Chapter 294
You Hit My Heart
Just when Luther was at his witsâ end.
Joyce suddenly spoke up, her voice sounding extraordinarily clear and
pleasant in the silent mountain forest.
"Do you have scissors?" Compared to him, she looked much calmer.
"Yes." Luther hurriedly took out a multifunctional Swiss Army knife from
his bag, with which they could have various knives, screwdrivers,
tweezers, and scissors.
âI need your help. I'll shine the flashlight, and you do what I tell you."
Joyce took the flashlight from him, took a deep breath, and instructed.
âYou know how to remove a bomb?" Luther was shocked again, how
much more could Joyce do that he didn't know about? It was so
surprising.
"People who like to play with firearms are mostly good at getting rid of a
bomb. Nothing strange.â Joyce tried to stay calm. In fact, she wasnât so
sure about that, but by no means should they just sit and wait for their
death, "but this ultra-thin type time bomb looks quite sophisticated. I
have never seen one myself, and it is not like the domestic."
"Can't the belt be unbuckled?" Luther asked anxiously.
"If I remember correctly, I heard that there is a kind of time bomb that is
strapped to the body, and once activated, would be dependent on
temperature control. As long as the belt is untied and body temperature
is not sensed, the bomb will explode instantly. So you should never cut
the belt. See here? First cut here, inside is the wiring." Joyce shined a
flashlight at her waist and pointed to a protrusion, "Only cut the canvas,
never cut to the line inside.â
"Good."
Luther carefully along the edges. He cut the canvas carefully, even if
his hands were now full of sweat. He tried to keep it cool, cut carefully
little by little, and finally exposed the complex wiring inside.
The intricate wiring, and the integrated circuits, were completely
beyond his understanding.
Time ticked away second by second.
Joyce shone a flashlight, looked closely at the wiring, and said, "First
cut this golden wire."
Luther did as she said, his hands could not help but shake, and his
forehead could not stop the dripping beads of sweat.
Joyce gently held his hand, stopping his trembling and passing on her
warmth, like she was comforting him.
Luther calmed down a lot.
A cut went down and nothing happened.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately after, Joyce plucked the golden wire to reveal the second
layer of wiring, and after a closer look, added, "Remove this piece of
IC."
Luther did as he was told, and with a gentle pry of the driver, the IC
module was easily removed.
"Now this whole board can be removed. Don't worry, every step I'm
talking about now is safe and will never trigger the bomb." Joyce simply
took matters into her own hands and removed the entire wire board.
At this point, the third level of the line was fully exposed.
âThis is the last layer." Joyce narrowed her eyes, and her heart hung in
the air with a vague sense of bad foreboding. The situation inside was
more complicated than she had imagined.
"What's next, what's to be done?" Luther looked nervously into Joyce's
bright eyes.
âFinally, you need to strip this white coil. You first gently scratch it with a
knife and then peel off the outer rubber coating. Look inside, are there
three wires, one blue, one red, and one all copper bare wire?"
The display was still counting down brutally, and they now had less
than ten minutes left.
Luther wiped away the sweat on his forehead. In fact, his entire back
was soaked with sweat. His Swiss Army knife was sharp, so he gently
slashed the coil, carefully peeled off the coating, and saw what Joyce
said.