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Volume 3: Shandong Thief Chapter 161: Countdown to Terror

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    The third child looked at Xiang Beifeng's shaky look and punched him directly in the face. Xiang Beifeng's handsome face suddenly turned bloody.  The third child didn't talk nonsense to him, just picked him up and threw him to the ground. He pulled him up by his calf, and punched the bone in front of his calf. There was a click, and the bone was probably broken.  The third child threw him to the ground again and stomped on his chest. Xiang Beifeng was hit hard in the chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.  The third child took out a rope from his backpack and tied him up smoothly. The rope was a military tying rope, and he would never be able to break free.  After doing all this, Lao San took out another c4 from his backpack. Seeing this scene, Xiang Beifeng immediately showed a horrified expression on his face.  All his reason and determination disappeared, and he was extremely shocked and said: "What are you going to do?" Lao San remained dumb and didn't speak. He tied c4 to Xiang Beifeng's chest, then found a switch and turned on the electronics on c4.  The clock opened, and a number 7.00 appeared on it, counting down to the bomb.  Xiang Beifeng took a breath of air. After Lao San finished all this, he went to the door to find the electric switch of the apartment and pulled it down. All the communication equipment in the whole house was unusable. He then turned all the communication equipment to Beifeng.  He found all the mobile phones and threw them into the toilet and flushed them away. He also obtained tape and wrapped Xiang Beifeng's mouth three times.  After all this was done, the third child gave a silly smile and said: "I am a fool, and I like to do stupid things the most." After saying that, the third child left Xiang Beifeng's home, and finally stayed in the keyhole.  There's a little mud in it.  Lao San went straight to the Municipal Public Security Bureau and surrendered.  The little policeman on duty at the Public Security Bureau was so frightened that he looked at the legendary murderer with a simple and honest smile. He couldn't believe that this was the third child. He went to compare the file photos and then he dared to believe that this was the third child.  He immediately handcuffed the third child and threw him into the cell with the thickest walls, fearing that the third child would accidentally turn into a werewolf on a moonlit night and attack the entire police station.  The news of Lao San¡¯s arrest spread like wildfire, spreading throughout Shanghai almost at the same time.  Everyone was shocked, thinking how could such a cunning, vicious, sinister and vicious criminal surrender himself?  You know, he has killed more people than he can count on both hands, and he will not escape death even if he surrenders.  Conscience?  impossible.  At this time, no one thought about the north wind.  Little did he know that Lao San had just swept through his apartment, and there was a bomb with a seven-hour countdown on him.  Xiang Beifeng lay on the ground, squirming back and forth, trying to shake the bomb off, but he saw a few small words written on the bomb, please do not shake it.  Xiang Beifeng took a breath of air and stayed where he was, not daring to move.  The wound on his chest was still painful, but the deterrent effect of the bomb on his chest made him covered with sweat. The feeling of being close to death made him on the verge of suffocation. All his wisdom and identity were gone.  This feeling made him feel hopeless.  He tried hard to break free from the rope around his wrist, but found that it was in vain.  He has never encountered such a situation. He has always been a proud man in his life.  Whether he was in school or on Wall Street, he was always the brightest focus in the crowd.  Xiang Beifeng gasped for breath and lay on the ground, sweat dripping down his face layer by layer. It was summer now, the power supply in his room was cut off, all cooling equipment stopped working, and the clock on his chest beat loudly.  , all stimulating his sweat glands.  When the clock turned to 6.00, Xiang Beifeng gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.  When the clock turned to 5.00, Xiang Beifeng jumped to the door and tried to bite the door lock with his teeth, but found that the door lock had been filled with soil.  When the clock turned to 4.00, Xiang Beifeng fell down on the bathroom floor and tried to use his mouth to lift the phone that was soaked in water in the toilet. After biting it, all the waterproof phones were soaked in water and none of them could be opened.  When the clock turned to 3.00, Xiang Beifeng was lying on the ground. Looking back on his life, he regretted it for the first time in his life.  When the clock turned to 2.00, Xiang Beifeng stood in front of the window and wanted to jump off, but this was the twentieth floor.  When the clock turned to 1.00, this proud man burst into tears in the room.  Life, when you really face death, all wealth and status become a thing of the past. Human nature is actually very despicable and not noble.  The moment that best expresses a person's quality is when facing death.  A man would rather die than surrender, that's the way the earth is.  Obviously, Xiang Beifeng was not a man. He stood in front of the window, shouting, yelling, and crying in vain.  It is already 6:30 in the morning. When the morning news starts at 7:30, the bomb on his chest will explode. By then, he, and even this floor, will be blown to pieces.  He could imagine the scene when the police came to the door and looked at the corpses on the floor, arms in the living room, thighs in the bathroom, and heads in the balcony.  This scene made Xiang Beifeng scream, "?Roared.  "It's a pity that all this is of no help, the bomb is still counting down slowly.  When the clock reached 0.30, Shen Guoqiang called Xiang Beifeng¡¯s secret mobile phone three times, but all were turned off.  At this time, Shen Guoqiang immediately notified the newly appointed public security director and asked him to arrange for people to visit Xiang Beifeng's three residences.  Xiang Beifeng had a mobile phone specially used for communicating with Shen Guoqiang. This mobile phone was not turned off for 24 hours a day. Now that it was turned off and the third child surrendered, the shrewd Shen Guoqiang immediately realized that there might be something fishy going on.  When the clock reached 0.10, three policemen came to his home and knocked on the door. Hearing the knock on the door, Xiang Beifeng was overjoyed, as if he had suddenly received a shot of cardiotonic. He was so excited that he peed.  A crotch.  He shouted: "Open the door quickly, open the door quickly, there is a bomb on me, save me, there are still ten minutes." The three policemen were shocked and immediately prepared to open the door, but the door lock had been damaged and they could not push it open at all.  The police gathered together and asked the property management company to bring a chainsaw to cut open the door, which was worth 50,000 yuan. After the door was opened, the number on Xiang Beifeng's chest changed to 0.05. He called  He asked the three policemen to remove the bomb from his chest, but the three policemen only took a quick look and discovered that there was a thin wire connecting the bomb and Xiang Beifeng's body. As long as this wire was removed,  It will set off a bomb.  Fear, tears, humiliation, everything came together in Xiang Beifeng's mind. Several policemen were also frightened, with dark faces and even two legs trembling.  What should I do? Do I really want to be buried here?  Cold, bone-chilling cold.  When the bomb jumps to 0.01, what should he do?
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