“…… Teacher?" I was very nervous, but my voice was much calmer than I expected. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Because there have been too many incredible things recently, is the psychological quality already extraordinary?" "Are you okay?"

"I ...... It's okay......" The voice from the other side quickly relieved me. Although it sounds unusually weak, at least I can still speak, and I haven't fallen into a coma or- what are you kidding, how could the youkai sage Yakumo Purple die here, why do I have such a ridiculous idea, it's ridiculous......

"At this time, the drug must have played its due role, right?" As if anticipating all this, the other party's next words came from the speakers of the device, "According to the description of that guy Kirisame, you should be weak now, and you only have the strength to speak, right?" hahahaha, but unfortunately, even then you are too dangerous, and it is a pity that you can't witness this scene with your own eyes......"

Is the drug ...... a narcotic gas emitted at the time the disc is place......d? This name seems to make people care. I guess I've heard it somewhere......

"It took me a lot of effort to get that miser to hand this thing over, but the blonde idiot who had to put his last name in front of his name like you was too low on his guard to steal it...... Ha, haha......"

Blonde...... Kirisame? Wait, is it Kirisame......?

"You should have seen the message in the bomb express two days ago. I didn't warn you, but you've landed where you are...... You've probably forgotten who I am, right? No, you probably didn't remember it in the first place. Don't worry, I'll tell my story in the next recording, but until then,"

"Di", an electronic sound from nowhere sounded in my ears. Suddenly feeling very bad, I lowered my head-

"Let's count down and walk again. ”

The bright red numbers that had stopped jumped again, piercing straight into my eyes under the somewhat dark night sky.

Is the so-called disc that can stop the countdown, just to deceive Yakumo-sensei by poisoning him?

Scammed...... No, it is better to say that it was necessary to put the disc at that time, otherwise nothing could be done in the confusion......

Now, what should I do? I'm completely cornered......

The sweat was completely unstoppable, and the wound seemed to be extremely painful. He tried to break free from the chain behind him again, but it didn't work at all, and his body was so tired that he couldn't even lift the hand holding the chain lightly. Is there really a way to escape at this time?

"Author...... "I guess I heard the sound of iron chains, and Yakumo-sensei said a little breathlessly, "Don't worry......"

How can I not be worried at this time! Until now, I don't even know who did this, and if I continue like this, I'm going to die, I ...... I'm going to die...... I don't want to die!!!

"You two...... What's going on?" Suddenly, his ears picked up another familiar voice, "Miss Yakumo-murasaki, are you alright? Student, you ......"

"Han Ding!" "My heart was suddenly filled with hope again, "Teacher Yakumo was paralyzed by the other party's incapacitating agent! Now I have a time bomb strapped to my body, and I have to ...... it."

"Oh, at this time, Chinese friends should be there too, right?"

…… What the!?

Moving my gaze back to the device that was still reflecting the cold light, I opened my mouth again without realizing it. The stereo continued to play the gruff voice - a pre-recorded, rough voice:

"If I wanted to defuse that bomb, I wouldn't be able to stop it from being arrested or attacked by Yakumo, who didn't work with drugs. But you'd better note that the bomb has a metal detector, and if you come with a firearm, I can't guarantee its stability. ”

…… It's a recording, right?

In other words, the other party successfully predicted Han Ding's arrival, and even the time was almost exactly the same!?

The former is nothing at all, even someone like me can think of it. However, it was an accurate estimate of the order and time difference between the arrival of Mr. Yakumo and Han Ding, this kind of thing...... Is it really possible?

"Cut," with a smack of his tongue, Han Ding pulled out a pistol from his waist, threw it on the ground, clapped his hands and walked over directly, "I just checked it, and there is nothing wrong with Miss Yakumo's body...... Huh, student, you ...... Why is it so miserable?"

"That guy caused it. "Even so, I can't remember the other person's face at all. "That...... That ......"

"Oh?" Glancing back in the direction where Teacher Yakumo was lying, Han Ding sighed helplessly, "I see, if you care, you will be messed up, and you will be tricked...... It's a fool but ......"

Idiot? Who are you talking about? Yakumo-sensei? Looks like you're not qualified to say that kind of thing!

"I'll put my appearance aside. It's so dark and there are no tools, can you defuse the bomb?"

"It's difficult...... Let's take a look at the structure first. Cautiously stretching out his hand, Han Ding slowly groped for the bomb, "Well, it's a very professional thing......"

"At this time, China's friends must have already begun to disarm the bombs, right?" the enemy's rough voice sounded again, "I hope you are satisfied with this gift." This bomb was made by my comrade-in-arms, whose life ended in that part of Chechnya twenty years ago. It's perfect for revenge......"

Twenty years ago...... Chechnya? And he's here for revenge? Chechen or Russian soldiers?

"Presumably mercenaries on the side of the Russian government...... Ah, the official title should be 'pro-Russian militia'. Noticing my confusion, Han Ding, who gently lifted the lid of the bomb, said to me, "But after twenty years of pursuit, and following a few pitiful clues to China in one go, this perseverance is really admirable...... Tut. ”

As soon as he was halfway through his words, he slapped his tongue again: "It's really difficult to do, this bomb...... How bad a taste must the designer have to be to use this design technique......"

"Wackerloff's designs are unique. As if he expected what Han Ding said, the voice continued to come from the device, "He was a member of the killer organization before, and he once received a mission, and his employer asked for two people from the other party to die in despair. If you want to make someone desperate, the best way is to give them hope first......"

“…… Therefore, an interface was specially arranged for ordinary people to carry out demolition work empty-handed, and even a reminder was written next to it to prepare tools. Holding the bomb steady, Han Ding took out a small cone that looked like a plastic product from the big box, and then slowly poked it in, "But in terms of workload, it is completely impossible to complete the demolition before the countdown......

"Impossible?" suddenly the heart rose to his throat, "Really, is it impossible?"

"Don't worry, I'm not an ordinary person. Anyway, I'm a human who can go head-to-head with Miss Yakumo-Murasaki -- on the mouth cannon. Although he said this, sweat slowly appeared on Han Ding's face, "If you say this level...... Tsk!"

"At this time, the Chinese friend must have encountered the first trap planted by Waklov, right?" the enemy's voice sounded again just right, "You should also be able to realize that he is really a genius, a complete genius, he was born to learn bombs, ha, haha......"

Suddenly, the voice coming from the speaker began to become muffled: "But he died, you know? Have you ever seen that kind of death? The man who was split in half vertically, and each half was gushing blood, and his intestines fell to the ground......

"Damn!" his hand trembled visibly, and Han Ding accidentally dropped the cone on the ground. Picking it up immediately, he took a few deep breaths before continuing with his hand. If that's the kind of reaction, he can't really see that kind of scene, right?" "Student, can you tell me what this guy did before?"

"What did you do?" immediately tensed my nerves, which were already tense enough, and I thought carefully, "Tell me to put the disc in and ...... Looks like some liquid was poured on my head......"

"Liquid?ah, it seems that even if he can't kill Miss Yakumo Zi, he is determined to kill you......" Although Han Ding was indeed saying these words seriously, it seemed to me that he was trying to find a topic to keep the conversation going, "This is not good, how can it have the best effect if you don't sprinkle salt on the wound......

"Didn't he pour salt water on me?"

"No, I think propylene glycol. ”

"Isn't this redundant, and the power of the bomb should be enough to get rid of me......

"From what I've got, this behavior seems to be akin to a religious ritual in that mercenary group. When someone is on a suicide mission, pour propylene glycol on their body and gun...... Tsk," the fourth time he slapped his tongue, and the sweat on Han Ding's head became more and more, "Is his body dry?"

“…… I think so. Although there was only a vague figure left in my impression, I still answered as best I could, "Only sweat is right......"

"So you're the executor of a suicide mission...... Not an outlaw Avenger, no wonder so many cautious eyes. The countdown on the bomb continued to jump, and the movements in Han Ding's hand were already obviously a little impatient. On the other side, Yakumo-sensei seems to have recovered somewhat. She struggled to where I could see, and then sat up against the edge of the roof, the environment was too dark to see the other person's expression, but it must have been a rather painful action: "Author...... Jun, little Dingzi ......"

"Can't you stop calling me by that title at this time?" Although there was a tendency to shout out, Han Ding finally suppressed his anger. Turning his head, he seemed to want to glare at the other person, but the moment he turned his head away, he stared at something. I wanted to follow his gaze, but the next second he turned around, and the impatient atmosphere miraculously disappeared from him, "Is there still a minute......

One minute...... Is there only one minute left?

"Don't worry, student, I basically understand what's going on with this thing. A small pair of plastic scissors appeared on his right hand, "Definitely not going to let you die here......"

Even if you say so, the countdown is decreasing step by step!

At this point, I had no other mind to pay attention to my surroundings, and my eyes were fixed on the decreasing numbers. When everything goes to zero, I'm going to be blown to pieces by this bomb......

A sense of fear like never before. The body seemed to be completely unable to move, and bursts of chill traveled over the body. At this time, the first thing that comes to mind is the foreigner who died in the attic. I'd rather die like that if I could......!

Thirty seconds left......

Twenty seconds left......

Ten seconds to go. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one-

Subconsciously closed his eyes. Teeth chattered with fear. Is this how my life will end?

"Alright, relax students. It's over. Han Ding's voice came from his ears. When I opened my eyes, I found that the other person was smiling. Lowering his head, the countdown stopped at the "00:00" position. The bomb did not explode.

The bomb did not explode!

His body had gone completely soft, as if something had been taken away. With a long sigh of relief, I was about to say something when another untimely voice suddenly appeared:

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to tell you. In fact, the countdown device on the bomb was just a camouflage. The real countdown is on this disc that's playing. When everything is broadcast, the bomb will naturally explode. ”

…… What the?

"Goodbye, then, Chinese imps, Chinese friends, and the guys who ruined my mercenary group and ruined my reputation......"

“Прощайте

навсегда。 ”

After the sentence ended, the device made a slight noise - the disc, finished.

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