Perfect idol [entertainment circle]

Thanks to the efforts of all walks of life, the crisis of Huayin Plaza has been eased—only on the surface:

The police rushed to the vicinity of the square, and excellent snipers were squatting on the tall buildings.

The government is negotiating with the woman in the car.

There have been no casualties in the square for the time being.

Except for the shot that was used as a warning at the beginning, the members of the cult organization can almost be called 'safe'.

"The fans have basically recovered their composure."

"The official in charge of negotiating with the lady has been abused... I suggest you find a way to save yourself and don't pin your hopes on him."

On the 98th, while comforting Kong Zhengchu's fans, he reported.

help yourself...

Kong Zhengchu casually glanced at the members of the cult.

The most critical issue now is the bomb.

The woman had already rolled up the car window, and those burly men with guns blocked the car body without any concealment. The roof of the car has obviously been modified, which can easily block a few bullets.

Once the sniper shoots, the bomb will be detonated.

The government is therefore tied.

During the negotiation between the government and the cult members, the robot searched the information carefully and confirmed that the few people in the square did not have any foreign aid.

——It is obvious to drag a group of innocent people to hell together.

Afterwards, Kong Zhengchu scanned the entire square.

There are three places where the bomb is buried.

He hacked into the police's equipment neatly and published his scan results.

police:……

Instant vigilance.

The technicians were divided into two groups, one group traced back to Kong Zhengchu, and the other group began to cooperate with the bomb disposal experts to control the micro-robots and carefully verify the accuracy of the bomb's location.

The robot breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the bombs are dismantled, these cultists are easily subdued.

Che Bai, who knew nothing about his actions, silently held his palm, frowning with a serious expression.

"...you'll be fine."

The man comforted softly.

Kong Zhengchu blinked, held Che Bai's hand instead, and said calmly, "You will be fine."

With the current technology, bomb disposal experts can completely dismantle bombs remotely, and there are also devices that can directly abolish bombs.

These few cult members are estimated to be only the middle and lower levels of the organization, and the bombs used are not difficult to defuse.

not to mention……

Most of the attention of the cultists outside the car was on the snipers, and they hardly noticed the tiny robots mixed in the crowd.

--soon.

Everyone is safe.

******

Relying on the scanned image sent by the mysterious person, the police quietly dispelled two bombs, and when dismantling the third bomb——

"what is that?!"

A cult member yelled: "Look, I don't feel right. Are the government people dismantling bombs?!"

The robot let go.

If the police did not have time to dismantle the third bomb, he would abandon all cover-ups, rush to the bomb, reduce the temperature of his body to the extreme, and create an environment that was 'theoretically impossible to detonate'.

Noticing the change in Kong Zhengchu's mood, Che Bai felt a little uneasy.

"what happened?"

he asked.

"……fine."

Kong Zhengchu answered absent-mindedly.

Che Bai pursed his lips noncommittally, and stopped asking.

The remnants of the cult turned their gazes to the third bomb's burial site in unison, and spotted the small robot that was diligently dismantling the bomb.

Their faces changed suddenly, and then they raised their guns——

The snipers on the tall buildings took the lead in killing them.

The woman in the car heard the movement outside the car, stopped cursing, and pressed the detonation button of the bomb without hesitation.

...No movement?

How could there be no movement!

The woman opened her eyes in disbelief.

——When the first cult member uttered a voice to remind his companions, the police reacted quickly and used equipment to scrap the bomb.

There is no need to dismantle it.

Anyway, this is the last bomb, and the sniper can kill the gunman outside the car at any time.

The police said that you can press the detonator as you like, and if something happens, they will lose.

Seeing the horror of the members of the cult organization after being shot dead, some people covered their mouths and noses feeling a little uncomfortable, and lowered their heads with an ugly expression. Visually, they would have nightmares for several nights in a row.

The other part vents the excitement and ecstasy of living a catastrophe.

The square was filled with joy and encouragement.

——Even the police were infected by this atmosphere, and their tense nerves were slightly relaxed.

Kong Zhengchu, who had hacked into the driving recorder, mobile phone and other equipment, observed the increasingly frenzied expression of the woman in the car, and bit his lower lip.

He stood up abruptly and ran to the car.

The police suddenly woke up and immediately followed his pace.

—Arresting criminals is the top priority!

The youth's hat fell to the ground while running.

His black and soft hair danced in the wind, and his emerald green eyes were clear and firm.

A royal blue stud earring is worn on the left earlobe.

Others could only vaguely glimpse his face under the mask.

"Little brother in front, don't get close to that car again! It's dangerous. We will give the last criminal the punishment he deserves!"

The police shouted loudly behind him.

Kongzheng turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to run towards the car where the cultist was at a speed comparable to that of a world sprint champion.

pity.

——Still slow.

After discovering that the bomb hadn't exploded, the woman immediately climbed into the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator hard.

The car roared and hit the nearby people like a flying arrow.

"Shoot the tire!"

Someone reminded with a sharp to breaking voice.

Although the shooting target is clear, the car is already close to the crowd, and the possibility of bursting four tires in an instant is infinitely close to zero.

——Will there still be casualties...

The policemen were full of remorse, and felt self-blame and ashamed for their previous laxity.

The few people who were about to be hit by the car were so frightened that their heads were blank and their limbs were weak, and there was no way to avoid it.

At this critical moment——

The car stopped strangely.

In an instant, the square became silent.

The young man who was trying to pull the car to a stop with both hands lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, but the shaking of his arm was very obvious, as if it would break directly in the next second.

Che Bai, who just arrived now, held the rear part of the car without saying a word, trying to help him share part of the strength.

however.

—no feeling at all.

The man was secretly surprised.

Although he couldn't feel a trace of strength, Che Bai still wittily showed an extremely difficult posture, and then sneaked a glance at Kong Zhengchu.

The young man glanced back at him, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing a little smile.

Che Bai: ...

I almost couldn't play it.

Fortunately, the police successfully blew four tires, forcibly opened the door, and handcuffed the criminal.

——The crisis is completely resolved.

******

afterwards.

Robot with 'broken' hands gets into ambulance.

Mr. Police, with 'admiration' and 'amazing' written all over his face, first thanked him for his dedication, then praised his willpower, and finally said that the government would reimburse his medical expenses so that he could recover from his injuries with peace of mind.

Che Bai is remembering the precautions for the injured.

"correct."

Kong Zhengchu said in Chinese: "You haven't answered me - will you be sad? If I can't give reciprocal love."

Only two people in the ambulance can understand Chinese.

Che Bai looked at the bewildered nurse and police officer, quietly cleared his throat, adjusted his expression, with a solemn attitude as if he was participating in the first interview in his life—and the only one.

"will not."

He raised the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes were gentle: "Anyway, most of the feelings are unequal."

And you.

Ben deserves all my love.