I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

On stage, the mentors kept their eyes closed, waiting for the peaceful rendition of "Ode to Joy" to begin.

But what reached his eardrums was completely different from what he had been waiting for.

Ding ding ding ding~

Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 (Fate).

There is a famous line in Victor Hugo's *The Hunchback of Notre Dame*: "Fate had me by the throat, and I had no choice but to submit."

But Beethoven used his life to illustrate another truth: I will seize fate by the throat, and it will not make me completely subjugate it.

Based on this principle, he created this popular and well-known piece of music.

The stirring melody instantly swept through the entire banquet hall like a tsunami.

The tutor froze, then suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the figure behind the piano with a puzzled expression.

The script is wrong!

Wasn't it supposed to be warm, sacred, and healing?

How did it catch fire?

But he was, after all, a seasoned conman who had seen it all, and with a quick glance, he adjusted his demeanor.

If it sounds good, then it's a good piece of music.

Accompanied by the stirring music, he waved his arms more and more forcefully, and his expression gradually became tragic, portraying himself as a saint fighting against worldly demons.

Although the believers below the stage did not react at first, the atmosphere made them even more excited.

Jiang Nan sat at the piano, her ten fingers dancing across the keys, a graceful smile playing on her lips.

This is the last hurrah before the storm.

A single grain of sand from generation to generation can become a mountain when it falls on a person.

Every note in this piece is enough to stir up all kinds of emotions in people's hearts.

As the last note faded, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Then came thunderous applause.

"Fantastic! This is the cry of the soul!"

"This is so damn awesome! I want to donate a million!"

The tutor wiped the sweat from his brow, thinking to himself that although the process was unexpected, the effect was surprisingly good, and the money was definitely well spent.

Hey, why don't we try to brainwash this pianist too, and take her with us every time we go out?

Thinking this, he shook his head, put down these messy thoughts, picked up the microphone, and prepared to start harvesting.

Jiang Nan also stood up at the right time, turned her head, and gave the audience a very elegant smile.

He lifted the hem of his black tailcoat and bowed deeply.

In the instant he bent down, he gently pressed the red button hidden in his palm.

Goodbye, everyone.

boom!!!

The first explosion occurred without warning, resounding from the dome of the banquet hall.

then.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the explosions continued, the entire banquet hall began to tremble violently.

The enormous crystal chandelier let out a mournful cry as it crashed down from a height of tens of meters.

Surprisingly, the expected scene of carnage did not occur.

The enormous chandelier crashed into an open space in the center of the crowd, startling everyone who scrambled to their feet and scattered in all directions.

Before anyone could react, the decorative Roman columns around them also collapsed.

Its collapse was at an extremely tricky angle, precisely blocking the passage to the side door and the backstage area, yet it did not injure anyone.

Jiang Nan stood on the stage, watching this scene, and nodded in satisfaction.

The allure of structural mechanics.

Under her deliberate arrangement, the shockwave and smoke from the explosion forcibly drove the panicked crowd to the center of the banquet hall.

"Cough cough cough... Help! Earthquake!"

"Terrorist attack! This is a terrorist attack!"

The once elegant and noble tycoons are now disheveled and running away with their heads in their hands.

The mentor was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his white robe instantly covered in dust.

But this is only the beginning.

In the shadows of a corner of the banquet hall, Ram was still fiddling with her lighter.

"Heh heh, can't even handle that?"

"Sigh, since everyone's so angry, I'll try to calm you down. I'm just too soft-hearted."

bass.

Flames shot up.

With a flick of his wrist, Ram threw the burning lighter under the smoke detector on the ceiling.

A few seconds later.

Beep beep~ Beep beep~

The piercing fire alarm sounded.

Subsequently, dozens of fire sprinklers on the ceiling of the banquet hall were activated simultaneously.

A torrent of icy water poured down, extinguishing all the smoke and dust, as well as the enthusiasm in people's hearts.

"Oh no! My makeup!"

"My limited edition Hermès!"

"Don't push me! Get out of my way!"

The eyeshadow on the faces of the ladies in their gowns was washed away by the water, leaving behind streaks of black.

The wigs on the heads of the wealthy businessmen were washed off, revealing their bald foreheads.

Meanwhile, the believers on the stage, dressed in white robes, were soaked through and clung to their bodies, looking like drowned rats.

Amidst the chaotic screams.

Tap, tap, tap.

A series of steady, powerful footsteps sounded.

Chen Zheng emerged from the shadows, his left hand resting on his lower back and his right hand holding a dark green ID card aloft.

Water streamed down his angular face, soaking his black suit, but he remained so composed that he showed no sign of distress.

He walked to the spotlight in the center of the banquet hall and scanned the entire room with his gaze.

"Shut up, all of you!"

This roar, delivered without a megaphone, contained a murderous intent that overwhelmed the screams of the entire audience.

That's the aura of someone who has truly crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The scene immediately froze.

Everyone instinctively shut their mouths, staring in horror at the man standing in the rain.

Chen Zheng casually flicked the water droplets from his hair and showed the documents in his hand to everyone.

"Colonel Chen Zheng."

"Execute counter-terrorism mission and capture key members of the 'Divergence' faction!"

Counter-terrorism?

Upon hearing those two words, all the wealthy people present turned green with anger.

If it were just hats, they might be able to rely on their wealth and power to call in lawyers to argue their case, or at worst, pull some strings and find a way.

But it was the military that came, and they were on a counter-terrorism mission!

There's a saying that's been circulating online that goes something like this.

Investigations require evidence collection, and arrests require procedures.

But counterterrorism only requires coordinates.

This means the other side has the right to kill on the spot!

These so-called social celebrities were, in the eyes of the other party, about the same level as a dog on the street.

Of course, some people may question the authenticity of this colonel.

But with the entire banquet hall blown up, all I dared to do was question it in my heart.

"Everyone!"

"Hands on your head! Crouch down!"

"Anyone who acts recklessly will be considered an accomplice and killed without exception!"

Whoosh!

This time, no one dared to hesitate.

Whether they were billionaires or artists who were just chatting and laughing, they all covered their heads and squatted on the waterlogged ground, not daring to utter a sound.

The only noise in the entire banquet hall was the sound of running water.

Chen Zheng snorted coldly and turned to look at the corner.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Get to work!"