Hearing this, everyone was absolutely stunned.
Just moments ago, they had been bracing for death, certain that the bomb strapped to the madman's chest would send them all to ashes.
But now, judging by his fury, his frustration, his desperate pounding on the now-inert device—it seemed Nadia had been telling the truth.
The bomb was truly dismantled!
Relief flooded through the hall like a tidal wave. Some officials slumped to the floor, trembling.
Others clutched their chests, gasping for air.
A few—those whose nerves had been pushed past their breaking point had visibly soiled themselves, though no one dared comment.
But then their relief curdled into something else.
Curiosity. Suspicion. They turned to Nadia with burning gazes, desperate to know how she had done it.
She had barely moved from her seat. She had touched nothing. And yet, somehow, the bomb had been neutralized.
Nadia herself didn't bother looking at them.
