I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Ram leaned closer to take a look at the black blood the old man was spitting out, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Oh my goodness, this blood is so black. If Song Jia were here, she'd probably jump up excitedly and grab a test tube to catch it."

An Ran gripped the gun handle with her left hand, glanced warily at the door, and asked in a low voice.

"Instructor, can we trust this old man?"

Chen Zheng wiped his hands with a tissue and smiled slightly: "Whether you believe it or not is not important. Now that the Mountain God's Decree has appeared, we must find out the truth about this matter."

He scanned the entire room and, relying on the information he had gathered from the surveillance footage, began assigning tasks.

"Lamu, you're in charge of perimeter security and fire support. From the high ground I've given you, keep a close watch on all those hidden sentries. Call them out if they show themselves."

Ram picked up a tactical mask, nodded vigorously, and casually slung an assault rifle equipped with a high-powered scope over his shoulder.

"Anran, your right arm is injured, so you're not suited for intense close-quarters combat. Stay in the second line to cover the retreat route. Is it okay for you to shoot with your left hand?"

An Ran raised the specially made pistol in her left hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

As a top-tier soldier, her marksmanship had long since become muscle memory; killing a few mercenaries was a piece of cake for her.

Chen Zheng pulled a specially made pistol with a silencer from his tactical vest and handed it to Meng Yi.

"After tonight, you may have to deal with your own family members." She stared into Meng Yi's eyes and asked seriously, "Are you ready?"

The latter took a deep breath, took the pistol without hesitation, and skillfully pulled the slide to chamber a round.

"I would do anything for my sister."

It's 11 p.m.

The four men split into two groups under the cover of night.

Chen Zheng led Meng Yi silently to the back wall of the ancestral hall at the west end of the village.

He gave a tactical hand signal, then used his legs to propel himself up, nimbly vaulting over the more than two-meter-high brick wall and landing steadily in the backyard of the ancestral hall.

Meng Yi followed closely behind and landed on her feet.

The moment their toes touched the ground, three guards in camouflage emerged from the shadows of the stone sculpture, holding silenced submachine guns.

Six eyes met, and the guard opened his mouth, about to shout a warning.

Chen Zheng made a move.

Without any initial stance, all the muscles in his body tensed instantly, and he lunged straight at the guard in front of him.

Xingyiquan, Tiger Pounce.

His shoulder slammed into the guard's chest.

With a series of cracking sounds, the guard's chest caved in instantly, and his Kevlar bulletproof vest shattered into pieces.

The guard was sent flying backward, even crashing into a large tree behind him and snapping it in half.

The instant he knocked the first person away, Chen Zheng reached out with his right hand and precisely caught the silenced submachine gun that the person had released.

His arm swung in a semi-circle in the air, using the gun's momentum to chamber a round, and the muzzle instantly rose.

boom.

The gunshots were barely audible under the suppression of the silencer.

An even stranger scene unfolded.

After the two bullets left the barrel, they drew two bizarre arcs in mid-air that defied the laws of physics, precisely bypassing the stone pillar shelter in the courtyard.

Puff, puff.

The two guards, who were preparing to raise their guns to fire, were instantly sprayed with blood.

Before the scream could even escape his throat, Chen Zheng had already pounced on him.

He put two fingers together and made a cut on each of their carotid arteries.

The two guards rolled their eyes and slumped limply onto the cold bluestone slab.

The entire raid was swift and efficient, without any delays, taking less than five seconds.

Three fully armed elite mercenaries were rendered completely incapacitated before they could even disengage their weapons.

Meng Yi, who was hiding behind, felt her heart race and cold sweat seep from her palm as she gripped the pistol.

This is...

Even though they already knew that Chen Zheng was extremely powerful, every time they saw him, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

This incredible physical prowess, combined with the internal strength of traditional Chinese martial arts and the ultimate killing techniques of modern firearms, makes killing a truly delightful spectacle.

After eliminating the outer sentries, the two of them crept along the wall and silently infiltrated the main hall of the ancestral hall.

The main hall was brightly lit.

On the altar in the very center sits a huge skeleton of a white-browed tiger, exuding a chilling aura.

Below the skeleton, a burly man with a full beard stood there.

The burly man was Meng Yi's second uncle, Meng Hu.

Around Meng Hu, seven or eight fully armed Northern Cold mercenaries were slowly approaching him with automatic rifles in hand, their dark muzzles all pointed at him.

In his hand, Meng Hu held a sharp hunting knife tightly, and was sweating profusely as he cut the thick hemp rope tied to the pillar of the ancestral hall.

Following the hemp rope, a gaunt old man was tightly bound to a pillar. He had a full head of white hair and was none other than Meng Yi's grandfather, Meng Shanhe.

Upon seeing this scene, Meng Yi's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and she instinctively wanted to pull the trigger and rush out to fight for her life.

Chen Zheng reacted quickly, grabbing Meng Yi's shoulder and forcibly pressing her into the shadow of the beam, then shook his head slightly.

Suddenly, the wooden door on the side of the ancestral hall was kicked open from the outside.

A middle-aged man dressed in a well-tailored suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in slowly.

He walked up to the tiger skeleton, slowly looked at Meng Hu who was only now realizing the situation, and a cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Second brother, you've kept Father's inheritance to yourself for twenty years. Shouldn't you pay it back now?"

"If you hand over the Mountain God's Token, I promise to spare your poor niece."

Meng Hu stopped cutting the rope, suddenly raised his head, and stared intently at the man in the suit in front of him, his eyes filled with anger.

"Meng Bao! You heartless and insane beast!"

Meng Hu roared through gritted teeth, the veins on his thick neck bulging.

"You were the one who conspired with outsiders to kill our elder brother back then, and now you dare to come back and seize the Meng family's ancestral property!"

Meng Yi, who was hiding on the crossbeam, froze on the spot, her mind going blank.

The real mastermind behind it all turned out to be Meng Bao, the third uncle who had been missing for twenty years.

All the hatred, kidnapping, and threats were a vicious scheme orchestrated by Meng Bao.

Meng Bao was publicly scolded, but instead of getting angry, he managed to squeeze out a look of enjoyment on his face.

He raised his right hand, which was wearing a white glove, and snapped his fingers lightly.

Two mercenaries from the Northern Cold Army dragged a girl, bound hand and foot, out of the shadows in the back hall and threw her hard onto the bluestone slab.

The girl had a rag stuffed in her mouth, her face covered in tears and bruises, and her clothes were torn in several places. She was Meng Xue, Meng Yi's half-sister.

Meng Bao slowly pulled a silver Desert Eagle from his pocket.

Without hesitation, he pressed the muzzle of the gun against Meng Xue's temple and pressed down hard, causing the girl to let out a painful whimper.

"Stop talking nonsense, my patience is very limited."

Meng Bao deflected the pistol's hammer with his thumb, making a crisp click.

"Three seconds: pay or not?"