Chapter 223: This Is Art

Because this is his masterpiece, he feels that every one of his bombs is a work of art.

"Do you think your bombs are outstanding?" Although she is strapped with bombs and in mortal danger at any moment, Ning Ruoxue remains calm and composed.

"That's right, hehe, every bomb on your body is connected to your neurons by sensors. Even the most professional bomb disposal experts in the country couldn't possibly dismantle the bombs on you without causing them to go off."

Weite closes his eyes, spreads his arms, and says: "This is truly a perfect work of art. As long as your emotions experience great sorrow or great joy, or any intense fluctuation, these bombs will detonate in succession."

"You had Chen Yu come here, is it because you want us to die together?" Ning Ruoxue stares coldly at Weite.

"That's right. I know what you want to do. You want to cry loudly now, control your emotions to trigger the bombs, and then Chen Yu won't have to risk his life to save you?"

Weite says with a chuckle: "It's useless, little lady. I have sensors here. Unless I turn off the sensors, it won't matter how much you cry."

"You really are a genius." Ning Ruoxue takes a deep breath: "Everything has been calculated by you."

"That's right, everything is under my control. Chen Yu will definitely come. The barriers I set for him don't amount to much. This bomb cannot be dismantled at all, unless you die and your heartbeat stops, then it can be taken off." Weite laughs: "So the two of you can die together."

"Then should I thank you?" Ning Ruoxue stares at Weite: "Thank you for letting us die together?"

"You're welcome. I know you like him." Weite smiles, checks the time, and says: "Hmm, he should be here soon."

Just as Weite finishes speaking, Chen Yu walks into the warehouse. Weite quickly retreats, putting distance between himself and Ning Ruoxue; he has already turned off the sensors.

Now, as long as Ning Ruoxue's emotions have any fluctuation, the bombs will explode.

Ning Ruoxue grits her teeth, trying her best to control her emotions, not letting them show any signs of great sorrow or great joy.

In fact, since being brought here by this person and having bombs strapped to her, she has long been scared to death. Seeing Chen Yu makes her want to cry, but she can only force herself to hold it back now.

"Chen Yu, don't come over." Ning Ruoxue says through gritted teeth: "My emotions cannot have any fluctuations, otherwise the bombs will explode."

"I know, I heard you, so please, don't get agitated." Chen Yu says as he walks toward Ning Ruoxue.

"Didn't I tell you not to come over?" Ning Ruoxue is startled. As soon as her emotions fluctuate, the countdown on her body immediately speeds up.

"Don't be agitated, I have a way." Chen Yu hurriedly stops his steps: "Close your eyes, don't look at me."

Ning Ruoxue closes her eyes slightly, trying her best to calm her mindset, and Chen Yu slowly walks forward.

"Hehe, not bad." Weite stares at Ning Ruoxue: "As expected of a lawyer by trade, your psychological resilience is tough enough to maintain such composure even now. However... what do you think would happen if I fired a few shots at Chen Yu?"

Weite already has a gun in his hand, and he aims it back and forth at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu grabs with his right hand, and Lichen appears in his hand. He stares at Ning Ruoxue and says: "Look into my eyes."

"I'm looking." Ning Ruoxue's breathing is somewhat rapid.

"Do you believe me? The moment he fires, I can slice his hand off." Chen Yu smiles slightly.

"I believe you." Ning Ruoxue looks steadily into Chen Yu's eyes, without looking away.

"This is getting more and more interesting. Chen Yu, you are quite arrogant. Do you really think you can be faster than the gun in my hand?" Weite laughs, and he slowly takes aim at Chen Yu.

The reason he doesn't fire is to put psychological pressure on Ning Ruoxue. If Ning Ruoxue really cannot hold on, then the bombs on her body will explode.

"I'm starting now." Chen Yu says to Ning Ruoxue with a smile.

"Be careful." Ning Ruoxue slowly closes her eyes.

Suddenly, Weite raises his hand, about to fire. The moment he raises the pistol, Chen Yu moves.

He flicks his right hand, and Lichen flies out of his grasp. Almost at the same time, with a 'Boom—', a gunshot rings out, and the gun in Weite's hand fires a bullet.

'Ding...' Lichen slices the bullet in two, and Lichen's momentum remains undiminished. With a soft sound, Weite's right hand, along with the pistol in it, is sliced open by the sword in Chen Yu's hand.

At the same time, Chen Yu flicks his other hand, and a Silver Needle accurately pierces into one of Ning Ruoxue's acupoints. Her vision goes black, and she leans to one side.

Chen Yu quickly performs Acupuncture, placing six Silver Needles in a row.

"Ah..." Weite looks at his hand in disbelief. He staggers back a few steps and falls to his knees on the ground with a 'thud'. He never dreamed that Chen Yu's technique could be this fast.

Even bullets couldn't hurt him? This is simply impossible.

But the fact is right before his eyes, and he cannot help but believe it.

"Hehe, Chen Yu, you can't dismantle this bomb." Weite is covered in cold sweat. He endures the pain and sneers: "Chen Yu, give up. This bomb is my proudest masterpiece."

"No matter where you touch it, it will explode. Unless Ning Ruoxue dies and the sensor stops, otherwise, in half an hour, even if Ning Ruoxue's emotions remain perfectly calm, it will still explode."

"Do you really think you are a genius?" Chen Yu walks to his side, picks up Lichen, and glances at him.

"That's right, I am a genius. She's fainted now, right? Hehe, it's useless. After fainting, her breathing is steady. My sensor is connected to her neurons; if her emotions are too stable, it will also explode. Three minutes, just three minutes."

"Who told you she fainted?" Chen Yu smiles: "Traditional Chinese Medicine has countless ways to make a person feign death. She is currently in a state of feigned death."

"What did you say?" Weite's complexion changes completely.

"Her feigned death condition is the same as real death. I dismantle the bomb, then remove the needles, and she will come back to life. Dismantling this bomb is just that simple."

Weite's face changes again and again. He is very dejected. Yes, all along he has thought of himself as a genius. How could something designed by a genius have flaws?

His bomb can connect to a person's neurons; whether emotions are too calm or experience great sorrow and joy, it will lead to the bomb exploding. The only way to dismantle this bomb is a dead end.

But Chen Yu actually used this method to dismantle his bomb with ease, which makes his psychological gap too large.

Removing the Silver Needles, Chen Yu taps a few times on Ning Ruoxue's body with his right hand. Sure enough, Ning Ruoxue, who previously had no breath, slowly wakes up.

"Chen Yu." Ning Ruoxue grips Chen Yu's hand tightly.

"It's okay, it's all resolved." Chen Yu smiles slightly and squeezes her hand to comfort her.

"Chen Yu, you might not understand me." Weite, off to the side, suddenly laughs. His other intact hand fumbles at his waist and pulls out another pistol.