Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

The outside world had undergone a complete transformation.

Countless helicopters circled overhead, and torrents of steel sped along the highways, the state apparatus operating at breakneck speed with incredible efficiency.

Everyone's attention and nerves were drawn to that potentially existing "giant".

however.

At this moment when the whole country is paying attention and everyone is focused on it.

As the instigator of all this, as the source of that inherently evil constitution.

Li Mo'an, however, seemed to have been forgotten in a corner of the world.

The back mountain.

This place is some distance from the bustling village entrance; the dense forests and rolling hills isolate it from most of the noise from the outside world.

Li Mo'an was standing on this side of a shallow pond.

This was the task that Teacher Huang had casually assigned him to get rid of him—to dig a fishpond and expand the area.

"eighty."

"eighty."

Li Mo'an even muttered Teacher Huang's classic slogan to himself.

He wielded the hoe, his movements unhurried, digging the ground stroke by stroke.

His calm expression suggested that even if the sky were to fall, he would wait until he finished digging the fishpond before taking any action.

In his view, once you've taken on a job, you have to do it well.

This is a matter of principle.

The hoe was raised and then fell.

It rises, then falls.

Just as he was digging with great enthusiasm...

"when."

A dull metallic clang traveled along the hoe handle to his palm; it sounded very familiar.

Li Mo'an paused for a moment.

That sound...

too familiar.

He heard this sound hundreds or even thousands of times while he was repairing the road at the village entrance these past two days.

He crouched down, reached out, and peeled away the layer of loose soil.

really.

A rusty lump of iron revealed its menacing corner, bearing obvious signs of artificial forging.

Another bomb has been dropped.

If it were an ordinary person, at this critical juncture, if they dug up a bomb in the middle of nowhere like the back of the mountain, they would probably be scared out of their wits and run away crying for their parents.

But Li Mo'an is different.

He stared at the bomb, his expression completely unwavering.

even.

His eyes also held a nonchalant air of "that's right."

"I knew it."

"How could there not be one on the back mountain?"

With a calm expression, he reached out and, as if pulling a radish from the ground, skillfully grasped the tail of the iron lump, gave it a slight shake, and then lifted it up.

He easily pulled the bomb, which had been dormant for decades, out of the ground.

He held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand.

In his mind, the system, which had been upgraded to [Top-Tier Mine Clearance and Explosives Handling Skill (Master Plus Version)], instantly provided feedback.

Although this thing looks scary, the fuse is almost completely rusted and is in a semi-dull state.

Unless you smash it with a sledgehammer or throw it into a fire, it won't explode anytime soon.

Li Mo'an casually placed the bomb on a nearby mound of earth.

then.

He did not continue to wield the hoe to dig the fishpond.

Instead, he stood up straight and patted the dirt off his hands.

His clear eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed thoughtfully in a certain direction.

Just now.

The instant his hand touched the bomb.

That Master Plus version of the skill seems to go beyond just analyzing the bomb in his hand.

Drawn by some strong signal, it suddenly emitted an invisible scanning wave forward, feeling like a keen radar.

That feeling was very mysterious.

Like a seasoned hunter who, on a vast snowfield, suddenly catches the extremely strong scent left by his prey.

It was like a treasure hunter whose detector suddenly emitted a sharp and urgent beeping sound.

Li Mo'an's gaze passed through the messy bushes and the tall pine trees.

finally.

It landed not far away, in a seemingly ordinary mountain hollow at the foot of that mountain.

In his perception.

There seemed to be something in that place, emitting a certain "smell".

That's not the smell of one or two bombs.

It was a powerful and dangerous aura.

"Wow."

Li Mo'an looked in that direction and let out a sigh.

This was the first time in the past two days that he had uttered a word with such obvious surprise.

Although his expression remained calm.

But a hint of interest flashed in those eyes.

This feeling is much more interesting than digging up ordinary lumps of iron.

next second.

Li Mo'an made a decision.

He bent down, picked up the hoe from the ground again, and also tucked the entrenching tool into his waistband.

then.

He didn't even glance at the fishpond.

He completely forgot about the program's tasks and the need to change ingredients at that moment.

He shouldered his hoe, took a step, and instead of taking the proper path, he trudged through the withered branches and fallen leaves, heading straight towards the direction that had amazed him.

His silhouette, silhouetted against the dappled shadows of the trees, appeared somewhat lonely, yet it also exuded an unwavering determination.

soon.

He walked through the woods and came to the valley at the foot of the mountain.

The area is overgrown with weeds and littered with jagged rocks, looking like a desolate wasteland that no one ever visits.

But Li Mo'an stopped here.

He stood there, eyes closed, seemingly sensing the pulse of the earth beneath his feet.

After a while.

He opened his eyes and his gaze locked onto the muddy ground next to a huge, moss-covered rock.

Without any hesitation.

There was no nonsense.

"Pooh."

He spat into his palm and rubbed his hands together.

Then he raised the hoe high.

"when!"

The hoe fell heavily, chiseling into the hard earth.

With that stroke of the hoe, a bell of destiny was tolled.

And deep beneath his feet, the secret that had been sealed away by history for decades seemed to tremble slightly with the tremor.

........................................

at the same time.

Just as Li Mo'an was in that unknown corner, starting a new round of "self-destructive" digging.

outside world.

The small mountain village called Mushroom Village has now become a noisy sea.

The evacuation is proceeding at an alarming rate.

On the road at the entrance of the village.

The originally narrow road has been completely controlled and turned into a one-way lifeline.

Buses, military trucks, and even temporarily requisitioned public buses lined up one after another, filling the entire entrance to the village.

"Quick! Get on the bus! Don't push!"

"The elderly and children go first!"

"Pack your personal belongings; don't bring large pieces of luggage!"

The soldiers, their voices hoarse from shouting through megaphones, were maintaining order in the crowd.

And in the sky.

That scene was even more breathtaking.

"Da da da da—"

The deafening roar of the massive rotors even drowned out the noise from the ground.

Helicopters with different paint schemes hovered and circled over the village.

Some landed on the threshing floor, while others hovered on the relatively spacious rooftops.

The soldiers in camouflage uniforms quickly jumped down and guided the villagers to board the plane.

This is not just Mushroom Village.

Look around.

The same scene is playing out in several villages surrounding Mushroom Village.

This was a large-scale evacuation covering an area of ​​more than ten kilometers.

The overwhelming sense of oppression, the grand scenes that can only be seen in disaster movies, made everyone in the midst of it feel their heart pounding and their legs go weak.

Everyone realized it.

Something really bad has happened.

........................................

In front of the mushroom house.

This is one of the central points of the entire evacuation operation.

Teacher Huang, Teacher He, my sister, and Director Wang Yuzheng are all standing in the courtyard at this moment.

Their faces were not good. Looking at the chaotic scene outside, they were all at a loss.

Although they had just heard what Elder Qian said and knew that there might be nuclear bombs here.

But knowing is one thing.

When you actually see this kind of national-level mobilization power unfold before your eyes, the shock and fear are indescribable.

And among this group of people.

One person appeared unusually anxious.

Yang Mi.

Unlike the others who stared blankly at the sky, she paced back and forth in the courtyard, her high heels clicking rapidly on the stone slabs.

She gripped her phone tightly in her hand, her hand, painted with beautiful nail polish, now clenched so hard that her knuckles were taut.

"Call it..."

"You jerk, answer the phone!"

Yang Mi bit her lip, staring intently at her phone screen, muttering to herself incessantly.

She was calling Li Mo'an.

At a time when everyone is busy evacuating and everyone wishes they had extra legs to run away.

But she discovered...

The guy who should have run away the most, and who was the source of all this, is gone.

I just heard from Teacher Huang that this kid has been sent to dig a fishpond in the back mountain.

But now.

The entire back mountain was designated as a restricted area, and even helicopters were flying over there.

There are nuclear bombs here!

Although I don't know exactly where it is, it's definitely in this vicinity.

What if this kid is still foolishly digging in the ground? What if that nuclear bomb really is on the back hill...?

Yang Mi dared not think any further.

She only felt waves of panic and shortness of breath.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The monotonous waiting tone on the phone relentlessly pounded against her already fragile nerves.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

No one answered the phone.

"That brat!"

Yang Mi's eyes reddened with anxiety, and she stomped her foot hard.

Her small feet, encased in stockings, were sweating.