"How do I explain it? Even if the situation was explained, who would believe me?

Just like now, where will I have time to explain to you! Jian Junxi said and roared hysterically.

"Let's go!" Seeing that they had not moved, his face was immediately full of anger.

"Yes......" Yan Rongliang reacted and vigorously pulled them out.

"But......" Ling Haonan's uneasy voice was blown away by the wind and disappeared into the small dilapidated house......

Mo Chen's tears rained down, the truth turned out to be like this, remembering the words that scolded her that day, his heart was like a sharp knife with salt passing by, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

Suddenly he wanted to scold himself for being a brute, but his choked throat and sealed lips prevented him from speaking......

There were three minutes and fifty seconds left before the explosion

Jian Junxi's mind was blank, so anxious that the tips of his fingers were trembling, and he kept swallowing saliva to moisten his dry throat, and cold sweat broke out all over his body......

"Woo woo woo ......" Mo Zixuan once again made a voice asking for help, and Jian Junxi reacted at this time.

Walked up to them, tore the tape off their faces, and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I'll do my best......"

After saying that, she returned to them, her trembling hands clenching her phone, and she kept looking for information about the bomb......

"Xue'er, you don't care about us, let's go!" Mo Zixuan shouted with red eyes.

Jian Junxi didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't move......

"Xue'er......" Mo Chen choked up.

Tears of repentance kept sliding down his eyes, and he said guiltily: "Yes...... I'm sorry...... It's uncle who misunderstood you......"

A layer of mist suddenly rose at the bottom of Jian Junxi's eyes, and his heart ached like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

The most worrying thing still happened, he hung his head guiltily and said hoarsely: "Uncle, the person who should say I'm sorry is me, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be ......"

She wanted to say but stopped, because she didn't want to waste any more time.

The mind is full of ...... Is it to cut the blue line or the red line?

Mo Zixuan turned his head, his crimson eyes were full of grief, and he persuaded in a dumb voice: "Xue'er, it's about to explode, it's better for two people to die than three to die, you hurry up!" ”

Jian Junxi's eyes flashed slightly, and the bomb moved from their hands little by little, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and he was silent.

Mo Chen came to his senses and said in a dumb voice: "Xue'er, you take a picture of the bomb and send it to me to see!" ”

"Good!" Jian Junxi did not hesitate, took the photo and went around to the front.

"This kind of bomb, when I was on a mission, I saw it once, and she was right, it seems to be a two-line life and death choice, but it is actually an illusion.

No matter which one is cut, it will detonate, and the only way is to remove the detonator, but the time is too short to rush......"

Mo Chen looked at the two minutes and thirty-six seconds displayed on the bomb, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Do your best to let go of your hand!" Jian Junxi said as he put the phone back in his pocket.

Reach out and break some of the chains, then take the knife out of your bag and prepare to take the detonator.

"Useless ......" Mo Chen closed his eyes in defeat.

Jian Junxi didn't pay attention to him, every nerve in his body was like a tight tightrope, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Fortunately, Nangong Jing asked her to learn how to take detonators, which happened to be the most recent thing.

"Xue'er, hurry up, please take good care of your aunt for me!" Mo Chen's eyes overflowed with tears, hovering on the edge of life.

At this moment, he suddenly missed Mi Xiaole very much, and what was even more worried was that without their father and son, what would she do in the future?

Sad and sad, who comforts her? Angry, who made her angry?

(End of chapter)