Time passed minute by minute, and it was as if it were fried on a hot pan for a long time.

Ruan Qi had been kneeling on the ground for more than twenty minutes.

She held professional scissors and sorted out the complicated lines of the fried order like a cocoon.

Beads of sweat slowly slid down her smooth forehead and dripped down her cheeks to her chin.

The air was so oppressive that it made people's hearts burst, and Bo Ye, who was standing on the side holding his mobile phone, was sweating in his palms.

In the Q base, Xi Jiu stood motionless in front of the big screen.

A pair of bottomless black eyes stared closely at the little girl in the video, and the hands in the trouser pockets were clenched into fists.

No one dared to speak, not even breathing slowed down.

The scissors in Ruan Qi's hand slowly cut a green thread.

At this time, there are only four lines left on the timed bombing list, and they are also the four most critical.

The little girl wiped her sweat, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were bright and beautiful.

She took a deep breath and reached for the second red line on the left.

Everyone's hearts instantly hung in the air.

Click!

There was a soft thud.

The red line is broken.

The atmosphere is like a taut rubber band, which is forcefully stretched to a critical point.

Then it jerked loose again.

Phew——!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

No explosions!

The little girl in the video gently hooked the corner of her lower lip, and then stretched out her hand to the first green line on the left.

This time, everyone's hearts hung higher.

The fewer lines remain, the greater the chance of explosion and the higher the danger factor.

In the command center of the plane, many people covered their eyes in fright when they saw this scene.

Click!

A crisp sound fell.

The horrific explosion did not sound.

However, instead of being happy, everyone became more nervous.

There are only two threads left!

Xi Jiu looked at the big screen intently, stretched out his right hand from his trouser pocket, and grabbed the back of the chair on the side.

The slender fingers were whitish from too much force, and the leather back was pressed deep into five fingerprints.

Ruan Qi, who was kneeling in front of the fried order, looked at the only two lines left, and suddenly stopped moving.

She put down the scissors, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and sent a few WeChat messages.

Not long after the message was sent, Xi Jiu's mobile phone vibrate.

He quickly shrunk the video window and clicked into Ruan Qi's chat window.

[Baby: Jiujiu, there is still one last thread left. I'm going to eat crayfish when I'm going back after cutting! Love you! 】

Xi Jiu's mobile phone is still connected to a large screen, and the messages sent by the little girl enter everyone's sight through the big screen.

Whether it is the Q base, the aircraft command center, or the people above are all stunned when they see this WeChat.

The members of the base in the conference room couldn't help but look at Xi Jiu.

The tall man stood motionless, his straight back filled with a strong sense of oppression.

He clutched his phone tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand bulged.

Xi Jiu stared at the message for seven seconds.

Then, slowly type the next word – OK.

After the word was spoken, the man zoomed in on the video window again.

The moment he raised his head, several base members sitting on the side faintly saw the water hidden in those cold eyes.

……

The last two threads, one white and one black.

Like the two ends of life and death, they are incompatible.

There were less than twenty minutes left on the timer, and the red numbers on the display were striking.

Ruan Qi stared at the fried order for a while, then stretched out his hand again and sorted out all the lines.

EOD is a big gamble of life, but also a test of professionalism and mentality.

It took the little girl a full five minutes to recheck the structure of the fried sheet twice.

Then, she picked up the scissors and held out her hand.