In an instant, the earth was shaking.
Half of the church collapsed.
In conditional reflex, Stanford ran in the other direction to dodge. However, Benjamin ran to the explosion like crazy.
The flying stones smashed on him and he trembled. He was almost smashed.
However, he kept running forward without any fear.
Stanford’s expression changed dramatically. With a bad hunch, he wanted to go after him.
“Listen! What’s the sound?”
Suddenly, Florence, who was standing at the church gate, screamed.
She finally managed to keep balance in the shock wave, and then she heard clicks on her body.
It made her hair stand on the end.
She immediately lowered her head and looked toward the shawl. In a panic, she found the bomb that didn’t work earlier started to countdown.
Only fifty-nine seconds left.
In less than a minute, it would explode.
She wondered why it would happen. Hadn’t the remote control been broken? Hadn’t the bomb lost effect already?
With a cold look, Ernest looked at the bomb on Florence with a solemn face.
“Benjamin Turner has set up a dual system. This is a water balance bomb. Once it hits or shakes violently, the bomb will restart and turn on the mod of a time bomb.”
Upon hearing it, Florence paled.
Stanford couldn’t go after Benjamin who escaped anymore. He strode over and looked sharply at the bomb on Florence.
“Can you remove it?”
“I need some time,” Ernest answered in a deep tone.
Suddenly, he pulled Florence to sit down on a bench next to them. He knelt before her on one knee, reached out, and carefully separated the bomb from the shawl, holding it in his hands gently.
The countdown showed only forty-five seconds left.
Florence looked at the countdown, and her heart was tightened.
She couldn’t help trembling in fear, afraid that Ernest would be killed as well. “Ernest, please don’t...”
“Don’t speak. Trust me!” Ernest’s deep voice interrupted her words.
Squinting, he held the whole bomb with his hands, looking at the transparent tubes inside it, and tried to balance the shaking water in there.
“Beep. Beep---”
The countdown continued.
Only forty seconds left.
Florence tightened her body in nervousness, looking at Earnest with fear.
He was right in front of her, and they were so close. However, there was a bomb between them as well. Once it exploded, they both would die.
“Florence, trust me. I can remove it.”
Ernest suddenly used one of his hands to grab Florence’s frozen hand.
He gripped her tightly, trying his best to making her easy.
The countdown continued with the beeps. Looking at the man in front of her, Florence trusted him for some reason.
She believed that he was too capable to fail.
“Okay.” Florence nodded solemnly. Her slightly trembling body finally calmed down a bit.
Stanford stood next to them with a serious look, gazing at the countdown on the bomb without a blink.
He asked, “Are you going to cut the wires?”
“Yes,” Ernest answered without any hesitation.
He quickly picked up a dagger on the floor.
He said solemnly, “Mr. Fraser, please go out and retreat all your men first.”
No matter how certain he would be when cutting the wire, he might make a mistake that would cause the explosion.
If there was a mistake, the victim and the bomb remover would be dead.
It was a matter of death.
“Retreat at least fifty meters away from here,” Stanford gave an order to the earphone.
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