Hiss...
If a big guy like this exploded, the third floor of the Times Building wouldn't be able to bear it, and the building structure would collapse!
"Where are the wiring personnel? When are they arriving?"
Liu Qingcheng asked urgently.
"They've already been contacted, and they're on their way." The man replied.
"There isn't much time left, let me try. I did study this after all."
Just as the man finished speaking, Liu Qingcheng walked straight up and said, holding a pair of scissors in her hand.
Hearing this, everyone was startled, and all of them instantly turned to look at Liu Qingcheng. Who was this pretty young lady, and why was she so confident?
"Ahem... You don't need to doubt her identity. Even I have to call her superior."
A tall, upright man behind them said solemnly; he was the very person who had checked Liu Qingcheng's ID just a moment ago.
Looking at the complicated wires, fine beads of sweat appeared on Liu Qingcheng's forehead. It was like a dog biting a turtle—nowhere to sink its teeth in. All those bomb-disposal techniques she had studied back in the day had long been returned to her instructor.
There were only about fifteen minutes left until the countdown, and whether the wiring personnel could arrive in time in such a short period was a question in itself.
"Which wire to cut? This is a headache."
"Can you even do this?" An Qing asked anxiously on the side.
Liu Qingcheng was embarrassed. She really didn't have any confidence at all now.
An Qing said speechlessly, "Let me do it. You've been staring blankly for half a day."
Liu Qingcheng widened her beautiful eyes. An Qing could do this? Stop joking, what did a star know? Could she not make trouble?
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