This bomb was nothing like the cutting-edge devices they'd encountered before.

This time, it was more intricate, more cunning, with an arrangement that was both deceptive and, upon closer inspection, almost childish.

Yes, that was the word-childish.

Atop the delicate balance lay a common spherical dog toy, the kind that shouldn't be nudged in the slightest. A mere touch could set the whole thing off.

But who the heck puts a dog toy on a bomb? Especially one that squeaks.

"Vivienne, what's the situation in there?" Percival could only peer through the crack in the door, unable to see the full picture.

Vivienne held a pair of scissors in her hands, the familiar sight of the wiring giving her a sense of déjà vu.

Percival, getting no response, called out again, "Vivienne?"

Vivienne shook the scissors, "All good."

She got down on her knees, scanning the rainbow of wires before snipping one decisively.

Tick!

The toy fell off the balance, rolling across the floor and ending up under the desk with a soft thunk.

"Come on in," Vivienne said, placing the scissors on the table.

The bomb wasn't inherently difficult; it just appeared dazzlingly complex. In reality, it was still the red wire.

Percival entered, realizing he was sweating bullets. He had defused a thirty-second countdown bomb in his heyday without breaking a sweat, but this had unnerved him.

It wasn't until he heard Vivienne's voice that he understood just how frightened he'd been.

"It's not a new type of bomb, just an ordinary one with a fancy setup. Looks tough, but it's just a smoke and mirrors act."

suppressing a smirk. She looped her arms around Percival's neck, her alluring gaze

his face in her neck, inhaling

knew Percival

like we

students from Class Eighteen had

flashed in Percival's eyes, "I'm

not your fault." Vivienne gently patted his back, "This is the enemy's tactic.

on earth. And if anyone

belief wavered with

each other tightly, their

Tick-tock... tick-tock...

ticking broke the silence in

eyes narrowed as she located the

the desk. It was now pressing

the supposedly defunct bomb activated a countdown, rapidly ticking down to

off

shoved her towards the door and quickly locked

the door,

she knew what

blast with his body, buying her time to

damn door!" Vivienne kicked at the lock

the TCL lab were made of top-grade materials, impervious to brute

bomb in the far corner, using his

wanted was to buy Vivienne a few

kicked at the door with

Bang!

of smoke enveloped the office, followed by a sound akin to a popping

on the floor from the momentum, charging through the

"Mr. Wolf!"

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