The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

In the lens.

The thick green-painted iron door was kicked out of shape twice and trembled.

It's like an ancient beast has invaded!

"boom!"

Another loud noise.

The sound of the door lock snapping was heard.

The iron door was kicked open violently, smashed against the wall, and broke, causing dust to fall on the ground.

A handsome man wearing a black jacket and transparent glasses, with a cold and fierce aura like a beast, strode in.

He hugged the girl who met him tightly, and they were separated in an instant.

Tang Jiao looked at Xiao Jingchuan with tears on his face, trembling:

"Xiao Jingchuan, I have a bomb on my leg."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Jingchuan had already dropped the backpack behind him and squatted down.

"Jiaojiao, sit down, don't be afraid."

His voice was extremely low and deep, exuding unquestionable reliability.

It seemed that he was not surprised by the bomb at Tang Jiao's feet.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his hand and pressed the sides of his transparent glasses, looking at the bomb on Tang Jiao's leg.

"Can you see clearly? Yes, it can be taken apart."

He didn't know who he was talking to while quickly taking out tools from his backpack.

It took just a few seconds to remove the outer iron shell of the bomb.

A mix of red, yellow, blue and green wires were exposed inside.

Tang Jiao's breathing suddenly became lighter, and she stared closely at the countdown screen above.

7 minutes 48 seconds.

"12 red lines, 12 blue lines, yellow and green lines staggered, arranged in 1, 2, 1 pattern..."

Inside the Jingzhou City Police Station, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at the bomb displayed on the wall screen.

A pair of fingers wearing black half-finger gloves were carefully handling the intricate short lines.

The screen on the other side is the live broadcast interface, with a countdown of 7 minutes and 12 seconds.

In the picture, you can only see the girl sitting with her legs stretched out, and the tall man squatting in front of her, his handsome face stern and solemn.

Although his movements could not be seen, the conversation between the two made everyone confirm that there was indeed a bomb tied to the girl's leg.

The man in black's "death penalty" method is to blow up to death.

The barrages that kept going up could not affect Xiao Jingchuan's movements.

As he combed through it, the inside of the bomb clearly appeared on the police station's screen in real time through the photography glasses.

Two bomb disposal experts who were urgently seconded were talking to Xiao Jingchuan with a calm expression on their headsets.

Qi Dongyang stood behind them tensely, not daring to blink.

With only 4 minutes left, bomb disposal experts finally confirmed the type and structure of the bomb and began remotely commanding Xiao Jingchuan to dismantle the bomb.

Tang Jiao's fingers were cold and trembling slightly.

She kept staring at the countdown that kept jumping down, and spoke with difficulty:

"Xiao Jingchuan...if-"

"No ifs."

Xiao Jingchuan interrupted Tang Jiao without raising his head, "Green line a8 position confirmed."

A mature middle-aged male voice came from the black headset, "First, cut the green wire a8."

Xiao Jingchuan hummed in response, repeated the instruction, took the wire cutters from his backpack and put them into the bomb.

He raised his eyes to look at Tang Jiao, who was pale and had red eyes, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed her.

When he pulled away, the thread had been cut.

The bomb didn't explode, and the countdown continued.

3 minutes 48 seconds.

Tang Jiao pursed his lips, his heart trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

She tried to stay calm and nodded towards Xiao Jingchuan.

"elder sister……"

Mung Doudou, who was ordered not to come in, was wearing Tang Jiao's coat, with fear in his big eyes.

"Children get out."

Xiao Jingchuan didn't even raise his head. According to the instructions in the earphones, he cut two more green wires neatly.

Tang Jiao raised his hand and grabbed a corner of Xiao Jingchuan's jacket, holding it tightly in his scarred palm, and raised his voice and said:

"Doudou, be obedient and go outside. My brother and sister will be out in a moment."

Mung Doudou scratched the door frame, looked at Tang Jiao again with tears in his eyes, and then walked out slowly and obediently.

Tang Jiao lowered his eyes and stared at Xiao Jingchuan's downcast and calm profile, and his heartbeat slowly slowed down strangely.

"I love you."

Resting her chin on her bent knees, she whispered.

"Xiao Jingchuan, I love you."

Xiao Jingchuan cut another blue thread.

He actually laughed in a low voice, with a slight smile on his face covered with thin sweat:

"You keep talking now. Do you want to be lazy and talk less during the wedding?"

Tang Jiao looked at his long, fair and well-jointed hands, which looked so beautiful even when he used pliers to cut wires.

She wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled too:

"At the wedding, I will say it many, many, many times for the whole world to hear."

There is still 1 minute and 09 seconds left in the countdown.

There are 12 wires left in the bomb, and the command speed in the headset is getting slower and slower.

Tang Jiao held his breath.

The hand holding the corner of Xiao Jingchuan's clothes couldn't help but become tighter and tighter, and his whole body became stiff and trembling.

Until the last 30 seconds, the mature male voice came from the headset again.

Xiao Jingchuan also repeated his words, "Cut the red b7."

The pliers got stuck in the red wire.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his eyes and looked at Tang Jiao, who was tense and holding his breath with wide eyes.

He put his left arm around her neck, his big hand on the back of her head and pressed it on his shoulder, "I love you, don't be afraid."

His deep cold eyes stared at the exposed bomb on the girl's leg, and he pressed his palm hard.

"Crack."

Tang Jiao clutched the clothes on Xiao Jingchuan's chest tightly, and his heart trembled heavily.

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes, which were covered with a thin layer of sweat, relaxed, and he breathed out an almost imperceptible trembling breath.

He dropped the pliers and hugged Tang Jiao tightly with both arms.

"Jiaojiao, my baby..."

The countdown in the live broadcast room stopped at the last 30 seconds.

The scene freezes on two people, one in black and one in white, hugging each other tightly.

A few seconds after the bomb was defused, the live broadcast room was shut down.

Audiences in the live broadcast room who had nowhere to go flocked to major platforms, and discussions soared.

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Various hot searches are comparable to a chaotic battle.

Tang Jiao hugged Xiao Jingchuan's waist tightly, crying finally broke out at this moment.

"Xiao Jingchuan... Xiao Jingchuan woo woo woo..."

"I'm so scared. You're really here. Wuwuwuwu..."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were hot, he leaned down and hugged Tang Jiao tightly with trembling arms.

The suffocating pain in the chest brought about by running all the way was only at this moment that he regained consciousness and attacked.

A rapid siren sounded in the distance.

Xiao Jingchuan quickly calmed down his emotions and allowed his pulse to beat, and the boiling blood to rush through his veins.

Tang Ziao in his arms was more effective than any sedative.

But now is not the time to relax.

He held Tang Jiao's tear-stained face, lowered his head and pressed heavily on her lips, touching their foreheads, and whispered:

"Be good, my brother will take you out and remove the iron ring."

Tang Jiao sobbed and nodded, his body still shaking slightly due to excessive tension and not being able to control himself.

Xiao Jingchuan took off his jacket and put it on Tang Jiao with the zipper pulled to the top.

He bent down and lifted Tang Jiao up with both hands.

"Walk."

...Zizzi...

"Is this gone?"