217: Chapter 217 Taking the Risk Myself! Creating a Way Out for You

Lanna watched Qin Feng lying motionless there, her heart tightening.

She would rather take a detour of dozens of kilometers than see the Chef get hurt.

Qin Feng did not look back, merely letting out an "Hmm" from his nose as a response.

All his focus was concentrated on his hands.

The tip of his dagger, like a nimble dragonfly, tapped against the sand, bit by bit, inch by inch, clearing away all the sand around the dark PMN-2.

Then, using the tip of the blade at an incredible angle, he probed into an extremely tiny gap.

Everyone held their breath.

A faint "Click" sound, almost inaudible, was heard.

Qin Feng's fingers pinched a tiny spring-loaded firing pin out of the sand.

He casually tucked the small part away, then, like pulling a radish, easily lifted the PMN-2 out of the sand pit and gently placed it to the side.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

After finishing this, Qin Feng stood up and marked the mine pit with a small flag.

Then, in the terrified gaze of everyone, he lifted his foot.

"Don't!" Lanna screamed.

"You're crazy!" Yaro's voice also lost its composure for the first time, becoming sharp.

"That kind of modified mine might have a secondary trigger device! You can't rely on your intuition!"

As an Ace Sniper, she also had considerable knowledge of various explosives.

She knew very well that this kind of makeshift modified mine was the most dangerous.

Because you never know what "private goods" the person who laid the mine added inside.

Qin Feng dismantled the top one, but who could guarantee there wasn't a second layer of traps underneath?

The female captives were terrified out of their wits; those who had just crowded forward to watch the excitement scrambled back again, wishing they could grow an extra pair of legs.

In Tuoya's eyes, a trace of morbid excitement had even ignited.

"Die! Hurry up and die!"

Qin Feng ignored the chaos behind him and resolutely took a step forward.

Just this one step.

Time seemed to have been pressed on a pause button at this moment.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for that earth-shattering explosion.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. ... Dead silence.

Apart from the sound of the wind, there was nothing.

Qin Feng's foot stood steadily there; the ground was flat, the sand was calm, and everything was safe.

"Whew..."

I don't know who let out a sigh of relief first, but a sound of gasping, like survivors of a disaster, echoed through the crowd.

The female captives were stunned.

They looked at the Dragon Country man in astonishment, their faces still lingering with fear.

"He... he actually did it?"

"Just with a dagger?"

The excitement on Tuoya's face froze, her eyes wide open.

"What's going on? He's fine?"

"The script wasn't written like this!"

"Shouldn't he have been blown into a cloud of blood mist?"

"Why is he fine?"

"It doesn't matter, this one is fine, there's the next one; one of them will eventually blow him up."

At the same time, Lanna's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

It was too thrilling just now; after the thrill, all that was left was weak legs.

Yaro stood in place, motionless, as if struck by lightning.

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"

She knew better than anyone the difficulty of dismantling those chain mines; it wasn't just about technique and mindset, but most importantly, experience.

But this man... why does he even know Mine Clearing, and why is he so confident?

At this moment, Yaro's heart was already surging with massive waves.

Qin Feng turned around and made a "V" sign.

"Why are you all just standing there? I said it's no big deal."

"Next."

At this moment, no one in the crowd dared to question him anymore.

Qin Feng was indeed calm, at least on the surface.

His inner self was frantically ranting.

"Damn, that scared the hell out of me!"

"Although the bionic spider's scan showed nothing underneath, my legs are still trembling!"

"No, I can't lose momentum! I am a Soldier King; a few measly landmines are a piece of cake!"

While cheering himself on, the movements of his hands became increasingly steady.

In his hand, the dagger was no longer a murder weapon, but had become a surgeon's most precise scalpel.

Dig, lift, nudge, cut.

The sand was stripped away bit by bit, revealing the sinister true form of the second mine.

This was an old-fashioned Type 72 anti-personnel plastic mine; the casing had already weathered somewhat, making it look even more unstable.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes.

This kind of antique is the most troublesome.

Heaven knows if the chemical fuse inside has become damp or degraded; if you don't control it well, it might give you a surprise itself.

He took a deep breath, and the tip of the dagger gently probed into a small hole on the side of the mine.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats once again.

"Click."

A faint sound.

Qin Feng successfully dismantled another mine again.

Then he deftly tucked the dismantled fuse into his pocket.

"These things are all good stuff; they can save lives at critical moments," he muttered to himself.

After finishing this, he skillfully inserted a small red flag next to the cleared mine pit.

Then, he continued toward the next one.

Time passed minute by minute in this suffocatingly tense atmosphere.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the temperature of the Gobi Desert began to scorch the earth.

The female captives had gone from initial terror to being somewhat numb.

They just knelt at the edge of the minefield, watching that man like a robot repeating orders, one mine, then another.

An hour later, when Qin Feng inserted the small flag next to the twenty-seventh mine pit, the atmosphere of the crowd began to change subtly.

"Twenty-seven..." a female soldier muttered subconsciously.

"He... doesn't he get tired?"

"He is a devil... devils don't get tired..."

Gradually, they were no longer purely afraid; their eyes began to carry a hint of... expectation?

Yes, expectation.

They began to look forward to that man successfully dismantling the next landmine, expecting him to succeed.

"Careful! That's a tripwire mine!"

When Yaro saw Qin Feng's foot almost touch a thin wire almost covered by yellow sand, she couldn't help but scream.

Qin Feng's movements paused; he turned his head to glance at her, then followed her gaze.

Sure enough, a very thin steel wire was connected to a directional mine disguised as a rock.

If this thing exploded, his upper body would probably be blown to pieces.

He nodded at Yaro, as a sign of thanks.

Then, he gently lifted the steel wire with his dagger, followed the trail, found the fuse at the other end, and easily solved it in a flash.

Yaro breathed a long sigh of relief, then immediately realized what she had just done; her face turned red and then pale.

Was she actually reminding this... pervert?

But for some reason, not only did she not regret it, but she felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

This strange atmosphere spread among the captives.

They began to spontaneously stand guard for Qin Feng, using their limited knowledge to identify those various death traps.

"Chef, at the three o'clock position to the front left, the color of the sand is wrong; there might be something underneath!"

Lanna also joined in, her voice carrying a trace of concern she hadn't even noticed herself.

Yaro, however, looked deeper.

She was already completely immersed in Qin Feng's miraculous Mine Clearing technique.

"His hands... are too steady," Yaro muttered to herself.

"When dealing with that bounding mine, the order of cutting the power and the fuse was completely unconventional, but the efficiency was terrifyingly high."

"He's not dismantling; he seems to be... deconstructing a piece of art."

She looked at Qin Feng's back, her eyes full of confusion.

Are the Chefs of the Dragon Country all this competitive now?