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

Ram, who was walking in the middle, had her hands tightly tied behind her back, but her mouth never stopped for a second.

"Hey bro, why did you push me? Don't you know what it means to be gentle with a woman?"

"Damn it, are you tied up so tightly in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"You bunch of Russians just don't understand the rules. If you're going to tie someone up, why do you have to tie a tight knot? It's so tight that the blood can't circulate."

Those Slavs couldn't understand what she was saying at all, and could only get annoyed so much that their veins throbbed, and they gritted their teeth and growled that she should shut up.

Seeing this, Koram cursed even more fiercely, and even started commenting on the other person's appearance.

"Shut up? Why should I shut up? You come here to steal things and you think you're in the right?"

"Your eye sockets are so deep you could raise turtles in them. You must spend a lot of time hiding under the covers watching porn and staying up all night, right?"

"Let me go, let's fight one-on-one. If you're too scared to fight one-on-one, then don't talk nonsense."

The mercenary in front finally lost his patience, turned around, raised his rifle butt, and smashed it hard into Ram's back.

Before the butt of the rifle could even hit the ground.

Chen Zheng suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly, and stared coldly at the burly man.

"Touch my soldiers again, and I guarantee you won't even be able to dig potatoes in Siberia."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying killing intent.

Upon hearing this, the two-meter-tall Slavic man froze, his hand holding the butt of the rifle stiffening, and he didn't dare to bring it down.

Upon seeing this, Victor immediately gestured for him to step back.

The prisoners had a strange aura about them, which made people very uncomfortable.

Especially the man leading the group; he seemed like he could kill everyone present at any moment.

The procession continued onward.

Chen Zheng walked at the very front, his steps very steady.

An Ran looked up with red eyes, her gaze falling on Chen Zheng's back.

Even with his hands tied behind his back, his upright back still exuded a reassuring composure.

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened.

Chen Zheng's hands, which were tied behind his back, were not idle.

His index finger was pressed against the seam of his trousers on the outside of his thigh, tapping it at a very regular frequency.

Da, da da, da.

Da da, da.

An Ran's brain raced instantly, converting the knocking sounds into familiar Morse code.

"Please be patient."

Everything is under control.

Those few words instantly dispelled An Ran's panic.

……

A dozen minutes later, a secluded wooden cabin came into view.

The moment the wooden door was pushed open, a wave of heat rushed out, dispelling the chill from everyone's bodies.

This group of Slavs has clearly been operating here for a long time.

The room not only had a large stove, but also a large amount of war supplies and high-calorie food piled up in the corner.

Several burly mercenaries showed no mercy and pushed An Ran and the others to the innermost corner of the room.

Then, a burly man with a fierce face picked up the heavy explosion-proof box and slammed it onto the wooden table in the center.

He turned around, grabbed a thick crowbar from the pile of tools, walked to the wooden table, and prepared to use violence to pry open the treasure they had been searching for for twenty years.

In the corner.

Ram was pushed by the mercenary and stumbled. Before she could regain her balance, Meng Xue slipped and crashed into her back.

The former only felt a soft touch on his back, and was then thrown off balance by the huge cushioning force.

Ram turned around, looked at the still-shaken Meng Xue, and then glanced down at the other's impressive assets, which even her tattered down jacket couldn't hide, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Hey girl, could you move over a bit?"

"You've taken up way too much space; it's so crowded I can barely see what's in front of me."

Meng Xue was initially very scared, but after being bombarded with such lewd words by Lamu, she blushed deeply and could only stand against the wall, arms crossed, trying to minimize her presence.

Meng Yi had no interest in paying attention to Lamu at all.

She was slightly hunched over, her gaze fixed on the Slavic person closest to her.

He silently calculated the distance to lunge at the opponent and how to break the opponent's neck with his bare hands in half a second.

An Ran leaned against Meng Yi, her eyes scanning the room rapidly by the dim firelight.

There are three firing positions, two blind spots, and the ammunition box next to the stove can be used as cover.

Even with his right arm in a cast, this special forces captain maintained a high level of tactical proficiency, ready to cooperate with Chen Zheng at any time.

At this moment, beside the central wooden table.

The burly man had already raised the crowbar high, aiming it at the gap that had been torn in the explosion-proof box.

At this critical moment.

Chen Zheng made a move.

He walked straight to the wooden table, pulled over a wooden chair, and sat down casually.

With a flick of his right wrist, he placed his stainless steel thermos on the wooden table.

This sudden, composed action stunned all the Slavs in the room.

Before Victor could even ask a question, Chen Zheng looked at the burly man wielding the crowbar and said in fluent Slavic:

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that lock."

As he spoke, he leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"The box contains a self-destructing miniature explosive from twenty years ago, as well as a highly sensitive mercury triggering device."

"Without a specific password and special opening method, the high temperature generated by the explosion the moment you force it open will vaporize all the glass test tubes inside."

"At that time, all your hard work over the past twenty years will turn into a pile of ashes, leaving not even a trace."

Victor's sneer froze.

The burly man holding the crowbar trembled and looked at his boss with a look of terror on his face.

Chen Zheng was completely bluffing.

There were no miniature explosives in the explosion-proof box; the biggest threat was the biological and chemical viruses.

But this group of people in front of me has been searching for this thing for twenty years.

Victor, fearing the consequences, quickly gestured for his men to step back.

He strode to the table, placed his hands on it, stared intently at Chen Zheng, and coldly demanded in Russian, "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Zheng did not answer, but instead narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his mind, the core database of Skynet was instantly activated.

With powerful computing capabilities combined with Chen Zheng's superhuman observational skills, a comprehensive scan of Victor began.

On the left shoulder strap of his tactical vest, there is a distinctive inverted triangular wear mark, left by years of friction from a certain model of Russian paratrooper knife.

On the left side of his collar, half of a black eagle tattoo was faintly visible.

This reminded him of a military unit he had seen in a database when he was still working in a civilian position.

Chen Zheng smiled slightly and recited a series of numbers in Russian.

"The 29th Independent Airborne Regiment, 3rd Special Operations Battalion?"

Victor's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands, which were braced on the table, unconsciously tightened.

Without giving him time to question, Chen Zheng continued.

"If I remember correctly, this unit should be stationed in the Far East."

"You even kept it from your superiors, erased all your identification marks, and crossed the border into this remote mountain forest without permission, all in an attempt to monopolize this inheritance."

"This kind of research data is of no use to ordinary people, and it's also difficult to sell."

"You want to rebel?"