explosive disposal squad were not in the mood to take care of the bombs that were removed for the time being. The aftermath of their high concentration made the group of people slump to the ground, gasping for breath together with the trembling victim.

Matsuda Jinpei did not sit down, but moved his legs after 5 minutes to let the victim let him go.

With the rotation of his ankle, the victim who became a large pendant also trembled with him. The half-grown boy was like a frightened bird, his eyes drifted to the bomb, and his whole body trembled again. He hugged Matsuda Jinping's thigh tightly, trembling. Like a candle in the wind.

"Mr. Police Officer, don't shake, let... let me slow down."

After going through life and death, the victim seemed to trigger the chick's dependence.Seeing this, Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting aside, stood up and blocked the pile of bombs calmly.

He rubbed the boy's head: "Don't panic, everything is over."

But the boy was still trembling.

Hagiwara Kenji speculated that the bomb was too close to him, so he turned around and pushed the bomb to a corner away from the victim.

After pushing, he pointed to the pile of dismantled bombs, as if he wanted to say some comforting words, so that the victim could calm down and cooperate with the follow-up actions, but at this moment, the screen on the bombs restarted. lights up.

00: 03.

Hagiwara Kenji's brain buzzed.

The half-long-haired man subconsciously covered the bomb with his body, turned his head and shouted: "Run! Everyone, run—!"

"—These bombs are back on file!"

Outside the Metropolitan Police Department.

Hirashima Yoshi rushed out of the ambulance.

The coffee-colored clothes rolled up into a flower in the air, and the white coats in the ambulance jumped out in a hurry, but their speed was not as fast as that of the police officer Hirashima Yang. Behind him shouted "Mr. Hirashima" in confusion, and was stopped outside the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

They watched the coffee-colored figure rush into the police station, and no one knew why Ping Daoyang suddenly ran wildly.

It's like running towards the truth.