Zhang Shidong stood at the door of the courtyard, frowned and looked at the armed lineup nearby, shook his head, and signaled Lin Ziqiang to withdraw everyone, especially those bulky figures wearing explosion-proof suits, who were careful to get close to Ai Ai's room. Several bomb disposal experts kept discussing in the corridor on the second floor.

There is no timing, no restrictions, only silk threads as dense as spider webs.

In nearly two hours, experts have not really removed a single wire.

Zhang Shidong looked at Ai Yuejin first, frowned, and a wisp of true energy flowed into his body. Two minutes later, he spoke with a serious expression: "Prepare a hot towel, Secretary Ai's wife, don't cry, put the bath water, and prepare warm food."

I stood up, looked at the dozen people gathered in the house, and waved at the virus: "I only realized now that there are so many people in this world who are not afraid of death. They all go out and are blocked here and do not feel hot. There are also those experts, don't study it anymore. You can't finish this research meeting for three days."

Zhang Shidong's attitude was a little angered. A middle-aged man in his forties in his Zhongshan suit stood up: "Which unit is you from? Are you from the provincial department? Why is this attitude? Do you know what the situation is now? Do you know which leader is waiting for rescue? Is there a little mistake? Can you afford it? Which leader is your leader? Call him over to me."

Zhang Shidong looked at him squintly, why are there always some self-righteous people?

"Or why, you come?"

Zhang Shidong used just one action to make the other party's speech stagnate, and he was about to change the topic and say something else. The words from Zhang Shidong first came forward: "Oh, yes, if you can't stand here long ago. Tell me about you, why don't you retreat aside quickly? If something happened to Secretary Ai, you will be guilty of being unfavorable. Do you still want to be promoted in the future?"

"You... are so arrogant!" pointed at Zhang Shidong, Zhongshan's upper and lower teeth trembled, and finally two words popped up.

Zhang Shidong was too lazy to pay attention to him. He waved at Lin Ziqiang: "Which department of this turtle grandson? Can you let him get rid of it? There is a thunder formation that can razed the place to the ground? I don't want my ears to be stimulated and happy, so that he will disappear in front of me in an instant. Mom, no one nearby has a belt not tied tightly?" He shook his head and completely ignored the Zhongshan outfit. The sharp and vicious words made it difficult for anyone to accept.

"Why are you cursing?" Zhongshan pretended to be angry and angry. He still heard the threat in Zhang Shidong's words, and he couldn't bear it. He had to say a harsh word and leave.

Lin Ziqiang pulled Zhang Shidong, who was still ready to continue: "Saving people is important. This is the director of the Secret Service. He has great power. It is said that he will be coming to Beijing soon, so why bother offending him?"

Zhang Shidong said indifferently: "Silly x, you are always stupid x."

The person wearing explosion-proof suit wanted to equip Zhang Shidong, but he shook his head and refused, but he pulled a dagger out of them. Then he waved his hand to signal them to leave immediately. I believe that if it weren't for the provincial party secretary's home, no one would have risked his life to stay here. He would have forced everyone here to evacuate.

Power is always the most worthy thing in the world.

The fear of life being coerced cannot make them retreat. Zhang Shidong's seemingly unreasonable request made many people breathe a sigh of relief, but on the surface, they would also show a look of regret that they could not help, so as not to be worried about the life and death of Secretary Ai and his daughter.

Ai Ai was frightened. She was weak at this moment. She still couldn't forget what happened in the morning. On the third day of the Chinese New Year, the family of three who had only stayed in the stable for two days returned to Beihai. When her mother gave her babysitter a vacation, she saw that there were fresh vegetables going out to buy vegetables in the market. Her father was reading information in the study and waiting for the secretary and driver to pick him up. Ai Ai was also preparing to take a shower and clean up her way out to find news materials for the New Year.

At this moment, everything happened. Ai Ai fainted. When she woke up, she saw the bomb on her body and saw the dense silk threads in the house. The more the psychological expert at the door comforted her, the more she felt panicked. It was not for herself, but until now her father had not come. She was worried that something had happened to her father. After asking again and again, she knew what happened to her father. At this moment, she was no longer afraid. A plot came to her mind. Every little girl had watched fairy tales when she was young. Whenever the beautiful princess encountered danger, a prince riding a white horse would appear.

Where is your own prince charming?

He is spending the New Year in the county below, can't he come back, right?

He can't do anything like this, right?

While thinking about it, Ai Ai calmed down. Looking at the whispering of the experts and the repeated remarks of bomb disposal experts, Ai Ai felt that she was at a disadvantage. She had never had a passionate love, and had to face death. If she had a chance, she must have a passionate love that did not consider the result.

"Hey, beauty, are you asleep?"

Ai Ai felt that she was dreaming, but she didn't react to what happened for a moment.

"How much do I admire you? You will be blown to pieces soon. I can still be so calm."

Ai Ai then made sure that his eyes were not blurred. The man standing at the door and leaning against the door frame was the prince charming he was looking forward to. He really came.

"Why are you here?" Ai asked suppressed his excitement and expectation.

"There is no way. A capable person is tired. Even the New Year will not make people calm down. He has to run out to save people." Zhang Shidong spread his hands, as if he was chatting nonsense with Ai, but in fact his eyes were already looking at the silk threads in the house, and a special picture appeared in his mind.

"Tsk, you are so happy to have a beautiful woman with you. Have our great talented women shocked your family?" Ai and Su Xixi said that it was a bit wrong. It should be said that the two of them were in Yanjing, each with their own small circle, and each with their own suitors. When they appear in the same sincerity, they will feel like friends, but in fact they have never been close to them even a millimeter in their bones. This is not arrogance, but a sense of crisis that is born with biological instinct. As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and excellent women are even less likely to become friends. You can see two excellent men as friends, and two women who cannot distinguish between superiors and inferiors will never be friends. When you see those female best friends who are so good as one person, they must be strong and weak.

Ai Ai's words are inevitably a bit of sour vinegar. Zhang Shidong wisely chose to pretend to be stupid at this time. Since he could not resist the temptation of the flower-hearted radish, he could only bury the passionate seeds in his heart, each one, and buried them in different places.

"Dangerous, you'd better leave, no experts can do it." After Ai Ai was jealous for a while, he immediately became concerned about Zhang Shidong's situation.

"If I don't go in and save you, the white horse you are looking forward to will never come." Zhang Shidong took a step forward, waved the dagger in his hand, and cut a thread. Two bomb disposal experts behind him who refused to leave looked at this scene in the mask of the protective suit, and his heart stopped beating suddenly. This guy was just a madman, and he had never seen any minefield hero in this state.

Swish swish swish swish!

Five silk threads were cut in succession, Zhang Shidong raised his left hand, and two silver lights flew out of his hand, inserted them at the position after the wire was broken, accurately pressing the broken silk thread into the wall, controlling a certain part of the silk thread still maintained its previous tightness.

Zhang Shidong's lightning removal skills are not the best. It can be combined with his super stable mind and hands, and his martial arts silver needles, so that he can dare to break the various thunder formations set up by world-class lightning masters.

Zhang Shidong once saw this kind of mine-bracing technique. The price paid for this was the life of the bomb disposal expert who was seconded to disposal in the mission. During the mission, the bomb disposal expert was killed. Zhang Shidong replaced the other party's position, broke through the thorns all the way, and opened up a channel to complete the task on the battlefield. Every step was to gamble with life. Zhang Shidong succeeded, so he is today.

During the process of removing the mine, he also had a skill that no one had. The golden needle would become a weapon in his hand, turning the thunder into a pile of gunpowder and a pile of parts. This technique that only exists in the experimental stage, Zhang Shidong simplified it, and made those thunders that were transformed and arranged and could not be cracked, like a girl stripped of clothes in front of him, no longer had a sense of mystery.

The true energy stabilizes the thunder, cuts the golden needle and removes the thunder.

Thunders became completely scraps, at best, an upgraded version of the filial toy cannon throwing. Zhang Shidong slowly approached Ai Ai. At this time, his image in Ai Ai's heart was extremely tall, completely conquered by him. In this room, he was a god.

Finally, in front of Ai Ai and under the chair under her, there were two huge homemade bundled bags. Zhang Shidong lay gently under Ai Ai, listening to the sound inside, a ray of true energy entered the stable internal structure, and those strange triggering methods that were so strange that no one could crack were mysterious in front of Zhang Shidong.

The consumption of true qi gradually caused sweat beads to appear on his forehead, and his skin and clothes began to have seamless close contact, using wet sweat stains as attachments.

When it was about to be taken apart, Zhang Shidong's eyes suddenly froze, and the sweat beads on his forehead fell. One hand was placed on the thunder that was about to be removed. He half squatted on the ground, half of his arm rested on Ai Ai's legs, and his hand was holding the golden needle on the homemade bag tied to her chest, which also released his true energy. The golden needle and that hand showed a miracle under Ai Ai's nose.

Finally, Zhang Shidong lay on the ground, and the thunder was in conjunction with each other. It should be demolished by two people at the same time. Only Zhang Shidong, a pervert who possesses mysterious skills, can be demolished.
Chapter completed!