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

Security Section, outside the interrogation room.

Wang Aiguo, the head of the security department, wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed an interrogation record to An Jianjun with both hands.

An Jianjun snatched the record, his eyebrows furrowing instantly.

Wang Jianguo swallowed hard and mustered his courage to report.

"Brigadier, those dozen or so men inside are too tough."

"We stayed up all night, using every method imaginable, including electric shocks, bright lights, and exhaustive interrogation, but we still couldn't get any information out of them."

"It wasn't until they were all on the verge of collapse that the scarred man with one of his hands exploded confessed that they were all from the main family."

"Moreover, that scarred man was very arrogant and warned us that this was a family matter of the main family, and that we should pretend we didn't see it and not interfere, or we would get ourselves into trouble."

An Jianjun was so angry he laughed.

"A group of social cancers hiding in the gutter, cowardly gangsters, actually dared to treat the back mountain of the Southwest Military Region as their own backyard."

"Not only did he refuse to confess after being arrested, but he also dared to threaten active-duty generals—it's an absolute joke!"

"A powerful family? Do they even have any respect for the military?!"

Chen Zheng leaned against the wall in the corridor, one hand in his training pants pocket and the other holding his thermos.

Hearing An Jianjun's low murmur, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

They dared to sneak into Mulan's territory to steal her, and even after being caught, they still dared to shout.

These people have been living comfortably for too long and have become arrogant and ignorant.

Thinking this, he slowly opened the door to the interrogation room, walked to An Jianjun's side, took the interrogation record, glanced at it casually, and then put it back on the iron table.

"Leave it to me."

After leaving a message, Chen Zheng turned around decisively.

……

Back in his office, Chen Zheng kicked the door shut and sat down at his computer desk.

He raised his hands and his ten fingers flew across the keyboard.

The brain instantly went into full power, and with its powerful computing capabilities and access to the military's intranet, it gained access to various household registration systems, dark web databases, and national archives.

On the computer screen, countless encrypted files were forcibly deciphered, reassembled, and filtered.

In less than three minutes, an electronic case file appeared on the screen.

Chen Zheng narrowed his eyes, his gaze quickly sweeping over every word on the file.

This so-called Zong family is indeed not an ordinary criminal gang, but an ancient martial arts family that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Tracing back through their family genealogy, they can even be linked to Zong Ze, a famous general of the Northern Song Dynasty.

After hundreds of years of development, this family has extensive connections in the underground world and even has a deep influence in overseas capital.

However, he is very low-key and leaves almost no trace on any public network.

If we weren't living in the internet age, where everyone leaves information online, we might not be able to find them even twenty years ago.

Chen Zheng scrolled the mouse wheel to the bottom of the file.

All core members of the direct line of the clan throughout the ages must cultivate a strange movement technique called "Butterfly Dream Step".

This footwork emphasizes lightness and unpredictability. Once executed, the body moves like a dream, allowing one to remain unscathed amidst a hail of bullets. It is a legendary skill.

Chen Zheng picked up his thermos and took a sip of warm water. The image of Yao Yao weaving among a dozen burly men in the woods behind the mountain yesterday evening instantly flashed into his mind.

It seems that this girl is not only a high-ranking member of the main family, but also possesses the complete inheritance of the Butterfly Dream Step.

But why did they come to capture Yao Yao?

……

That afternoon, at the Mulan training ground.

The female soldiers, who had just finished a 20-kilometer extreme weighted cross-country run, were sprawled out on the concrete ground, panting heavily, enjoying a rare ten-minute rest.

Ram pulled open the collar of his training uniform, picked up half a compressed biscuit and was about to put it in his mouth when he caught a glimpse of a petite figure moving in the open space not far away.

Unlike the others who lay down to rest, Yao Yao stood alone in the sunlight, closed her eyes, and practiced a very strange gait.

A pair of bare feet tapped back and forth on the ground without any pattern, while her upper body was twisted and tilted at an abnormal angle, making her appear unsteady.

Lam gently nudged Guo Huaiying beside her and whispered, "Look at Yao Yao, isn't she suffering from heatstroke that damaged her brain?"

Guo Huaiying scratched his head and said in a simple and honest manner, "These steps are making me dizzy."

An Ran struggled to her feet, her brows furrowed, and quickly walked to Yao Yao's side.

"Yaoyao, what are you practicing?"

Upon hearing the captain's voice, Yao Yao stopped in her tracks, a sweet smile immediately spreading across her face, revealing her two little tiger teeth.

She patted her flat chest and answered obediently, "Sister Anran, the instructor told me yesterday to practice more when I have nothing to do."

Upon hearing this, the female soldiers who were lying paralyzed around him all breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's training arranged by that living Yama, even something as simple as washing your hair upside down, there must be a reason behind it.

Ram, who had been questioning Yao Yao, suddenly looked at her with envy.

On the other side, Chen Zheng, carrying a thermos in one hand, had somehow slipped to a large tree at the edge of the training field and was silently watching Yao Yao's every move.

He narrowed his eyes, his brain working rapidly. With his master-level martial arts skills, he instantly saw through the flaws in this strange movement technique.

Yao Yao's footwork was indeed exquisite. With each step and twist of her waist, she could accurately land in the visual blind spot and power dead angle of the imaginary opponent.

But the problem is equally fatal.

This girl was completely driven by instinct, without any systematic breathing techniques to coordinate with it.

Every twisting, dodging movement pushes the muscles to their limits, placing an absurdly heavy burden on the knees and ankles.

It's only because she's young and has good flexibility that she's able to do that. If an older person dared to twist like that, they would have broken both legs and been carried into the operating room in less than three minutes.

as predicted.

Yao Yao drifted around in the open space for about eight minutes. Suddenly, her previously steady breathing became disordered, and her fair face turned deathly pale.

Her legs suddenly gave way, and she collapsed onto the grass with a thud, her camouflage uniform soaked with sweat.

Chen Zheng withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, strode out of the shade of the tree, and came to stand in front of Yao Yao.

He looked at the little girl, who was so exhausted she was about to roll her eyes back, and handed her his goji berry water.

Yao Yao was somewhat surprised. She quickly reached out her trembling hands to cup the bottle, tilted her head back, and drank half a bottle of warm water. Only then did the burning sensation in her chest lessen a little.

Chen Zheng's lips twitched, he put away the thermos, and then slowly said, "The problem with your footwork is your waist."

"When you change direction, don't brace yourself with your ankles. Use your waist and abdomen to generate power. Make your waist the core and use the power of your waist to drive your legs, instead of letting your legs drag your body."