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Chapter 967

Soon, the royal security guard rushed over, and when he saw the bomb, almost everyone's face changed drastically.

Two of them were preparing to transfer Ren Huang to leave.

"Don't touch him."

Xue Haotian scolded: "As soon as he moves, we will all die."

After saying that, Xue Haotian pointed at the bottom of Renhuang’s seat, where there was an induction device.

Once a person leaves this position, the bomb will explode instantly.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Haotian slowly took the dishes away, revealing the miniature bomb hidden under the pot.

This thing is only as big as a slap in the palm, but once it explodes, the room instantly turns into ashes.

It's enough to send them all to the West.

"Take, let's stand up slowly."

Xue Haotian held Shizi's arm and slowly got up. Fortunately, there was no problem with the two of them.

When the two of them successfully stood up, Xue Haotian quickly walked out of the room with the scepter.

Almost all the security members of the royal family poured in.

The leaders in charge of this place were also panicked and quickly called the doctors and emergency rescue personnel.

"Grandpa, what should I do?"

Shizi burst into tears anxiously.

"Don't worry, there are so many talents in the royal family, unplugging a bomb is nothing."

Xue Haotian Dao.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw dozens of fully armed personnel walking in.

Xue Haotian frowned. What does so many people go in? Not only can they not be demolished, but they will only get in the way.

More than an hour passed, but the bomb still had not been removed.

The entire royal family was sweating with nervousness.

Once this thing explodes and kills Ren Huang, it will shock the whole world and may cause panic in the entire Risang.

Because Emperor Ren not only represents the royal family, but also represents the entire Risang.

Emperor Ren was killed by a bomb attack, and the people below would never give up.

If one is not done well, it will cause riots, and the riots at that time will definitely be uncontrollable.

The global economy may also be affected.

Therefore, Emperor Ren must not die.

At this time, Shizi had already knelt on the ground, begging their God to bless his grandfather with peace.

Xue Haotian walked into the house and saw that the explosion-proof facilities had been set up.

Emperor Ren was wearing countless explosion-proof equipment, but this thing had no effect at all.

Only after the explosion, a whole body was left.

Xue Haotian saw hundreds of experts studying countermeasures, but when faced with this thing, he looked a little helpless.

"Husband, can you help grandpa?"

Shiko looked at him with a pleading look.

Xue Haotian glanced a few times and said, "This kind of bomb has excellent and high-end manufacturing techniques, and it is obvious that it was made by professionals."

"When I was in a prison in the deserted island, I learned to dispose of bombs with a bomb king."

"It happened that I've removed a few of this stuff."

Hearing this, Shizi became excited and asked him to help remove it.

Xue Haotian didn't want to care about this nostalgic business, but thought about the consequences of Emperor Ren's death.

It is very likely that there will be martial law in the country in Risang, and then the overseas Chinese compatriots in the local area will definitely be implicated.

Hundreds of thousands of people traveled thousands of miles away from their hometowns to survive abroad for a meal.

If he doesn't care about this, these hundreds of thousands of compatriots will starve to death.

"I saved your grandfather for the millions of suffering compatriots behind me."

Xue Haotian finished speaking and was about to come over and take over.

As soon as he walked over, dozens of security guards immediately blocked him from the spot, and the fierce and evil spirits almost fired a gun.
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