119: Chapter 119 Art is Explosion, and My Neighbor is a Blonde with Big Wavy Hair

Ten minutes. For Lanna, who was in a desperate situation, it felt longer than a century.

She leaned against the cold pipe wall, breathing heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat, unsure if it was from the pain or the tension.

Her consciousness told her that she absolutely could not sleep. If she fell asleep, she would never wake up again.

Lanna's consciousness began to blur, but she stared fixedly at the hole, her ears perked up like a rabbit's, catching every slight movement from above.

Perhaps... the neighbor above was her only chance, and she had to grasp it firmly.

However, there was nothing. No chiseling sounds, no digging sounds, not even that strange "rustling" sound from before remained.

That mysterious "neighbor" above seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Was he putting on a show? Or was he truly fearless?

Lanna's heart was pounding.

She even began to doubt if she had made a wrong decision, gambling her life on a complete stranger she had never met.

And this person was very likely the "enemy soldier" who had infiltrated.

At this moment, in the ruins above her, Qin Feng was performing a true "art of micro-manipulation."

He didn't act like a common combat engineer, foolishly stuffing C4 directly into rock crevices. That was the behavior of a brute.

Art demands precision and elegance.

And he, at this moment, was controlling a small spider, like a highly skilled surgeon performing precise "pre-operative preparations" on that rock surface of less than one square meter.

From the tips of the spider's eight limbs, micro-cutting blades sharper than scalpels popped out.

"Zzzzz—" Accompanied by a faint and shrill sound, the cutting blades carved thin, almost invisible marks into the hard concrete.

These marks were not chaotic; rather, they formed a perfect mechanical structure resembling a spiderweb.

This was the principle of "shaped charge" cutting, a relatively advanced piece of technology.

By pre-carving guide grooves on the surface of the explosive, one could concentrate the energy of the shockwave onto these grooves at the moment of detonation, thereby forming an unstoppable metal jet and achieving a cutting effect with half the effort.

This was a top-tier technique that only the Special Forces of his past life would use when conducting precision obstacle clearing.

After finishing all this, Qin Feng carefully molded the C4 into a long, thin strip and precisely embedded it into the carved guide grooves.

Finally, he removed a short piece of wire and a micro-capacitor from the wreckage of the ghost drone to make a simple electronic detonator.

Everything was ready.

Qin Feng glanced at the system time; there were only thirty seconds left until the agreed-upon ten minutes.

He calmly controlled the spider and tapped on the pipe wall. "Cover your ears, miss. The fireworks show is about to begin."

Upon receiving this message, Svetlana shuddered.

Almost subconsciously, she tightly covered her ears with both hands, curling her body into a ball like a frightened hedgehog.

A smirk of successful mischief appeared on Qin Feng's lips. He pressed the detonator in his hand.

There was no earth-shattering roar. In fact, the sound was pitifully quiet. "Pfft!" A muffled sound, like someone passing gas, came from above.

Svetlana was stunned. That was... it?

The scene she had imagined, with the ground shaking and debris flying everywhere, had not appeared at all. Could it be... a failure? Was that guy really bluffing?

A surge of anger and despair at being played welled up in her heart. However, just as she was about to start cursing, "Crack... crackle..." a faint sound, like glass shattering, came from above.

She looked up abruptly. She saw that on the solid rock layer above, centered around the bowl-sized hole, fine cracks were rapidly spreading outwards like a spiderweb.

Immediately after, "Clatter—" A perfect, circular stone slab, about a meter in diameter with incredibly smooth and flat edges, drifted down from the ceiling as a whole.

It didn't even shatter; it landed intact, accompanied by a puff of dust, with a dull thud on the pipe not far in front of Lanna.

"..." Svetlana stared at this scene, dumbfounded, her mind completely blank.

She rubbed her eyes, momentarily thinking she was hallucinating due to blood loss.

This was demolition? This was practically magic! Such precision, such perfect cutting! It was just like cutting a piece of cake from the ceiling with a laser cutter! Even the metal pipe had been blown open.

At this moment, she could still smell a faint... almond scent drifting down from the newly appeared hole. That man... who on earth was he?

Just as she was shocked beyond measure, a figure nimbly jumped down from the hole, landing steadily on the circular stone slab without making a single unnecessary sound.

Lanna quickly took out the flashlight she had prepared. She had waited for this moment too long!

As a beam of light shone over, she finally saw the true face of the "neighbor." It was a young-looking Long Country man wearing an ill-fitting, mismatched outfit, with a few streaks of soot on his face, looking somewhat disheveled.

But his eyes were startlingly bright. Sharp, calm, as if they could pierce through a person's heart.

"Are you the Chef?" Lanna blurted out, speaking in Bear Country language.

The amount of information was too much; it almost fried her CPU. While she was sizing up Qin Feng, Qin Feng was also sizing her up.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, deep-set features; she was a standard beauty. Even though her face was pale and her lips were chapped at this moment, it was hard to hide her beauty.

Her figure was even more... well-endowed. Even wearing a baggy military uniform, it couldn't hide those proud curves. Especially the size of her chest, which made Qin Feng whistle internally. Goodness, that must be an F-cup, right?

A blonde bombshell, isn't this the standard female lead in a movie?

His gaze shifted downward, landing on her thigh. There, it was hastily bandaged with gauze, and dark red blood had already soaked through the bandage; clearly, she was seriously injured.

Beside her hand sat a military backpack, its zipper not fully closed, revealing yellow, block-shaped C4 explosives inside, as well as a few packs of compressed biscuits.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng's hand was already on his dagger. At the same time, Lanna's pistol was aimed at him. The two stared at each other, neither speaking first. The air was filled with an eerie silence and caution.

"Stop, don't come any closer!" Lanna panicked. It wasn't that she hadn't thought he might be an enemy soldier, but she had still held onto a glimmer of hope in her heart! Only now, seeing the other person's face, did she feel instantly hopeless!

"Take another step, and I'll shoot!" Lanna's hand holding the gun had already started to tremble; she was prepared to fight to the death. As long as the Chef took one more step forward. But unfortunately, Qin Feng didn't understand the Bear Country language.