coobybook Chapter 1005 There's a bomb
Chapter 1005 There's a bomb
Teng Zijing burst into the bathroom carrying the swaddled baby, shouting, "Everyone get out of the bathroom immediately! There's a bomb here!"
The people in the restroom had just heard the commotion outside when they heard someone say the word "bomb."
Chaos erupted instantly, with screams and cries mingling together. The group, disregarding the mess, grabbed their pants and rushed out the door.
"Don't panic! Everyone, be careful! Beware of stampedes!" Teng Zijing's voice rang out amidst the chaos.
With an unquestionable air of authority, it subconsciously gave the panicked people a sense of order.
Outside the door, Deng Zhouyi dragged the distraught An Ran towards Yu Qianqian's side.
At the same time, he yelled at the approaching security guards, "Quick! Evacuate everyone! There's a bomb here!"
The airport terminal instantly descended into complete chaos. Disoriented crowds surged toward the various exits like a tidal wave, pushing, shoving, crying, and shouting filling the air.
The security guards didn't dare to be negligent and immediately used their walkie-talkies to call for backup from headquarters.
"Command Center! Command Center! A suspected explosive device has been found in the restrooms of Area A in the domestic arrivals hall of Terminal 2. Chaos has broken out at the scene!"
Repeating: A suspected explosive device has been found in the restrooms of Area A, Domestic Arrivals Hall, Terminal 2. Requesting immediate activation of Level 1 Emergency Response!
The security supervisor's urgent and clear instructions came through the walkie-talkie, mixed with the sounds of the crowd's commotion and evacuation instructions in the background:
"Witnesses have confirmed that a man entered the restroom in area A of the target building carrying what appears to be an explosive device and locked the door from the inside."
Evacuate the surrounding area immediately! A 50-meter cordon has been established and is under tight control. Requesting assistance from bomb disposal and special police.
At the same time, we coordinated with airport police to block the terminal entrances and exits and suspend flight takeoffs and landings!
The security guard reported: "No secondary dangers were found at the scene, and no casualties have been reported."
The police and bomb disposal departments have been notified simultaneously. We request immediate assistance from professional teams! (Repeated request: Emergency bomb disposal team support!) Over!
The security guards hurried along, their expressions grim, as they struggled to maintain order and guide the crowd to evacuate in an orderly fashion.
Yu Qianqian turned pale with fright, gripping Deng Zhouyi's arm tightly, her eyes fixed on the direction of the restroom.
An Ran broke free from Deng Zhouyi's grasp and frantically rushed to the bathroom door, pounding on the door and crying out:
"Teng Zijing! Come out! Open the door and let me in! I want to face this with you."
Inside the restroom, Teng Zijing's expression was solemn. He gently placed the baby on the sink.
He quickly took off his coat and threw it on the ground, then reached out and opened the swaddling clothes. The tiny baby inside was only a few weeks old, its pink face wrinkled.
Clearly awakened by his shouts, she was now whimpering loudly, her small body trembling slightly.
And tightly intertwined with this fragile life is a time bomb.
The red numbers on the dashboard were ticking away against the clock, each decrease feeling like a hammer blow to Teng Zijing's heart.
The ticking of the timer was exceptionally clear in the confined space, mingling with the baby's cries to create a suffocating contrast—
On one side is the softness of new life, and on the other is the coldness of destruction; every second is pulling the line between life and death.
He closed his eyes briefly and yelled at the door, "An Ran! Listen to me! Take Qianqian and leave! Now!"
At the end of the corridor, the middle-aged woman had already changed her clothes and was mingling in the crowd when law enforcement officers escorted her to the door.
She walked out of the airport, hailed a taxi, glanced back in the direction of the airport security cordon, gave a wicked smile, got into the car, and disappeared into the traffic!
Only a growing sense of panic hung over the entire airport like a shadow.
Every second felt incredibly long, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the tightly closed bathroom door.
The air seemed to freeze, with only the sound of heartbeats and the faint sound of distant sirens remaining, creating an increasingly tense atmosphere.
The bomb disposal team and special police quickly arrived at the restroom entrance, where a tight defensive line had already been set up outside the cordon.
Deng Zhouyi grabbed An Ran's arm again and pulled her towards Yu Qianqian, his voice low but steady:
“Miss An, trust Master Jing. He has never disappointed you. Your presence here will only disturb his concentration.”
Yu Qianqian quickly stepped forward, took An Ran's hand, and gently patted An Ran's back:
"Yes, Miss An, Master Jing loves you so much, he definitely won't let anything happen to himself, so don't panic."
A police officer strode forward and said sternly, "The three of you must cooperate and evacuate immediately. Staying within the cordon is prohibited. Refusal to cooperate will be treated as obstruction of official duties!"
"Wait a minute!" Deng Zhouyi hurriedly showed his identification. "The person inside is Teng Zijing, the president of Fengteng International Group. I am Deng Zhouyi, Teng Zijing's assistant."
"Bomb disposal expert, please come with me. I know his habits well, and I might be able to lend a hand."
Upon hearing this, Yu Qianqian's face instantly drained of color. She grabbed his arm and cried out in a trembling voice, "Ayi, no..."
"Listen to me, wait outside, we'll be right out." Deng Zhouyi patted her hand and turned to follow the bomb disposal team.
An Ran and Yu Qianqian tried to rush forward, but were stopped by four police officers and forcibly removed from the airport terminal.
An Ran's cries mingled with the sirens, her repeated cries of "Zijing, Zijing...you must come out..." making everyone's hearts tighten.
The bomb disposal expert's expression softened slightly upon hearing that Teng Zijing was inside. Everyone within the system knew this business tycoon.
He was once a great hero revered by everyone in the special police team, a "living Yama" who struck fear into the hearts of criminals. His adaptability and courage were unmatched by ordinary people.
Deng Zhouyi walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door: "Brother Jing, the bomb disposal team has arrived, open the door."
Inside the restroom, next to the sink in the men's room; Teng Zijing knelt on one knee.
His eyes were sharply fixed on the bomb, beads of sweat sliding down his chin.
He was holding a small knife in his hand, the tip of which hovered over a gap in the bomb casing.
Upon hearing the arrival of the person, he slowly withdrew his blade, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it with a click.
He spoke very quickly: "Two minutes left. Give me the tools, and you can all get out." He reached for the toolbox.
Deng Zhouyi stepped forward and pushed Teng Zijing aside, saying, "Brother Jing, let the experts come! An Ran is still outside, waiting for you..."
As they spoke, two bomb disposal experts quickly stepped forward, their eyes landing on the baby crying on the sink.
On that small body was a bomb heavier than himself, and the red countdown numbers were jumping toward "1:50".
A section of the baby's calf, resembling a lotus root joint, peeked out from the edge of the swaddling clothes; the skin was so delicate that the bluish veins were clearly visible.
The cold texture of the bomb casing, mixed with the milky scent of a baby, created a suffocating feeling of life and death intertwined in the air.
They quickly spread out their toolkits, the sound of their protective suits zipping up particularly jarring in the silence.
Teng Zijing, still uneasy, took two steps forward and stared intently at their movements, his Adam's apple bobbing.
His voice was barely perceptibly hoarse: "Be careful of the child. No matter what, don't hurt him."
Without even looking up, the expert traced the bomb's trajectory with his fingertips and replied in a deep voice, "Don't worry, we know what we're doing."
Deng Zhouyi closed the bathroom door again, shutting out the noise from outside.
In the cramped space, there were only the cries of a baby, the soft clatter of tools, and the ticking of a clock like a death knell, counting down every second on the brink of life and death.
Time ticked by in agonizing agony, and Yu Qianqian and An Ran embraced tightly beside the police car.
Tears soaked their shoulders, and they murmured prayers over and over again.
Their eyes were fixed on the direction of the exit, as if that would pass on courage and good fortune to those inside.
Inside the airport terminal, fully armed special police and bomb disposal personnel held their breath behind the security line.
Even breathing became soft, and all eyes were focused on the tightly closed door; the air was so heavy it felt like you could wring water out of it.
Inside the restroom, the final ten seconds of the countdown struck everyone like a heavy hammer.
The two bomb disposal experts, wearing protective gloves, had their hands as steady as a rock. Their fingertips navigated through the intricate network of wires, finally settling on the inconspicuous black line at the very bottom.
"That's it!" one of them shouted, and the scissors fell precisely, cutting the line with a "snip" the instant the numbers jumped to "00:00".
The ticking of the timer stopped abruptly.
Deng Zhouyi and Teng Zijing breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously, as if all their strength had been drained away.
Sweat streamed down his face and into his collar, soaking the back of his shirt.
Teng Zijing bent down and carefully untied the tape securing the baby, then held the exquisitely beautiful little one in her arms.
A relieved smile finally broke out on his tense face, and he gently patted the baby's swaddling clothes.
"Oh! Don't cry, don't cry, we're safe now. Let's go find Mom and Daddy."
The bathroom light shone down on his fatherly profile, giving it a rare touch of gentleness.
As the four walked out of the restroom side by side, a low cheer erupted outside.
The crowd automatically parted to make way, and Teng Zijing walked in the middle carrying the baby, with Deng Zhouyi following closely behind, passing through the crowd as if receiving a solemn inspection.
Hearing the commotion, An Ran and Yu Qianqian in the police car looked up sharply, their eyes meeting the crowd of people.
When they were greeted by the baby in Teng Zijing's arms and the smile on his face, and saw Deng Zhouyi safe and sound,
Unable to contain their anticipation any longer, the two pushed open the car door and stumbled forward.
"Ayi!" Yu Qianqian threw herself into Deng Zhouyi's arms, her voice still trembling with tears.
Deng Zhouyi hugged her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
An Ran bumped into Teng Zijing's side, wiped away her tears, and looked at the baby in his arms who was still crying loudly.
Looking at Teng Zijing's sweat-dampened forehead, she laughed and cried at the same time: "This little guy, he's really got both good and bad luck in his life."
Teng Zijing looked down at the little life in his arms, then looked up at An Ran.
He reached out and pulled her into his other arm, his voice gentle yet firm: "Baby, it's all in the past."
The midday sun shone on the glass curtain wall, casting the shadows of the group of people directly overlapping.
A harrowing crisis has finally passed, but the emotions forged on the brink of life and death have become like polished diamonds, shining ever brighter and harder.