Wife is safe, cute baby makes trouble in the world of special forces.

Fang Tangjing was helpless.

His palms holding the phone were covered in cold sweat, and the plastic body was soaked with sweat, making it almost slippery and difficult to hold.

This matter was out of his control from the moment Director Wen showed up with a copy of the video and "fought" for Chen Haonan.

Mr. Ye from the military department was personally keeping an eye on him. Not to mention that he was the presiding judge of a military court, even the commander of the Southeast Military Region had to be cautious in front of that old leader.

In front of Chen Haonan, he didn't dare to delay for even a moment. His fingertips trembled twice on the dial pad before he dialed the encrypted number for the military.

The moment the call was connected, he quickly put the phone to his ear, unable to suppress the panic in his voice: "Mr. Ye! It's me, Fang Tangjing! This is the military court..."

Mr. Ye saw what happened in the court through the live broadcast. When he saw Fang Tangjing calling, he started cursing.

"Fang Tangjing! Look at what you look like now! A military court is a serious place, and now someone's running wild with explosives. What are you still standing there for? Waiting for me to come over and clean up your mess?"

Fang Tangjing glanced at Chen Haonan beside him.

The other party was leaning on the edge of the table in the courtroom, his back against the cold wooden table. The bundle of black "explosives" on his chest was tightly wrapped with three layers of black tape, shining coldly under the incandescent light.

It's clearly a relaxed posture, but it looks like a cheetah ready to pounce.

The child's eyes were half-closed, his gaze fixed on the national emblem in the center of the courtroom. He seemed nonchalant, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that made people afraid to approach him.

Fang Tangjing quickly lowered his voice and leaned over to the phone to explain hastily, "Mr. Ye! It's not that I don't care! Chen Haonan is still wrapped in explosives, and no one can guarantee that they are fake! There are dozens of soldiers, clerks, and special forces in the courtroom. If we force our way in...if someone dies, I won't be able to explain to the military!"

"Human life?" Mr. Ye's tone suddenly rose, with an unyielding firmness that brooked no argument. Even over the phone, one could clearly hear the sound of him slamming his hands on the desk. "Don't talk to me about human life! I don't believe a baby would dare to detonate a bomb. Now, have the guards on standby downstairs rush in and arrest him!"

Fang Tangjing's sweat streamed down his temples, soaking the collar of his military shirt and feeling cold against his skin. He was so anxious that his voice changed, almost pleading: "Mr. Ye! You really can't force this! Chen Haonan just threw a smoke bomb, and he still has some tricks up his sleeve. If the guards rush in rashly, if he really pulls the fuse of the explosives... everyone in the courtroom will be buried with him! And the people from the Thunder Commando were scared by him just now and hid under the table. No one can help!"

"No one's helping?" Elder Ye's tone suddenly rose. "Fang Tangjing, I think you're scared out of your wits! A young boy, you really dare to gamble with your life? I'm telling you, there's no room for negotiation! Immediately have the guards on standby rush in and pin him to the ground!"

"It's really not possible, Mr. Ye!" Fang Tangjing's voice changed. Cold sweat flowed down his temples, soaking the collar of his military shirt, and it was so cold on his skin that it made him feel bone-chilled.

"Chen Haonan just threw a smoke bomb. He was so agile that the Lightning Commandos were so scared that they hid under the table! If the guards rushed in rashly, and he got really anxious..."

"Thunderbolt Commando?" Ye Lao's voice was filled with sarcasm. "A bunch of useless soldiers who only live off the military payroll, can't even heal a child? Fang Tangjing, remember this: you are the presiding judge of the military court, not a weakling protecting the prisoner! No matter what method you use, tranquilizer gun, stun gun, even if you lose your life today, you must control that child first!"

"This is the military, not a place for Chen Haonan to run wild! Threatening military discipline with explosives is rebellion! Not letting the guards shoot on the spot is already giving the Southeast Military Region enough face!"

Fang Tangjing was completely stunned. He held the phone to his ear and wanted to let go as if it was burned, but he didn't dare.

Mr. Ye’s words hit his heart like a sledgehammer, and every word made his scalp tingle.

He could imagine what Mr. Ye looked like at the moment: sitting behind a large mahogany desk, tapping his fingers on the table, his brows furrowed, his eyes cold enough to kill.

Not to mention Mr. Ye, anyone who sees a nine-year-old child with explosives all over his body making threats would be furious.

Fang Tangjing subconsciously took a step back, and his back hit the chair in the judge's seat, making a slight "clang" sound, which finally caused Chen Haonan to look away from the national emblem.

When Chen Haonan swept over, Fang Tangjing felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Mr. Ye... this is really too risky. How about we wait a little longer? Wait until the bomb disposal experts arrive..."

Fang Tangjing wanted to persuade him again, but Elder Ye issued a final ultimatum: "I'll give you three minutes! If I don't see Chen Haonan being apprehended on the surveillance camera in three minutes, you'll quit your job as presiding judge. Pack up your things and report to the border post. Don't even think about returning to the military headquarters in this lifetime!"

The phone was hung up with a "click", and the busy tone buzzed in the receiver like countless mosquitoes flying around my ears.

Fang Tangjing's hand holding the phone was still shaking, and he didn't even notice that the screen had gone dark.

He froze in place, his mind blank.

After Mr. Ye said this, he had no room to refuse. However, Chen Haonan looked like he could overturn the court at any time. Not to mention three minutes, even if he was given thirty minutes, he might not be able to catch him.

Fang Tangjing looked down at the screen of his mobile phone, on which was still the call record of Mr. Ye's phone call. The words "Mr. Ye (Military Headquarters)" in the remarks column pierced his eyes like needles.

At this moment, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Chen Haonan's mind.

"Ding! The host's current situation has been detected to be critical, meeting the triggering conditions for the emergency mission reward, activating the reward mechanism."

Chen Haonan was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, the skill was triggered under these conditions.

Chen Haonan remained leaning against the edge of the table calmly, glancing at Fang Tangjing out of the corner of his eye.

The other person was still staring at his phone, the sweat on his forehead almost flowing down to his chin.

The members of the Thunder Commando Team huddled in the corner, Tianlang hugged the back of the chair, Old Fox closed his eyes and muttered to himself, and Lei Zhan stared at his "explosives" with fear and hatred in his eyes.

After making sure no one noticed his abnormality, Chen Haonan muttered to himself, "What reward?"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the 'Big Black Explosion' skill. This skill includes core abilities such as military explosives mixing, homemade bomb making, precise blast point positioning, and explosion scene simulation. Would you like to integrate it immediately?"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the opportunity to enhance his physical fitness. The host's current physical attribute is 5, which can be increased to 6 after enhancement. All attributes will surpass the limits of human special forces. Do you want to enhance it immediately?"

Chen Haonan raised his eyebrows and quickly calculated in his mind.

The system didn't trigger it earlier or later, but chose to send the "blast" skill at this moment, obviously letting him use it to break the deadlock.

He glanced down at the explosives on his chest and without hesitation, responded in his mind: "Merge the skills immediately and strengthen them immediately."

The next second, countless knowledge about blasting flooded into his mind like a tide, without any pause, and was directly engraved into the depths of his memory, as if he was born to know it.

For example, after he modified the precise ratio of military explosives, its power could be increased by 40% and the residue after the explosion could be reduced.

In addition, the detonation logic of different materials, for example, copper detonators detonate 0.3 seconds faster than iron detonators, can generate 20% more shock waves in a confined space, and are most effective against buildings.

And the method of making homemade bombs. The opening of a can can be cut to serve as the bomb body, and then filled with clay blocks and a small amount of gunpowder. When it is thrown out, the sound and fire can be indistinguishable from the real thing.

They even learned how to use objects around them to create explosive effects. The outer covering of the lamp cord in the courtroom could be removed to make a fuse, and the spring in a pen could be used as a firing pin.

As long as he has these things, Chen Haonan can make a bomb that can blow off the roof within ten minutes.

What surprised him even more was the core feature of the "Big Black Blast" - it was not the pursuit of precise destruction, but "a grand scene and dark means".

For example, ten smoke bombs mixed with a small amount of gunpowder can create a smoke barrier covering 50 square meters, while generating a harsh noise of 120 decibels, enough to temporarily deafen the enemy.

Wrap a lump of clay with tape, sprinkle it with saltpeter powder, and throw it on the ground. The sound and white smoke that come out can fool even the most professional bomb disposal experts into thinking it's a real explosive about to explode.

He could even clearly "see" the structure of the entire courtroom: the load-bearing walls on both sides of the bench were about eighty centimeters thick, and the ventilation duct extended from the back door to the roof. As long as three holes were drilled in the concrete pillars below the bench and homemade explosives were stuffed in, the entire roof would collapse within ten seconds without hurting people around.

This is the "directional collapse" technique in the "Big Black Blasting", which can accurately control the explosion range.

It’s worthy of being called Big Black Explosion.

Chen Haonan felt like he had instantly become a master of blasting, able to detonate bombs with his bare hands in minutes.

The moment the strengthening ended, Chen Haonan subconsciously clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a crisp "cracking" sound, with enough force to crush hard stones.

He looked down at his palms—the skin remained the same, but it exuded a hidden explosive power. The calluses on the palms had become thicker due to strengthening, and felt like sandpaper.

This is the mark left by long-term gun handling and training, but now it has become a proof of his strength.

Chen Haonan knew very well that his current physical fitness had far surpassed that of the special forces king.

He can run the 50-meter sprint in under three seconds, which is faster than national athletes.

One punch can penetrate a ten-centimeter-thick wooden board, and if it hits a person, it is enough to break the ribs.

Even if he runs 50 kilometers continuously with weights in a cross-country race, his breathing will not be disordered, and his endurance is comparable to that of a marathon runner.

Not to mention the members of the Thunder Commando, even the top soldier in the world today would not be his match in terms of physical fitness alone.

Chen Haonan slowly raised his head, and the last trace of ease on his face completely faded away, replaced by a cold darkness.

Fang Tangjing didn't deliberately avoid him when he called just now, so he heard every word that Mr. Ye said clearly.

"Even if you die in court today, you must control that child first."

"Not letting the guards shoot him on the spot is already giving enough face to the Southeast Military Region."

These words pierced his heart like an ice spike, completely extinguishing any remaining thought that "it could be resolved properly."

Chen Haonan stood up straight, his military boots stepped on the floor, making a "dong dong" sound, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.

Lei Zhan was originally leaning against the wall, catching his breath. When he saw him move, he was so scared that he quickly shrank under the table. He didn't even dare to make a sound when his knee hit the table leg.

Tianlang held the back of the chair tighter, his knuckles turning white, and he didn't even dare to pick up the military cap that fell to the ground.

The old fox simply buried his face in his knees, muttering "Can't see me, can't see me", just like a frightened old hen.

Fang Tangjing was still staring at his phone when it suddenly slipped to the ground. The screen cracked and spread like a spider web.

It was not until Chen Haonan's shadow covered him that he suddenly came to his senses. He looked up and met a pair of cold eyes.

There was no anger or panic in those eyes, only a dead coldness.

Fang Tangjing was so frightened that his legs went limp and he almost sat on the ground. He held on to the ground with his hands and said in panic, "Chen... Chen Haonan, don't be impulsive! Mr. Ye is just angry. Let's talk it out. I'll call Mr. Ye and explain things to him..."

Chen Haonan ignored him and bent down to pick up the phone on the ground. Although the screen was cracked, it was still working.

He wiped the dust off the screen with his fingertips and looked at the call log. Mr. Ye's number was still at the top.

Chen Haonan did not dial the number immediately, but put the phone into his trouser pocket with a calm and unhurried movement, as if it was not Fang Tangjing's phone, but his own.

Then he walked to the front of the judge's seat, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the "explosives" on his chest with his fingertips. The black tape felt rough, and the saltpeter powder on the edge rubbed against his fingertips, which was a bit rough.

"Chief Judge Fang," Chen Haonan finally spoke. His voice was a few notes lower than usual, yet it carried a force that pierced through people's hearts. "The three minutes Elder Ye gave you are almost up, right?"

Fang Tangjing was stunned for a moment and quickly looked up at the wall clock.

The minute hand pointed exactly to 15 minutes, and two minutes and forty seconds had passed since Mr. Ye hung up the phone.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over and scrambled to his feet, trying to grab the phone in Chen Haonan's pocket, shouting, "Give it back to me! I want to call Mr. Ye! I want to tell him that you threatened me!"

Chen Haonan dodged his hand sideways, his movements as fast as a shadow.

Fang Tangjing missed his target and almost bumped into the table in the judge's seat.

Chen Haonan looked at his embarrassed appearance, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You want to call now? When Mr. Ye said he wanted you to die here, why didn't you tell him?"

"Compulsory measures? I want to see if your compulsory measures can stop me."

Chen Haonan's voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap exploding in the courtroom.

Fang Tangjing looked at the evil Chen Haonan in front of him and broke out in a cold sweat.

He was really afraid that Chen Haonan would detonate the bomb.

Finished!

Not only did Mr. Ye's toughness fail to suppress Chen Haonan, but it also forced the young wolf to show its fangs.

Chen Haonan ignored Fang Tangjing's thoughts

He moved his wrist, took out the other party's cell phone, and called Mr. Ye directly.

After the call was connected, Chen Haonan spoke word by word, his voice clearly carried throughout the courtroom, carrying a chilling power. "You are the superior officer? Mr. Ye, right? You're using the lives of everyone in the courtroom to force me to live with my child. Is this what you call 'military discipline'?"