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

Every three hundred meters or so, a new marker can be found in a very hidden tree hole or rock crevice.

The various deep and shallow carvings, strung together, resemble a final letter written in the wind and snow.

After crossing another icy ravine, Meng Yi found the final inscription of this tracing journey on a huge bluestone sheltered from the wind.

The carving here is very deep, and the characters have almost pierced through the hard stone.

Some of the dents even still have traces of blood that have long since weathered away, clearly indicating that the person who carved the inscription was on the verge of death and used up the last bit of strength in their life.

"Yiyi, if you're reading this, it means your father is no longer here."

"The items sealed in the forbidden area are of great importance and must not fall into the hands of anyone, not even the Meng family."

Meng Yi stared intently at the few lines of writing on the bluestone, her fingertips slowly tracing the surface, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The truth is being subtly revealed here.

Her father, Meng Lin, after learning what was inside the forbidden area, chose to walk down this deadly path to prevent the secret from being leaked and causing great trouble.

He was using his life to completely seal that door shut.

The cold wind howled through the valley.

Ram quietly approached An Ran, hunching her shoulders and whispering, "Captain, why don't you go up and comfort her? I'm afraid Yi Yi won't be able to handle it."

An Ran frowned upon hearing this.

Just ten steps away from the two of them, Meng Yi knelt on one knee in the snow in front of the last blue stone road sign.

This woman, who hadn't flinched even when facing the heavy firepower of the Northern Cold Mercenaries, now lowered her head, biting her lip tightly, remaining silent as the cold snowflakes fell on her shoulders.

It was a father-daughter conversation that came twenty years too late, and a silent farewell that transcended life and death.

At this moment, Chen Zhengcai walked slowly through the snow to Meng Yi's side.

He didn't offer any long words of comfort, nor did he adopt his usual sharp-tongued demeanor. He simply bent down slightly and gently patted Meng's shoulder.

"Don't cry."

"Tears will freeze."

"I didn't cry."

Meng Yi gritted her teeth and answered, then wiped her bloodshot eyes hard, gripped the bone knife tightly, and stood up again.

Her eyes regained their former sharpness, and even showed a hint of determination.

The arrow of the last road sign points directly to a steep cliff halfway up the mountain, completely covered in snow.

The four-person team quickly climbed down to the bottom of the cliff and stood still.

Meng Yi dug through the nearly half-meter-thick snow with her bare hands, revealing a wide crevice in the originally smooth cliff face.

The crevice is deep inside, connecting to a wide tunnel that extends downwards.

Ram curiously stepped forward, took out night vision goggles from his tactical backpack, and boldly ventured into the depths of the tunnel.

A few seconds later, she gasped sharply, and her hand holding the night vision goggles trembled.

"Holy crap... this isn't some natural, mysterious cave at all; it's all load-bearing walls made of reinforced concrete!"

"There's also a heavy-duty explosion-proof steel door inside; this is the entrance to a major construction project."

As she spoke, she swallowed hard and turned her head in astonishment.

Without hesitation, Chen Zheng led the three straight into the depths of the tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, a huge double steel door, about thirty centimeters thick and covered with rust, was tightly embedded in the wall, its gaps sealed shut by a thick layer of ice.

Even if you bring in a team of engineers, it might not be possible to open this level of blast door in a short time.

However, Chen Zheng was too lazy to look around for any mechanism to open the door.

He stepped forward, bent his knees slightly, and firmly planted himself in a horse stance, placing both palms on the surface of the steel door.

Ram opened his mouth wide, just about to remind the instructor not to waste his time.

The next second, Chen Zheng's waist muscles suddenly tensed up, his muscles bulged, and a tremendous force traveled from the soles of his feet to his palms, causing the cement ground beneath his feet to crack instantly with several fine cracks.

Accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound and the cracking of ice.

Chen Zheng actually managed to push the massive door, weighing several tons, open it inwards, creating a gap more than a meter wide!

Ram's hand, holding the night vision goggles, froze in mid-air.

Forget it, I'd better not interfere with what the instructors want to do in the future, lest I get embarrassed again...

As the heavy door slowly opened, a pungent chemical smell immediately wafted out.

Ram instinctively covered his mouth and nose and took a half step back, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Holy crap... what's that smell?"

Chen Zheng, however, didn't care at all and calmly stepped through the door first.

The powerful beam of the tactical flashlight instantly illuminated the darkness, revealing a corridor in front of them.

This place looks like a large, abandoned underground research institute that has been abandoned for many years.

The corridor floor was covered with a layer of dust, and various heavy experimental instruments were overturned and lying haphazardly on both sides.

The glass partitioned room was covered with cracked, spiderweb-like patterns, and the remaining warning signs on the walls had long since turned yellow and curled at the edges.

The three people behind him, despite the discomfort in their noses, followed him in.

An Ran's gaze swept across the ground, then her eyes narrowed sharply.

"Instructor, there are fresh tactical boot footprints on the ground. There should be guards here."

Chen Zheng waved his hand, then walked to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of a dusty electrical box.

He pulled a military-grade laptop from his backpack and forcibly connected it to the internal control board of the power distribution box using a special data cable, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

The green code on the screen scrolled rapidly.

Less than half a minute had passed.

With a low, rumbling motor sound emanating from deep underground, he activated the backup power supply that had been dormant in this underground research institute for twenty years.

One by one, the fluorescent tubes on the ceiling of the corridor flickered on, instantly illuminating the entire space.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zheng pressed the Enter key, and the laptop screen flashed twice, displaying more than a dozen monitoring screens.

The entire internal structure of the research institute was immediately revealed to everyone.

Ram leaned closer and glanced at it; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Holy crap, instructor, isn't that Meng Xue?"

Meng Xue, who should have been under the old man's protection, was now appearing on the surveillance footage.

She was now tied up again and was sitting on a metal chair in the core area of ​​the third underground level, writhing in exasperation.

The good news is that there was no one else around, at least no one else was tied up, although they might be dead.

Around Meng Xue, three fully armed guards dressed in the uniforms of the Northern Cold Mercenaries were setting up a defensive formation with submachine guns pointed at the stairwell, seemingly somewhat fearful.