Super Manufacturing Force

Jingyuan Cafe is less than 50 meters away from the gate of Dongjiang People's Park. The two walked out of the gate of the park and came to the gate of the cafe within a few steps.

At this time, the agents of the General Staff had already deployed control around, and the two of them opened the door and walked in, only to see that there were only a few scattered customers in the coffee shop.

After all, it's still morning, so there won't be many people drinking coffee.

The two looked at the guests, and Zhong Zheng suddenly raised his chin at a middle-aged man in a suit: "It's him, be careful, in case he has a weapon!"

"Hey, don't worry, even if he has a weapon, he can't hurt me!" Zhao Xu smiled confidently.

"That's right, I almost forgot, you have a lot of weird stuff on you, instead of worrying about you, I'd better care about my own safety!"

Zhong Zheng snorted a little unhappy, but he almost forgot that the guy next to him had twice treated the agents he sent as a display vase.

Zhao Xu scratched his head with a smirk, and the two of them walked over, sat down gently opposite the man in the suit, looked around a little, and found that this man was ordinary-looking, and he belonged to the type that was thrown into the crowd and never found again.

But what's strange is that the coffee shop is obviously air-conditioned and it's not very hot, but this man is sweating profusely, and even his body is trembling unconsciously.

"Is this guy scared because he knew he was exposed?" Zhao Xu thought to himself, he smiled and asked, "Mr. Mi, we finally meet!"

"Who... who is Mr. Mi? Who are you?" the man stammered and asked.

"No need to pretend!" Zhong Zheng frowned, and said in a deep voice: "You are an expert, you should be very clear, since we appeared here, you can't escape today!"

The man was about to cry: "What am I pretending to be? I don't understand what you're saying. I'm just an ordinary white-collar worker who just sneaked out of the company to have a cup of coffee. Do you need to hurt me like this?"

This made Zhao Xu and Zhong Zheng confused. This Mr. Mi could be regarded as a cunning and cunning spy, and his psychological quality should be quite strong.

Even if he knew that he was going to be exposed, he wouldn't be scared to death, but looking at this man, he almost peed his pants!

"No!" Zhong Zheng's expression changed suddenly, and he asked the man solemnly, "When did you sit here?"

"Just...just three minutes ago!" The man tremblingly answered.

"Three minutes?" Zhong Zheng's face was ugly: "Our signal records show that the wireless signal has been here for at least 20 minutes, how could you be sitting here three minutes ago, unless...you are really not Mr. Mi? "

Zhao Xu's eyes widened: "Old Zhong, you mean Mr. Mi has already run away?"

Zhong Zheng nodded: "It should be not long since he left. I think he may have realized that he might be exposed, so he fled in a hurry!"

"How did he know that he was going to be exposed?" Zhao Xu felt very strange.

"There is only one possibility!" Zhong Zheng frowned tightly: "That is my colleagues who are under surveillance outside, who have been seen through their identities!"

This means that the acting skills of the spies deployed outside are too poor, so they are cheating?

Zhao Xu turned his head and looked out through the glass of the coffee shop, but he couldn't tell who was the agent: "The acting skills are not bad! Why can't I see the flaws? Is this the difference between professional and amateur?"

At this time,

The man in the suit said with a mournful face: "Two big brothers, I beg you to stop playing tricks on me. Even if you want to engage in terrorist activities, don't come to harm me!"

"Terrorist activities?" Zhong Zheng asked in surprise, "What are you talking about?"

"It's not a terrorist activity, what are you doing with the bomb?"

"Bomb?" Zhao Xu almost called out.

The muscles of Zhong Zheng's whole body tensed instantly: "Where is the bomb?"

"It's right under my seat!"

The man in the suit felt quite sad: "As soon as I came in and sat down, a person behind me said that there was a sensor bomb under my seat. As long as I stood up, the sensor device would detonate the bomb immediately. I...I don't want to Die!"

Zhong Zheng and Zhao Xu looked at each other, and quickly lowered their heads to check. Sure enough, there was a black leather suitcase under the seat of the man in Xizhuan.

Zhao Xu mobilized his manufacturing energy almost instantly, scanned the suitcase, and found a bunch of electronic circuits inside, connected to several packs of square-shaped C4 plastic bombs.

"Damn it, do you want to play it so hard? It's crazy, how many people will die if this blows up?"

Zhao Xu's eyelids jumped wildly, and he quickly manipulated the original energy to quietly block the lines connecting the explosives, so that even if the sensing device sensed that the man in the suit left, the bomb would not be detonated.

"Phew!" Zhao Xu heaved a sigh of relief. He just thought it would be more exciting to play a cameo role as an agent, but he didn't want to die before he was successful.

At this time, Zhong Zheng tilted his head slightly, and said to a button communicator on his collar: "Maoyan, there is a bomb here, call the bomb disposal team!"

When the man in the suit heard it, he suddenly realized: "Aren't you terrorists?" He watched the TV, and the name bomb disposal team seemed to be used by official government departments.

"Yes, we are secret agents. Have you heard of Longzu?" Zhao Xu said with a smile.

"We really have dragon groups in China?" the man in the suit exclaimed in surprise. This guy seems to have read too many novels.

Zhong Zheng couldn't laugh or cry, this kid didn't find time to joke, he shook his head and said: "Don't listen to his novels, we are the special agents of the General Staff, not some dragon group!"

The man in the suit burst into tears, and looked at Zhao Xu resentfully: "Brother, you are not kind, I am about to be blown to death, are you still in the mood to joke?"

Zhao Xu touched his nose in embarrassment. It's hard to explain this. After all, only he knows that the bomb is no longer a threat. This feeling of being sober when everyone is drunk is really... so cool!

Zhong Zheng comforted the man in the suit: "Don't be afraid, I have already called the bomb disposal team to come over as soon as possible, don't worry, my colleagues are very professional, I guarantee you will be fine!"

"Hey... I hope so!" The man in the suit obviously didn't have much confidence.

"Actually, there's no need to call the bomb disposal team over. I can take care of this bomb!" Zhao Xu stood up carelessly, squatted down next to the seat of the man in the suit, and reached for the suitcase.

"Zhao Xu, what are you doing, don't move around!" Zhong Zheng became nervous all of a sudden. He felt that Zhao Xu must have a big heart, and he dared to touch the bomb casually.

The man in the suit was even more frightened: "Brother...don't act recklessly, brother. If this bomb is triggered, we will all be finished. If you want to die, don't kill us!"

"Who wants to die, I still want to marry a wife alive!"

Zhao Xu rolled his eyes, took out a black button from his pocket, and stuck it directly on the suitcase: "Didn't you say it was a sensor bomb? Actually, it's not difficult to solve it. Seeing this black button Button? This is actually a signal simulator, which can simulate various information of human beings, including body temperature, smell, etc., and has deceived the sensor device of the bomb. Now I stick it on the bomb, and you can leave safely !"

The so-called signal simulator was, of course, nonsense. Zhao Xu was just trying to comfort the man in the suit.

This man looked like he was about to collapse. After all, anyone sitting on the bomb would be terrified. He was really afraid that this man would not be killed by the bomb, but would be scared to death instead.