Seeing the jumping numbers on the timer, my first thought was to give up, this guy and I are not related, and I don't even know each other at all, it doesn't matter if I'm dead or alive, I don't have any reason to risk it for him, just blow up and kill him just a hundred, anyway, the murderer has been caught, what are the consequences, just hand over the murderer, it's a very simple question.

This is my idea as a mercenary, but when I think about it, what would I do if I were a banshee, she would definitely not give up, even at the expense of herself, in my opinion, that would be a stupid act, but if it were me, when I was still in the hurricane commando, I would make the same choice as the banshee, although stupid, but I had to do it, this is the difference between a mercenary and a soldier.

I glanced at Brigadier General Chris, whose face was covered with blood and was still in a coma, and started an ideological struggle in my heart, and after a moment of entanglement, I finally made a stupid choice, took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "Count yourself lucky to meet a Chinese soldier." ”

"It's good that the wolves aren't there, otherwise they will definitely be laughed to death." I laughed self-deprecatingly and began to study the bomb.

This is a cleverly designed explosive device, in addition to the timing of the detonation, there is also a horizontal switch to detonate, in order to prevent the bomb from being dismantled, it is a transparent glass tube, a steel ball is placed in the middle, both ends are induction chips, as long as the steel ball touches the chips on both sides, it will explode immediately, that is to say, the glass tube can not have any inclination, must be kept absolutely horizontal.

To be honest, it's a miracle that I didn't explode in the car for half a day, let alone dismantle it, and I didn't even dare to move, which gave me a reason to convince myself, I couldn't do it if I didn't want to, because I didn't dare to get up and walk out.

It is not difficult to defuse the bomb, the difficult thing is to control the level switch, what should I do? Seeing that there were only three minutes left on the timer, and that life was counting down, my brain spun rapidly, and I went through all the bomb defusal methods I had ever touched.

It's not like I've never seen a similar horizontal switch, and there are several ways to dismantle it, but the key is that there are no tools in my hand, and the backpack is in the banshee, so how to dismantle it without anything on my body?

The more I couldn't think of a way, the faster time passed, and because of nervousness, I couldn't help but grope for something that could be used, and accidentally touched the saber on my waist, and suddenly my eyes lit up, and my mind flashed with inspiration, and I thought of a wonderful attention.

My spur is custom-made, with a unique structure, the handle is hollow, and it can store some important things, such as maps and the like, as long as you rotate the top of the handle, you can open the lid, and at the bottom of the lid is equipped with a magnet, the doctor said that it can release electromagnetic waves, and it has the function of tracking and positioning, preventing the saber from being lost, and it can also track my location when it is scattered.

It seems to me to be just an ordinary magnet, and I haven't used the positioning function for so long, but today, it can come in handy.

In my excitement, I quickly pulled out my saber, unscrewed the lid, and placed the magnet on the glass tube, the situation was the same as I expected, the steel ball inside was attracted by the magnet, and as I moved left and right, the steel ball also moved back and forth.

"Hey, hey!" I smiled excitedly and placed the magnet in the middle of the glass tube so that the ball would not shake or tilt and touch the sensor chip.

After I got it done, I turned my head and looked at the time, there was only one minute and twenty seconds left, and it was time to test my professional skills and mental quality.

In fact, in addition to the horizontal switch, this bomb is very ordinary, to dismantle it is very simple for me, use the tip of a knife to pry open the simple shell, revealing the circuit connected inside, which is similar to what we usually see in movies, two main lines, one red and one blue, cut right to stop detonating, cut the wrong and explode immediately.

The reason is very simple, this is an electronic pulse bomb, the internal chip will keep receiving pulse signals from the trigger, when it selects the pulse given by the program will be detonated, the trigger should be communicated by two wires, one transmits data, the other transmits the clock signal, to make it stop, the clock signal must be cut, if the cut is wrong, the transmission data signal is cut, then the internal chip can not work, then the internal data will be automatically cleared, the chip will be restarted, and the chip restart will do a reset action, It is to pass by default, and then clear the data, because the signal is already connected to the bomb, as long as the chip passes by default, the bomb will be detonated.

So, if I cut it wrong, it means that I will blow up to ashes with this unknown Mr. Chris.

I looked at the time, there were still thirty seconds left, and the time was getting shorter, I took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, forced myself to remain absolutely calm, and then carefully observed the construction of the bomb, and through the connection to the fuse, deduced the wire that transmitted the clock signal.

But the truth disappointed me, the structure and connection of the two lines are almost identical, seemingly simple but I have no clue, what's more, there is no extra time for me to study, what to do, all professional means are not used, this has become a fifty-fifty gambling game, this life is a bet.

I looked back in the direction of the banshee, and an urge to give up welled up in my heart, why should I die with this unlucky bastard, why bother, it's not worth thinking about.

I wanted to escape, but I just didn't listen to my legs, and it was as if another self told me in my heart that he was a hostage and couldn't give up.

In the last ten seconds, I didn't think about anything else, and the appearance of the goddess Thea appeared in front of me, smiling at me, and she seemed to be holding a little angel in her hand, which was our unborn child.

Is it calling me? It doesn't matter, if you die, just go to accompany her.

Back to reality, I picked up the saber and chose the blue line, as long as I cut it gently, it broke, and life and death were in an instant.

Just as I was about to do it, I accidentally noticed a flash of light under the blue line, which was reflected by the light of the light on the helmet, and I looked closely, and there was a silver wire as thin as a hair underneath, which was something that should not have existed.

In the last three seconds, I don't know where I got the courage, I gave up the blue thread, picked up the silver thread with the tip of my knife, and at the last second, gritted my teeth to cut it, and then closed my eyes tightly.

A second, two seconds, a moment later, I slowly opened my eyes, nothing had changed, the imaginary explosion did not appear, I held my breath and stiffly turned my head to look at the timer, the numbers on it stopped at the last second, did not move.

...... exhale, I let out a sigh of relief, only to realize that my clothes were soaked with sweat.

"God loves me, how lucky is he!" I got up and collapsed on the seat next to me, my head covered in cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary bomb has a mystery inside, both wires are bait, which one is cut will explode, and that thin wire is what really cuts off the clock signal.

"It's so cunning!" I let out a sigh of relief, a smile of triumph on my face.

After a short rest, I pulled myself together and removed the bomb from Brigadier Chris and set it aside, then carried him out of the ambulance and back to the Banshee, who was semi-conscious and a little conscious, but looked weak, as if she was going to die at any moment.

(End of chapter)