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

Inside the command center, the air remained silent for several seconds.

All the experts, including Professor Qian Chenghui, seemed to have been suddenly put on pause, frozen in their previous poses, staring blankly at the big screen.

Even the top think tank members, who were used to all kinds of storms and had dealt with countless crises, were momentarily stunned.

You could even say their CPUs are about to burn out.

You know, just a moment ago...

They were still extremely anxious because there were no new leads, and everyone was like an ant on a hot plate.

They analyzed satellite data, analyzed the geological structure, and even prepared for the worst—that in those vast mountains, even with all available means, it might take several days and nights to locate the target.

And time is precisely what they lack most.

Everyone was mentally prepared for a tough and arduous battle, and some were even drafting an emergency evacuation plan in case the nuclear bomb was not found in time.

What's the result now?

While they were racking their brains and preparing to fight desperately.

The frontline squad, the Alpha squad that had only recently entered the back mountains, casually told them—

Found it?

It felt like a group of fully armed mountaineering teams, ready to climb Mount Everest, had just set up their tents at the foot of the mountain when they saw someone coming down from the summit wearing flip-flops.

How could they not be stunned by such a huge contrast?

This is utter nonsense.

That's so unscientific.

"Da, da, da..."

In the midst of this silence, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly rang out.

The sound broke the silence in the room.

Mr. Qian subconsciously looked in the direction from which the footsteps were coming.

A group of people were seen walking towards them in a hurry.

Yang Mi was leading the group. Although she was wearing a mask, her fox-like eyes were full of anxiety.

Following behind her were Chef Huang, Teacher He, Peng Peng, the younger sister, and Wang Yuzheng, the program director, whose face was still pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

The reason they're rushing over now is simply because they can't wait any longer.

After Li Mo'an, that "scoundrel," went to the back mountain, he seemed to vanish into thin air. He couldn't be reached by phone, and there was no trace of him.

Although Yang Mi had previously requested assistance from the military, and they had promised to arrange a search and rescue team to look for her.

However, time passed by, second by second.

As darkness fell, there was still no news about Li Mo'an.

How could they possibly sit still?

Yang Mi, in particular, was feeling very uneasy. Although she was nominally the boss and the aunt, she was actually more like the boy's guardian.

If something were to happen to this only son of a family full of loyal martyrs, how would she face Uncle Zou?

"Mr. Qian..."

Yang Mi was about to ask about the search and rescue situation.

however.

Mr. Qian glanced at them briefly before immediately looking away.

He didn't even nod once.

At this critical juncture, with a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment, he really had no time to care about these celebrities.

His attention was entirely focused on the large screen, and entirely on the Alpha team leader who had just uttered the words "Found it."

Mr. Qian took a deep breath.

He braced himself on the table, leaned forward, and asked the team leader on the other end of the video call in an extremely urgent, even slightly doubtful, tone:

"What exactly happened?"

"How did you find it?"

"Was it a landmark from back then discovered? Or was a special radiation source detected? Or was there a delay in the feedback from the satellite's thermal imaging just now?"

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

Professor Qian asked several possibilities in one breath.

In his view, the fact that they could locate a top-secret underground fortification so quickly in these vast mountains meant that these elite soldiers must have discovered some extremely professional and well-hidden clues.

After all, this is the country's top reconnaissance team, and their professional competence is beyond doubt.

On the other end of the video call.

The captain of the Alpha team had dirt on his face and looked somewhat strange, even embarrassed.

But he still took a deep breath, stood at attention, and reported to his superior:

"Reporting to Professor Qian!"

"It's not a landmark, nor a radiation source, and it's not a satellite."

The captain paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, trying to make what he was about to say sound less outrageous:

"us......"

"We found the cave entrance by following a series of footprints."

"footprint?"

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

Mr. Qian was stunned.

The experts around were also stunned.

"What footprints?" Old Qian asked instinctively.

"It's a very fresh string of footprints left by Liberation Shoes."

The team leader reported the facts to the leader and added a very crucial detail:

"Moreover, based on our observations and comparisons along the way, the owner of that footprint had a very clear purpose."

"He didn't take any detours; it was as if he had a precise map in his hand."

"and......"

The captain glanced at the mud beneath his feet, swallowed hard, and continued:

"Furthermore, the footprint was covered with what appeared to be silt from the bottom of the pond."

"The mud was grayish in color and had a fishy smell, making it quite conspicuous in this dry mountain forest."

"We followed these footprints covered in mud all the way here, and then we found the hole that had just been dug out."

The words fell.

Silence fell once again in the command center.

Mr. Qian and all the experts in the command center were completely dumbfounded this time.

They envisioned countless possibilities.

Perhaps it was due to the use of the most advanced ground-penetrating radar array.

Perhaps a complex geological triangulation was conducted.

But what they never imagined was that this team, representing the nation's highest level of technology, would ultimately find their target by "following a trail of muddy footprints."

this......

This is too frivolous!

This is so unscientific!

On one side of the command post.

Teacher Huang, Yang Mi, Peng Peng, and others also came over.

They had come anxiously to ask if there was any news about Li Mo'an.

As soon as they arrived, they overheard these words. Although they didn't hear the whole thing, it didn't stop them from standing there dumbfounded for a few seconds.

Then, they looked at each other.

Teacher Huang looked at Teacher He, Teacher He looked at Peng Peng, and Peng Peng looked at his younger sister.

They looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw an undisguised shock and disbelief.

One word spontaneously popped into their minds:

Strange.

After all, this whole thing does sound really weird.

Why are all these strange things happening in one place?

Yang Mi stood there, her beautiful eyes slightly widened.

She was a little stunned when she heard this.

"footprint?"

She was speechless and somewhat dazed as she thought:

"I never imagined there could be someone in this world even more wicked than my adopted nephew!"