My last name is Stark after I changed my job to become a female musketeer?

Chapter 562: Do you believe me when I say this is not mine?

Old K professionals who often play 7355608 must know that the C4 plastic bomb is a music box starter widely used in sand and rice garbage and electric shock towns, and its explosive power is very terrifying.

At the same weight, the explosive yield of C4 explosive is 1.34 times that of TNT explosive. Coupled with its characteristics that it is not easily detected by X-ray equipment and its interesting super plasticity like plasticine, this highly efficient explosive It can be said that it is loved by bomb fanatics all over the world.

But what many people don't know is that this explosive actually has a completely different side to its appearance.

That is extremely stable, and the stability is reassuring.

C4 plastic explosive can be said to be very safe to use. Even if it encounters an open flame, it will not explode or deflagrate, and will only burn slowly like a piece of alcohol for a picnic.

In addition to using a detonator or a specific electronic fuse to detonate it, any other seemingly reckless operation will not detonate it in front of it.

If necessary, you can even use it as fuel for heating and cooking.

The explosive hidden under the train seat that Melinda and others encountered now used this kind of C4 plastic explosive.

It is currently glued under the seat, and the multiple wires on it are connected to the pressure sensor, signal receiver, speed detector and timed detonation device.

Just by looking at it, Melinda knew how painful it was to take it apart.

The first is the obvious timed detonation device. As a "model worker" who is most likely to exaggerate the tension in all bomb disposal movies, it is the detonation device that Melinda is least worried about at the moment.

Because this thing only has two wires in total, it is the easiest type to remove. Although the countdown seems to be very fast, it is actually not that complicated at all. Melinda can simply remove it with her hands.

Despite the fact that there are less than 5 minutes left on the timer, Melinda has no intention of touching it at the moment, but intends to keep it until the end before dismantling it.

The real danger is actually the other three sensor detonation devices. If any one of these three is taken out alone, its technical content will kill the timer detonation in an instant.

Let’s talk about the signal receiver first. This thing was a big trouble before Fitz shielded the entire train. As we said before, this thing is the thing Melinda is least sure of controlling at the moment.

Because as long as the bomber presses the detonator, the receiver here will immediately activate the electronic fuze after receiving the signal.

Let alone Melinda, even Captain America will be bombed when he comes.

But now Fitz has shielded all the train cars except Car No. 3. Even if the bomber hidden in the crowd smashes the detonator, there is no way he can send out a detonation signal.

As for why Car No. 3 is not also shielded, we have to explain the speed detection device.

One end of the wiring of this thing is currently connected to a signal receiver. Although Melinda is not very sure, she can vaguely guess that this thing detects the speed of the train through satellite positioning information.

Once the satellite signal of the receiver is blocked, Melinda is worried that the speed detector, which has lost its position, will automatically determine that the train's speed is 0, and then...

Bang!

It blew up the whole train.

Therefore, if she wants to remove the signal receiver, Melinda must first remove the electronic fuse of the speed detector to ensure that it is foolproof.

Finally there is the pressure sensor.

This thing is not that complicated. To put it bluntly, its existence is to prevent bomb disposal personnel from directly removing the C4 from the seat.

After all, moving C4 to a low-risk area for active detonation is a feasible method of dismantling it.

And its existence made Melinda have no choice but to give up her plan to move it, and could only lie on the ground and dismantle it.

It is worth mentioning that real bomb disposal is different from CSGO. It does not mean that you can dismantle it by pressing E on C4 or entering 7355608.

Instead, you really need to hold pliers against the pile of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple wires and cut them one by one, and you must not make a mistake in the order.

Otherwise, as mentioned above, if you dismantle the signal receiver before disassembling the speed detector, the final result that greets you will only be GG.

Of course, some people may ask, why not just make the various wires of the bomb the same color? Wouldn't this prevent the police from dismantling the bomb?

However, the truth is actually very simple, that is, although the bomb maniac is crazy, he is not invincible.

The reason why they use different colors to distinguish various wires is not because they don't want to cause more trouble to the police, but simply because they are afraid of not being able to distinguish them.

Bombs are made simple and easy for the police to defuse.

But if it causes trouble, it would be hard for the bombers to pretend...

Therefore, wires of different colors that are easy to distinguish have become an unspoken rule agreed by bomb criminals and bomb disposal teams. The red ones should be cut first, then the red ones, and the black ones should be cut.

The installation is clear and clear, and the removal is natural.

Of course, if your good brother in charge of bomb disposal is color-blind and you can't help, then just pretend I didn't say anything above...

Fortunately, Melinda is not color blind and has very good eyesight.

I saw her holding wire cutters, decisively selecting a yellow wire, and confirming that the part connected to it was the speed detection device. After cutting it, it would not affect other detonating devices, and only heard a soft click...

"Very well, my luck seems pretty good."

After taking a breath, Melinda made a joke in the communication channel, which eased everyone's nervousness.

"I hope your good luck will always favor us..."

Skye's voice cut in. At this moment, she was scanning all the passengers in Car No. 2 with burning eyes.

The expressions of these people all varied, but most of them were filled with fear and worry.

The comfort from the flight attendants didn't seem to have much effect at the moment. Everyone was equal under the bomb. Once it was detonated, everyone present would not be able to escape death.

"Our walkie-talkies are out of action and we can't contact anyone else. Do you have..."

At this time, flight attendant Chris suddenly approached Skye with a very ugly expression on his face.

"We did it. The bomb is equipped with a remote-controlled detonation device. In order to ensure everyone's safety, we have to block all signal frequency bands. If you need anything, you can tell me."

Skye stared at the man in front of her without any unnecessary expression on her face.

Chris felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

"We can't contact the carriage at the rear right now. If something unexpected happens, I'm afraid..."

"You can rest assured that there are our colleagues behind you, and they can maintain order there."

Skye replied with a serious face, then looked away from the other person's face, like a door god, blocking the aisle of Car No. 2, not allowing anyone to pass.

The search for bombers can be left to drones. With their small size, as long as the panicked passengers don't actively attack them, they can nimbly pass over the heads of those people.

What Skye needs to do is to stay here to prevent anyone from running into Car No. 3 and disturbing Melinda who is dismantling the bomb.

Then he waited for Fitz to tell him the information collected by the drone, waiting for the damn bomber to reveal his tricks, and then catch him and beat him up!

…

"What? You said Ward's target is Skye?"

Sif looked at Coulson beside her in disbelief, wondering why she made such an unexpected guess.

"It's not certain yet, but I think it's very likely, otherwise there would be no reason for him to stay on the train."

Coulson walked through the frightened crowd with stern eyes, praying in his heart that his guess was wrong.

"In SHIELD, Skye's special superpower is not a secret at all. Many people think that the reason why Skye's data file is designated as 084 is because of the superpower, but the actual situation is exactly the opposite..."

"you mean……"

Sif's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Indeed, as Coulson said, Sif, as a quasi-newcomer who joined the investigation team after the Nine Realms Overlapping Incident, did not know many SHIELD secrets.

Most of the information about Skye came from the information shared with him by SHIELD, as well as casual chats with the investigation team in their daily lives.

Before that, she did believe that the reason why Skye's information file was designated as 084 was precisely because he acquired superpowers through contact with the 084 obelisk, and was incidentally designated as the same as 084 obelisk by SHIELD. The existence of the same secret as the monument.

However, hearing what Coulson said now, Sif suddenly understood the real key to the matter!

"You mean, the reason why she was designated as 084 is not because she was exposed to 084, but because she is 084 herself?"

Hearing this, Coulson couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Sif, noncommittal.

"084 has always been more than just calibrated items. In fact, in addition to Skye, you and your weapons have also been calibrated to 084 by the bureau."

"My...weapon?"

"The golden holy sword that Leni gave you. When you used it to pierce the Destroyer's defense, we already recognized that this weapon was extraordinary."

Colson said in a deep voice, and then continued to squeeze towards the car in front without looking back.

"So, there has never been only one 084 in the investigation team? Doesn't that mean Leni is the same?"

Sif followed Coulson's footsteps, feeling surprised.

"No, she is different. Her confidentiality level is much higher than yours..."

Coulson did not continue to explain more on this topic. It was pointless to say so much. Project Pegasus is now bankrupt, and the Cosmic Cube has been returned to Asgard. No matter how high the secret is, it cannot be reproduced.

"Actually, I have been worried that Ward's target was you before this. After all, the so-called Asgard gods are obviously more valuable for research than us earthlings."

Coulson made a little joke.

However, Sif couldn't laugh at all.

"We are not guinea pigs..."

"Of course, no offense, but for those Hydras, your thousands of years of life is obviously more attractive to them, isn't it?"

Sif was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to reply.

"However, I still take it for granted. We have searched for so long and still haven't found Ward, which means that his target is not you..."

"But if you say that, wouldn't Skye and the others be in danger?"

"Maybe, so we have to catch the bomber as soon as possible."

Suddenly, Colson's steps stopped, and the expression on his face was a little uncertain.

Not far ahead, I saw a group of drones hovering over a male passenger's head, and a burst of red and blue warning lights lit up.

"What...what does this thing mean?!"

The man saw something suddenly wrong with the people around him looking at him, and he was a little confused, but then he also noticed the abnormality on his head, and his face turned pale for a moment.

"I'm sorry, sir! Please stay where you are and cooperate with our inspection!"

The flight attendant responsible for maintaining order immediately looked nervous and asked the people around him to stay away a little, and then turned to Coulson for help.

Coulson and Coulson had already revealed their identities when they squeezed in just now, not to mention that the former was still holding a pistol high, and the rest of the people present could not tolerate disbelief.

"Wait! It's not me! I don't know anything!"

Noticing the appearance of Colson and Coulson behind him, the man became even more panicked and subconsciously wanted to stay away from Colson and Coulson.

However, his appearance was regarded as a guilty conscience by the surrounding passengers, and for a while the scene seemed to be getting out of control again.

"Sir! Don't worry, we will find out. We will never wrong any good person..."

Coulson said while adjusting the communicator to the public channel.

"Fitz, what's going on?"

It turned out that just now, in order to prevent his conversation with Sif from disturbing Melinda who was dismantling the bomb, Coulson and Sif had adjusted the communicator to the team channel, and now they had switched it back.

"Little O detected a suspicious device in this man's pocket, and initially judged it to be a bomb detonator!"

Fitz frowned, and he did not give a definite answer, because now the signal was blocked, and without access to the detonator, he could not judge whether its signal data matched the signal of the receiver.

"Are you sure?"

Coulson is obviously worried about this too.

"I'm not sure. I'm afraid you have to take it apart and check it."

Fitz is not at the scene right now, so what the drone can do is relatively limited, and Coulson can only count on manual intervention.

"I understand...Sir, I now suspect that you have dangerous items hidden in your pocket. Can you hand it over to me for inspection?"

In order to avoid further arousing the "suspect's" resistance, Coulson simply put away the pistol again and motioned to Sif behind him to keep an eye on the other person, while he slowly stepped forward, pretending to be a good talker.

"Dangerous goods? How is it possible? There is nothing in my pocket except the keys..."

When the "suspect" heard Coulson's shout, he subconsciously touched his pocket. He originally thought he would empty his pocket to prove his innocence, but he didn't expect to touch a foreign object in his hand!

In an instant, the "suspect"'s face turned pale, he stood there blankly and began to tremble unconsciously, unable to speak clearly.

"No, no, no... no way..."

Seeing this guy's appearance, the people around him didn't understand that this was what the FBI had said, and they were all frightened and pushed back a big step.

"Sir, please give it to me."

Colson also realized the seriousness of the matter, and the expression on his face couldn't help but become serious.

But this made the man even more frightened, his legs began to tremble unconsciously, and he was about to cry.

"I... I said, this thing, it's not mine. I, I don't know who put it in my pocket... Would you, would you believe it..."

The man's voice now sounded like he was crying, and he shakily took out the device, which was not much bigger than a lighter, from his pocket.

"Relax, don't make unnecessary movements, leave it to me, the signal here is blocked by us..."

Coulson approached the man slowly, but his body still gave Sif behind him enough room to shoot.

If that man really planned to do something, Sif could immediately pull out a gun to stop him.

The man nodded hurriedly when he heard this, not daring to make any unnecessary movements. He was afraid that he would accidentally touch some switch that he shouldn't touch, and bring the people in the carriage with him into disaster.

Carefully taking the detonator from the man's hand, Coulson checked it carefully and confirmed that it was indeed a detonator and that it was still on.

"Thank you for your cooperation, but now please come to the car in front with us."

Putting away the detonating device, Colson motioned to the flight attendants to help maintain order, and planned to take this person to the No. 4 car in front.

At first, the man was still a little resistant, but after noticing the fear and hatred in the eyes of the others, he was discouraged and allowed Coulson to escort him to the car in front.

He also knew that he might not be able to stay in the original carriage properly. Those looks that seemed to want to eat him really made him a little scared.

At this time, Car No. 4 has been separated into a safe area by the crew in order to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Except for a few arrogant people, the rest of the passengers who originally had seats closer to Car No. 3 have been temporarily moved to the car behind by the flight attendants.

"Melinda, good news, the detonator has been found."

"What about the bad news?"

Melinda stared at the bomb in front of her, which was still counting down, and her frown never relaxed.

"The bad news is that we didn't find the bomber."

Coulson, who had already checked the man's identity, rubbed his brows. He also felt that the current situation was a bit too troublesome.

"Well, as expected..."

However, Melinda was not surprised by this. At this moment, her attention was all focused on the wires in front of her.

"So, Coulson, which do you prefer, red or black?"

Unexpectedly, the other party would ask this at this moment. Coulson was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Mei, this joke is not funny..."