Chapter 184 - We Are Still Alive
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If we follow the instructions given over the phone, there are still fifty minutes before the bomb explodes. But now it seems that Wang Zheng has been deceived
"Alright, I was too naive." Wang Zheng sighed and then squinted his eyes to carefully examine the bomb in front of him.
From the current situation, Wang Zheng could clearly deduce that the person who planted this bomb must have a close relationship with the interests group of Zhongding Gas. When Zhongding’s ownership changed, they wanted revenge and naturally would target Zhongding, even going so far as to cause chaos.
What can't be obtained is destroyed.
Looking at the shocking bomb in front of him, Wang Zheng couldn't help but admire the ruthlessness and determination of the person behind it all.
The time was slipping by second by second. The short period didn’t allow Wang Zheng any time to reflect. In just ten minutes, everything would be decided— if he couldn’t solve this problem within those ten minutes, then the bomb would explode, sending everything here sky-high.
Under no circumstances could the inventory tank area explode; otherwise, it would trigger an endless chain reaction that wouldn’t be controllable by human means.
Dismantling bombs is a lesson that special forces soldiers must learn. In this aspect, Wang Zheng’s skills are not inferior to any bomb disposal expert.
Wang Zheng used ropes to secure himself in mid-air fifteen meters high and with his feet on the ladder, his hands moved like he was playing the piano, performing a series of dazzling actions. Soon enough, the first iron box had been disassembled.
Looking at the structure inside and the pipelines, Wang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but soon after, his brows furrowed tightly again.
The bombs were linked together; that meant as long as one was solved, the rest would follow without needing to deal with each individually.
However, Wang Zheng now found himself troubled by the three colored wires in front of him: red, yellow, and green.
If he rashly dismantled them, it would certainly trigger the explosion mechanism; he must cut off the wire controlling the bomb’s activation.
But which one out of these red, yellow, and green wires is correct
In many movies, protagonists are shown needing to cut a red or blue wire when disarming bombs; if they cut the wrong one, the bomb would explode immediately. Of course, this method at least has a 50% chance of being right.
But in reality, general bomb disposal is never so complicated; usually just one wire needs to be dealt with. Those who introduce two wires for confusion are abnormal, and as for those introducing three— they're absolutely the most extreme abnormalities.
Wang Zheng felt that he was being toyed with. The person had obviously set these colored wires to play with him. Wang Zheng even vaguely sensed that somewhere out of his sight, there must be a pair of teasing eyes watching this place with amusement.
Three wires: red, yellow, blue.
The time was slipping by second by second, but in his hand was the cutting pliers and Wang Zheng couldn't bring himself to move.
This time, Wang Zheng was always in a passive and battered situation. Although he used his exceptional personal abilities to put up an unparalleled counterattack, he had already fallen into the other party's trap beforehand. The opponent seemed like a skilled chess player who stood outside the chessboard, looking down from above as they watched him fight on a treacherous board. Whether or not this bomb could be safely dismantled, Wang Zheng had already lost several moves.
Furthermore, if the mastermind behind it all found time to plant another bomb at Zhongding Gas in the future, then there would really be no end to what Wang Zheng would have to endure.
"Which one should I cut" Wang Zheng pointed at these three trigger wires, as if talking to himself or someone else: "I want to peel off the insulation, but it takes too long. Is there any other way There's only five minutes left!"
He Yan was silent for half a minute on the communication device before saying seriously, "In this situation, feel behind these three wires to see if there are any hidden connections."
He Yan’s words undoubtedly provided Wang Zheng with an idea. He extended his index finger and probed behind the red wire. Instantly, joy appeared in his eyes.
Behind the red wire was indeed tightly attached a very thin copper wire that one wouldn’t notice unless they were looking carefully!
Wang Zheng looked at this single copper wire in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly. It really was dangerous; the enemy also had sinister intentions. If it weren’t for He Yan’s reminder, Wang Zheng would never have thought to look behind these three insulated wires for such a thin copper thread!
If he didn’t discover this copper wire, then no matter which wire Wang Zheng cut, he’d trigger the bomb.
He Yan could clearly hear Wang Zheng’s sigh of relief on the communication device.
"Alright, it should be this time. Time is running out; cut it."
"Okay."
Wang Zheng picked up his scissors and placed the copper wire in between them. Just as he was about to snip it, a feeling of extreme danger flashed through his mind!
This was Wang Zheng’s early warning system for danger. This kind of intuition had appeared many times before and each time allowed him to escape from danger. This time would not be an exception.
Wang Zheng hesitated, eventually deciding against cutting the wire. Instead, he loosened his grip on the scissors and extended his finger once more, feeling behind the yellow wire.
"Damn it!"
Facing the second copper wire that appeared at the tip of his fingers, Wang Zheng couldn’t help but curse!
How sinister was this enemy who set up the bomb How familiar were they with human psychology! If an ordinary person saw three wires, he might just guess one of them. After all, there’s a one-third chance of being right. But how would an ordinary person think to look behind the insulated wire for another copper thread
When Wang Zheng discovered that copper thread, he thought it was definitely the trigger line. If his instinct hadn’t flashed just before cutting, he might have already been blown up into dust! That enemy was really sinister and sinister. Everything was linked together; if you missed even a single step, you’d be finished here!
Wang Zheng reached for the last blue wire. Not unexpectedly, his finger found another copper thread!
The electronic display showed that there were only two minutes left!
"What should we do" Wang Zheng seemed to be talking to himself, yet also asking He Yan.
"Why don't you just cut one randomly." He Yan's voice was filled with uncertainty. He hadn't expected the enemy to be so cunning and set up a bomb that was almost impossible to defuse from a probabilistic standpoint!
Should he cut the red wire or the blue Should he cut the copper thread behind the red wire or the one behind the blue Should he cut both the blue wire and its copper thread together, or the same for the red
Hundreds of ways to make a choice, with no time to try each one! Because if he made even one wrong move, there would be no second chance!
This enemy couldn't merely be described as treacherous anymore!
Wang Zheng was silent, his eyes narrowing into slits, flashing with an unsettling light. However, on the forehead of this Eastern Tyrant King who once ruled the Western dark world, there were several drops of cold sweat.
This single snip would affect too many lives! If he cut it wrong and set off the entire tank area, the surrounding square kilometers would be blown to smithereens; whose responsibility was it then for those thousands of people's lives
If Wang Zheng were irresponsible, upon hearing about the bomb crisis, he could immediately escape by car without caring about the safety of nearby civilians. With his driving skills, three hours would be enough time for him to distance himself from Yinchuan.
But the enemy had calculated on his hot-blooded heart; they were certain that Wang Zheng would return even knowing it was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead. A person, a man, always has something he is willing to defend with his life.
In Dragon Scale Corps, there are no deserters.
Even if it means dying on the battlefield.
The time continued to pass; Li Tianshu slowly put down his binoculars and sighed heavily. At this critical moment, as the biggest brat of Northwest China, he didn't choose to run away but stood at the front lines with Wang Zheng, defending this place that had nurtured him.
Of course, it also allowed him to witness firsthand the legendary prowess of a military king.
But Li Tianshu knew that if the bomb exploded, he wouldn't survive either. Clenching his fists tightly, sweat poured from his hands.
The colonel beside him put down his binoculars as well, his expression serious. He took a deep breath and checked his watch, saying, "Young Master, there's only one minute left."
At this moment in the temporary command center, everyone was silent, listening intently to their own heartbeats. Looking through the binoculars at this point had no meaning; sixty seconds passed quickly, and all they could do was wait.
Wait for a verdict from fate.
"Wang Zheng, there's no time left. Go ahead," He Yan’s loud voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor.
"Alright, I usually have good luck."
Wang Zheng threw the headphones aside and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Just as he was about to cut the copper wire behind the red wire, he suddenly felt a vibration at his waist.
There were only forty-five seconds left now.
In forty-five seconds, everything would be destroyed.
Wang Zheng was puzzled and wanted to see who could call him at such a crucial moment. However, when he took out his phone, he saw an unknown number.
Without hesitation, Wang Zheng pressed the answer button while the time on the electronic display continued to tick down.th combatants were completely relying on their senses to fight. With so many bushes and trees around them, they often collided with these plants during combat, which reduced the effectiveness of their...