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

That afternoon, the girls of Mulan's team finally woke up.

During their rare holiday, they went to the city in twos and threes to enjoy themselves.

Chen Zheng didn't join in the fun; he stood alone on the training field.

With his eyes closed, his mind was filled with the flowing Tai Chi movements of Grandpa An Yuanchao from the day before.

Chen Zheng slowly raised his hands and drew circles in front of him, his legs slightly bent, his back relaxed, and his whole body loose and slouching.

"Instructor, what kind of training are you doing?"

Ram changed into casual clothes and curiously approached as she passed by.

"Why does it look like the Tai Chi that old men do in the park? Is it true that older people like to do this kind of thing?"

Chen Zheng's eyelids twitched, and he slowly withdrew from his stance.

"roll."

"Tch, fine, I won't tell you then."

Ram pouted, then turned and skipped away.

Chen Zheng watched her departing figure, his lips twitching involuntarily. Then he sighed dejectedly and looked down at his hands.

He had thought that the master-level Xingyi Quan he had acquired would give him a better grasp of his body and perhaps solve the hidden ailment that had been bothering him for so long.

After practicing for a long time, apart from feeling that my fists were harder, my lower body remained completely still.

It seems that martial arts alone cannot solve the problem.

"Never mind, let's get down to business."

Chen Zheng unscrewed the thermos and took a sip, his eyes sharpening again.

With the system around, it shouldn't be a big deal. Instead of wasting time, I'd rather think about how to unlock the individual storylines of the team members.

He temporarily set his sights on Song Jia, but it was not an easy task; a certain opportunity was needed.

Just as he was making plans, he caught a glimpse of a furtive figure out of the corner of his eye.

It's Song Jia.

At this moment, she was dressed in civilian clothes, tightly clutching a black box in her arms, and was walking furtively towards a secluded corner of the camp.

That direction leads to an abandoned chemical warehouse.

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Everyone else has gone out shopping, leaving her all alone. Something's fishy about this; there must be a reason."

He then followed without making a sound.

Song Jia was unaware that she was being followed. She kept looking back to make sure no one was around before she gradually quickened her pace.

Chen Zheng followed far behind, thinking to himself.

"Judging by this, she's not going to meet some random guy, is she?"

Dating in the military is a major taboo, let alone in special forces.

If that were the case, as the instructor, I'm afraid I'd have to tearfully break up the couple.

After all, romantic relationships have the biggest impact on combat effectiveness.

Soon, Song Jia's figure disappeared at the entrance of the dilapidated warehouse.

Chen Zheng waited a few minutes before quietly sneaking over.

The warehouse door was locked, so he went around to the side of the warehouse, found a dusty window, carefully approached it, and used his finger to rub a crack in the glass to squint and look inside.

With just one glance, Chen Zheng's pupils contracted sharply.

The warehouse was dimly lit and had an eerie atmosphere, resembling Walter White's laboratory in Breaking Bad at first glance.

In this eerie atmosphere, Song Jia changed into a white surgical gown, and wore goggles and a mask.

She was standing in front of a long table covered with a white cloth.

On the table, there are rows of labeled test tubes filled with colorful liquids.

What's even more chilling is the row of iron cages on the other side of the table, containing more than a dozen lively white mice.

At this moment, Song Jia was holding a white mouse by the scruff of its neck, skillfully extracting a drop of liquid from a dark purple bottle, and precisely injecting it into the mouse's body with a syringe.

After doing all this, she threw the mouse back into the cage, picked up the stopwatch, and pressed the timer button.

Soon, the white mouse in the cage began to convulse violently, foaming at the mouth and twisting its limbs.

Song Jia watched quietly, her eyes quite focused, humming a children's song.

"Little bunny, open the door..."

Only after the mouse had completely stiffened and remained motionless did she press the stopwatch and pick up a pen to quickly jot something down in her notebook.

"Compound No. 3, a white mouse weighing 30 grams, died 37.5 seconds after injection, accompanied by severe neurological spasms before death..."

Chen Zheng stood outside the window, completely silent.

His powerful physique allowed him to hear Song Jia's mutterings clearly, and hearing such words at this moment was quite uncomfortable.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Compared to Song Jia, who was humming a nursery rhyme while conducting a poisoning experiment, the eccentric mentor in the banquet hall seemed like an innocent and pure white flower.

"This girl is more villainous than the villain herself!"

He only knew that Song Jia seemed to have a strange interest in poisons, but he didn't expect it to be to this extent.

Just as Chen Zheng was deep in thought, Song Jia walked to a larger glass tank in the corner, inside which was a brightly colored snake coiled up.

She put on thick protective gloves, her face full of delight.

"Little one, it's your turn today."

Chen Zheng watched as she pulled out the venomous snake, pried open its mouth with tweezers, and carefully collected the venom.

"This is unbelievable, damn it, it's getting more and more perverted."

He rushed to the gate, took a deep breath, and then suddenly lifted his foot.

boom!

He kicked the rusty iron gate open with one foot.

"Who?!"

Song Jia shuddered in fright, causing the beaker in her hand to tilt and spill several drops of concentrated sulfuric acid onto the table, corroding small holes that hissed and crackled.

She turned around in alarm, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Chen Zheng standing at the door.

"Teach...instructor."

Song Jia quickly took off her goggles and hid the things in her hands behind her back.

"What are you doing here?"

Chen Zheng didn't answer, but stepped in, his gaze moving from the test tube to the trembling white mouse in the cage, and finally landing on Song Jia.

"Could you explain?"

"This...this is my secret base."

Song Jia lowered her head and answered in a low voice, "It's full of... some prohibited chemicals and highly toxic organisms that I've collected."

Chen Zheng was so angry he laughed.

He couldn't see clearly from outside the window before, but now he could see it clearly: on the shelf next to him, there was a row of bottles with skull and crossbones logos.

The label indicates that it contains highly toxic substances such as cyanide and arsenic.

There were also a few bottles with blurry labels, but they were clearly not simple either.

Although he had no experience in pharmacy, based on his experience from his previous life, he could tell that this stockpile of drugs was more than enough to poison half a company, let alone cause a small-scale city-wide panic.

"Bomberman, hackers, and now Breaking Bad, you guys..."

Upon hearing this, Song Jia panicked even more and quickly waved her hands, saying, "Instructor, please don't misunderstand, I... I was actually doing it for medical research!"

Chen Zheng rolled his eyes and interrupted him directly: "Alright, do you think I didn't see how happy you were when you killed that rat?"