"Aren't... aren't you scared?" Fubuki asked subconsciously.
Mr. KING glanced at her, not answering the question, but instead asked, "Can you locate those three sub-devices?"
Fubuki was startled, then nodded, "Yes! One is under a seat in the third carriage, one is in the restroom of the tenth carriage, and the other... is on the luggage rack in this carriage!"
Her psychic abilities allowed her to sense abnormal energy fluctuations.
"But there isn't enough time!" Fubuki's voice was filled with anxiety.
"Even if we split up, we can't disarm all three devices simultaneously within fifteen minutes, not to mention there's an enemy hidden in the shadows!"
Lin Mo ignored her shock and simply strode towards the carriage connection.
His steps were not fast, but each one was exceptionally steady, giving a sense of reassurance.
"Keep up."
These two simple words made Fubuki subconsciously follow. The members of the Blizzard Group behind her exchanged glances but also followed.
Lin Mo's target was clear: the bomb installed on the luggage rack.
He walked beneath the bomb and looked up at the device, which was flashing red.
It was a complex timed bomb, with countless wires of different colors interwoven, making it dazzling to the eye.
"It's useless!" The maniacal voice on the broadcast sounded again, "That's a specially made bomb! Unless you're a top bomb disposal expert, any wrong attempt will detonate it immediately!"
Lin Mo ignored him, simply staring at the device. He indeed couldn't defuse bombs, but he had his own method.
He slowly released his mental power, probing the bomb's structure.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly into a faint smile.
"Found it."
He reached out his hand, and under everyone's terrified gaze, instead of touching the complex wires, he directly gripped the bomb's hard metal casing.
"Crack."
A soft sound.
In an instant, the bomb was crushed into a lump.
Everyone's eyes widened, their hearts in their throats. No, why did he just grab it directly...? However, the deafening explosion everyone imagined did not occur.
The first bomb, disarmed.
The method was simple, brutal, and unheard of.
"No... impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
The voice on the broadcast showed undisguised terror and panic for the first time; the arrogant laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a trembling voice as if he had seen a ghost.
Fubuki and her subordinates were completely petrified; their mouths hung open, and their eyes seemed about to pop out.
Lin Mo expressionlessly threw the crumpled scrap metal on the ground, then turned and walked towards the tenth carriage.
"Next."
He strode towards the tenth carriage. The crowd automatically parted, creating a wide path for him.
"St-stop!"
On the broadcast, the voice sounded again, filled with undisguised terror.
"You... what kind of monster are you?! That's C4 plastic explosive, with a special alloy casing! How could you..."
Lin Mo still ignored him, walking directly through several carriages to the tenth carriage, entering the small restroom.
The second bomb was fixed to the toilet's cistern with strong adhesive; the red countdown clearly displayed "11:34."
"Don't touch it! This one has a pressure sensor! Any abnormal disassembly will..."
The culprit's warning was interrupted once again.
Lin Mo extended two fingers, and with a precision that was the exact opposite of the brute force he had just displayed, and incredibly fast, he inserted them into the most dense core area of the bomb's wiring.
"Beep––"
After a sharp, long beep, the countdown instantly froze, then went dark.
He had actually used two fingers to precisely destroy the bomb's power core!
This extreme control over power was even more chilling than the pure violent crushing from before.
The voice on the broadcast had stopped, remaining silent for a long time.
Lin Mo casually pried the now-inactive bomb off the cistern, tossed it into the washbasin like trash, then turned and walked out, continuing towards the third carriage.
Hellish Fubuki and her subordinates had completely become background scenery.
They mechanically followed behind Mr. KING, their minds blank.
A colossal wave surged in Fubuki's heart.
So powerful! Is he a hero too? Why have I never seen him?
At this moment, Mr. KING had arrived at the third carriage.
According to Fubuki's perception, the third bomb was located beneath a row of seats.
This time, he didn't even bother to bend down. He simply reached out a hand, grabbed the backrest of that row of seats, and lifted it gently.
"Creak––!"
The entire row of seats, along with the bolts fixed to the floor, was forcibly "pulled" from the carriage floor by him and casually tossed into the aisle.
On the exposed floor, the last bomb lay quietly, the countdown showing "08:49."
Lin Mo expressionlessly stepped forward, raised his foot, and then stomped down heavily.
"Crack!"
After a crisp shattering sound, everything fell silent.
The three sub-bombs were all disarmed in less than five minutes, each by a different but equally miraculous method.
Throughout the entire process, Lin Mo's breathing showed no disorder, and his heartbeat... No, his heartbeat was not entirely calm.
Just as the last bomb was crushed and silence fell upon the carriage, a strange and rhythmic rumble began to echo in everyone's ears.
Thump... thump... thump!
This sound carried an unparalleled sense of oppression, making everyone present feel as if their hearts were gripped by an invisible hand, almost unable to breathe.
"Wh-what is that sound?" A member of the Blizzard Group asked, his face pale and trembling.
Fubuki's pupils sharply contracted. She stared intently at Lin Mo's seemingly calm chest.
With her psychic abilities, she could clearly feel that the source of that terrifying sound was precisely there!
She immediately recalled the legend circulating among the Hero Association's higher-ups about Mr. KING—
When The Strongest Man on Earth truly gets serious, one can hear the sound of his core power operating, which people call... "Em-Emperor Engine!"
Fubuki painstakingly, syllable by syllable, squeezed the word from her throat.
Mr. KING!
This name instantly surfaced in everyone's minds!
After a brief, deathly silence, the carriage erupted in a thunderous cheer!
"Ah! It's Lord KING! It's really Lord KING! Then we're safe!"
"We're saved! We're saved!"
The passengers' fear vanished, replaced by the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and boundless adoration for the hero.
Unlike the others, the faces of the Blizzard Group members instantly turned pale upon hearing the words "Emperor Engine" and "Mr. KING."
They... had just tried to seize The Strongest Man on Earth's seat and had even spoken disrespectfully to him... They could only hope that Mr. KING... wouldn't mind...