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

Half an hour later.

The newly built fully simulated urban counter-terrorism training hall.

This simulates a complex urban environment, full of dark alleys and intricate building structures, and is specifically designed for training urban warfare.

Two figures stood at the entrance, each checking their weapons.

It's not a blank cartridge, nor is it a laser simulator.

It is a specially made marking bullet.

These bullets cannot kill people. The bullet head is made of hard wax and pigment. When it hits the body, it will tear the skin and cause pain three times that of ordinary rubber bullets.

If you don't know exactly how painful it is, just imagine the pain of a toe with paronychia when it's lifted up to the corner of a table.

"Are you ready?"

Qin Hong pulled back the bolt and said coldly.

An Ran put on the tactical mask, revealing only a pair of fierce, wolf-like eyes.

"Enough with the nonsense."

"Let's fight!"

……

Twenty minutes later, inside the museum.

Qin Hong leaned against a cement wall, holding an HK416 rifle, trying to control her breathing.

She was listening.

From the left front, at the three o'clock position, about fifteen meters away, came the sound of fabric rubbing together.

"I found you."

Qin Hong sneered. Without peeking out to confirm, she simply lowered the muzzle of her gun slightly, aimed it at the wooden wall, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da!

Three shots in quick succession.

The bullet pierced the wooden board, sending up a cloud of wood chips.

"Hmm!"

A muffled groan came from behind the wall.

An Ran clutched her left arm and rolled awkwardly toward the other side of the cover.

Even though it's a marking bullet, the kinetic energy of this thing can still cause excruciating pain when it hits you.

The red paint spread rapidly on my left arm, and my arm felt numb in waves.

"Damn it..."

An Ran gritted her teeth, cold sweat sliding down her cheeks.

That's an exaggeration.

Five minutes have passed since she entered the venue, but she hasn't even seen Qin Hong's face yet, and she's been completely overwhelmed and can't lift her head.

The other party was like a robot, calculating exactly where he could go.

The moment she dares to show her face, the match will be over in the next second.

"Anran, stop hiding."

Qin Hong's voice echoed confidently through the resounding hall, "Where's your gun-fu? Show me!"

"Faced with absolute tactical skill and calculation, your fighting ability is nothing special."

It may sound harsh, but it's the truth.

So-called gunfighting is essentially a high-risk gamble.

But faced with Qin Hong's textbook-perfect tactics, An Ran didn't even have the right to compete.

After all, she wasn't like Chen Zheng, who could hit the target every time he shot.

Inside the spectator room, An Jianjun's palms were sweating profusely as he watched: "This... the gap is quite large."

"Qin Hong is, after all, the sharpshooter of the Central Military Region. She has experienced this kind of complex terrain combat countless times, but An Ran has no such experience."

All the staff officers shook their heads.

The situation is basically a 50/50 split.

Qin Hong fired a shot with a "whoosh," and An Ran fell down with a "whoosh."

Only Chen Zheng.

He was still holding his thermos, and even put his legs up on the table with great interest.

"What's the rush? Even a wolf will bite when cornered, let alone her."

Inside the hall.

An Ran huddled behind an overturned desk, panting heavily.

The excruciating pain in her arm constantly stimulated her nerves, but it also made her previously somewhat confused mind unusually clear.

She looked down and glanced at the rough brass thumb ring on her thumb.

That was given to her by Chen Zheng.

An Ran closed her eyes, and Chen Zheng's face flashed through her mind.

She has been imitating Chen Zheng all along.

Imitate his composure, his marksmanship, and even his sense of control over the entire situation.

But she was not Chen Zheng after all.

She doesn't have that kind of marksmanship, nor does she have that superhuman physical ability.

She is An Ran.

"call……"

Thinking this, An Ran suddenly opened her eyes.

Since I can't beat you in tactics, I'm not going to play tactics with you anymore!

She unbuttoned two buttons on her bulletproof vest to make it easier to breathe.

"Qin Hong!"

An Ran suddenly shouted, "Didn't you want to see? Watch carefully!"

Before she finished speaking, she pulled a stun grenade from her waist and threw it directly at the chandelier above her head.

clang!

The stun grenade struck the chandelier bracket precisely, bounced off, and landed on the side of the bunker where Qin Hong was hiding.

boom!

A burst of intense light and a deafening explosion occurred instantly.

Although the latter reacted extremely quickly by closing her eyes and turning around, the loud noise still caused a sharp pain in her eardrums and temporary hearing loss.

In that very instant.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

An Ran raised her hand and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the remaining few headlights above her head.

Glass shards flew everywhere, plunging the entire hall into darkness in an instant.

"madman!"

Qin Hong cursed and quickly turned on her tactical flashlight.

Before she could see anything clearly, a figure pounced out of the darkness.

An Ran abandoned all cover, stepped on the broken glass scattered on the ground, and used the momentary darkness to forcefully close the distance between the two.

Qin Hong felt a blur before her eyes and instinctively raised her gun to block.

Bang!

An Ran bumped into Qin Hong's arms.

The two men's rifles became entangled and flew out of their hands at the same time.

What followed was pure close-quarters combat.

Qin Hong's fighting skills are standard military killing techniques, with each move aimed straight for vital points, including throat locks, eye gouging, and groin kicks, making her extremely ruthless.

Anran, on the other hand, completely defied expectations.

She was like a street thug, her wild punches mixed with a bit of Xingyi Quan she had learned from Chen Zheng.

Qin Hong threw a hook punch at An Ran's cheekbone. The latter tilted his head and took the hit, then retaliated with a groin kick.

"Well……"

Qin Hong's face turned pale with pain, and her movements froze.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, An Ran leaned in, gripped Qin Hong's shoulders tightly with both hands, and slammed her head forward.

Boom!

A headbutt.

Qin Hong felt as if her nose was about to break, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

The two of them continued to fight on the dusty, broken glass-covered ground.

This is not a simple contest.

These are two women, fighting desperately for the same man, and for their own pride.

"Lie down!"

Qin Hong roared and finally caught An Ran in a weak spot.

She wrapped her legs around An Ran's waist and used a standard contortion armbar to lock An Ran's right arm tightly.

"Admit defeat! Otherwise, your arm will be ruined!"

A sharp pain shot through her, and An Ran's face turned deathly pale, but a chilling smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Is it ruined?"

"Then let's just scrap it!"

Instead of relaxing, An Ran used her waist to propel Qin Hong up from the ground, causing them to slam hard into a nearby concrete pillar.

Bang!

This suicidal impact dealt a heavy blow to Qin Hong's back before she could react, almost choking her breath and causing her to loosen her grip.

An Ran took the opportunity to break free, and the two rolled backward at the same time, creating distance between them.

The sound of panting echoed in the hall.

Both of them were already at their limit.