Chapter 744： Get out, I don't want to die

Makoto Mitsui also knows that in recent years, the rapid development of high technology has enabled the rapid development of time bombs.

Various high-tech bombs have also emerged.

In normal training, Makoto Mitsui also took into account that he would encounter more and more high-tech bombs, so he also conducted targeted training.

However, it is precisely because of the targeted training that Makoto Mitsui knows the difficulty of solving the high-tech time bomb.

Making time bombs and dismantling time bombs are inherently opposed.

When making time bombs, producers will try their best to hide the real detonation method inside.

In fact, bomb disposal experts are also trying their best to find out how to actually detonate bombs, but bomb disposal experts stop detonating bombs.

The time bomb is where the two sides compete with each other.

Usually, Makoto Mitsui dismantles a completely unfamiliar time bomb. His best score is 25 minutes. If it is a completely familiar time bomb, this time can be shortened to ten minutes.

The time bomb in front of me has less than ten minutes left.

Not to mention that the time bomb in front of me is a complete unfamiliar time bomb, even if it is a familiar time bomb, the remaining time is not enough for Makoto Mitsui to dismantle.

You can't do it.

Here, in addition to him and a few experts, who can match.

And Makoto Mitsui is the best one among the experts, and all the pressure is on him.

Makoto Mitsui squinted at the time bomb in front of him, and after a while, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It's difficult, too difficult.

Makoto Mitsui took a look at the component assignments inside, and he had never touched it.

"Mitsui-kun, have you ever come into contact with this kind of time bomb? I feel like a brand new time bomb. I have never seen it before." Another fatter expert on the side asked in a condensed voice.

Makoto Mitsui shook his head lightly, "It is indeed a brand-new time bomb, but as long as it is a time bomb, it will never change. We only need to find the correct route and cut it short."

The fat expert nodded in agreement.

Indeed, there are more new types of bombs. Even though they have been working hard to learn new types of bombs, they will always encounter newer bomb types.

Those gangsters won't wait for you to learn before placing bombs.

The method is really simple, but it is not so easy to find the real route from the densely packed routes.

The conversation between the two was broadcast live on the Internet by the Tokyo Daily’s cameras.

Seeing Makoto Mitsui shaking his head, the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.

"What's the matter, Expert Mitsui is shaking his head, can't even Expert Mitsui be able to disarm this time bomb?"

"No, experts Mitsui, come on, you can do it."

"Come on, Mitsui experts, come on."

Regardless of whether the experts can see it, at this moment, the netizens of Neon Country who are concerned about this matter are praying for Makoto Mitsui.

Makoto Mitsui carefully set aside the lines, looking for the most precise location along the lines.

Unfortunately, after some searching, Makoto Mitsui found that all the lines were concentrated at one point, and this one was above the point, with the most rigorous packaging.

Makoto Mitsui had a headache seeing this package, and couldn't help screaming at the person who made this time bomb in his heart.

Scolding scolding, still have to work.

Without opening the package in front of you, it is impossible to determine which line is the one that actually controls the explosion of the time bomb.

ten minutes.

Eight minutes.

five minutes.

Five minutes have passed, and Makoto Mitsui is trapped in front of the package.

This is made of special metal, completely buckled on top.

Maybe the other party didn't think about taking it down when they were encapsulating it.

Think about it, too, a person who can make a time bomb wants to make the bomb explode, so why stop the bomb.

Makoto Mitsui used many methods for this, but still did not find a suitable tool to pry the package open.

Just as Makoto Mitsui was embarrassed, the director received a call.

"Director, all monitoring equipment in the villa has been shut down."

"Well, you are waiting for orders outside, don't come in." The director nodded and ordered.

Putting down the phone, the director walked to the side of Makoto Mitsui and said, "Expert Mitsui, the monitoring equipment in the villa has been turned off just as you ordered. Do you think we can help?"

He can't help with bomb disposal, but he can still help in other aspects.

For example, turn off the monitoring equipment in the villa.

Makoto Mitsui couldn't help but shudder, and the tools in his hand trembled for a while, then recovered, and slowly said: "No, I don't need your help here for the time being. You can comfort them. I need to compare here. Quiet environment."

"Okay, the Mitsui experts, pay more attention, I'm going to appease them." The director nodded.

The surveillance video of the villa is closed, but there is a live broadcast room of the Tokyo Daily.

The other side.

Chen Wuqi looked at the live broadcast room with a faint smile~www.novelhall.com~ Suddenly, Chen Wuqi asked the brother on the side: "How much time is left to reach the Taguchi group?"

"Boss, it will take about five minutes."

"Five minutes, huh, it's just time to watch this wonderful program." Chen Wuqi smiled faintly, and then shifted his mind to the screen in front of him. He also wanted to see the bomb disposal experts of Neon Country. There is no strength to dismantle the time bomb.

Time passed by every minute.

How Makoto Mitsui hopes that time can pass slowly.

With two minutes remaining, Makoto Mitsui finally opened the package that caused him a lot of headaches.

At the moment when he unwrapped the package, Makoto Mitsui seemed to have sublimated.

Soon, it will be dismantled soon.

Thinking of this, Makoto Mitsui's whole body was trembling slightly, this was a trembling of excitement, and the sense of accomplishment of completing a new time bomb.

Makoto Mitsui was excited, but the big guys on the side were not at all excited.

"Director Minefield, are you looking for death? Quickly let your subordinates get out of the way. There are only two minutes left. If you don't leave, it will be too late." I saw a fat man screaming beside the director.

Fatty's words aroused the approval of most people around him.

"There are only two minutes left. I don't want to wait for death here. I said before. In the last two or three minutes, we will let us appear before the release, Director Ida, what do you mean with your men now?"

"If you want to die, you are here waiting to die. I don't want to die with you here. I am now a free man. I can go wherever I want. As the director of the police department, you don’t think about how to save more people. , On the contrary, it’s here to stop us from leaving. What is your mind? Could it be... Are you also an accomplice of that gang of criminals?"