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

On the tree-lined avenue in the military district.

Chen Zheng's brain began to work at high speed, calculating the next plan.

The first step is to find a way to thoroughly investigate the shady interests and fatal weaknesses of the four great families.

The second step is to tailor-make a seamless, multi-pronged plan.

The destruction of the main family must be carefully packaged as a big cake.

We need to let those old guys know that after the Zong family falls, the authorities will absolutely not target them, and they also need to see the huge profits that come from annexing the Zong family's assets.

"When it comes to scheming and plotting, I'm just as good as you."

……

That afternoon, Chen Zheng entered the training field.

Gunfire was sporadic at the firing range, while members of the Mulan Special Forces were sitting around a few poplar trees, idly fishing.

Lamu hid in the shadow of Guo Huaiying's broad back, and the two of them ate snacks together.

Before she could even swallow, Ram's collar suddenly tightened, and she was lifted off the ground and flew into the air.

Chen Zheng kicked her precisely in the buttocks.

Ram traced a parabola in the air before plunging face-first into a sandpit.

"Are you tired of living?!" Chen Zheng crossed his arms and said coldly, "Instead of training when you should be, you have the nerve to hold a tea party here?"

"Everyone, get ready! 20km cross-country run, armed with gear!"

Instead of making a sound, Ram, who was lying in the sandpit, suddenly raised her head, spat out a mouthful of sand, and grinned widely.

The drill instructors are back!

These past few days, Chen Zheng's somber mood has kept the entire team on edge.

This familiar feeling immediately made everyone feel comfortable.

The female soldiers stood at attention with high spirits, and even Li Yue, who usually loved to complain, quickly picked up her marching pack.

Yao Yao jogged over with her gun in her arms and whispered as she approached Chen Zheng.

"Instructor, have you thought of a plan?"

Chen Zheng lowered his eyes, looked at the petite woman who only reached his chest, raised his hand, bent his index finger, and flicked her forehead.

"Just mind your own business." Chen Zheng withdrew his hand, picked up the thermos again, and said, "You worry about all sorts of trivial things all day long, no wonder you're not growing tall."

Yao Yao covered her bright red forehead, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.

But the huge weight that had been hanging over my heart finally lifted.

Once the instructor starts insulting someone, it means that things are under his control.

……

Late that night.

Chen Zheng pushed open the door to the communications room. He sat on a chair with a keyboard, his hands constantly manipulating something.

Chen Zheng placed the thermos on the table, pulled up a chair and sat down, casually tossing a stack of papers covered with names onto the keyboard.

"Help me dig deeper into the network of relationships between these four families."

"The point isn't to find out what kind of cooperation they have, but to dig up their dirty history as thoroughly as possible."

His brain had been working non-stop these past few days, and even someone made of iron would get tired. Fortunately, he decided to hand the job over to the keyboard and relax.

Before this, he had already given a general overview of the plot and the keyboard, but he didn't say anything he shouldn't have.

Upon hearing this, the keyboard stopped what it was doing.

"Is the instructor trying to sow discord?"

Chen Zheng chuckled, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his legs.

"Sowing discord is too low-level."

"What I want to do is redistribute the benefits."

The keyboard, seemingly understanding but not quite, scratched its messy hair, said nothing more, and immediately turned to the electronic battlefield.

With Chen Zheng providing hands-on guidance, plus the various materials he had previously researched, he was able to learn more.

In less than two hours, a stack of A4 papers was slapped onto the table.

He rubbed his aching wrists, picked up the remaining half-bottle of Pepsi and drank it all in one gulp, then gave an OK sign.

Chen Zheng took out a pencil, pulled out the top sheet of paper covered with transaction records, and quickly scanned each line of text.

The pen tip kept sketching out a messy web of relationships.

As I expected, these five companies were engaged in a great deal of behind-the-scenes competition and rivalry.

The Yan family of Yan and Zhao and the Li family of the Northwest fought openly and secretly for five years over a smuggling route for rare medicinal herbs.

As a result, the Yan family was defeated, and the Yan family, unable to contain their anger, spent a large sum of money to bribe the Li family's escort manager and had a batch of valuable goods from their hometown sunk in the river.

The Lin family in the southeast was not idle either, and they kept their eyes on the overseas money laundering channels controlled by the Zhao family in the Central Plains.

They secretly planted countless corporate spies, trying to poach talent.

These events normally lead to constant conflicts among the various families, but now it is only due to the enormous interests of Lanmeng and the pressure from the authorities that they have been united.

What excited Chen Zheng even more was that he discovered a key point in those complicated accounts.

In the chain of events surrounding Lanmeng, the main family is the absolute leader.

It's because they've tightly controlled the core Blue Dream purification technology.

Although the remaining four companies provided the medicinal materials, logistics, distribution channels, and even invested a large sum of start-up capital, the total amount they received was less than 30 percent of the total.

Since everyone is from a family of roughly the same caliber, how could the other four families possibly accept this distribution system?

Thinking this, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

From this perspective, the key to breaking the deadlock is quite simple.

There's absolutely no need to fight to the death with these five big guys.

The first thing to do is to break the technological monopoly.

If Lan Meng's research materials are confiscated and handed over, the Zong family will be finished, and the purification technology that has been kept under wraps will be nationalized.

With a little manipulation, if it were legalized for use as a medical sedative, the remaining four companies could legitimately enter the market and share this huge pie.

The second thing was to divide up the territory.

The Zong family has been entrenched in the southwest for decades, possessing countless properties and resources.

With this guy gone, the vacated space is enough for any family to have a good time.

Finally, there is a third thing, which is to send out a warning signal.

Everyone needs to understand that they are going after the main family.

As long as these four families behave themselves and sever ties with the Zong family, all the past messes can be wiped clean.

If anyone dares to step forward and act as a scapegoat out of loyalty, then don't blame me.

In doing so, they risked their reputations and honor to protect a main family that was destined to perish.

Or should we just sit comfortably in the stands, waiting for the head of the family to die so we can rush up and divide the spoils?

These old foxes could never have made the wrong choice.

"You've worked hard. Go play your game, but don't stay up too late."

Patting the keyboard on the shoulder, Chen Zhengbian picked up his coat, pushed open the door, and went out onto the playground for some fresh air.

There looks like someone is hanging on the horizontal bar in the distance.

Upon closer inspection, Yao Yao was hanging upside down on the horizontal bar with her legs hooked around it, and a red scarf was hanging around her neck.

Chen Zheng walked over and stood silently by the horizontal bar.

Yao Yao remained hanging upside down, tilting her little face up in a daze.

A full half minute passed before her voice finally rang out.

"Instructor, are you ready to kill the Zong family?"

Chen Zheng raised his eyelids slightly, but did not give a definite answer. He simply asked a question in a flat tone.

What if I said yes?