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

Looking at that extremely abrupt spot, there were several very clear marks left by hoes.

The air became quiet.

No one spoke in the entire passageway.

After a brief moment of surprise, the Alpha team leader, who possessed exceptional reconnaissance skills, strode forward.

He turned on his flashlight and shone it on the door, carefully examining the dents on the door caused by the force of the blows. He then squatted down to look at the marks on the surrounding ground.

There are no indentations from heavy machinery tracks.

There was no smell of gunpowder left after the explosion.

There was only a row of footprints made of liberation shoes, covered in pond mud.

The captain's brain began to work at lightning speed.

He quickly recreated the scene in his mind.

The young man named Li Mo'an, carrying an ordinary farm hoe, came to the door.

Faced with this insurmountable barrier blocking his way, he seemed to simply raise his hand and casually tap the door a few times with his hoe.

Then there was this steel structure that troubled the expert team at the rear, this explosion-proof door that was determined to be impossible for humans to open.

It was opened so casually.

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

Let's rewind to a point in time.

Li Mo'an walked up to the blast door.

The door was very tall, and the special alloy on it gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light. Thick rust had long been deposited between the door seams.

Li Mo'an and Da Men stared at each other.

Even when faced with such a colossal object that would seem overwhelming to most people, he remained calm.

Then, as was his habit, he mentally summoned his [Top-Tier Mine Clearance and Explosives Handling Skill (Master Plus Version)] to scan.

however.

The skill is useless.

The system interface is completely gray and unresponsive.

the reason is simple.

Ultimately, it was just a metal door used for physical defense. It contained no picric acid explosive, no fuse, no detonator. It had no explosive properties whatsoever.

Since it's not an explosive, the mine-clearing skill cannot be activated.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be helpless in this situation, and could only sigh at the inanimate object weighing tens of tons and turn away.

However, Li Mo'an's thought process has always been peculiar.

He didn't leave.

He stood at the door, one hand on the handle of the hoe, thinking earnestly to himself:

"Since my skill can defused explosives..."

"So, this place now contains a deadly weapon from back then; isn't it a huge explosive device?"

He continued to extrapolate along this line of thought.

"This underground air-raid shelter is a potential explosive device."

"So this door, as part of the explosive device, is equivalent to the fuse casing or protective cover of a bomb."

"Since it's part of an explosive device, it can definitely be defused!"

The moment the idea appeared, it quickly took root in his mind.

This is an extremely idealistic logic.

This is completely irrational, forcibly defining the things in front of us.

however.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

The moment he forcibly categorized the blast door as an explosive casing.

He knew how to open the door.

He learned that by applying vibrations at specific frequencies to a few key load-bearing points on the door, he could use the principle of metal resonance to misalign the rusted and jammed locking mechanism, thereby releasing the physical lock.

but.

This extremely idealistic approach, which forcibly interprets and uses skills, seems to be unbearable even for the system itself.

The system interface in Li Mo'an's mind began to fluctuate violently.

The data streams that were originally running smoothly became disordered.

The characters jumped and flashed rapidly at the edge of my vision, occasionally interspersed with a few strings of unrecognizable gibberish.

The entire system layout resembles an old television set with poor signal reception, exhibiting distortion.

This seemed to be a protest against Li Mo'an's idealism.

In fact, this also shows that the reason Li Mo'an encountered so many strange things wasn't because the system was strange, but because Li Mo'an himself was strange. (System: May Heaven discern the truth from the falsehood)

He ignored the system's protests and remained calm.

He swung the hoe in his hand, following the red dot marked in his line of sight.

"when!"

"when!"

I tapped it a few times.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound, the seemingly insurmountable giant door emitted a crisp sound of mechanisms detaching from within.

The door opened.

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back to the front.

The beam of the flashlight swayed wildly in the passageway.

Everyone stared at the wide-open door, exchanging bewildered glances.

Yang Mi was speechless, only feeling a throbbing sensation in her temples.

Teacher Huang stood there dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Just now, on the way and at the command post.

What words did those experts use to describe this door?

This is a dormant steel creation.

This is an engineering masterpiece.

The hydraulic system rusted and became a solid block.

The only solution is to unlock the three-in-one mechanical combination lock, but any tiny mistake will permanently lock the door, turning it into a steel tomb.

Everyone heard those frightening remarks clearly just now.

Everyone was even prepared for the demolition engineers to go up and risk their lives to fill the gaps.

But now?

The hoe marks on the door were extremely conspicuous.

After a brief silence.

The crowd's attention began to slowly shift.

Whether it's Yang Mi, Teacher Huang, or Wang Yuzheng and several soldiers in front.

Everyone turned to look in one direction.

He looked at the experts who had previously described this door as incredibly difficult to open.

I could feel the gazes directed at me from all around.

The mechanical engineering experts who had been talking so confidently before suddenly turned bright red.

Those gazes, though silent, were louder than the loudest slap in the world.

Those experts felt their faces burning with embarrassment.

They wished they could disappear into a crack in the ground right then and there.