Tiga listened intently, and in the east bedroom, the sound of Abdul snoring came intermittently, which made Tiga breathe a sigh of relief, he changed his hand to hold the mobile phone lighting, and his free right hand took out a fruit knife that he had just brought out from the kitchen while people were not looking.

The fruit knife was very sharp, reflecting bursts of cold light in the faint blue light, but the hand holding him kept trembling. The closer I got to the bomb, the more I couldn't understand how Abdo laid out the threads, and why each line seemed to be connected in parallel with several other lines, and yet seemed to be a separate one. This is a wiring method that Tiga thinks he has never learned.

In the education he received, the human bomb is the top priority, to put it bluntly, it is to achieve the goal of killing and injuring innocents by sacrificing himself, this kind of bomb is generally small in size, can be worn on the body without being detected, and the wiring layout is of course simple and direct, several wires are strung together, any one is crucial, and the whole body is moved.

But Abdu's bomb layout can only be described as chaotic.

The more Tiga stared at the bomb, the more cold sweat permeated from his head. He didn't know what to do. Under Abdu's nose, he could not turn to the police for help, but with his own personal strength, it was absolutely impossible for this bomb to be defused safely, and it seemed that this was a dead end.

I knew that when he left the store, he asked the police to wear a microphone and headset for him. It was also played on TV, and these things were small enough to be ignored, but he was scared, refused the police's proposal, and returned to this Longtan tiger's den alone, and now it is difficult to ride a tiger.

Tiga fumbled, starting at the outermost part, cutting off the wires that he thought were not very important. Large drops of sweat silently slammed down on the floor, and each time, Tiga closed his eyes and slashed down.

Thankfully, fortunately, until now he is still safe and sound, seven threads, he cut for an hour.

It was close to midnight, and Tiga had not sent a signal that he was safe. At the beginning, they agreed that if Tiga could defuse the bomb, they would turn on and off the living room light three times as a signal, and the police would attack the door, kill the criminals and rescue the hostages, and if they did not receive a safety signal for a long time, the police would still attack at 11 o'clock at night.

Time waits for no one!

Abdo hadn't slept all the time, and the intermittent snoring was a deliberate disguise.

Tiga had been careful enough, but he hadn't noticed that there were still half footprints left on the corners of his trousers, and Abdu swore that they weren't the ones he had just kicked in.

Although Tiga's clothes had been worn for many days, wrinkled like diapers, and smelled of sweat, there should never be footprints.

Saying that he was nervous, suspicious of ghosts, or looking for a smoke, Abdu began to suspect Tiga.

However, he still kept quiet, if these people didn't come today, wouldn't the plan to buy Hemuti fall through?

So he kept a lot of attention to stand in the shadows and keep an eye out for movement outside.

From 5 p.m. to 8 p.m., people kept entering the neighborhood and dispersed, as if they were going home. However, when Abdu looked closely, it was not difficult to see that the ratio of men to women was 15:1, and there was not a single child in sight. Abdu bared a row of yellow teeth in the darkness and smiled silently.

No matter how good a hunter is, he can't fight a cunning fox, so how did Maihemuti's brain grow? These people are really here, when they come, then don't leave, stay.

His two arms had been dislocated for a long time, and his shoulders slowly began to swell and purple, and the pain was getting stronger and stronger to stimulate him, and the interrogators repeatedly offered to call a doctor to help him reset, but they were all refused, he needed these painful stimuli to keep him awake, otherwise what should he do if the gang took advantage of his grogginess to ask something that he shouldn't ask. Moreover, now it is only a dislocation, only if it drags on for a long time, and it is serious, he can leave here and be sent to the hospital, and the hospital gives him endless space to play.

Maihemuti kept staring at his watch, and by this time the hour hand was slowly pointing to the 11 o'clock position. He was a little anxious: "Hey, can you tell me, did the police find the whereabouts of the second bomb?" It's 11 o'clock, and I'm supposed to tell you all about it, you won't be so wasted that you can't find it, will you? I can say in advance that if the bomb explodes again, I won't be blamed for the death. ”

"You're in the middle of the night, what are you howling? As for your men, we have already found it, you better be honest, think about where the third bomb is, now you can confess, fight for leniency, maybe there is a glimmer of life in the future. ”

Maihemuti asked rhetorically: "A glimmer of life? Are you really going to let someone like me go? ”

The interrogator slandered in his heart: You can pull it down, just the little life in your hand, a hundred shots are enough, and you still want to be lenient, daydreaming! But what comes out of your mouth is the opposite: "You have to have faith in yourself, you have faith in the law, as long as you really repent, I believe that the law is fair, and it can be seen." "It's just a fool of Maihemuti, since the law is fair, this kind of murderer should be wiped off the face of the earth.

Maihemuti no longer looked up, a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and quickly turned to sincerity, very good, very good, these policemen really did not disappoint him.

Abdu, I've set the stage for you to perform, and the rest is up to you, you won't let me down, will you?

Abdu listened to the movement outside the bedroom, and Tiga was silent, what was he doing? When will these policemen come in again? No matter how miraculous he was, he couldn't tell him exactly what time to detonate the bomb, he said he would bring the police, and he said that it was up to Abdu himself how much he could kill.

It's already 10:55. The neighborhood was as silent as a grave, and even the barking of dogs could not be heard.

Abdu walked lightly to the bedroom door, quickly opened the door, put on a vicious face and shouted, "Tiga, what are you doing?" ”

Tiga's hand flicked, and the fruit knife took advantage of the situation to cut off a red thread. Tiga reflexively threw away the phone and knife and curled up.

Nothing happened except the ringing of the phone falling to the ground.

Tiga had been hesitating for a long time on the last thread, and he had been unsure of which one to cut, but Abdu would help him when he shouted out at his throat.

The bomb was defused by him! Tiga was pleasantly surprised, but did not dodge Abdul flying to grab his hand......

Outside 903, the policemen who had infiltrated the community in disguise as residents earlier quietly gathered in the corridor, and all the personnel were loaded with live ammunition, and when the armed police entered 903 first, they all rushed up, trying not to give the criminals a chance to move......

11 o'clock has finally arrived!