"Who's still there?" shouted a fierce-eyed terrorist into the empty hallway facing the corner of the street at the Kodak Theater. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's me, Naan!" said another man with an automatic rifle peeking out half of his face from the corner of the stairs.

"Why haven't you left yet?

"The caliph left first, the other brothers have just withdrawn from Gate 2 to the Divine Domain, and I will stay with you. ”

"Who wants you to accompany you? Do you know that this is an obstacle with no way out?"

"Ghee, we have been together since we were trained, how many times have we lived and died, what are you doing with your mother-in-law and mother......"

“...... Good. You hold the magnetic storm trigger under the stairs and listen to my orders. We must make sure that the death knell rings in the dressing room on time before anyone from outside comes in!"

The entrance to the Kodak Theatre is only the main entrance, which is designed to prevent fare evaders and paparazzi, and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The crossfire of the two automatic rifles was enough to keep the intruders out, especially those of the Department of Defense agents who only had regular standard weapons.

The scorching stalemate was shattered by a roar of air as four large drones arrived over the theater almost simultaneously, circling and using thermal imaging systems to lock on to the two terrorists blocked by the heavy stone walls.

The on-board multi-barreled machine gun began to roar violently, raining down bullets in a violent manner.

The terrorists in the room were so suppressed that they could only desperately avoid the windows and all the thin walls, and let the splinter of stone and wood splinter on them.

"It's an armor-piercing warhead, depleted uranium!" the frightened voice of the roasted naan was barely audible in the noise.

"Shut your foul mouth!" Ghee curled up in a corner, still calm, "depleted uranium warheads can only be fired with a minimum 30mm cannon, listen carefully - this is not a six-barreled Vulcan, this is a six-barreled Gatling ......"

"That's right, it's Gatling!" In the dressing room of the theater backstage, Schwarzen woke up from his coma, heard the faint roar of a machine gun outside, and immediately sat up his upper body, rubbed the back of his head that was smashed out of the bag by the butt of the gun, and exclaimed, "This kind of multi-barreled rotary machine gun, I used it when I was filming "Terminator"! The director gave me a box of live ammunition to find a feeling at the shooting range, although it was primitive, but it was definitely strong!"

No one answered him, and he turned his head to look—in the direction of the three rows of sofas, a dozen old men and old ladies were sitting in a circle, looking down at an open all-metal suitcase on the coffee table, carefully studying something. The expression is very focused.

Ball, who was lying not far away, defused the embarrassment of the former action superstar, "They were busy defusing bombs...... I've watched "The Terminator", the whole series! The second part is the most classic, and the fourth part is the most rubbish...... Ahem......"

"Don't move, don't talk less!" Eighth Brother Lin, who was tying a splint to Bauer's chest and ribs, said to stop. The so-called splint is nothing more than a simple device made up of temporary dismantling of the makeup table. Fortunately, he had already done an accurate reduction of the broken bones for the injured.

Schwarzen grinned dryly, "I have to be the protagonist to watch this play...... What kind of bombs did they dismantle?"

“...... Nuclear bomb. ”

Schwarzen immediately stood up, "Fuck! so small?"

"A simple version of a tactical nuclear bomb, maybe assembled in a garage somewhere. Now the drawings of this thing are all over the web...... As long as you can get enough weapons-grade uranium or plutonium......"

"Oh my God, the world we live in - more dangerous than a sci-fi blockbuster!" the former governor exclaimed in despair.

An old man interrupted their comments, and he looked up at the other scientific leaders, "Who has changed the cone?"

The bald old man on the other side glared, "What are you doing? You think this is a door lock? You don't even take off your sunglasses, can you see clearly?"

The old man looking for a change cone pursed his lips disdainfully, "This thing is extremely crudely designed. I can remove it with my heel - who has changed the taper?"

The bald old man smiled, "Then use the heel, why do you need to change the cone? Where do you think this is? The dressing room yay—change the cone, hmph, it's almost the same to find a hairpin." ”

Hearing this, Tan Youyou's heart suddenly moved, and she raised her hand to take off a silver hairpin from the bun made of white hair, "Is this okay?"

"Okay!" The old man in sunglasses took it, divided it by two in three times, and removed seven or eight medium-thick screws in a big way. The panel was lifted, revealing a modest mechanism inside—a cylindrical metal tube fifteen centimeters in diameter, about sixty centimeters long, with fixed nests at both ends and in the middle.

"There's no clock, no wires to cut?"

The question drew everyone's eyes to Schwarzen's face, and they all stared at the muscular man with disdain.

"What are you looking at?" the former governor was a little weak-hearted, "Am I not right?"

The bald old man looked at him and said, "Yes." There should be a ticking red LCD screen to remind the audience of how many seconds there is left, and here, there should be a red and a blue line, so let's discuss which one to cut. Eventually, when the time came, I had to cut it with my eyes closed - success! The timer stopped at the last second......"

"That's right!" Schwarzen cocked his thumbs up.

"Roll the calf-" The old man in sunglasses was unceremoniously.

Baldness is more euphemistic, "Do you think that the plot that happens in Hollywood must be the same as the movie? Young man, next time you go to the gym, don't forget to make a spa for your brain." ”

"There's no such mess in the gym...... Schwarzen muttered as he walked away.

The old men and old ladies continue to bow their heads and study the nuclear bomb.

"It is said that when the Soviet Union collapsed, there were 132 suitcase-type nuclear devices scattered on the black market, and I suspect this is one of them. An old man with an unlit pipe in his mouth analyzed.

"That's right, look here, there's also ...... in Russian," someone added, pointing to the corner of the box.

"Oh buy a gar, what an antique. Almost as old as us—" Everyone laughed when they heard this.

The room is full of spring breeze, like the scene of regular leisure activities in a nursing home, without any suffocating sense of danger.

"The products of Russia are not very strict, will there be radioactive leakage?" a fat old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses expressed concern.

"What, you want to live another fifty years?" everyone laughed again, and the atmosphere became more and more relaxed.

"Who has a vice? a bottle driver will do—" The old man in sunglasses had been pondering intently, and then he looked up and shouted.

"These things you want are really high-end!" Bald was the least likely to deal with him, refusing to miss any opportunity to tease. "Take your heels, we're still waiting to admire your jade feet—"

Whoosh, a large leather shoe was thrown! with the aftermath of anger and the slight smell of foot moss.

Seeing that the war of words is about to escalate into a martial fight. Tan Youyou suddenly stretched out a hand - "What is this?"

She pointed to the bottom of the columnar metal tube, where a small green light flickered faintly, very small, hidden in the crack that held the nesting bolt in place.

"Wireless receiver!" the pipe man took his pipe from his mouth for the first time, and gave a firm judgment. "Haha, this is not a timed detonation device, it is remotely detonated. Come on, let's tear it down and throw it away!"

Everyone is eager to try.

But soon, I found that there was no way to start.

"Or we'll break it up. As long as the wafer breaks, it is equivalent to waste. "Only that aerodynamicist is an applied scientist, and the others are high-end theoretical researchers, who are not as good as slum plumbers.

"Knock on what? Except for this lamp, everything else is enclosed inside the metal. I guess this is the only thing the terrorists have contributed to the transformation of this antique. There was absolutely no such small chip that could be implanted in the former Soviet Union. ”

"Then what do you say!?" the denied person was a little anxious.

Tan Youyou interjected again like a needle in the sea, "What material is the most effective way to block wireless signals?"

"Hmm......" Bald scratched his head, "I have to ask Mendel about this, he is a master of materials science." He gestured to the thin old man in the corner.

The old man didn't look at them either, and began to mutter, "Ferroalloys are the best shielding materials, manganese-based alloys, molybdenum alloys, silicon-based alloys, nickel-based alloys, vanadium-based alloys, tungsten alloys...... In short, all metals that can conduct electricity can effectively reflect radio signals. ”

"Waste of time!" the old man in sunglasses gave a fierce comment, and immediately stood up and spun around, pointing to the corner of the dressing room, "Those large and small boxes - what kind of materials are they?"

Eighth Brother Lin stepped forward quickly, grabbed two of them and looked at them again, "They are all aluminum alloys, theater vanity boxes, moisture-proof and anti-static, and very well sealed." Approximately...... Available in six different sizes. Which one do we use?"

"All!" the old man in sunglasses jumped to his feet excitedly, "Put the nuclear bombs in the innermost part and put them up one by one, like a Russian matryoshka doll!

......

In the sky, the four unmanned planes ran out of bullets and began to return from the circling state, and the four planes of the second echelon had already roared in, ready to take over the suppression of firepower.

"Ghee, can you start a magnetic storm—" Roasted Naan shouted at the staircase, taking advantage of the brief silence.

"No, you fool. An early magnetic storm will disable all electronic facilities, including drones, but also wireless receivers in suitcases! I'll just detonate the little mushrooms! Are you ready?"

Ghee took out an all-steel handle from his bosom, smashed the glass shield in the corner of the wall, revealing the closed button-type button, decisively put on his index finger, and shouted, "Glory to my lord-" and pressed it hard!

Almost at the same time, the last huge aluminum alloy box in the dressing room was slammed shut, and Schwarzen patted the dust on his hands, "Big and small, prop boxes and makeup boxes, a total of eleven layers!"

The tightly closed upper eyelid was full of wrinkles, twitching in tension, and after five unbearable seconds, nothing happened, and the new drone outside had begun a second round of machine-gun fire.

"Damn!" Ghee opened his eyes, convinced that he was still alive, and immediately frantically pressed the remote start button of the nuclear bomb a dozen times in a row, but nothing happened......