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

Upon hearing this, Victor's eyes widened, and he stared intently at Chen Zheng, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, his hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the gun handle.

The man's simple words sent chills down his spine.

That unit had been stationed in the Far East ice fields, and it would be impossible for anyone other than civilian personnel who frequently had access to relevant information to know about it.

They had erased all their identity information before crossing the border illegally, even cutting off the tags on their clothes, believing they were completely safe.

But the prisoner in front of them, with his hands tied behind his back, sat there leisurely and, in just a few words, revealed all their secrets.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He abruptly drew his pistol, pressing the dark muzzle directly against Chen Zheng's forehead.

"Stop playing tricks! Who are you anyway?!"

Upon seeing this, the dozen or so burly Slavic men around him immediately raised their rifles, their expressions becoming tense.

Just kidding, saying this here might not be a big deal, but what if it gets out and the higher-ups find out...

Treason is an unforgivable crime in any country.

At that time, even those who support them behind the scenes will immediately distance themselves from them.

More than a dozen infrared sights instantly locked onto Chen Zheng.

In the corner, Ram swallowed hard, nudged An Ran with her elbow, and muttered, "What's wrong with the instructor's brain? Is he a pig?"

Meng Xue huddled behind Lamu, trembling uncontrollably, her body bumping against Lamu's back from time to time.

Ram rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Hey girl, don't bump into me, or you'll hurt me."

An Ran quickly scanned the room and began to adjust her breathing.

Her intuition told her that the instructor was about to make a move.

His left fingertips curled up, secretly gathering strength, his gaze fixed on a pistol on the ammunition box.

Meng Yi also entered hunting mode.

With her father's killer right in front of her, her calf muscles tensed, ready to pounce and fight to the death at any moment.

Facing the gun barrel, Chen Zheng simply looked at Victor and said calmly, "It seems you really don't care much about those Northern Han people, nor how they died."

At this moment, no one was aiming guns at An Ran and the others.

Victor was stunned.

Northern Cold People?

He genuinely didn't care how those people died.

But the next second, he found out.

Just as Victor was distracted...

Chen Zheng shrugged his shoulders and suddenly spread his hands, which were tied behind his back, outwards, as a surge of internal energy flowed from his shoulders and neck into his arms.

Snapped!

The military cable ties, embedded with steel wire, burst open and broke into several pieces.

After regaining his freedom, he picked up the thermos on the table with his right hand, unscrewed the lid, and slowly took a sip of goji berry water.

The whole sequence of movements was so fast that Victor didn't even have time to react.

Only after Chen Zheng swallowed the saliva did his pupils suddenly contract.

Break through military cable ties with bare hands?

No, now is not the time to be shocked by this.

"shot!"

Victor roared and pressed his finger on the trigger.

But it was too late.

Chen Zheng flicked his left hand, and the goji berry water in the cup was accurately splashed onto Victor's face.

In an environment where the temperature was tens of degrees below zero, the boiling water made the latter's face sizzle.

He let out a piercing scream, covered his face and retreated, the bullets from his gun shooting towards the ceiling.

As he splashed water, Chen Zheng twisted his waist, lowered his shoulders, and slammed his shoulder into the burly man holding a crowbar beside him with a powerful shoulder strike.

boom!

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, had his sternum shattered on the spot. He flew through the air, crashing through the partition wall of the wooden house, and immediately lost consciousness.

This attack completely ignited the chaotic battle.

Meng Yi darted out like a cheetah, pushing off the wall with both legs and approaching a stunned mercenary close to the ground, drawing a dagger from the mercenary's waist with her right hand.

With a flash of cold light, she twisted her wrist, slicing the man's wrist artery, and blood gushed out.

Then, he kicked the other man in the knee, and as the man fell to his knees, he struck his cervical spine with the back of the knife.

The hatred for his father's murder, accumulated over twenty years, was all unleashed in this series of actions.

In the center of the wooden house, Chen Zheng knocked the burly man away and then flicked his toes.

A Glock pistol flew towards the corner of the wall.

I caught it safely and steadily, then flicked the safety pin with my thumb.

She didn't aim properly; she just relied on muscle memory to raise her hand and fire three shots.

Bang bang bang.

Three bullets accurately struck the wrists of three burly men who were about to raise their guns.

Amid screams, rifles fell to the ground.

Seeing his teammates start fighting, Ram couldn't hold back either.

She shoved Meng Xue aside, roared, and charged toward the large stove in the center of the room, kicking it with all her might.

The tin stove collapsed with a loud crash.

Red-hot charcoal and ashes flew everywhere, and the wooden house was thrown into chaos.

Thick smoke and flames shot up, instantly obscuring the Slavic mercenaries' vision, and coughs and curses mingled together in a chaotic cacophony.

Ram picked up a burning fire poker, shielded Meng Xue in front of it, and swung it at anyone she saw.

"I told you not to tie me up! I told you not to tie a knot that's impossible to untie! Today I'll roast you all into kebabs!"

The Slavs, having lost sight, began firing their guns indiscriminately.

But for Chen Zheng, even if he could see these people clearly, their bullets wouldn't hit him.

His figure moved swiftly through the smoke and dust.

To the left front, two burly men were firing indiscriminately.

Chen Zheng lunged forward, grabbed the two men by the neck with both hands, and slammed them together.

Their heads collided heavily, and both of them fainted on the spot.

To the right rear, someone was trying to find a target by the light of the fire.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng slid around behind him and slammed his knee into his lower back.

The moment the man tilted his head back, a chop to the throat struck him, knocking him unconscious once more.

Another burly man rushed at his side, drawing a military knife. He neither dodged nor flinched, but instead grabbed the man's wrist with his right hand and twisted it in the opposite direction.

The man's arm twisted into an unnatural angle instantly, and Chen Zheng followed up with a powerful punch to his abdomen.

The internal energy penetrated his muscles, and the burly man spat out a mouthful of blood before flying away like a sack.

For a moment, screams echoed from inside the house.

An Ran held the gun in one hand and fired at those who tried to escape, forcing them back into Chen Zheng's attack range.

The dagger in Meng Yi's hand continued to leave deep, bone-revealing wounds on the enemy.

Just two minutes later, more than a dozen Slavic elites armed with firepower were all lying on the ground.

Victor's face was covered in blisters, his vision was blurred, and he scrambled to pick up the rifle on the ground.

But the next second, a tactical boot stepped on the gun.

Victor looked up and met Chen Zheng's eyes.

With a little force, the latter kicked him over and then stepped on his chest.

The immense force left Victor completely breathless.

What he found even more unacceptable was that his elite squad was completely defeated in just two minutes by a bound man and several women.

Perhaps due to the severe physical and psychological impact, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted.