Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

"It will explode."

As Li Mo'an's voice faded.

Old Zhang, who already knew what had happened, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

This moment.

He maintained that stepping posture, one foot just touching the ground while the other was still dangling in mid-air, his body's center of gravity awkwardly maintaining balance.

This posture is the most tiring.

But he dared not move.

I didn't dare to move at all.

As a veteran grassroots police officer with decades of experience, although he had never defuse a mine, he still possessed basic common sense. The sensation of stepping on some kind of mechanical mechanism, the feedback force of a metal spring compressed to its limit, traveled through the sole of his shoe, along his nerves, and straight to the top of his head.

That was the sound of Death's teeth snapping together.

"Gulp."

Old Zhang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Cold sweat, like beads from a broken string, streamed down his forehead, instantly flowing into his eyes and stinging painfully. But he didn't dare blink.

As an older comrade, this sudden scene deeply shocked him.

He felt a wave of dizziness, and in a daze, he even saw his great-grandmother, who had passed away many years ago, smiling and waving at him.

And behind him.

The young police officers who came with him were in no better condition.

One by one, their bodies were stiff, their faces were deathly pale, and one of them, who was even more timid, had his legs trembling and his trouser legs shaking slightly.

at this time.

Not far away.

Teacher Huang, who was standing there, was also slightly stunned when she saw this scene.

His eyes widened slightly.

"This acting... is so realistic!"

"It's much better than my acting, where I stutter a couple of times no matter what I'm doing."

He looked at the dense beads of sweat on Old Zhang's forehead, and at the facial muscles of the young police officers who were twitching due to excessive tension.

These micro-expressions, these physiological reactions, cannot be acted out.

Even the most outstanding actors would find it difficult to control their sweat glands from secreting so much cold sweat in an instant.

Could it be...?

A thought flashed through Teacher Huang's mind.

He already sensed that something was wrong.

That uneasy feeling was like a tiny thorn that gently pricked him.

Just as Teacher Huang was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and even began to want to take two steps back,

Li Mo'an moved.

He walked calmly toward Old Zhang.

"Don't be afraid."

Li Mo'an spoke calmly, as if comforting a child who had fallen down:

"Relax, don't tense your muscles so much, or you'll easily get cramps."

As he spoke, he squatted down at Old Zhang's feet.

He took out a small brush that had developed a patina from being handled, and a thin probe from his pocket.

The movements were skillful and fluid.

Without the slightest hesitation, nor the slightest tremor.

Li Mo'an reached out and gently brushed away the loose dirt from the edge of Lao Zhang's shoe sole, revealing the rusty metal disc underneath.

"Hmm, the Type 93, an old friend."

Li Mo'an muttered something to himself, seemingly greeting someone he knew.

then.

Under Lao Zhang's horrified gaze, Li Mo'an didn't even bother with any complicated securing measures. He simply stretched out two slender fingers and pinched one end of the fuse.

"Count to three."

Li Mo'an said without looking up.

"one."

"two."

Third, lift your foot.

Old Zhang almost subconsciously obeyed the order and lifted his foot in that instant.

"Click."

A slight sound.

There was no explosion.

Li Mo'an's fingers firmly gripped the firing pin, and then his other hand quickly inserted a wire.

Get it done.

He casually dug the landmine out of the ground and threw it into the pile of scrap metal next to him.

"when."

The landmine landed and rolled twice.

"Next."

Li Mo'an stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and walked towards the young police officer behind him.

The whole process only took about ten seconds.

Relaxed and enjoyable.

It's like playing a simple puzzle game, or pulling a radish out of the ground.

Looking at this scene.

Teacher Huang, who was not far away, immediately felt relieved again.

"I knew it!"

Teacher Huang's lips twitched, and the feeling that "something was wrong" in her heart instantly vanished.

"If it were a real landmine, why would it be dismantled like that?"

"They're not even wearing protective suits, and they only have one or two tools, which they throw away so carelessly."

"If that were true, it would have exploded eight times already!"

Teacher Huang shook his head, and that knowing smile returned to his face.

"It seems those policemen were sweating profusely because they were probably carrying some kind of water spray device, or they had applied oil beforehand."

"Wang Yuzheng, you really went to great lengths to fool me; the details were spot-on."

Just when Teacher Huang was convinced that "this is all acting," and even said that he was prepared to show off his skills in front of everyone and instruct Xiao Li on how to defuse the bomb, since it was all fake, he could just pretend to be an expert and give some pointers, right?

And at that time...

"Boom!!!"

The roar of a car engine came from afar.

Followed by.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

"Wow... this is a huge event?"

Teacher Huang took out his binoculars and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Then, his mouth dropped open.

In the distance, dust billowed as a long convoy of cars wound its way along the highway.

They were all painted in a uniform dark green.

The tall off-road truck was filled with fully armed personnel in its cargo bed.

Interspersed among them were those strangely shaped special engineering vehicles that looked menacing.

He raised the binoculars again and looked in that direction.

It was visible in that direction.

The explosive sound of the propeller cutting through the air was deafening.

That was an armed helicopter painted in camouflage!

It lowered its nose and roared toward Mushroom Village.

This helicopter was the same one that Colonel Wang Dafa, the commander of the garrison area, was traveling in.

This scene.

The visual impact is too strong.

Teacher Huang was dumbfounded.

He hadn't expected that old bastard Wang Yuzheng would put on such a grand show.

How much does it cost?

How many connections would that require?

They even brought in a helicopter for a variety show? Only Wang Yuzheng could pull that off; no other director would have the guts.

"This rented plane is really nice."

Li Mo'an, who was clearing the last mine for the young police officer, heard the commotion and turned around after finishing his work.

Then, he blinked calmly, looking at the binoculars in Teacher Huang's hand, which were as thick as an adult's arm, and then at Teacher Huang's casual clothes, which were not exactly loose.

He asked, somewhat surprised:

"Teacher Huang, why didn't I see you holding this telescope just now?"

Before Teacher Huang could answer.

The last policeman from the town, Xiao Liu, whose legs were being held down by Li Mo'an, was trembling with fear and almost wanted to run away.

Seeing Li Mo'an's absent-mindedness, and even turning his head to chat with others, he was so frightened that his soul almost flew away.

"Young...young man."

Xiao Liu's voice trembled with tears, like a leaf falling in the wind:

"You...you need to be serious."

"These are landmines... watch your hands..."

He was terrified that if Li Mo'an lost focus and his hand trembled, his leg would be gone.

Hearing this, Li Mo'an didn't even turn his head.

He kept looking at Teacher Huang, but his hands didn't stop moving as he skillfully used a wire to probe blindly.

"rest assured."

Li Mo'an said without turning his head:

"I've practiced blindfold team composition."

"..."

The policeman rolled his eyes, nearly scared to death on the spot.

This is blind queueing, what the hell!

Do you think this is a game of mahjong? Blindly arranging tiles?

This is a life-or-death job! And you're not even looking at it?

Xiao Liu felt that his life had come to an end, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

On the other side...

Teacher Huang was looking at the helicopter in the distance through binoculars.

In response to Li Mo'an's question, he answered casually:

"Oh, I've studied magic, I just hid it on my person."

The tone was so natural, as if he were saying, "I just had a pack of tissues in my pocket."

Li Mo'an looked at the other person calmly.

My gaze lingered for two seconds on Teacher Huang's huge, thick binoculars, which were as long as an adult's arm and as thick as a thigh.

Then I looked at Teacher Huang.

T-shirt, trousers.

There were no large pockets or backpacks.

Li Mo'an thought about it carefully for a moment.

What kind of hole could hide something that big?

I really can't imagine where they could be hiding.

Could it be...?

Teacher Huang had no idea that Li Mo'an was criticizing her in his heart.

At this moment, he was still holding a telescope, adjusting the focus in the direction of the helicopter, seemingly trying to see who the extras that old bastard Wang Yuzheng had hired were, and why they were coming in such an intimidating armed helicopter.