Chapter 507: Nothing else, just practice makes perfect

The bomb disposal specialist volunteered: "I'll do it."

The team captain glared at him: "What are you trying to prove? You just got married last year, your wife is pregnant and waiting at home—if something happens to you, how am I going to explain it to them?"

He proposed: "I'm the team captain, so naturally I should take the lead on this; as for bomb disposal, my experience is richer than yours—if I hadn't moved into management, it wouldn't be your turn, youngsters, to show off."

The bomb disposal specialist shook his head: "Captain, you're this old—stop competing with us youngsters for credit; if we succeed in bomb disposal, I'm a hero, at minimum I'll get a second-class merit."

"But what if it earns a first-class merit? What if it makes me a martyr?"

"That's even better—his kids get extra points on the college entrance exam and free bus rides."

"Get lost, you're not speaking human!"

The team captain lifted his leg and kicked him.

The bomb disposal specialist smiled and didn't dodge.

Since the day he entered the profession, he has experienced all kinds of explosives, big and small.

Although the danger level was nowhere near that of the current situation, it still released tension.

"I'll do it."

The explosive disposal expert in a leather jacket said calmly: "The plan was my proposal; in terms of bomb disposal experience, as a member of the Municipal Bureau Special Police Team, I've undergone more than you."

"What about your wife and kids?"

"I'm divorced, my kid is in high school; all that's left at home is my old mother—if anything happens, just help take care of her."

The man's tone was unusually calm, yet it made everyone present feel a heaviness in their chest.

Bomb disposal work is like dancing on a volcano crater—no one can be sure they'll come back alive each time.

So the words left before each mission are basically no different from a last testament.

"Stop arguing—let this old man go."

The old-timer also spoke up at this moment.

His reason was that he's gotten up there in age and has lived long enough.

Although he didn't come from a professional background, his bomb disposal experience is rich; the upcoming work doesn't require hands-on involvement—just on-site command will do.

Even if danger arises during the process, it doesn't matter if he can't run away—after all, he's over eighty, and after his death he can still leave a pension for his juniors.

Several people argued over who should take the lead in risking danger, each wanting to leave the hope of survival to others while stepping into danger themselves.

At that moment, Section Chief Li raised his hand and asked a question: "Everyone, everyone, I think we should hold off on deciding who leads this; the workload is too big for just one or two people to finish."

"We also need a large number of construction workers to transport cement, sandbags, and dig pits."

"......"

As soon as those words were spoken, the scene fell into immediate silence.

"Yeah, this job can't be done by one person just holding a blueprint."

"We also need a group of people to cooperate; if anyone makes a mistake during the process, it could cause irreversible loss."

"They can't have ordinary workers risk their lives, so they can only look for help among their own—like firefighters, police, or soldiers."

"I'll stay!"

"Me too!"

"Count me in—I have a license for big trucks, I can drive a cement mixer!"

"I'll stay and help too—my father is a mason, I know how to lay bricks!"

Hands went up one after another, many people resolutely putting life and death aside.

Just as everyone was ready to face death as if returning home, united in purpose, preparing to work together to resolve this crisis, several dust-covered figures walked in from outside.

Lu Yang, walking at the front, holding something in his hand, saw the solemn atmosphere in the room and asked.

"What's going on?"

"'Company Commander Lu, we're asking who wants to stay and help with the bomb disposal work—do you want to assist on the periphery by transporting sand and gravel?'"

"What's the point of loading and transporting sand and gravel?"

"Piled around the aviation bomb's periphery, it absorbs the blast's energy."

"That's unnecessary."

As soon as that was said, everyone turned their gaze toward him.

Several more furrowed their brows, mistakenly thinking he was afraid of death and looking for an excuse to slip away.

"If you don't want to stay, then forget it—go back to your unit, we don't need you here."

"I'll leave in a moment."

"......"

Section Chief Li silently shook his head; his inner evaluation of him hit rock bottom.

Soldiers should be the bravest, most fearless, and most unafraid of sacrifice.

As a result, they didn't even need them on the front lines—just helping transport supplies on the periphery—but they all hemmed and hawed, unwilling to do it.

"Let me say something."

Lu Yang placed a handful of parts from his hand on the table: "The explosive crisis is resolved—that aviation bomb, I just took care of it casually."

Everyone stared in disbelief, thinking they'd misheard: "????"

Lu Yang: "Oh, and those landmines—I and my people also took care of them casually."

Kang Changyi and his companions walked up one by one, placing various small, rust-covered parts on the table; their faces full of pride, eyes brimming with honor.

"What are you joking about being here?"

"I've worked as a bomb disposal specialist for so many years, I've never heard of casually disarming bombs."

"I'm warning you—if you......"

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, the old man shouted for everyone to stop, trembling as he put on his reading glasses and shuffled over to the pile of parts.

He picked one up, held it before his eyes and examined it closely; his wrinkled old face was filled with disbelief.

This, this is definitely the Fuze of a Type 99 Model 25 aviation bomb; I've disarmed similar ones before, there's no mistake!

This, this is the Japanese bomb's anti-disassembly device, and you actually managed to remove it?

You, you wouldn't really have disarmed that Heavy Aviation Bomb, would you?

Lu Yang brushed the dust and oil from his hands: "Don't believe me? Come over and have a look."

The old man changed from his previous trembling demeanor and hurriedly walked out.

The others exchanged doubtful glances, looked at these rusted parts on the table, and quickly followed.

At the construction site, wires were strung and a few incandescent lamps set up; in the dim light, several landmines that had been disarmed lay quietly on the ground.

The Explosive Disposal Expert and the Bomb Disposal Specialist looked at each other, each seeing shock in the other's eyes; as professionals in the field, they could tell at a glance that this was absolutely a master among masters.

Such heavily weathered and rusted landmines could only be disarmed by someone with a deep understanding of their internal structure and extremely rich disarming experience.

Even they would only dare to use the safest method, detonating them from a distance to destroy them.

When they arrived at the edge of the pit, their jaws dropped in utter shock, their faces full of disbelief.

All that could be seen were countless components neatly arranged by size; the entire aviation bomb had been completely torn apart.

The propellant and detonating device were completely separated, leaving no condition for explosion.

This, this is impossible; this is an aviation bomb!

The bomb body is completely weathered and rusted; it should be technically impossible to disarm, right?

Are you also a professional Bomb Disposal Specialist? Wait, you're the Company Commander—could you be the Engineer Company's Company Commander?

The Hand of God, literally the Hand of God; I've lived over eighty years and have never seen bomb disposal be as easy as playing house, easier than eating and drinking.

Xiao Li, why did you even call this old fool over for this? It's not like taking off your pants to fart; it's purely to embarrass yourself in public.

Company Commander Lu, how on earth did you manage this? It's utterly unbelievable—could you walk us through the process?

Facing the fervent and shocked gazes of the crowd, Lu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, utterly calm: "There's nothing special—just skill born of practice."