Chapter 136: Guest Starring as a Bomb Disposal Expert

Chen Yu sat cross-legged before the crude time bomb, his expression unnervingly calm.

In the adjacent room, the unlucky burly man was still kicking the door with all his might.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Each thunderous impact was accompanied by his exhausted gasps and desperate curses.

But on Chen Yu’s face, a peculiar look appeared.

Damn it, what kind of so-called desperate situation is this?

If he truly wanted to get out, nothing could be simpler.

His thoughts sank deep into the system’s store in his mind.

That dazzling list of goods now appeared to him as nothing less than an arsenal of divine weapons.

[***18 Pistol (with unlimited ammo magazine): 10 skill points]

[M67 Fragmentation Grenade: 5 skill points]

[RPG-7 Rocket Launcher (with one armor-piercing shell): 50 skill points]

There were even more absurd items.

[T-90 Main Battle Tank (full fuel, three shells): 500 skill points]

Chen Yu’s lips twitched.

He could easily exchange for the *** pistol and fire at the iron door and metal frame until they were nothing but scrap metal.

Or for simplicity’s sake, redeem a grenade and toss it into the corner of the opposite wall.

Boom! Not just the wall—this entire dilapidated shack would fly sky-high.

Alternatively, he could make such a spectacle that Shen Feng would question his own existence.

Redeem a cannon or that tank and fire a shot right at the island’s center.

What damn game? What final showdown? All jokes under absolute firepower.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t do that.

Chen Yu’s eyes darkened.

Winning this way would be far too cheap for that bastard!

If he crushed Shen Feng by exchanging system items, what meaning would it hold?

How could he make that arrogant madman who looked down from above truly taste the despair of falling from the clouds into the mud?

How could he crush, soul-deep, that pitiful pride of his into dust?

Chen Yu’s gaze returned to the small device flickering red before him.

He smiled.

That smile carried both pity and mockery.

Shen Feng, oh Shen Feng, you planned a thousand moves and thought you controlled everything.

But alas, you were always one step behind.

You underestimated me too much!

You thoroughly investigated my past, knew how I escaped the secret room, knew the women around me, knew all my weaknesses.

But how could you have imagined...

That a notorious internet celebrity known for “playing dead,” a folk detective bouncing around variety shows...

Damn it, could defuse bombs?

Chen Yu himself found it ridiculous.

During four years at the police academy, bomb disposal was never even a class.

It was a high-level skill reserved for elite special police units training as bomb disposal experts.

But Shen Feng didn’t know.

He never would.

On the night before Chen Yu’s crossing, at a roadside food stall, among the few brothers who bragged until midnight, one was the prized gem of the city bomb disposal squad.

That night, the guy got drunk, slung his arm around Chen Yu’s neck, boasting breathlessly about the latest bomb he disarmed and mysteriously explained the construction and disarming principles of various improvised explosives.

Chen Yu had only taken it as noise, something heard and forgotten.

But his damned memory etched those knowledge points deep in his mind.

He admitted his skills were at best self-taught and amateurish.

He wouldn’t dare touch those complex, intricate bombs.

But this one before him...

Chen Yu examined the crude device made of several bundles of yellow dynamite, a broken LCD screen, and a few vividly colored wires.

He really could try it.

Looking at the bomb, Chen Yu gave a wry smile.

Perhaps this was fate?

In destiny, Shen Feng was ultimately meant to fall at his hands!

“System, redeem the tools for me.”

[Exchange successful: screwdriver set, insulated pliers with pointed tips, mini wire cutters. Total cost: 3 skill points.]

Three compact tools appeared in Chen Yu’s hands out of thin air.

He inhaled deeply, clearing all distractions from his mind.

The kicking next door persisted but had grown weak.

That burly man was likely reaching his limit.

Chen Yu ignored it, holding his breath and focusing all attention on the small black box before him.

Sweat began to bead finely on his forehead.

His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

To say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie.

This was no movie prop; one mistake and he would truly be blown to shreds.

He picked up the screwdriver and carefully unscrewed the bomb’s casing.

The black plastic shell opened to reveal clearer wiring inside.

Red, yellow, blue, black.

Four wires connected the battery and the detonator.

The LCD countdown had ticked down to “25:13.”

There was still time.

Chen Yu’s eyes fixed intently on the differently colored wires as his mind raced, recalling what the drunken friend had said.

“...Remember, Yu’er, the simplest timed bomb is a single circuit. Power, timer, detonator—one line runs all the way through. Red wire connects to the positive, black to negative, that’s basic knowledge, but there are always idiots who don’t follow the rules...”

“...The key is the timer! It’s the core controlling detonation. So your primary target is always to cut the connection between the timer and the detonator! Not the power wire! If you touch the power, who knows if the bomb maker set a trigger—change the current and boom!”

“...So you must find the wire connected to the timer. Usually blue or yellow. But don’t guess—you must follow the circuit board’s layout...”

Chen Yu’s gaze scanned the tiny circuit board like the most precise scanner.

Sweat trickled down his cheek, dropping onto the cement floor, leaving a small dark stain.

Found it!

The yellow wire connected on one end to the LCD timer’s base and on the other directly to the silver detonator.

This was it!

He picked up the mini wire cutters, aligning the jaws on the yellow wire.

His hand was steady.

Steadier than one would expect from a first-time bomb defuser.

“Click.”

A soft snap.

The yellow wire severed cleanly.

The world seemed to freeze at that moment.

Chen Yu held his breath, eyes unblinking on the LCD screen.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The scarlet numbers on the LCD halted.

The flashing red dot extinguished.

Success!

Chen Yu exhaled deeply, feeling as if he had just been pulled from underwater, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He carefully removed the now-defused bomb from the wall, cradling it in his palm.

Feeling the heavy weight of the dynamite bundles, a chilling smile spread across Chen Yu’s face.

“You played me for so long, Shen Feng!”

“Now, it’s time for you to taste what it feels like to have your fate held in someone else’s hands!”