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

Chen Zheng slowly withdrew his hand, let out a long breath, then took a step back and clasped his hands in a salute to the other party.

"The old man's skills are profound; I admire him greatly."

He genuinely admired him.

Without using exaggerated strength, in terms of technique alone, even a master-level Xingyi Quan player can only manage a draw.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

An Yuanchao withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and burst into loud laughter.

"Good lad, that's a great physique!"

The old man had a rosy complexion and looked quite calm and composed.

But in reality, the right hand behind his back was trembling wildly.

The impact from those few times had almost made his body go numb.

This kid must have grown up eating iron pellets, how come he's so tough?

"Are you alright...?"

Only then did An Jianjun dare to come closer, nervously scrutinizing the two of them.

"What could be wrong?"

An Yuanchao glared at him, enduring the discomfort in his hand, and patted Chen Zheng's shoulder with his other hand, while also kneading Chen Zheng's arm bone.

"He has exceptional potential; he's a promising talent."

The old man murmured something under his breath, then looked into Chen Zheng's eyes, his tone becoming more serious.

"Practice hard."

"In the future, some heavier burdens will likely fall on your generation."

Chen Zheng was slightly taken aback.

There's a hidden meaning in that old man's words.

Before he could figure it out, An Yuanchao had already turned around and walked towards the car.

"Let's go! Jianjun!"

"Today's soldiers are much better than I was back then!"

The old man's voice drifted from afar, revealing an undisguised sense of satisfaction.

An Jianjun quickly followed and respectfully opened the car door for the old man.

Chen Zheng stood there, watching the taillights of the departing car, and touched his Adam's apple.

If that had happened on a real battlefield, the outcome would likely have been extremely dangerous.

He shook his head, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

"Is this what they call a veteran soldier of the older generation?"

"That's interesting."

He sighed and turned to walk towards the office building.

That fight just now was really exhilarating.

Although both sides held back, the skillful contest still gave him a long-lost sense of clarity.

Back in his office, Chen Zheng first took a shower.

Ten minutes later, he changed into casual clothes and sat down at his desk.

The first thing to do, naturally, is to unscrew the stainless steel thermos.

I tossed in a few plump red goji berries, then poured in boiling water.

"Phew~"

Chen Zheng blew away the goji berries floating on the water and took a small sip.

Health preservation is a basic quality of a strict drill instructor.

After all, if you want to torment these female soldiers to the point of death, you first have to live long enough yourself.

Once his body was completely relaxed, Chen Zheng focused his consciousness into his mind and began to digest the Skynet knowledge base he had previously received.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

This is practically a cyber god.

It encompasses more than just intrusion and defense. It also includes global intelligence analysis algorithms and even predictive protocols based on human behavior patterns.

Chen Zheng opened his eyes, casually picked up the tablet computer on the table, and his fingertips swiped rapidly across the screen.

Ten minutes later, the ordinary military tablet instantly transformed into his personal terminal.

If he wanted to, he could even deduce within three minutes, by analyzing road network surveillance, what time the brigade commander would most likely return home that night, and what he might have for dinner.

"Is this what information warfare is...?"

A playful smile curved Chen Zheng's lips.

If you showed this thing to that internet-addicted girl on the keyboard, she'd probably kneel down and call you "daddy" on the spot.

However, you can't bite off more than you can chew.

This database is too large; it will take time to fully convert it into combat power.

Thinking of this, Chen Zheng put down the tablet and his gaze fell on the personnel files on the corner of the table.

Time to start working on the next team member.

My current self possesses explosive combat power, top-notch electronic technology, and even massage skills.

One more thing is missing.

Unconventional warfare tactics.

For example, poisoning.

Chen Zheng's hand opened the file folder and looked at a name.

Song Jia.

The girl in the photo has short, ear-length hair and a gentle smile; she looks like an older sister.

In the team, she always played the role of a nanny, taking care of bandaging anyone who bumped or bruised themselves.

But Chen Zheng hadn't forgotten what happened in the banquet hall just the day before yesterday.

This seemingly harmless girl poured neurotoxin into the champagne tower without batting an eye, causing it to overturn and rendering a large group of people unable to run away.

Moreover, according to his observation, this girl has a very interesting quirk.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

Her tactical vest was always folded the neatest, and everything in her first-aid kit was also in perfect order.

Even after training in the mud, she would spend twice as long as others taking a shower.

Born into a family of military doctors, he has a special passion for toxicology.

"Despite being a drug addict, he has a strong aversion to germs."

As Chen Zheng looked at the photo in the file, his smile deepened.

This contrast is what makes it so intriguing.

He picked up a red pen, uncapped it, and drew a bright red circle above Song Jia's name.

"Hehehehehehe..."

……

Meanwhile, at the Mulan dormitory building.

Although it was already high in the sky, most of the female soldiers, who had been up all night, were still catching up on sleep.

The dormitory was quiet except for Shen Doudou's soft snoring.

Song Jia was wrapped in a blanket, curled up at the foot of the bed, fast asleep.

Even in her sleep, her brows were slightly relaxed.

Sudden.

A strange chill swept over me.

The beautiful dream suddenly turned into a dark and damp dungeon.

A huge crucible, bubbling with green bubbles, lay before her.

She herself was strapped above the crucible and slowly falling.

The green liquid was churning with poisonous creatures such as toads and centipedes.

"No, don't."

Song Jia struggled desperately in her dream, her face filled with terror.

Then, a face slowly emerged from the green liquid.

That was Chen Zheng's face.

In her dream, Chen Zheng held a thermos cup, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth to her, and smiled with unparalleled kindness.

"Song Jia, it's time to take a shower."

"what!"

Song Jia suddenly opened her eyes, sat up abruptly in bed, and gasped for breath.

Her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat as she looked around in terror.

The familiar dormitory, the familiar sunshine, and Shen Doudou's reassuring snoring.

"Phew~"

Song Jia patted her chest and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, still feeling lingering fear.

"That scared me to death, it was just a dream."

She grabbed a wet wipe from the bedside table and frantically wiped her fingers, which weren't actually dirty, muttering to herself.

"How could I have such a dream? It's disgusting and terrifying."

At that moment, she was unaware of it.

Sometimes, dreams are not just a projection of the subconscious, but may also be a premonition of something.

She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, feeling a chill all over her body.

This damn dream!