"Don't...don't move...this is a powerful mercury balance bomb..."
He was originally in a good mood, but when he saw the sweaty and trembling man in a suit walking in, Zhang Jing felt unlucky in his heart.
Look carefully at the man in a suit blocking the door. His body is covered with chains and bombs. He is holding a transparent glass tube in his hands.
Although his whole body was shaking, he tried very hard not to lose his balance in the transparent glass tube.
"Call the police," the middle-aged man in a suit begged with a trembling voice, "help me."
Naturally, some people called the police, but more people chose to run to the back of the restaurant, hoping for a back door.
It turned out to be too beautiful. This was an abandoned track with precious little soil. There was no back door, and the only entrance was blocked by a man with bombs strapped to his body.
Including Zhang Jing, all the diners were scared, but they did not dare to rush to the door.
Zhang Jing pulled Xiao Yunyun to the back of the restaurant, hiding his body behind others.
Others also want to hide behind others, and the scene is really chaotic.
Bad moods are contagious. Wearing a suit with a bomb strapped in, Bomb yelled: "Don't move. If you move, I want to move too, and everyone will die."
I don’t want to die, someone forcibly tied a bomb to me..."
The man in the suit became more and more excited as he talked. The balance might be broken at any time, and the bomb might be triggered at any time.
Judging from the amount of explosives on his body, even if he was hiding behind everyone, his chances of survival were slim.
Don't leave your destiny to others!
Never!
In line with the habit of maximizing profits, Zhang Jing looked at Xiao Yunyun who was next to him and said affectionately, "Princess Xiao, if I die today, help me take care of Ding Jiaqi and let my hard work last for a long time."
All the diners were crowded together. Xiao Yunyun and Zhang Jing were close together. They looked up and looked at Xinxin Nian with big eyes and asked in panic, "Brother Zhang, what are you going to do?"
Zhang Jing proved it with his actions. He pushed aside the two foreigners in front of him, stood in front of everyone, and said righteously, "It is my responsibility to protect the weak, today! No one will die."
While talking, Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to gently rub the brown hair of a seventy-eight-year-old girl next to him, and then walked five or six meters to block the door of the restaurant.
Came to the middle-aged man who was wearing a bomb.
Without giving anyone time to react, he stretched out his right hand with his palm upward, and directly took away the balance tube from the middle-aged man who was strapped with a bomb.
This action made everyone's heart beat hard!
"Okay," Zhang Jing advised the middle-aged man whose eyes were covered with sweat, "Don't be nervous, it's okay."
"Thank you, thank you." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much less stressed and grateful.
"You can go," Zhang Jing looked back at the group of diners who met in the restaurant, "Don't be crowded, leave one by one."
Everyone's gratitude towards Zhang Jing reached its peak in an instant.
Under the guidance of the restaurant waiter, the first diner, a seven or eight-year-old girl, walked out of the depths of the restaurant.
When passing by Zhang Jing, the little girl whispered, "Brother, you are my hero. I will marry you when I grow up, for sure."
Zhang Jing: "..."
Then the second and third children, as well as the woman with the baby in her arms, left, all paying Zhang Jing the highest respect and gratitude.
When Xiao Yunyun passed by Zhang Jing, he was already crying and his heart was filled with boundless emotion.
At this time, the security police outside arrived at the same time. After learning that there was a bomb, they immediately began to evacuate the nearby people.
They were evacuated fifty meters away and bulletproof shields were set up in front of the crowd.
A bomb disposal expert wearing an explosion-proof suit walked heavily to the entrance of the barbecue restaurant, and first looked at the bomb situation on the middle-aged man at close range.
Then he looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Can you keep it balanced?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
After receiving an affirmative reply, the bomb disposal expert called his companions to bring up tools.
Outside the quarantine circle, reporters were like sharks smelling blood, rushing from all directions to find content.
Because you can't take pictures at close range.
A female reporter from Sky TV swept her eyes across the crowd and came to a seven or eight-year-old girl who kept drawing ten on her chest and praying from the Bible.
"Little girl," the female reporter squatted down and asked politely, "can I interview you?"
The little girl followed her parents and looked up at them.
The middle-aged couple nodded slightly.
After receiving permission, the little girl looked at the reporter and said, "You can ask."
"What's going on inside?" the female reporter couldn't wait.
"There was a gentleman in a suit who was strapped with bombs, mercury-balanced bombs. He was very nervous and scared, but he blocked us in the restaurant."
The reporter's heart was excited, big news!
"Then what?"
"Brother Jack, who was also eating in the restaurant, said, 'It is my responsibility to protect the weak. Today, no one will die.' Then he took the mercury balancer from the nervous uncle's hands, and we escaped."
"Jack Zhang, the boss of the MAT graphics card," the little girl's father added next to him, "he was the one who saved us, but he is still inside, staying with the bomb."
The reporter's expression was blank for a second. I really didn't expect that there would be such a fierce person!
At the same time, reporters from other TV stations, including Hengxing TV, were busy nearby and got first-hand news.
The bomb has not yet been defused, and most of the allies and Western media have already broadcast sudden news on TV.
Zhang Jing became famous, and what he said was passed down from word to word.
The audience was happy, but Zhang Jing was still in danger. They watched nervously as the bomb disposal expert broke the chains and dismantled the explosives bit by bit.
I don’t know why, but I have to start dismantling it from the end, which is very slow.
Zhang Jing originally thought that just cutting off the electrode wires on both sides of the mercury tube would be enough, but that was not the case.
Fortunately, Zhang Jing had the experience of persuading people to jump into the sea before, so Zhang Jing was not self-righteous. If he did it himself, he would most likely be blown to death.
The bomb disposal process lasted for half an hour. As the last bomb was put down, the bomb disposal expert breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay, it's safe."
The middle-aged man in a suit lay down directly on the ground, as if his figure was gone.
Zhang Jing was very tired, so he turned back to the dining table, picked up the beer and took a swig of it.
Continue to eat the large plate of barbecue that you didn’t eat just now.
Zhang Jing looked down when he found someone pulling at the corner of his pants.
"Thank you," the middle-aged man said after crying with runny nose and tears, "Thank you for saving me."
"You're welcome," Zhang Jing stopped pretending at this moment, "Saving you is also saving myself. If you can't hold the mercury tube firmly, I will die too."
"Yes, yes," the middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, "I'm very scared. Thank you very much."
Zhang Jing helped the middle-aged man sit down across the dining table, brought a glass of beer from the table next to him and placed it in front of the exhausted man, "Drink."
The middle-aged man went from being extremely nervous to being relaxed now, which was very taxing on his body. He raised his glass and drank it all in one go.
After drinking all his beer, the middle-aged man was taken away by the security police for questioning.
Then a dark-skinned middle-aged female police superintendent sat opposite Zhang Jing and said, "Thank you for your bravery. This requires a lot of courage."
"You're welcome," Zhang Jing warned, looking into the strange woman's eyes, "We must find the bastard who planted the bomb."
"We will, see you next time."
As the female security police officer left and the evacuation outside was lifted, and the street was already narrow, Zhang Jing was blocked in the restaurant for the second time.
Some people died, but not completely...
