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

Chen Zheng casually tossed the heavy explosion-proof box onto the ground.

The surface of the enclosure is covered with an anti-radiation coating, and the edges and corners are all made of high-strength titanium alloy in one piece, which is very difficult to obtain even today.

Ram curiously stepped forward and knocked hard on the lid of the box.

"Instructor, why doesn't this thing even have a keyhole?" She circled the box, then exclaimed in surprise, "Should we just take it back to base and slowly pry it open with a plasma cutter?"

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes: "Take it back? If it contains a high-sensitivity anti-personnel bomb, we'll all have to set off fireworks on the transport plane. I'm not going to be responsible for collecting your corpses then."

An Ran, holding a gun in her left hand and keeping watch over the surrounding passageway, immediately turned her head upon hearing this: "Then what should we do? Although we don't know where Meng Yi's father got it from, this is a military-grade explosion-proof box. It can't be opened without professional demolition tools."

Chen Zheng did not answer, but simply stuffed the thermos cup in his hand into Ram's arms.

The muscles in his right arm suddenly tensed, and the veins under his sleeve bulged out.

He suddenly spread his five fingers wide, and his fingertips dug hard into the gaps on the edge of the explosion-proof box.

With a metallic tearing sound, Chen Zheng actually ripped a huge gash in the titanium alloy explosion-proof box with his bare hands.

The mechanical lock cylinder completely shattered, and gear parts were scattered everywhere.

Ram silently swallowed her words.

Meng Xue's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

She had never seen Chen Zheng fight thirty-seven opponents at once, so she didn't have a deep understanding of Chen Zheng's strength.

The lid of the box was completely opened.

A pungent odor wafted towards us.

There was no gold or silver treasure or pile of top-secret documents inside, as many people had imagined.

There was only a yellowed diary and a few glass test tubes tightly wrapped in shock-absorbing foam.

The test tube contained a dark green liquid, with blurry Japanese characters printed on the tube wall, along with a striking red skull and crossbones logo.

Driven by curiosity, Ram stretched out his half-finger to reach for the vial of reagent.

"What is that green thing?"

Without any hesitation, Chen Zheng slapped Ram's hand hard across the back, turning Ram into Tom.

"If you want to die, don't drag everyone down with you. If you're too lazy, I'll chop you off." His gaze was icy, and the Grandmaster-level potion-making in his mind was activated, instantly matching the composition and characteristics of these vials of liquid.

Chen Zheng stared at the skull and crossbones symbol, his tone more solemn than ever before.

"This is probably the first cultured strain left behind by Japanese people who secretly conducted human biochemical experiments in Northeast China back then. It still contains a deadly virus that has been artificially mutated."

An Ran's expression changed, and her left hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the gun handle: "Biochemical virus, this place was actually a laboratory used by the Japanese for experiments back then?"

Chen Zheng nodded and pointed to the liquid in the test tube, saying, "This stuff is very resilient. Even after being frozen at tens of degrees below zero for so many years, it is still not completely dead."

"If Ram had dropped and broken a tube just now, and that thing had come into contact with the air, there probably wouldn't be a single survivor within a hundred miles."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in unison.

Meng Xue was so frightened that she shrank back behind An.

Ram retreated repeatedly, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"My God, I almost blew up the whole Northeast just now..." She swallowed hard, obediently retreated to the corner of the wall, and dared not move an inch more.

Meng Yi's gaze did not linger on the deadly virus, but instead fell upon the yellowed diary.

Chen Zheng picked up the diary, casually brushed off the ice crystals on the cover, and handed it to Meng Yi.

The latter took it with trembling hands and carefully turned the fragile pages.

The handwriting in the diary was crooked and looked like it had been written with a stick of charcoal that the author carried with him.

Anran shone the beam of her tactical flashlight onto the paper.

The truth on paper, spanning twenty years, has been revealed to the public.

Meng Yi read it word by word, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

It turns out that back then, Meng Lin was tracking a rare mutated albino wild boar when he ventured alone into this uninhabited area and accidentally fell into this abandoned underground facility.

Before he could find a way out, he encountered a group of fully armed mercenaries.

Meng Lin, a seasoned hunter, possessed exceptional stealth and tracking skills, and overheard the mercenaries' conversation from the shadows.

They learned that these people were hired by foreign forces in the Northern Cold to excavate biological weapons left behind by the Sakura Kingdom for research.

If these vials of virus were to be carried out, it would inevitably cause a human tragedy of widespread death and destruction.

As an ordinary hunter from Northeast China, Meng Lin could have used the terrain to his advantage and slipped away quietly, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

But this rough-around-the-edges man chose the most difficult path.

The last few lines of the diary were illegible due to extreme cold, hunger, and severe injuries.

"There are more than thirty guns outside, and all I have is a broken barrel. Fighting them head-on would be suicide."

"But I am a hunter from Changbai Mountain, and I absolutely cannot let outsiders ruin this clean and tidy forest."

"I found the ammunition depot and blew up the main passageway with explosives. Now only this last iron gate remains."

"I strapped all the remaining detonators and explosives to the chair, and I'm holding the detonator in my hand."

"If those bastards dare to push the door open, I'll take them all to the Western Paradise to see the snow."

There were two last lines, written with great effort.

"Yiyi, Dad didn't disgrace the Meng family."

"Live well, don't be like your father."

"Daddy loves you."

The diary ends here.

Meng Lin sat on this wooden chair, his foot on the detonator. In the extreme cold and hunger, he exhausted his last breath and froze into a dried corpse.

Single-handedly, he contained a potentially world-shaking biohazard crisis within the dark basement.

Seeing this, An Ran's eyes also reddened, and her left hand clenched into a fist.

These are the true unsung heroes.

There are no dazzling medals, no honors that command the respect of thousands.

All that remains is twenty years of infamy and a cold, dried-up corpse that can never return home.

Ram burst into tears: "Holy crap, that's so manly, waaaaah..."

Meng Xue knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

The pent-up frustration of being kidnapped over the past few days, coupled with her longing for her father, finally erupted, and she slammed her forehead heavily against the ground, again and again.

Meng Yi did not burst into tears.

She gripped the diary tightly with both hands, and two lines of clear tears silently slid down her cheeks.

Twenty years of resentment, confusion, and humiliation weighed heavily on her heart, turning her into a taciturn woman.

Now that the truth is out, everything has turned into pride.

My father is a towering hero.

Chen Zheng stood aside without making a sound to disturb him.

Even a seasoned veteran of life and death couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for such a pure and honest man.

This is the backbone of the Chinese people.