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

The commotion was so loud that Teacher He and his sister naturally heard it and ran over. In fact, they had already arrived while the old policeman was acting as the off-site commentator.

now.

Teacher He opened his mouth wide, but his usually eloquent mouth seemed to be glued shut, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The younger sister was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Subconsciously, they looked at Teacher Huang.

No, Mr. Huang (Father Huang), didn't you swear that it was a script?

Didn't you say this was just a gimmick by Director Wang to boost ratings?

But... this is called a script?

Isn't the cost of this script a bit too high? So high that we'd have to sell the entire TV station to make ends meet?

Teacher Huang stood there dumbfounded, completely unaware of the two people's gazes.

And just then...

At this moment, Director Wang Yuzheng was also staring blankly at the grand scene before him.

now,

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his eyes held a sense of despair.

To know.

Originally, he was thinking of sending people to retrieve the "weapons of mass destruction" that the villagers had taken away as everyday items before the military, government and police forces completely took over the scene.

In order to mitigate his or her guilt and seek leniency.

But to my surprise, those villagers were all incredibly stubborn and uncooperative.

Despite the staff's best efforts, including pleading and even kneeling down to kowtow, the villagers simply refused to give it to them.

The reason given was particularly compelling: it was to cooperate with the production team in acting, and it was a prop that couldn't be moved around, otherwise it wouldn't look real.

At this moment, Teacher Huang noticed Director Wang Yuzheng.

At that moment, as if grasping at the last straw, Teacher Huang suddenly turned her head and stared intently at Wang Yuzheng.

Even now, he still harbors a tiny sliver of hope.

So, with a trembling voice and a glimmer of hope, Teacher Huang asked:

"Old Wang... Old Wang, tell me the truth."

"Are you some kind of privileged kid from a high-ranking family?"

"Does your family have some powerful connections that allowed you to get the commander of the garrison to cooperate with us in this charade?"

As long as Wang Yuzheng nods or even blinks, Teacher Huang feels that her heart can start beating again.

however.

Upon hearing Teacher Huang's words, Wang Yu opened her mouth, then let out a deep sigh, her voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

"Teacher Huang, it's come to this, please stop fooling yourself, okay?"

These words shattered Teacher Huang's last illusions.

pat.

Teacher Huang's legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground, but fortunately He Ling, who was next to him, caught him in time.

But Wang Yuzheng hadn't finished speaking.

He looked at the pale-faced Teacher Huang, gave a bitter laugh, and added insult to injury:

"I glanced at my phone when I came over."

"The online public opinion has exploded."

"Netizens say you're a tough guy, not even afraid of your criminal record for the sake of the show."

"You said you'd go to great lengths for your apprentice, you're really ruthless. Now you're probably really going to be working as a sewing machine operator."

Upon hearing this...

Teacher Huang felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and her legs went even weaker.

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

The atmosphere at the scene was heavy.

The cordon has been set up.

All unrelated personnel were isolated.

Director Wang Yu was watching the leaders talking to the garrison commander in the distance, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He definitely wanted to go up and explain things to these leaders.

Even just an explanation like "We don't know either" would put some people at ease.

but.

He had only taken two steps forward when he was stopped by the special police.

In the core area.

The imposing city-level boss was speaking with a serious expression to Colonel Wang Dafa, the commander of the garrison.

Both of them had very serious expressions.

In just two or three minutes, the charter was finalized.

Leave professional tasks to professionals.

Wang Dafa was put in full charge of the on-site bomb disposal work.

Meanwhile, the leaders in the county and city were given another task—to persuade the villagers to hand over the bombs scattered throughout the village.

As they had just learned from the report, the most pressing issue was not the bombs in the field, but the bombs that the villagers had taken home as family heirlooms.

Those villagers are now convinced that this is all an act.

At this point, sending staff to explain is pointless.

Only when these prominent leaders, who frequently appear on television news, personally intervene will the villagers believe that this is not a script.

After the division of labor is clearly defined.

Wang Dafa immediately issued the order.

"Bomb disposal unit! Engineer squad! Assemble immediately!"

"Produce a solution!"

Several experts in protective suits immediately gathered around, holding blueprints and detection instruments, and began an emergency consultation.

Soon, a preliminary plan was presented to Wang Dafa.

"Reporting to the Commander!"

A captain of an engineering platoon saluted and loudly reported to his superior:

"After investigation and referring to the information provided by the county police station... it was the confession of the 70-year-old man's son when he turned himself in."

"We have confirmed that there are more than just a few mines buried under this dirt road in the village."

"In fact, there are bombs under the entire road that runs through Cai Village."

Upon hearing this, everyone around gasped.

"so."

The engineering captain swallowed hard and continued:

"Absolutely do not detonate on site!"

"If one of them is detonated, it could very likely trigger a chain reaction, causing a secondary explosion."

"Given the density of this underground environment, if a secondary explosion occurs, not only this road, but the entire Mushroom Village would be blown to bits!"

Wang Dafa's face turned ashen, and he nodded.

"What should we do then?"

"We can only dig them one by one!"

The engineering captain said firmly:

"Manual excavation, bomb disposal one by one!"

"It's slow, it's dangerous, but it's the only way!"

The plan was approved.

The entire scene immediately sprang into action.

This is no drill; this is the real thing—plucking hairs from the nose of the King of Hell.

Even the normally well-trained soldiers were tense at this moment.

They began to be fully armed.

Wearing the heavy bomb disposal suit was quite cumbersome.

Someone carrying a mine detector began to cautiously advance forward.

Someone was lying on the ground, using a small brush to carefully clean the dirt.

Others immediately went to check the pile of bombs that Li Mo'an had dug out earlier, which looked like a small mountain.

Several experts surrounded the pile of bombs, scanning them with their instruments, each one looking on with trepidation.

"This technique... is amazing."

An elderly expert, gazing at the neatly stacked landmines and shells, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:

"The bomb disposal was handled very well."

"And look at this incision, look at this technique... it would take decades of experience to do this."

After confirming that all the excavated bombs had been detonated and were temporarily safe, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time.

Li Mo'an, who was "involved" by the incident, along with Teacher Huang, the director, and others, has been asked to retreat to a safe distance of several hundred meters.

A long cordon was set up there.

Director Wang Yu was squatting on the ground, holding his head in his hands, still questioning the meaning of life.

Teacher Huang leaned against a tree, her eyes vacant, muttering to herself, "It's all over, it's all over."

Only Li Mo'an.

He maintained his calm demeanor.

He stood behind the cordon, his hands in his pockets, but his eyes were fixed on the engineering soldiers who were busy digging in the distance.

As he watched, he suddenly blinked.

Then, he turned to the director, who was crouching on the ground like a quail, and asked in a calm tone:

"Director Wang."

Wang Yu looked up blankly at him and let out a weak "Ah".

Li Mo'an pointed to the engineering corps in the distance, who were digging soil with great enthusiasm, and asked very seriously:

"The ground they're digging now, shouldn't that be considered mine too?"

Upon hearing this...

Wang Yuzheng was stunned, then his lips twitched wildly, and he was utterly speechless.

Don't even mention your digging!

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Shut up, you black-haired Li!"

And it was at this time...

Sudden.

A clear but distinctly angry voice

The speaker was a woman wearing a baseball cap, large sunglasses, and a large face mask.

It was Yang Mi.

Actually, Yang Mi had arrived long ago as well.

But she has been trying her best to minimize her presence.

but.

When she heard Li Mo'an ask, "Does the land they dug belong to me?", she couldn't hold back any longer.

In that instant, she felt her blood pressure spike.

What time is it?!

This dim-witted nephew is still thinking about his pathetic job.

Is this just being carefree? This is downright stupid!

So, she finally couldn't help but speak up.

Moreover, because he was so angry, he shouted out Li Mo'an's childhood nickname.

And Li Heiquan.

This nickname also has a story behind it.

When Li Mo'an was a child, he was so naughty that it was a real headache.

The character "默" in his name, Li Mo'an, can be broken down into "黑" (black) on the left and "犬" (dog) on ​​the right.

And this nickname is one that's always being used.

That was when I was in elementary school.

During class, he was so mischievous that he really annoyed the teacher. In a fit of anger, the teacher called him "Li Black Dog."

From then on, the name spread and became a nickname.

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

Meanwhile, the leaders responsible for persuading the villagers to hand over the bombs also began to take action.