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

The countdown starts.

The silver muzzle pressed hard against Meng Xue's temple.

Meng Xue knelt on the dusty bluestone slab, her down jacket tattered and torn.

The kidnappers, with a twisted sense of humor, used hemp rope to leave several red marks on her body, highlighting Meng Xue's budding, beautiful curves. Large patches of skin around her neck shivered slightly in the cold wind.

Her mouth was still stuffed with a rag, and she could only make muffled sobbing sounds.

Meng Xue kept crying, and in her heart she had already cursed this perverted third uncle who had suddenly appeared.

Meng Hu's face was already covered in sweat.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the silver pistol, veins bulging on his right arm.

Inside the main hall, the mercenaries from the Northern Cold Army had formed an arc-shaped encirclement, with all their submachine guns raised.

In the shadow of the crossbeam.

Chen Zheng leaned comfortably against a wooden pillar and took a sip of goji berry water.

The mercenaries below had stiff gun-holding postures, stood in close proximity without any sense of hierarchy, and had very poor tactical skills.

This bunch of people aren't even good enough to be sparring partners for Mulan's group of girls.

As for Meng Bao, who talks nonsense all the time, he's even more laughable.

These days, isn't the adage "villains die from talking too much" written in textbooks?

"Three seconds are up. Looks like Second Brother doesn't want his niece dead." Meng Bao sneered, his finger on the trigger.

Meng Yi, who was hiding on the other side of the beam, completely lost her mind.

Seeing her younger sister disheveled and on the verge of death, she unleashed the power in her leg muscles and plummeted down from the two-meter-high beam.

In mid-air, the bone knife at his waist was drawn smoothly, slicing out a cold light as it slashed fiercely at Meng Bao's wrist holding the gun.

This attack was extremely swift and decisive, clearly aimed at severing the arm.

However, although Meng Bao may seem like a refined scoundrel, his martial arts skills are in no way inferior.

Hearing a faint gust of wind overhead, he didn't panic at all. He used the momentum to lean back sharply, sliding his left leg back half a meter, narrowly avoiding the fatal blade.

His left hand reached out and precisely grabbed Meng Yi's throat, using the huge momentum of the dive to lift her up in mid-air.

"Meng Yi? Good niece, you've got quite the fancy move of falling from the sky." Meng Bao pushed up his glasses, his tone full of mockery. "I thought you were going to just watch the show."

"Back then, your foolish father was out of touch with reality and insisted on stopping me from getting rich. Are you going to follow in his footsteps today?"

A single, casual remark left Meng Yi's mind completely blank.

There have long been rumors within the family that the father died in an avalanche while hunting in the mountains.

It wasn't until this moment that she finally understood.

There was no natural disaster at all, only man-made one.

My father was killed by this very uncle.

Hatred and anger drove her to kick her legs wildly, trying to fight to the death, but her throat was tightly blocked, and she couldn't breathe in a single breath of oxygen. Her vision blurred.

Seeing her sister being captured, Meng Xue on the ground was so angry that she tried to stand up, but after seeing the dark muzzle of the gun in Meng Bao's hand, she chose to tactically endure.

"Get out of my way!" Meng Bao sneered, kicking Meng Xue to the ground. His arm muscles tensed as he pulled a dagger from his waist, preparing to pierce Meng Yi's heart.

At this critical moment.

"brute!"

Meng Hu suddenly let out a desperate roar.

This second uncle, whom Meng Yi had always regarded as a mortal enemy, completely ignored the muzzles of several rifles around him that could fire at any moment. His massive body burst forth with extreme speed as he charged forward.

Without any attempt to dodge, he simply spread his arms and used his broad chest to block Meng Yi.

puff.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the thick flesh without any resistance and plunged into the chest.

Meng Hu convulsed violently, and blood gushed out, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

But there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. He gripped Meng Bao's wrists tightly with both hands, using all his strength to lock the latter, knife and all, firmly in place.

"You old bastard, you're asking for it!" Meng Bao's facial muscles convulsed in pain as he raised his right knee, ready to smash it hard into Meng Hu's abdomen.

On the crossbeam, Chen Zheng, who hadn't expected Meng Hu to be so decisive, quickly set off.

His body quickly fell to the ground, and in the fraction of a second that Meng Bao was about to lift his foot, his leg muscles instantly burst out with tremendous force, and he quickly appeared beside the latter.

boom!

The fist tore through the air and landed squarely on Meng Bao's chin.

This mastermind, who had meticulously planned and controlled the entire situation for twenty years, didn't even have time to say his last words before his entire jawbone and skull were shattered on the spot by this enormous force.

Its face was completely caved in and collapsed, and its feet left the ground as it flew backward, breaking two wooden pillars in succession before finally crashing heavily onto the mahogany table where the tiger skeleton was enshrined.

Wood chips flew everywhere, incense ash filled the air, and red wax rolled all over the ground.

Meng Bao also collapsed in the ruins, completely silent.

Ignoring the burning pain in her neck, Meng Yi gasped for breath and turned to face the frenzied barrage of fire from the Northern Cold mercenaries.

But the next second, she froze.

Inside the main hall, apart from Chen Zheng, who was clapping his hands and slowly walking over, there wasn't a single enemy standing there.

The seven or eight fully armed Northern Cold mercenaries who had been so menacing just moments before were now lying dead on the bluestone slabs.

Everyone has a fatal pit in their carotid artery; before they even have a chance to pull the trigger, they silently go to meet the King of Hell.

Meng Yi swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down her spine.

That's incredibly fast.

Even if they aren't very professional, these are still eight professional mercenaries.

Even if you line them up and let someone chop them up, it will still take some effort.

When exactly did the instructors clear the area?

This level of combat power has completely exceeded the physiological limits of humans.

Meng Xue, lying on the ground, was also stunned, even forgetting to break free of the ropes binding her, her eyes fixed on Chen Zheng.

The shock in everyone's hearts had not yet dissipated.

Meng Hu's massive body lost its support, swayed and fell backward, crashing heavily into the pool of blood on the ground.

"Second Uncle!"

With bloodshot eyes, Meng Yi rushed forward and pulled him into a tight embrace as he collapsed.

The latter's wound was so deep that blood gushed out, staining his entire clothes red.

Meng Hu struggled to open his eyes, his right hand trembling as he reached into his robes, pulled out a Mountain God Token still warm from his body, and with his last bit of strength, stuffed it into his niece's palm.

"Yiyi..." Meng Hu's voice was very weak, his eyes gradually losing focus, yet revealing a sense of relief, "...Your sister, please..."

"Keep a close eye on her... don't let her follow in your father's footsteps..."

After giving his last words, this man from Northeast China, who was still concerned about his back until his death, let his arms fall limply and closed his eyes completely.