Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

To be honest, although Lao Zhang has worn a police uniform in his life, he has hardly ever touched a real gun, let alone an old-fashioned bomb from World War II.

In his limited knowledge base, bombs were always like those shown on TV—exploding at the slightest touch, or displaying a countdown timer in red.

What are these in front of us?

Isn't this just a pile of rusty, scrap metal?

Old Zhang put down what he was holding, patted the rust off his hands, and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

In addition, he knew that a big TV crew had recently come to the village, and that the young man was supposedly some kind of celebrity.

Would celebrities risk their lives for a joke? Would a TV show dare to have celebrities dig up a real bomb?

That's nonsense.

"It's definitely a prop, or a discarded part from some factory."

Old Zhang was thinking to himself, just about to stand up and criticize the young man for making such a ridiculous joke.

Sudden.

He slapped his forehead, remembering an old story.

"Huh? I remember now."

Looking at the dilapidated road and then at the mud-covered iron lumps, Old Zhang's eyes suddenly cleared.

He remembered.

This road was built by the old man who collected scrap metal at the east end of the village many years ago.

That old man was a kind man who usually liked to collect scraps to supplement his family's income. Later, when he heard that the village roads were in poor condition, he pushed his cart and filled the roadbed with all the odds and ends of scrap iron and bricks he had collected.

At that time, the old man seemed to have developed some dementia. He would stuff anything hard into his mouth, regardless of what it was.

Thinking about it this way, the logic makes perfect sense!

These aren't bombs at all!

These are clearly scrap metal parts or broken iron pipes that the old man collected back then, buried underground as a roadbed!

Because of its strange shape and rust, it was mistaken for a bomb.

"Hey! I knew it!"

Old Zhang slapped his thigh, and the serious expression on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a relaxed smile of sudden realization.

"What bomb? It's just scrap metal that the old man who collects junk buried back then!"

Old Zhang shook his head, glanced at Li Mo'an, and his tone carried a hint of reproach from an elder, but also a touch of relief:

"You're quite honest, young man. These junk things look like bombs, but you just say they are?"

"Young people these days are so easily alarmed."

"And the one who called the police, he's probably obsessed with watching the live stream too."

As Old Zhang spoke, he muttered to himself that the production team was being dishonest. For the sake of generating buzz, they had to turn this pile of junk into a bomb, causing widespread panic and wasting police resources.

However, now that the truth has been found, it was just a false alarm.

Old Zhang is a kind-hearted person.

He watched Li Mo'an sweating profusely under the scorching sun, with so much scrap metal piled up beside him, and he had to dig it all out one by one. It was indeed quite a difficult task.

This child looks quiet and gentle, but he's a great worker and never slacks off.

"Alright, since it was a misunderstanding, then it's fine."

Old Zhang took off his police hat and fanned himself with it, then glanced at the hoe in Li Mo'an's hand.

"Young man, you seem to be having a lot of trouble digging this. This thing is incredibly heavy; how long would it take one person to finish it?"

Li Mo'an replied calmly, "It's alright, we should be able to finish it in the next few days."

"That won't do."

Old Zhang hung his hat on the handlebars and rolled up his sleeves. "This road is also a matter for our village. We can't let you, an outsider, suffer the hardship."

"Anyway, I'm free right now. Come on, Uncle Zhang will give you a hand!"

As he spoke, Old Zhang actually picked up a spare iron shovel from the side.

He didn't mind the dirt, spat into his palm, and strode over to Li Mo'an's side.

"This thing is pretty heavy. Come on, let's give it our all and get this junk cleaned up quickly so we can pave the road sooner!"

"when!"

Old Zhang swung his iron shovel down with lightning speed, scooping out an anti-tank mine.

Looking at Old Zhang's enthusiastic expression, Li Mo'an nodded calmly: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

then.

In the morning sunlight.

An extremely bizarre yet harmonious scene appeared.

A real police officer in uniform and a bomb disposal expert with top-notch bomb disposal skills.

The two stood side by side in a minefield full of bombs.

You wield a hoe, I'll wield an iron plow.

They were digging up the bomb with great enthusiasm.

As he dug, Old Zhang cheerfully picked up the bombs he unearthed and casually tossed them aside.

"Thump!"

"when!"

That sound was enough to make your teeth ache.

........................................

at this time.

In the dormitory of the National University of Defense Technology.

Zhao Tiezhu, who had just fallen asleep, got up again to check the results. He was holding his phone, completely petrified.

He stared blankly at the policeman on the screen, who was wielding a shovel and digging more enthusiastically than anyone else.

Watching the police officer casually throw out something that looked like a Japanese aerial bomb.

Zhao Tiezhu's worldview shattered at that moment.

"this......"

"Even the police helped dig?"

"Could it be... that I really misjudged him?"

"Is it really just a pile of scrap metal that looks like a bomb?"

Zhao Tiezhu rubbed his eyes, his face full of confusion and self-doubt.

If it were a real bomb, how could the police do such a thing? They're police officers!

"Looks like I was overthinking it; it's just a pile of scrap metal."

The thought crossed his mind, and he even felt a little ashamed.

I actually called the police, almost wasting police resources and causing trouble for them.

And just then...

On the screen, Old Zhang, while digging, wiped his sweat and said to Li Mo'an:

"Hey young man, I see there's a lot of stuff here, it'll be slow for the two of us to dig it out."

"Perfect timing, all the men and women in the village will be out for a stroll after they finish eating."

"or......"

Old Zhang glanced back at the village entrance and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face.