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

Hearing her father being praised, Meng Yi's first reaction was joy, but the next second she was overcome with sadness.

Chen Zheng took out the four Mountain God Tokens he had collected earlier from his pocket.

With a flick of his wrist, the three Mountain God Tokens fell into the hands of Meng Yi, Lamu, and An Ran respectively.

The four people stood in front of the four stone pillars, with clear boundaries between them.

"On my command, put the Mountain God Token inside together."

An Ran held the beast bone in one hand, while Ram and Meng Xue also gripped their tokens tightly. Cold sweat streamed down their foreheads, but they still nodded slightly.

"Three, two, one, release!"

Click.

All four Mountain God tokens were simultaneously pressed into the grooves of the stone pillar.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at their feet; the sound of their heartbeats could be clearly heard in the dark passage.

Several seconds passed. The passage remained completely silent.

"Is it expired and they're not honoring it?" Ram asked, her voice trembling with tears. "This thing has been sitting for twenty years; the internal parts are probably rusted to death by now."

Chen Zheng shook his head and lifted his right foot off the landmine.

"Don't move!" An Ran exclaimed, her left hand instinctively reaching out to pull him away.

Meng Yi was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly and hugged her younger sister tightly as they waited for the explosion.

However, the expected fire and explosion did not occur.

The floor tiles, no longer under pressure, slowly bounced up, making a dull, clicking sound.

Meng Yi opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at the unharmed Chen Zheng.

The latter stepped forward, casually brushing away the dust from his fingertips.

"The moment the Mountain God Token was placed, the underground mechanism was activated, using its sturdy internal components to jam the mine trigger." As he spoke, he smiled at the still-shaken crowd, "You all underestimated the wisdom of a master hunter."

Upon hearing this, Ram carefully moved his foot away.

Once he was sure it was safe, he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Drill instructor, could you please give me a heads-up next time? I'm getting old and can't take a scare."

……

With the crisis averted, the team regrouped and continued their incursions.

After passing through the dark passage, the view gradually opened up.

The spacious basement was neither heavily guarded nor had any other traps.

In the very center of the room, there was only a single, dilapidated wooden chair.

Chen Zheng stepped forward slowly, his tactical flashlight shining directly onto the wooden chair.

A shriveled and dehydrated human corpse sat upright on it.

The mummified corpse was draped in an old-fashioned green military coat, its body covered in thick frost, with even its eyebrows and hair turned into icicles, clearly indicating that it had been dead for a long time.

His arms were twisted and wrapped around his chest, desperately protecting a black lead explosion-proof box. The anti-radiation warning label on the surface of the box was still faintly visible.

Following the hem of the coat, one could see dozens of complex wires wrapped around the soles of the mummified corpse's feet.

The end of the wire was connected to a ring of high explosives, completely encasing the wooden chair base.

The dried-up corpse's fingers were tightly resting on a red detonator button.

An Ran felt a chill run down her spine.

As a seasoned special operations captain, he immediately recognized it as a mixture of military-grade high explosives.

Look at that huge amount of explosives; it's enough to overturn half a mountain.

The moment Meng Yi saw the face of the dried corpse, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

The familiar features of his eyebrows and eyes remain clear even after he has turned into a dried-up corpse and been eroded by twenty years of time.

That was the face that appeared in my dreams countless times, and that I would wake up with resentment countless times, wanting to kill it.

The bone knife slipped from her palm and smashed to the ground.

Meng Yi's knees slowly knelt down as well.

Twenty years in total.

Everyone in the family firmly believed that their father, Meng Lin, was a greedy gambler who went into the mountains alone for the treasures he found there, and tragically died in an avalanche.

This also led to Meng Yi growing up amidst the cold stares and ridicule of her clansmen.

He diligently honed his hunting skills in the deep mountains, all to prove to everyone that he was completely different from his greedy and incompetent father.

That lingering resentment, the humiliation of watching her mother smile and borrow money from relatives and friends to raise her children from childhood.

Until this moment, the truth came to light.

My father never coveted any gold or silver, nor did he abandon his family.

Deep within this dark and cold basement.

He sat alone on a wooden chair, his feet planted on high explosives.

Silently serving as the gatekeepers of the last line of defense in the forbidden area of ​​Changbai Mountain!

They would rather freeze to death than let the secret in their arms fall into the wrong hands and harm the world.

Upon seeing this, her eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

Meng Xue stood there, staring blankly at the mummified corpse draped in a military overcoat, and let out a cry.

The sisters' shouts echoed through the basement, and the emotions suppressed for twenty years finally erupted at that moment.

"dad!"

Meng Yi braced herself with both hands on the ground and lunged desperately at the wooden chair.

But the next second, a large, thick hand gripped Meng Yi's trembling shoulder tightly.

With a slight exertion of his arm muscles, Chen Zheng forcefully pressed the nearly irrational Meng Yi to the spot.

"calm."

Meng Yi looked up with tears in her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.

"Take a look at the bottom of your feet." Chen Zheng's gaze swept over the complex wires. "This high explosive device is not only connected to the button, but also to a highly sensitive gravity sensor and a mercury level."

"If you pounce on it now and break the balance of the wooden chair, or if the stiff finger resting on the detonator shifts, this place will explode instantly."

"What your father fought so hard to protect will also vanish."

The explosives, which were twenty years old, became unstable due to moisture and ice buildup.

Let alone violent contact, even a loud footstep or a trace of static electricity generated by the friction of clothing could very likely trigger a chain reaction of explosions.

Such a dangerous pile of bombs means that even bomb disposal troops have to write their wills before going into action.

Meng Yi stood frozen in place, biting her pale lips tightly, but dared not move an inch.

Meng Xue was so frightened that she immediately stopped crying and leaned gently against An Ran's shoulder.

Chen Zheng released his hand and stuffed the thermos into Ram's arms.

Then, he gently moved his wrists, took a step, and calmly walked towards the wooden chair.

"Instructor, you can't go!" An Ran quickly spoke up to stop them. "The explosives are already brittle and deteriorated. They'll explode at the slightest touch. There's no room for error."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Zheng had already knelt down on one knee in front of the dried corpse.

He narrowed his eyes, his mind's Skynet core database and blasting technology operating at high speed, analyzing the direction of the wires in front of him, the precise equivalent of the explosives in each part, and the mechanical structure inside the detonator.

Just a minute later, Chen Zheng stretched out his hands and directly reached into the complex circuitry with his bare hands.

His fingers moved swiftly, precisely pinching several deadly detonating wires and severing the copper wires attached to them.

Then, disconnect the mercury level, lock the gravity sensing valve, and remove the detonator fuse.

Every step of the operation perfectly avoided all the trigger points, demonstrating meticulous control over power.

An Ran stood behind, stunned.

As a special forces soldier, she was well aware of just how difficult it was to defuse these old explosives.

Chen Zheng's superb skills and speed at this moment almost overturned her entire understanding of the explosives profession.

Another half minute later.

Chen Zheng slowly withdrew his hands and casually brushed away the dust from his palms.

He straightened up, reached out with both hands, and steadily pulled the heavy black explosion-proof box from the mummified corpse's embrace.