Chapter 7: Make a Move?

  "Mr. Gu, there are only five minutes left now, time is urgent, and it's unlikely that we can dismantle this bomb. The structure of this bomb is too complex, and we can't find the entrance. What should we do?" They were all anxious, studying for half a day, but couldn't find any clues, which made them feel frustrated. However, when they looked at the time on the bomb, every second was passing, and everyone's heart was racing with anxiety, their palms sweating profusely. If they really had to evacuate as Mr. Gu said, the risk was too great, and none of them were willing to take that gamble unless absolutely necessary. This area was in a densely populated district, with residential buildings everywhere, and one small mistake could result in even more deaths. Moreover, they didn't know the full extent of the destructive power of this new type of timed bomb. Beads of sweat kept dripping from their foreheads, making their vision blurry.

  He swept his gaze over the people around him, and even though it was just a casual glance, they all suddenly felt stifled, as if they couldn't breathe. One person stood there, exuding an aura of suppressed power from within, their entire body radiating an air of nobility that was overwhelming. The others held their breath, not daring to make a sound. His face was extremely calm, his pupils black and profound, not making a single move for half a beat, until after a while, he slowly let out a single word: "Wait".

  As they heard his order, everyone's scalp felt numb, watching as the time passed by faster and faster, from five minutes ago to now four minutes and thirty seconds. Everyone was on edge, their hearts racing up to their throats, swallowing hard because of tension, not even having the strength to swallow saliva. Finally, one person couldn't wait any longer and hastily said: "Director Gu, this time... is almost up, when will the bomb disposal expert from the Research Institute arrive?"

  "Yes, Lord Gu, if they don't come soon, we'll be turned into minced meat." Another person's face was a mixture of crying and laughing, his whole body trembling with tension.

  Gu Mo didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the clock's time, from 4 minutes and 30 seconds to now 3 minutes and 30 seconds. His gaze was very focused, his face calm and serene, with no ripples or waves in his eyes. Only when the clock ticked away one second at a time, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. The beautiful long hands on his back had bulging veins, and finally, when the clock struck 3 minutes, a low and pleasant voice sounded: "Begin transfer, I'll take care of the explosion."

  "Gu Shao." The crowd was shocked.

  "Wait." A clear and pleasant voice suddenly remembered, "I think I shouldn't be late, two minutes and ten seconds." After finishing speaking, he walked forward.

  Everyone turned their heads to see a young man in his early twenties approaching, her face was delicate, except for the scar at the corner of her eye, she was indeed a great beauty. However, this is the kind of young whippersnapper that the research institute has sent out, will he do? This is a critical moment that threatens our lives, everyone's heart is racing with anxiety, but now we have to make do with what we have, there's no time to waste. Even if we don't trust her, it can't be helped.

  Gu Méi turned her head, and their eyes met for a second. Zhān Yán walked forward to take a look at the bomb on the ceiling, and she felt a bit more confident in her heart. Since childhood, she had been taught knowledge about guns and ammunition by his father. In a military family, being familiar with various firearms and explosives was the most basic foundation. Then came marksmanship, and finally, the method of disarming bombs. The key to timed bombs lay in the timing device and the triggering device. His circuit was very simple, using a clock to connect the circuit and ignite the explosive to cause an explosion. Disarmament methods: 1. Remove the clock; 2. Cut off the circuit; 3. Take away the explosives. However, the previous one belonged to a more complex category - a rotary short circuit. No matter which part was disarmed, it would lead to a short circuit and cause an explosion. The real main line was protected and hidden, with laser guidance. But that didn't mean there was no way out. Pouting her lips, her hands moved skillfully, her eyes focused intently. At first, the others hadn't held much hope for her, but seeing her so skilled, their rapidly beating hearts calmed down a bit.

  He didn't notice Gu Mo's inquiring gaze on her, his deep eyes were extremely black, like dark obsidian at night. His line of sight paused at her familiar movements, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. The obsidian-like bottom of his eyes was originally a thick layer of coldness that gradually became gentle, and then when he saw the bright red blood seeping out from her left arm, his whole body's aura changed, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

  The clock's time gradually passed from two minutes and ten seconds to two minutes, then to one minute and thirty seconds. Zhan Yan's eyes stared at the clock, her hands moving without stopping, her technique was so skilled that others could hardly see her movements. Only thirty seconds were left when Zhan Yan suddenly said: "Cut this thread short now."

  With a "click", the blue electrical wire snapped, and the time on the clock went from ten seconds to nine, then to one. The sound of "drip, drip, drip" started, and Zhan Yan knew she had succeeded. Her face was pale, and she took a deep breath, still in a daze. Only then did she realize that her left arm hurt terribly, it was numb. Fresh red blood seeped through her white shirt, and her vision went black for a moment, almost falling over. After everyone's excitement had passed, they turned around to see that her arm was stained with a large patch of fresh blood.

  Gu Mo's face was gloomy, with an inexplicable aura of pressure, his eyes deep and complex. The others automatically gave way under his intimidating presence. Before Zhan Yan could react, she found herself in a man's broad chest, the strong masculine scent hitting her in the face. Looking at the pale face before him, his heart tightened, and he directly picked her up and walked out the door.

  Everyone was shocked when they saw Gu Mo Xi carrying someone down, and they forgot to ask the questions they had prepared. They stared blankly as he got into a high-end Jeep and drove further and further away.

  Han Jin's eyes were deep and complex, staring at the car that was leaving in the distance. Then several others came down from upstairs, many reporters swarmed up, asking questions non-stop. When they knew the bomb problem had been solved, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

  Next to him, Wu Xiong was also excited and shouted a few times. He never thought that the young man who looked like he was in his early twenties would have some skills, hidden deep inside! He still can't believe it now. Gu Shangjun is notoriously particular about people approaching him, but just now he actually carried that young man out, it's simply astonishing to see. That young man hopes to meet again someday, as he rarely finds someone who suits his taste.

  As soon as Gu Mo arrived at the hospital, the hospital director personally came over after hearing some news from somewhere. The entire hospital was shocked to know that the director had come for a young man, and immediately arranged her in a high-end single room. The efficiency of the hospital improved significantly, and the director personally helped with the examination. Finally, it was found that she had been shot in the left arm, fortunately not too deep, and surgery would be fine.

  As soon as Gu Mo learned that she had been shot, her whole person was gloomy and oppressive, with an aura of pent-up energy waiting to be unleashed, making people feel a chill run down their spines. When she was sent into the operating room, he stood quietly outside, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and puffed out ring after ring of smoke, which swirled around him in a mesmerizing dance under the reflection of the glass window. His posture was languid, every move unconscious yet exuding an air of superiority that came with years of being at the top, his demeanor elegant to the extreme. Finally, he took one last drag on the cigarette, pinched out the butt between his thumb and index finger, and crushed it underfoot.