Chapter 780

This "safe space" is of no use.

Lord Zhuang demolitions by strength

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"Whoa."

Li Jianuo woke up like a dream, recovered and breathed out a long breath.

Then, as soon as his legs softened, he only felt that a string in his heart loosened, and his body slipped down uncontrollably.

"Ah."

Zhuang Shikai hurried forward to hold his arms, held him with his arms, looked at him and said with a smile: "young boy, you can't!"

"Empty..."

At this moment, he took out another hand and gestured back.

"Come on

"Come on, come on!"

Cai Yuanqi quickly ordered.

"Wow!" A group of staff from the dangerous goods handling section quickly came forward with tools.

Someone unloaded Li Jianuo's bulletproof vest, someone scanned explosives with a scanner, and someone loaded the "explosion-proof barrel" into the bomb vest

A group of medical staff also came to the rescue. The scene of the explosion, which was quiet and heavy, became busy.

But being busy represents vitality.

"Hoo."

"Succeeded!"

"Director Zhuang has finished the bomb!"

At the scene, many police officers unloaded their heavy burden and admired them.

In front of the TV, big bosses, small citizens and all living beings on Hong Kong Island.

Their faces were all beaming.

Many people applauded it!

Only on Taiping mountain, several ghost guys were disappointed and very depressed. They felt that they had missed an opportunity.

Don't mention them for the time being.

frontline.

Li Jianuo adjusted his state, wiped the sweat from his forehead and thanked the officer.

"Director Zhuang."

"Thank you!"

Li Jianuo moved his mouth.

Hesitate for a moment.

He said, "my life is yours."

"Tut."

Zhuang Shikai hissed.

"Ha ha ha."

Nearby, several inspectors, staff members and medical staff of the dangerous goods disposal section laughed.

"What do you say?"

"The lives of 30000 Chinese police officers in Hong Kong are mine, including you."

"Otherwise, why should I try my best to save you?"

Zhuang Shikai patted him on the shoulder.

He laughed loudly.

Li Jianuo nodded heavily, as if he was proud that his life belonged to Zhuang sir. It was also as if Zhang zaishan was holding a flashlight, wearing a headset, pedaling the pipe wall with his feet and supporting his body on the other side.

The left and right hands each took a pair of pliers and a detector and carefully checked the line.

"Shit, this bomb has a remote control!"

"It will take at least ten days to decorate! The other party has long been premeditated! "

Zhang zaishan couldn't help scolding.

"Click."

Then he took out his cell phone and took a picture of the bomb.

"How long will it take?"

Zhuang Shikai asked.

"Five minutes."

"Three minutes."

"Two and a half!"

Three different answers came from the headset.

"Then I'll give you five minutes!" Zhuang Shikai finished his speech in a deep voice. He immediately took out his watch in his sleeve and pinched the time: "four minutes and fifty-nine seconds!"