Chapter 808 -32: Unrivaled Tenacity, Pers!_3
It was also because of the smell that might appear next.
More importantly, he had to go inside.
As for letting Roslor stay behind while he led the way?
He had already tried that, but with the narrow confines of the ventilation duct, he couldn’t move properly, and with just his arm strength, he couldn’t pull Roslor at all.
So, he had no choice but to stay behind.
What would he encounter?
The despair on Pers’ face became increasingly evident.
But in the end, he still crawled into the ventilation duct.
In the following time, Roslor led the way, and Pers followed behind, inching closer to their destination.
It was accompanied by a rather prolonged noise.
When they finally reached their goal, Pers was nearly suffocating.
Roslor looked apologetically at the oxygen-deprived Pers.
Pers shook his head, without speaking.
Because the smell of chives was still lingering at the tip of his nose, and he feared opening his mouth…
Was this what ‘you wish’ meant?
Pers had to use the method of diverting his attention to push away such despair.
Fortunately, the bomb in the corner of the room provided him with absolute focus.
"Why did Losa 11 know the bomb was here?”
Roslor couldn’t help but ask.
"Because this is the room with the load-bearing wall, if you want to destroy the ‘Game Mansion’, there’s no better place to plant a bomb than here.”
Then, without waiting for Roslor to ask another question, Pers urged him.
Roslor didn’t talk nonsense and handed over the toolbox.
Pers skillfully began to disassemble the bomb.
As a qualified ‘Contact’, Pers knew how to dismantle a bomb, a course that ‘Contacts’ had to learn, just like shooting and driving.
However, when he opened the bomb’s casing, Pers’ hand started to shake involuntarily.
They just appeared before Pers’ eyes.
This was completely different from what Pers had envisaged.
Shouldn’t there be just one wire to cut?
Roslor quickly noticed Pers’ abnormality.
"There’s a complication.”
"Blue wire, red wire.”
"Cut the right one, and the bomb will stop; cut the wrong one, and the bomb will explode.”
"Fifty percent probability.”
"Shall we contact Losa 11?”
Roslor immediately suggested.
"There’s no time for that.”
"By the time you get a response, this place will have already exploded.”
"And we didn’t bring radios to avoid surveillance.”
Pers said as he extended the pliers towards the red wire.
However, the pliers kept trembling and couldn’t target accurately.
Clearly, Pers was nervous again.
After several tries, Pers wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to pass the pliers to Roslor.
"You’re a doctor, your hands are steady, you can do this.”
"I can perform surgery, but I don’t know how to defuse bombs!”
Roslor stuttered as he took the pliers.
"The principle is the same.”
"Just target and cut.”
"Remember, a doctor who can’t defuse a bomb is not a good doctor.”
Pers patted Roslor on the shoulder forcefully and stepped back.
Roslor opened his mouth, but ultimately, with Pers’ ‘encouraging gaze’, he extended the pliers.
Just as Pers said, Roslor’s hands as a doctor were steady.
The pliers slowly approached the red wire.
Just as the pliers touched the red wire and were about to cut