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

a few days later.

Southwest Military Region firing range.

Chen Zheng sat on a small stool under the sunshade, still holding the stainless steel thermos in his hand.

In the past few days, relying on his lieutenant colonel privileges and hacking skills, he used all sorts of legal and illegal methods.

He thoroughly investigated almost all the ancient martial arts families involved in the Blue Dream business.

The result was that the more they investigated, the more uncomfortable they felt.

The Yan family of Yan and Zhao monopolized 70% of the trade in rare medicinal materials in the country.

The Li family in Northwest China controls several important cross-border logistics channels.

The Lin family in the southeast carries a lot of weight in the coastal ports.

The overseas financial accounts of the Zhao family in the Central Plains are even more unfathomable.

In addition, there is the Blue Dream purification technology of the Southwest Clan.

These five long-established families have secretly woven a vast network of interests.

Pharmaceuticals, logistics, finance, and import/export trade are all involved.

The number of stakeholders in the political and military circles who have unclear relationships with these people is countless.

Trying to bring them down from within?

These old foxes are bound together by mutual interests; they rise and fall together.

Trying to forcibly overturn the table from the outside?

We need to find a powerful figure who is not afraid of being targeted by these five companies working together.

The problem is, who among those figures would be willing to withstand such a huge backlash and bear the historical responsibility for causing social unrest in the name of so-called absolute justice?

That's why, in the end, the higher-ups made the ridiculous decision to punish everyone equally.

It's just three words.

no way.

Bang bang bang.

Not far away, Ram finished firing a burst of bullets with his assault rifle and glanced furtively toward the sunshade.

Seeing the instructor staring blankly, he immediately pulled out half a bag of potato chips from the pocket of his tactical vest and popped them into his mouth.

Normally, the moment that sound rang out, Chen Zheng's military boot would have already delivered a flying kick.

But today, he merely raised his eyelids slightly, without even having the urge to curse.

Ram swallowed the potato chip and moved closer to Yao Yao, who was changing a magazine, and whispered gossip.

"Yaoyao, I have a feeling that the instructor has been acting really strange these past two days."

"I was chewing loudly on purpose, and you didn't even roll your eyes at me. Did something happen when you guys went out?"

Yao Yao glared at Ram: "Go eat your potato chips."

As she spoke, her anxiety grew.

These past few days, I've clearly sensed that the instructors have something on their minds.

Although he would still habitually make a sarcastic remark during training, he would always just sit there lost in thought after the training was over.

Several times I wanted to ask what was wrong, but when I looked at that tense profile, I swallowed the words back.

Afternoon training session is over.

As soon as the whistle blew, the team members collapsed to the ground.

Yao Yao rushed to the bathhouse, washed away her sweat, and changed into clean everyday clothes.

I was just about to go out for a stroll when I suddenly stopped in my tracks at the camp gate.

From a distance, a middle-aged woman was standing outside the cordon at the entrance of the camp.

She was wearing a light white coat, and her hair was neatly tied up.

Her face resembled hers somewhat, and she was rather reservedly tiptoeing to look into the camp.

Yao Yao froze on the spot.

The next second, her short legs shot out.

"mom!"

The middle-aged woman trembled upon hearing the voice.

Turning around, she saw her daughter running towards her, and tears streamed down her face.

I almost dropped the thermos in my hand, so I quickly switched it to the other hand, then opened my arms and caught Yao Yao as she pounced on me.

Yao Yao clung to her mother, burying her head tightly in her arms.

Yao's mother stroked Yao's hair tenderly, murmuring to herself.

"Oh my goodness, you've lost so much weight!"

"Your face is so tanned, did you suffer in there? Are you used to the food in the cafeteria? Did you eat enough?"

Yao Yao pulled her face out of her arms, wiped away her tears haphazardly, and shook her head frantically.

"No, no, I can eat several bowls of rice, so I haven't lost weight!"

As she spoke, she took her mother's hand and led her to sit down on the steps of the flower bed next to her, and began to talk animatedly about her glorious deeds in the army.

When Chen Zheng was mentioned, Yao Yao put her hands on her hips, put on a serious face, and imitated Chen Zheng's lazy look.

"Mom, you don't know, our instructor has become a monster. He makes us run laps all the time and calls us idiots every day."

"But he's a really nice person; he always puts himself in front of danger."

"As the saying goes, when there is danger, the instructor is the safety net; when there is no danger, the instructor is the most dangerous."

Although she was complaining vehemently, her tone was full of admiration, and even carried a hint of pride.

Seeing her daughter's rambling on and on, Yao's mother finally felt relieved.

She reached out and unscrewed the lid of the insulated container, and a fragrant aroma of meat wafted out.

The top layer is braised pork ribs with a bright red color, the middle layer is steamed egg custard, and at the bottom is a small jar of crystal clear osmanthus honey.

Yao Yao cheered and, no longer caring about her special forces image, squatted down on the steps, picked up a piece of rib with her hand, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Yao's mother chuckled and scolded her little glutton, then took out a tissue from her pocket and gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her daughter's mouth.

The two people squatted on the steps, chatting and laughing.

This scene is truly incredibly heartwarming.

At this moment, Yao Yao's face no longer showed any ferocity, nor did it have the same determination she had when facing the ancient martial arts master.

She was just an ordinary little girl, pampered by her mother.

Chen Zheng, carrying a thermos, happened to pass by the tree-lined path leading to the gate.

I turned my head casually and saw this scene, so I stopped in my tracks.

Under the cover of the trees, he quietly watched the mother and daughter in the distance, falling into a long silence.

Yao Yao's mother was also a member of the main family.

Although Yao Yao was judged to have no talent for martial arts from a young age, she was abandoned to fend for herself and suffered endless scorn.

But her mother is still a member of the clan.

If I were to disregard everything and uproot the main family, it would surely trigger a terrible earthquake.

Under the nest, have the eggs finished?

Those marginalized clansmen who were not directly involved in the Blue Dream business, or even who had no idea what dirty things their family was doing, would inevitably be affected.

When Yao Yao was at the Cloud Club, she spoke resolutely to her grandfather, the Grand Elder.

Born a Mulan, died a Mulan ghost.

But no matter what she says, she still has feelings for those people.

If I really make a big fuss and cause the Zong family to be completely destroyed, what will happen to Yao Yao?

Yao Yao will most likely still not say anything, and might even force a smile and run over to say loudly that the instructor did the right thing.

But what about in my heart?

Chen Zheng leaned against the tree trunk and took a deep breath.

At the distant gate, the visiting time had come to an end.

Yao's mother stood up, reluctantly took her daughter's hand, and gave her many more instructions. Finally, she took out a red hand-knitted scarf from her bag.

She personally wrapped the scarf around Yao Yao's neck.

With red eyes and her lips tightly bitten, Yao Yao saw her mother off all the way out of the camp gate.

I stopped at the edge of the guard post and stood there watching my mother's figure disappear little by little.

The sun has completely set.

Chen Zheng looked at the petite figure standing alone in the wind and murmured to himself.

"If justice is too heavy a burden, won't it contradict its own principles?"