The "Human Bomb" downstairs moved.
He first glanced toward the middle of the lobby.
Two medics had just set down a stretcher, and the people nearby immediately crowded over to make room.
The wounded resting against the wall were helped up too. More than twenty people were all packed into the small area leading to the stairs.
This was the moment the "Human Bomb" had been waiting for.
His right hand, pressed against his chest, began to relax.
At the same time, Chen Mo dropped from the ceiling.
The webbing arrived first.
A white strand passed through the stair railing, stuck to the back of the boy's hand, then looped twice around his chest, pressing that hand back onto the switch.
The suit's warnings kept mounting.
The boy's other hand had already reached inside his coat.
Chen Mo landed in front of him and seized that arm. The fingers hidden beneath his clothes were only a fraction away from another detonator.
"Everyone down! Get away from the stairs!"
Both suits finished translating at the same time.
The exact same warning rang out twice in the lobby, the second half a beat behind.
But that was fine. All that mattered was sounding commanding.
Very commanding!
It just sounded like the hospital's PA system had gotten stuck.
Chen Mo switched off one set of external speakers, already standing between the boy and the crowd.
The crowd immediately surged backward, a trace of order amid the chaos, and in that order, a sense of familiarity.
Even the wounded man on the stretcher raised his head, saw the wires exposed beneath the gray coat, and struggled to roll off.
The lobby descended into chaos.
Yet the boy being used as a human bomb was eerily calm.
He neither shouted nor asked Chen Mo for