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

In the mountain hollow, in front of that enormous black hole.

"Beep beep beep—"

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The alarms from various instruments mingled together, making the quiet jungle sound exceptionally noisy, even somewhat disruptive.

The members of the Alpha team looked at the instruments in their hands, their Adam's apples bobbing as they swallowed hard.

Although they had just felt their worldview collapse and an inexplicable sense of absurdity because they had actually found it.

But at the moment.

When they saw the red lights flashing rapidly, signaling the discovery of significant metal deposits, their professional instincts quickly brought them back to their senses.

Instead, there was an extreme tension.

"team leader."

The team member in charge of operating the Geiger counter was staring intently at the numbers on the screen.

His forehead was covered in sweat, his voice trembled slightly, but he spoke very quickly:

"Good news."

"The current radiation levels... are normal."

"In other words, at least at this location of the hole, there are no signs of nuclear leakage detected yet."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding team members visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there is no leak, it means that the final protective shell is still intact, and they are safe for the time being.

but.

This doesn't mean they dare to go straight in.

After all, this is an antique from decades ago. Who knows what its internal structure is like? Who knows if it has any kind of triggered defense mechanism?

Most importantly, even just glancing at this level of weaponry requires the highest level of authorization.

The captain took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the complex emotions surging within him.

He glanced at the dark hole and then at the footprints on the ground.

"Everyone!"

"Back up fifty meters!"

The captain gave a decisive order, his voice serious:

"We need to contact Professor Qian!"

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

at the same time.

Mushroom Village, temporary command post.

The atmosphere here is so heavy it seems to drip water.

On each instrument and on the electronic screen, countless data points are fluctuating, and satellite cloud images are constantly being refreshed.

However, no valuable findings were made.

Qian Chenghui, the old man, was standing in front of the command platform, his hands supporting the table, his eyes fixed on the vast mountains on the map.

His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) shape.

As time went by, he grew increasingly anxious.

Because just now, the intelligence analysis gathered from all parties has reached a bottleneck.

The satellite did not detect the heat source.

Geological exploration did not reveal any obvious cavities.

Although there are many clues online, most of them are unfounded and none of them can directly point to a specific location.

This means that the command center has no new, effective leads to pass on to the Alpha team at the front.

This is undoubtedly bad news.

In that vast jungle, without intelligence support, the search was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But misfortunes never come singly.

Just as Qian was feeling anxious about this, another piece of even worse news arrived.

"Old Qian!"

A young technician wearing glasses ran over, sweating profusely, carrying a fragmented document that had just been decrypted.

"Found it!"

"We've found technical information about that nuclear bomb codenamed 'Junky-09'!"

Old Qian suddenly turned around, grabbed the documents, and said, "Get to the point!"

The technician swallowed hard, his voice a little hoarse:

"The key point is the nuclear bomb..."

"The safe lifespan of a nuclear bomb is only fifty years."

Upon hearing the words "designed safe lifespan," Qian's heart sank.

This is the professional term for the shelf life of nuclear weapons.

If you calculate the time, more than half a century has passed since it was buried.

In other words, this nuclear bomb is severely expired.

The consequences of expiring are usually only twofold:

One type is complete failure, turning into a pile of harmless scrap metal.

This is the best possible outcome.

But there is another possibility.

That is, nuclear weapons become extremely unstable.

It's like a guy with a bad temper who could lose control at any moment.

Even the slightest vibration or temperature change could trigger a nuclear leak, or even... a direct explosion.

"call......"

Old Qian let out a long breath, feeling a tightness in his chest.

time.

What we lack most right now is time.

Time became extremely tight.

Every minute, every second that passes increases the probability of death's arrival.

And at that time...

"Beep beep beep—"

The communicator on the command platform suddenly rang.

"Report! Alpha Squad is requesting a video call!"

The correspondent said.

Mr. Qian's spirits lifted, and he immediately looked up: "Connect! Connect me quickly!"

The screen flickered briefly, then the image became clear.

The face of the Alpha Squad leader appeared on the screen.

What a face it was!

His face was covered in mud and paint, and his expression looked somewhat blank, or even dazed, against a backdrop of a dark jungle.

Upon seeing this scene, Mr. Qian's heart skipped a beat.

He thought they had encountered some huge difficulties ahead, or that the team members' morale had dropped due to a lack of clues for a long time.

At such a time, as the commander-in-chief, he had to boost the morale of the frontline team members and make them understand how serious the situation was.

then.

Before the other party could speak, Qian Lao, with a stern face and in an extremely serious tone, began to issue his pre-battle mobilization instructions:

"I am Qian Chenghui."

"Listen, lads."

"The situation is very critical now, more critical than we anticipated."

Mr. Qian's voice was steady and powerful, transmitted through the microphone to the front:

"We've run out of new leads, and we don't know when the next one will come in."

"This is a difficult time."

"So, now it's up to your Alpha team to use your reconnaissance expertise. You'll have to rely on your own two feet, inch by inch..."

On the other end of the video call.

Upon hearing this, the captain quickly tried to interject, "Mr. Qian! I understand, but I have something to say..."

He was eager to tell Mr. Qian that they no longer needed to search inch by inch, because they had already found it.

however.

At this moment, Mr. Qian was in a state of extreme anxiety. He thought the team leader was going to complain or report on the difficulties.

Mr. Qian interrupted him directly, his tone even more serious:

"No, you don't know!"

"You're on the front lines of the search, so you might not be aware of it yet."

"We've just received new intelligence: this nuclear bomb's designed safe lifespan has ended!"

"This means it's currently a powder keg that could explode at any moment!"

The captain was scratching his head anxiously on the other end of the line, trying to interrupt again: "Old Qian, I really know! I have something important to report..."

"Let me finish!"

Old Qian frowned, his voice rising a few decibels, carrying a sense of authority:

"No matter how important the situation, nothing is as important as what I'm about to say!"

He continued, "If that nuclear bomb explodes, you might be among the first to perish!"

"This is an order! This is a request! Find that nuclear bomb for me, no matter what, even if you have to dig with your bare hands. I'm begging you."

Mr. Qian finished recounting his warnings, analysis, and weighty entrustment in one breath.

After saying all this, he felt a little better.

Finally, he even bowed to the other person.

He took a breath and looked at the captain on the screen, whose expression was strange and who seemed to want to say something but couldn't.

Mr. Qian asked in a deep voice:

"Alright, I've finished speaking."

"What were you trying to say? Is there some difficulty? Or is the equipment insufficient?"

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

On the other end of the video call.

The captain finally got a chance to speak.

"Reporting to Professor Qian!"

"We should have found that nuclear bomb by now."

He blurted it out without any preamble.

The words fell.

Inside the command post.

Mr. Qian nodded subconsciously:

"Okay, I understand. Your top priority now is..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

It felt like I was suddenly being choked.

Mr. Qian's voice abruptly stopped.

One second later.

He finally realized what was happening and stared blankly at the team leader in the video call.

It wasn't just him.

The entire command center and all the experts reacted in the same way, staring blankly at the captain.

What the hell?! Found it?!