People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Two days later.

A real suicide squad parachuted in by helicopter to the vicinity of the Mount Fuji pass, and then immediately began working in a flurry of activity.

Even though there's almost no chance of surviving this time, as long as there's a glimmer of hope, we still have to make the necessary preparations for the return journey. We can't just assume there's no way back.

After more than a day of tinkering, everything is finally installed.

The suicide squad slowly descended, officially entering the volcano.

Snowwell Milden sat at the foot of the mountain, a cigar dangling from his lips, intently watching the footage transmitted from the cameras carried by the Expendables.

Time passes little by little.

This journey is quite long.

After dozens of hours, enduring almost unbearable temperatures, the suicide squad reached the deepest point they had ever been before.

Upon closer inspection, the lava river that should have been below has indeed dried up almost completely, with only a small portion remaining.

Of course, even this small amount is enough to be fatal.

However, having taken the money, they were obliged to help, so the suicide squad gritted their teeth and went into the dried-up lava river.

The suits worn by the suicide squad are all fireproof... but in this kind of place, the flames are not the biggest problem; the extreme heat is.

High temperatures can cause the human body to dry out quickly, leading to dehydration... If the dehydration becomes severe, the person will die and become a dried-up corpse.

The suicide squad didn't dare to linger for even a second. The moment they stepped onto the dried-up lava river, they gritted their teeth, moved their flashlights, and began searching for a way out.

Since it is a lava river, it must have banks.

The suicide squad found it and ran desperately towards the shore, then continued deeper into the area along the shore.

Half an hour passed as they walked...

The shoreline seemed to stretch on forever.

At the foot of Mount Fuji, Snowwell Milden's expression became unusually serious, and everyone seemed impatient.

The reason is simple...

This suicide squad reached new depths... and then, damn it, the video signal went down! (End of Chapter)

Chapter 484 The Black Giant Egg

Neon.

The bottom of Mount Fuji.

The suicide squad realized that the video signal had been cut off, but there was nothing they could do about it; it was gone, so they continued on their way.

Fortunately, the surveillance equipment was working properly and was still recording….

That should be enough... provided that someone manages to get out alive.

to this end.

The leader of the suicide squad made adjustments as they walked, lengthening the team so that if something happened to the people in front, the people behind might still have a chance to retreat and bring the surveillance video with them.

If, after all this trip, you end up bringing nothing with you, then it's basically been a wasted trip, a sacrifice made in vain.

Not long after.

The line stretched out.

The suicide squad, enduring the extreme heat along the banks of the lava river, drank the water provided in their protective suits and moved forward with firm steps.

The riverbank clearly extends downwards.

Nobody knows where it will extend to.

After about half an hour, the captain at the front of the team suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and signaled the team to stop.

At this moment, the suicide squad faces two facts.

First, there is clearly more magma ahead, and the temperature is rising sharply, which means that going forward is probably a dead end.

Secondly, on the right-hand side of the rock wall, there is a rather narrow crack. The crack is wide enough for one person to pass through, and more importantly, it seems that wind is blowing from inside…

The presence of wind indicates that there is space behind the crack!

The suicide squad leader thought for a moment, made a decision, and waved his hand, signaling the team to move into the crevice.

Within minutes, one after another, the group squeezed into the crevice and moved forward with great difficulty.

As they walked, the fact that the temperature was clearly dropping became a stark reality for the suicide squad.

Naturally, the suicide squad felt a bit better and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

no way.

The suicide squad wouldn't want to die if they could survive, and a drop in temperature would mean an increased chance of survival.

The crack is very long.

The suicide squad proceeded cautiously, taking one step at a time as they slowly descended.

However, there is no road here... No matter how careful you are, what's coming will still come.

Sure enough, one of the team members at the very front slipped, lost his balance, and tumbled down with a scream, "Ah!!!"

The screams echoed for a long time, then stopped abruptly, probably because the unlucky guy had bumped into something.

The remaining suicide squad all stopped, carefully examined the ground, and then, without shouting or rushing, advanced even more cautiously.

There is no other reason.

Since they've come this far, in a sense, their lives are no longer in danger... Injury or even death is to be expected and nothing to be surprised about.

In the blink of an eye, about fifteen minutes had passed.

The group arrived at a fork in the road. The unlucky guy who had fallen earlier had crashed into the rock wall and was lying there motionless.

The captain waved his hand, signaling his men to go up and check.

The results came out shortly afterward.

That unlucky guy was really unlucky; he hit his head and died.

If someone dies, they die. In this line of work, people dying is all too common.

After a few seconds of silence, the group composed themselves, chose a direction, and continued on their way...

After walking for several hours, they encountered another fork in the road.

This area at the base of Mount Fuji appears to be covered with countless cracks, densely packed and crisscrossing like a giant spider web.

What else could the suicide squad do after marking the location? They just kept going, of course.

Walk and walk, rest when you're tired, stop to eat when you're hungry, and sleep where you are when you're sleepy.

Having spent so much time rummaging deep underground, the suicide squad had basically lost track of time.

Stop again.

The captain checked the instruments again and then said, "Check the rations one more time."

The test results came back in a short time.

They didn't have much food left, and if they continued on like this, even if they didn't encounter any danger, they wouldn't be able to get back.

Although groundwater occasionally seeps out from the rock walls, allowing them to survive for a few days by drinking water... the risks are too great.

"Captain, are we still going?" A team member who still had many things to worry about in the surface world couldn't help but ask.

The captain, a cigarette dangling from his lips, weighed the options carefully before gritting his teeth and making his decision: "Let's go one more day. Whatever the outcome, we'll turn back!"

The team members, upon hearing this, were neither particularly happy nor unhappy.

It's just one day, so be it.

After resting for about half an hour and replenishing their energy, the suicide squad set off again.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

The suicide squad just walked out of a crevice. What lay ahead was no longer a crevice or a fork in the road, but a sheer cliff.

A fierce underground wind, carrying waves of heat, surged toward the suicide squad.

The suicide squad stopped and frantically moved their flashlights around, shining them in all directions.

I saw.

Before them lay a vast canyon, so large that the beam of a flashlight could not even reach the other side, nor the top, nor the bottom.

"Jesus, where is this place?"

"Is it another volcano?"

"..."

The group of suicide squad members, who were truly exhausted, were shocked for a few seconds before starting to chatter amongst themselves.

The captain remained relatively calm. After a short silence, he quietly took out a flare gun and fired two flares towards the bottom of the canyon.

Two flares shot down, emitting a blinding, cold white light that rapidly illuminated the area below.