Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities-Chapter 583 - 0: Dangerously Retrieving the Bomb_1

"Do you know who I am?" A proud look appeared on Zhang Bin’s face. "I am Divine Doctor Zhang Bin. If there is one person in the world who can remove the bomb from your head, it’s me."

"So what if you’re Divine Doctor Zhang Bin? Does the bomb care who you are?" Yu Ruman said, annoyed.

"Hehe... It’s not up to you. You don’t have the ability to refuse." Zhang Bin let out a sinister laugh as he pointed a finger at Yu Ruman.

Yu Ruman found that she couldn’t move at all, not even a single finger.

Meanwhile, Zhang Bin picked up a scalpel and swiftly shaved her head completely bald, making her look like a nun.

Bastard, this absolute bastard... Does he really want to get my parents killed?

Despair was written all over Yu Ruman’s face, her eyes filled with sorrow. She had just learned her parents’ names and address, but now, they were about to suffer because of her—about to be killed by the Assassin Organization. This youth was a heartless bastard, utterly indifferent to life and death.

Zhang Bin, of course, paid her no mind. Instead, he activated his Spiritual Eye and began to conduct a thorough scan of her head.

The bomb was terrifying. Any attempt to remove it would trigger an explosion. Moreover, it would also detonate immediately upon receiving an external command. Zhang Bin was worried the Assassin Organization could use the bomb to learn what was happening here and find out that Yu Ruman had divulged many of their secrets. If so, they would certainly detonate it remotely, and this poor woman would die a miserable death.

How could he let such a thing happen? How could he stand by and watch such a beautiful woman become a corpse? He had to remove the bomb in a race against time.

Finally, he made a discovery. Embedded within her cranium was an object the size of a rapeseed, from which sprouted numerous filaments that were perfectly fused with the bone and the surrounding flesh.

Clearly, those filaments were a type of neural interface, capable of receiving commands and gathering data from the assassin’s brain to be transmitted back to the organization.

"What a refined piece of technology. Damn impressive," Zhang Bin said in awe. "What kind of ancient civilization invented this? It’s terrifying. To think it’s used specifically to control people."

Based on what Zhang Bin’s Spiritual Eye perceived, Tutu displayed a 3D model of the bomb on a virtual screen inside his mind. Tutu was also analyzing and running simulations.

"Tutu, this must be some kind of smart brain. It should be hackable. Give it a try," Zhang Bin said.

Without Tutu, no matter how advanced his medical skills were, he had no confidence he could remove the bomb without it exploding. To extract it, he had to sever the nerve filaments fused with flesh and bone, which would certainly trigger the detonation.

"Master, this is a rather primitive smart brain with very simple functions: detonate and relay commands. After an assassin dies, it collects some information and sends it back. But it does have its advanced aspects, namely its connection to the cranial nerves. If the filaments are cut, it will explode," Tutu explained. "It’s far more advanced than any current Earth technology."

"So, can you hack it?" Zhang Bin asked expectantly.

"Master, this smart brain is quite unusual. A successful hack is nearly impossible. I can only run interference. In other words, I can only delay the explosion. Once I begin, you must extract the bomb within ten seconds and throw it far away," Tutu said solemnly.

"Ten seconds is tight, but it’s worth a try." Zhang Bin’s expression turned serious.

Removing a bomb from a brain in ten seconds was a feat no doctor on Earth could accomplish. Because it was the brain, one couldn’t risk harming the nerves; every incision had to be made with extreme care. Otherwise, even if the bomb was removed, the person would be left in a vegetative state, making the effort almost meaningless.

However, Zhang Bin had used Longevity Qi to stimulate the god-level system in his arms and fingers, making his hand speed far surpass that of an ordinary doctor. He could actually challenge the ten-second limit.

He carefully observed the bomb’s position, meticulously planning the location and sequence of his incisions while running simulations in his mind. Based on his simulations, Tutu began calculating the time.

Finally, when Zhang Bin felt he was ready, he prepared to begin. Tutu immediately began running interference, emitting strange electromagnetic waves to disrupt the device. This was equivalent to injecting a virus to slow down the smart brain, which would naturally delay the explosion.

"Begin," Tutu’s voice echoed in Zhang Bin’s mind.

The scalpel in Zhang Bin’s hand flashed out like lightning, cutting into Yu Ruman’s head. He skillfully sliced open her scalp and severed some of the bomb’s nerve filaments. Then he began to wield the scalpel with a blinding speed that was impossible to follow with the naked eye. In a single instant, he made more than a dozen cuts, gradually going deeper to extract the bomb.

Dad, Mom, goodbye... farewell. I hope you can escape the Assassin Organization’s massacre. I hope this idiotic youth will actually move you to safety. Though she couldn’t move, Yu Ruman could of course feel Zhang Bin cutting into her scalp. Without a doubt, the bomb was about to explode and turn her head into a smashed watermelon. She wasn’t worried about Zhang Bin being killed by the blast; she had seen his armor and knew its defensive power was formidable. There was no way this bomb could hurt him.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2..."

As Tutu interfered, she counted down in Zhang Bin’s mind. Just as she reached "two," Zhang Bin finally extracted the bomb and fiercely hurled it into the distant corridor.

BOOM...

A massive explosion erupted, sending flames shooting in every direction and filling the air with acrid smoke. Its power was surprisingly great, no less than a hand grenade—perhaps even stronger. If it had exploded inside her head, wouldn’t it have been completely obliterated? Even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm could not have withstood it; their head would have been turned to dust.

Am I dead?

Yu Ruman, who had closed her eyes and waited for death, heard the explosion with a confused expression.

But why is the sound coming from the corridor? And why don’t I feel any pain? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She opened her eyes and saw that she was completely unharmed. Smoke was merely drifting from the corridor. She was stunned, standing there like an idiot. Could it be? Did he really remove the bomb and throw it into the corridor?

A victorious smile appeared on Zhang Bin’s face. He quickly set about healing her wound, using Longevity Qi to stimulate its rapid recovery. In just a few breaths, the wound had completely healed, not leaving even a single scar.

He put away the scalpel, released Yu Ruman from her paralysis, and said nonchalantly, "All done. The bomb is out. It was nothing special; nothing is too difficult for me, Zhang Bin. I can now officially declare you a free woman, beauty. You are no longer controlled and exploited by the Assassin Organization, and you don’t have to kill innocent people anymore. You can do whatever you want and live whatever kind of happy life you choose. Oh, and don’t worship me. I’m just a legend."

Tears of happiness streamed down Yu Ruman’s face, a look of pure ecstasy spreading across it as she shouted, "I’m not dreaming, am I?!"