Chapter 607: Chapter 411: Yellow Wire and Blue Wire
The mobile team and bomb disposal experts immediately took over the scene. They pulled away the construction team, moved closer to examine the situation, and urgently reported:
"We found explosives! Five kilograms! There’s also a dog with a yellow wire tied around its neck, connected to the explosives, suspected to be a fuse!"
Kujo Yua commanded from a distance: "Check the wiring! Is there any electronic device at the end?"
Standing here is no different from being at the front. A five-kilogram C4 explosion, especially within a load-bearing column, would turn the entire building to dust in an instant.
The mobile team observed for a moment, trying to soothe the dog’s emotions: "No! It’s just a yellow wire looped around the dog’s neck!"
"Shoot it immediately." Kujo Yua ordered, "Kill the dog to prevent it from moving around."
The mobile team didn’t hesitate; they raised their guns and disengaged the safety catch. Before they could pull the trigger, Jun seemed to realize something, twisted his neck, slipped his head out from under the yellow wire, and retreated into the hollow section on the other side.
"The dog broke free of the yellow wire and ran away," reported the mobile team.
"Proceed with bomb disposal!"
Kujo Yua began to retreat. She got into the police car, holding the radio, and signaled the officer to drive. She intended to command from a distance.
"Yes!"
The mobile team evacuated the crowd again. The building manager, engineers, and the construction team were all cleared out. A bomb disposal expert, wearing heavy bomb-proof gear and carrying professional equipment, prepared to work solo.
Another bomb disposal expert pulled out the camera transmission line and extended it to the plaza outside Sunshine City. The police set up a temporary command center, and everyone focused on the screen, tensely watching the entire bomb disposal process.
The bomb disposal expert carefully used tweezers to peel off the primitive taped exterior of the explosives, exposing the circuit board and fuse.
After observing for a while, he said, "It’s a frequency type, the signal is lost, it might detonate automatically, we can’t interfere with the signal, can’t move it, we can only dismantle it on site."
"Continue." Kujo Yua ordered.
"Yes."
Sweat beaded on the bomb disposal expert’s forehead. He knew that with this type of remote-controlled bomb, everything depended on whether the terrorist would press the detonator. If the other side broke their promise and detonated it before noon, there was nothing he could do but curse their lack of credibility from the afterlife.
"The detonation mode is remote-controlled..."
The bomb disposal expert paused as he noticed a small piece of paper stuck under the intricate circuit board. He pulled it out and read it under the spotlight.
"The remote signal is Jun’s heartbeat. It has a signal detector inside its body. If it dies, the bomb will explode."
"This is a double-layered bomb. Above the remote-controlled bomb, there’s a triggered bomb with switches wrapped in yellow and blue wires on Jun. If the triggered bomb isn’t deactivated, don’t even think about dismantling the remote-controlled bomb."
"Moreover, Jun has ingested a slow-acting poison, it will die before noon."
...
"Who is Jun?" asked the police officer who saw the content of the paper through the surveillance screen.
"Idiot! It’s that dog!"
Kujo Yua, with a stern face, scolded, "Send two people in again, secure that dog first!"
The criminal police looked at each other, no one moved, until finally an official personally took a mobile team member back to the basement.
They pinned Jun down in the hollow section on the other side, and found a nearly invisible blue wire on Jun.
This blue wire was particularly inconspicuous in the dark.
"Remove the wire!" Kujo Yua ordered.
The officer’s trembling voice came through the radio: "No, the blue wire is inside the dog... The dog’s side has bloodstains and a suture mark, the blue wire is inside the suture!"
Kujo Yua’s face grew even grimmer.
If they forcibly pull out the blue wire, the dog might die, the remote-controlled bomb would lose the heartbeat signal and explode.
"Can you cut it directly?" Kujo Yua asked.
"The end of the blue wire might connect to other electronic circuits, or maybe nothing at all..." the bomb disposal expert swallowed hard, cold sweat streaming down: "Cutting it might explode."
"What’s the probability?" Kujo Yua realized the opponent was playing a tricky game.
"Fifty percent, either the yellow wire or the blue wire, one of them must be the fuse line," the bomb disposal expert said.
In movies, choosing between red and blue wires to cut is often an artistic creation of suspense. In reality, it’s neither scientific nor existent.
In real explosive devices, whether military or homemade, the wire color is chosen randomly by the maker, with no uniform standard.
Demolition experts never judge by color but analyze the connection method, check current and voltage, identify component functions like detonators, batteries, sensors, etc., to determine the key lines.
The current problem is, some parts of the wiring are embedded inside the animal, making it impossible to see the complete circuit. What if there’s another electronic board on the blue wire’s other end? What if a sensor is hidden under the second-layer bomb on the yellow wire?
If they could pull out the blue wire, the bomb disposal expert would confidently dismantle the bomb.
The opponent designed a sophisticated risk game making the police briefly at a loss and difficult to choose.
Kujo Yua paced back and forth at the command post, smoking a cigarette in two minutes. She flicked the cigarette butt and ordered, "Get a veterinarian for surgery on site!"
The vice-commanding criminal police officer was taken aback for a second, not reacting in time. Kujo Yua backhanded him with a slap: "What are you spacing out for at a time like this?! You think this is a picnic? Focus! Bring a veterinarian within half an hour!"
The vice commander quickly bowed and apologized, then turned to ask everyone who had kept pets and where the nearest veterinary hospital was.
One young officer raised his hand, indicating that the nearest veterinary hospital was just around the corner of East Street, very close, about a kilometer away.
The vice commander hurriedly led people to the veterinary hospital, dragging a professional veterinarian here.
Initially, the veterinarian didn’t know what was going on until Kujo Yua asked him to go to the bomb site to extract the wire from the dog’s stomach, realizing the situation, he immediately shook his head and refused, adamantly refusing to go.
"This is for the Japanese public, for hundreds of innocent lives!" Kujo Yua exhorted with righteousness, seriously bowing: "Please! Help the police!"
She couldn’t hide the existence of a remote-controlled bomb from the veterinarian. If the veterinarian didn’t take it seriously, thinking it didn’t matter if the dog died, the slightest tremor of his hands could make the whole mall ascend on the spot.
The veterinarian continued shaking his head, wiping sweat with his sleeve, saying: "It really won’t work. If there’s no pre-surgery check, the risk of pet anesthesia is very high... The dog might die just after the anesthesia is administered, even before surgery begins."
Kujo Yua had never kept pets and wasn’t clear, so she turned her gaze to the young officer, who nodded in agreement: "It’s like this, anesthesia that’s too deep can cause respiratory failure, too shallow can lead to waking during surgery causing massive bleeding, and even if the dosage is just right, different pets’ liver and kidney functions might not withstand it."
At these words, the command center fell into dead silence.
No one spoke, the pressure was overwhelming.
The one under the most pressure was the chief commander, Kujo Yua.
She lit another cigarette, took a deep draw, flicked the ash, and asked: "What if no anesthesia is given?"
"How can you do surgery without anesthesia? The dog will definitely move around!" the veterinarian said.
"Are you sure? That dog is very smart, it can understand some words. Is there no way to make it endure?" Kujo Yua persisted.
The veterinarian shook his head repeatedly, only wanting to quickly avoid this task.
The young officer, however, said it might be possible. His friend’s pet dog was allergic to anesthesia and later accidentally broke its leg during an operation, enduring the whole surgery.
"But there was a restraint belt, and the pet owner was also present. The owner’s company can reduce the pet’s fear and anxiety, so it didn’t struggle..."
Before the young officer finished speaking, Kujo Yua turned her head, glanced around, and roared, "Where’s Fushimi Roku?! Where is that guy? Tell him to get over here!!"