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Text Chapter 1946 The bomb that cannot be defused

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    Chang Rong looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "What's wrong?" The middle-aged man came back to his senses and thought about how over the years, he had personally carried out bomb disposal missions hundreds of times without ever missing a beat. He had made numerous contributions and received numerous awards, and had trained a number of  Another batch of bomb disposal talents, known as the fathers of bomb disposal in the autonomous region, must not retreat at this time.  This is not a matter of losing face, but about honor, his own honor and the honor of the entire Xinjiang police force.  Thinking of this, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and asked, "Are there any tools in the car?" "Yes, yes!" Dachang nodded fiercely and looked back, "Brother-in-law, find the tools quickly!" "Oh oh okay  !" The young man's brain was still a little short-circuited. Hearing Dachang's words, he hurriedly bent down and stood up. Then he raised his butt and opened the seat behind him. He took out a metal box full of oil and handed it to the middle-aged man.  Chang Rong hurriedly took it, put it on his lap and opened the tin box without hesitation: "What do you want?" The middle-aged man looked at the dashboard: "Screwdriver!" Chang Rong got five or six different types of screwdrivers in his hand.  Li: "What size is it?" The middle-aged man said nothing. He carefully picked up the bomb and placed it in Dachang's arms. Dachang shivered with fright, and his face instantly turned pale and without any blood.  [s loves reading] The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, this won't affect your driving, and bombs are not that easy to explode!" Dachang stammered: "Butbut theythey said bombs  The locator is installed and can be detonated remotely!" "I know!" The middle-aged man turned around and picked up a screwdriver and said softly while disassembling the instrument panel, "The locator can only locate your location and whether the car is running.  "As long as you don't stop the car, they won't know that I'm dismantling the bomb." After saying that, he grabbed the gap in the dashboard with both hands, and there was a click, and the entire plastic shell of the dashboard was ripped off by him.  The middle-aged man turned around and threw the plastic case of the instrument panel behind him: "Take it!" The young man caught it hurriedly, and the middle-aged man quickly took off the instrument and carefully took out the messy wires, and then again  shocked.  So many lines have been cut and reconnected. Although they look messy, they are as regular as a spider web.  Especially the seven copper wires on the bomb, all of them are cross-connected and then connected to the instrument wires, some are connected to a single wire, and some are connected to more than a dozen wires.  The middle-aged man looked at the line connectors one by one, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.  He knew that in this way of winding wires, one wire after another, no matter how many wires there are, whether it is dozens or hundreds of wires, there is actually only one main wire.  Just find this main wire, and then find the wire connected to the wireless receiver and cut it off together, but it's not that easy.  It's easy to say that the wire connecting the wireless receiver must be one of the seven copper wires.  But the main line is not necessarily certain, because the seven copper wires are all cross-connected, maybe the live wire, maybe the neutral wire, maybe it has nothing to do with these seven copper wires, but one of the car instrument wires.  Sweat flowed down the middle-aged man's face. Time passed by little by little. It was already dawn outside and there were gradually more cars on the road.  No one knew what happened, how could there be such police cars, they all stopped on the roadside to avoid them.  Chang Rong was a little anxious, because there were more and more cars on the road. Once the bomb exploded, not only would they be wiped out, but innocent people would also be injured.  "How about it? Can it be dismantled?"
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