The soil is very loose and soft, but Zhou Yan is still cautious when digging.
And his caution was quickly rewarded.
When Zhou Yan dug down ten centimeters, a soft cotton thread appeared in his field of vision.
Booby trap or trap?
Or is it just insignificant cotton thread?
Zhou Yan didn't dare to be careless, so he put on disposable gloves, took out the ten-yuan Swiss Army knife he bought while wandering around the city, unfolded the main blade, and started looking for it along the cotton thread.
Digging down three or four centimeters along the cotton thread, you will find an iron can containing eight-treasure porridge. One end of the cotton thread is tied to the iron can, and the other end is still not exposed.
Continuing to dig down five or six centimeters, an identical iron jar appeared.
After digging and making sure that nothing else was caught on the cotton thread, Zhou Yan took the small scissors that came with his saber and cut the cotton thread.
After that, Zhou Yan put the things aside, searched the pit with a shovel, and found nothing else. Then he filled the soil back in, stepped on it with his feet, and piled the stones back to their original positions according to what he remembered. After the traces were taken care of, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up. Just when he wanted to relax, a feeling of heart palpitations suddenly came to his heart!
Zhou Yan has been in the mission space of a mixed martial arts master for nearly 20 years, and he naturally knows the source of this feeling: being targeted by a gun!
Zhou Yan turned around, followed the direction he felt, and checked the grass. No one was found, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.
It should be a sniper rifle!
That’s the further direction!
Zhou Yan calculated a suitable place on the mountain as a sniper position, turned around, cast his gaze to a certain location in the distance, carefully took off his mask, and raised his hands to show that he was not a threat.
The palpitations disappeared.
Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to squat down to continue handling the two excavated boxes, but halfway down, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face: He was also suspected of being a spy!
At this time, Zhou Yan suddenly felt a little regretful, curiosity killed the cat.
You shouldn't have gone up the mountain to find information about this Lao Shizi. If you don't go up the mountain yourself, there will be no problem at all.
After entering the mountain, all the suspicion fell on himself: not to mention how to explain how he found these two jars, even if he discovered the opponent's sniper position just now, he couldn't explain it...
Break the jar and smash it!
After putting on the mask again, Zhou Yan squatted down and carefully inspected the two jars.
The two jars were tied with cotton thread in different ways. One was just tied hastily with cotton thread, and it was still an empty jar.
As for the other one, one end of the cotton thread was pressed down with a plastic cover, and there seemed to be something inside that was pushing against the cover.
The lids of the jars containing eight-treasure porridge are all translucent. Through the lid, Chen Yi could see that the lid of the one with something on it was held up by something.
Combined with the fact that the bottom of the jar was stuck in the soil with stones, Zhou Yan could naturally judge that there should be a mechanism inside the box and it could not be opened directly.
If the hard one is not enough, then the only choice is the soft one.
Zhou Yan ignored the feeling of heart palpitations that came again, pressed down on the side with the mechanism, and used a fake Swiss Army knife to cut open the lid.
The contents of the jar are clear at a glance.
A marker-like object was thrust diagonally from the mouth of the jar to the bottom of the jar. It was elastic when pressed. It should be a self-destruct device. There was a plastic bag wrapped around the self-destruct device. Inside the plastic bag, there was a
A piece of paper, from the outside, the size of the paper should be A3.
Zhou Yan carefully pulled out the plastic bag and put it into his pocket without even looking at it.
Zhou Yan did not dare to deal with the remaining jars casually. He reached to the bottom of the jar with a knife and carefully took it out...
Although he had the special operations experience of a "worker bee", Zhou Yan's heart still couldn't help but beat violently.
After the self-destruct device was completely taken out, Zhou Yan's back was already soaked. No one was sure whether there were flammable and explosive materials inside until it was taken apart.
Looking at the self-destruct device that looked like a marker pen in his hand, Zhou Yan's eager curiosity aroused again.
Dismantle it!
Based on the "Worker Bee"'s many years of experience as an agent, Zhou Yan quickly determined the general structure of the self-destruction device. He used a knife to cut open the tail of the marker that was stuck with strong glue, and poured out the contents...
The lower part of the marker is filled with thermite, a mixture of reddish-brown rust powder and aluminum powder; while the upper part is a triggering device similar to an oval hand grenade: the elastic head is loosened against the mouth of the jar.
After opening, a device similar to a firing pin inside will hit the fulminant at the bottom of the device, igniting the thermite.
After dismantling the self-destruct device, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it was only filled with thermite.
After sitting on the ground and taking a long breath, Zhou Yan put everything into the jar.
Just when I was about to get up, a small red dot suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
Laser pointer for aiming!
Boss, do you want to kill me?
Zhou Yan looked frustrated and looked back in a certain direction.
Then, the little red dot on the ground moved and drew a circle on the ground.
Zhou Yan smiled bitterly and could only sit on the ground, guessing the other party's intentions with a depressed face...
"I have to go back and prepare lunch!"
Zhou Yan, who was extremely bored, could only take out his knife and keep taking out the grass on the ground to vent his anger...
"Swish, swish, swish..."
After a sound of leaves rustling through clothes, a middle-aged man in work clothes appeared in front of Zhou Yan.
Seeing Zhou Yan, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and a perfunctory smile quickly appeared on his face: "Little brother, are you here to climb the mountain so early?"
"Let's exercise when we have nothing to do!"
The middle-aged man nodded, looked around, and turned his gaze calmly to the pile of rocks that Zhou Yan had just piled up.
"Hey, there is a temple here?" The middle-aged man pretended to be very happy, "Looking at the wild temple, it must be old. I heard the old people in the village say that there are usually treasures hidden under the wild temples!" Pretend, keep pretending!
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Zhou Yan looked at this person with interest.
The middle-aged man, without any awareness of his intentions, tried to get close to Zhou Yantou: "Little brother, it's summer, why are you wearing a mask?"
"I've got a cold!" Zhou Yan's voice was still a falsetto made under the pressure of his throat.
"Oh..."
The middle-aged man ignored Zhou Yan, took off his backpack from the north, took out an engineering shovel from it, and started to use force on the so-called "wild temple".
Just after digging, the middle-aged man pretended to be emotional, his face full of joy that he was about to dig up a treasure.
But as the pit on the ground got deeper and deeper, the smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, replaced by frustration, loss, and a bit of anger.
Then, the middle-aged man suddenly thought of something, turned around, and looked at the eight-treasure porridge jar tied with cotton thread at Zhou Yan's feet.
"Little brother, did you dig something out of this wild temple?"
Although the middle-aged man tried his best to suppress a certain desire in his heart, Zhou Yan could naturally detect a hint of anxiety in the other person's eyes.
Zhou Yan smiled and nodded, glancing at the engineering shovel with a cold light in the opponent's hand and the backpack thrown on the ground.
"Little brother, I'll give you a shovel and school bag in exchange!"
"Then...then throw the shovel over first!"
The middle-aged man picked up the shovel on the ground with a smile, walked up to Zhou Yan with a smile, and was about to hand it over, but his hand suddenly stopped.
"Little brother, can you let me take a look at what you have in your hand first?"
Haha!
Zhou Yan was delighted: If you saw it, I would be in big trouble!
Before the opponent could react, Zhou Yan quickly took a step forward, grabbed the handle of the engineer's shovel, turned his arm and shook his hand, and snatched the engineer's shovel away.
The smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared and became a bit serious: "Little brother, what do you mean?"
