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

Upon hearing Chen Zheng's reply, Yao Yao fell into deep thought.

Ten minutes later, she suddenly exerted force in her waist, and her small body did a backflip in the air, landing steadily on the sand.

She looked up at Chen Zheng and said:

"Instructor, I've said it before, I was born a Mulan, and I will die a Mulan ghost."

"I will never change this statement, no matter what."

But as soon as he finished speaking, his voice began to tremble.

"But my mother doesn't know anything. She's just an ordinary woman and has never been involved in the shady dealings of the main family."

"I'm not afraid of the downfall of the Zong family at all; they deserve it."

"But I'm really afraid that innocent people will also get involved."

Chen Zheng quietly looked at the helpless little girl in front of him.

He took his hand out of his pocket and gently pressed it on her little head.

"Your mother will be fine."

"I promise."

Yao Yao's lips trembled slightly, then she nodded vigorously.

"Instructor! I believe in you!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran back to the dormitory building.

Chen Zheng stood there, watching the small figure disappear into the night, and sighed helplessly.

……

The next day, Mulan's training continued as usual.

Chen Zheng leaned lazily against a pillar at the shooting range, watching his teammates train hard in the distance, their foreheads covered in sweat.

The plan is roughly in place, but the most crucial step is still missing.

He needs to find a way, an opportunity that will allow the other four companies to see the benefits.

He also needed to find a stepping stone, an intermediary who could help him relay his message to the ears of those high-ranking members of the powerful families.

A name popped into his mind.

An Yuanchao.

No one can say for sure how deep the old man's connections are in the Central Military Region and the ancient martial arts world.

But more importantly, he seemed to have some connections with prominent families in the capital.

But then he shook his head.

Although An Yuanchao admired him, he was, after all, a retired military leader, and his identity was sensitive.

It's inappropriate to have him engage in any kind of exchange of interests with a group of powerful families who play the capital game.

"Um, but..."

Chen Zheng suddenly remembered something.

Perhaps, there's no need for me to personally talk to those old foxes.

All you need to do is create a situation that they can't refuse.

Then force them to choose sides and make their own choices.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

Keyboard rushed over, carrying a tablet.

"Instructor, we've made a major discovery!!"

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow and took the tablet.

The screen displays several screenshots of WeChat chat history.

"I followed the clan's network and hacked into the WeChat account of one of their patriarch's nephews."

Chen Zheng nodded to Dean, his gaze falling on the chat history, his eyes becoming playful.

The reason these four companies are sticking together so tightly this time is not only because of interests, but also because of another more important reason.

Zong Yanhui, the head of the Zong family, has the upper hand over the other four families.

The Yan family smuggled rare medicinal herbs through its pharmaceutical company.

The Li family used cross-border logistics to smuggle prohibited items into the country.

Photos of the Lin family's ledgers showing how they bribed customs officials for port business.

There are also some bank statements showing that the Zhao family laundered money overseas.

Any one of these issues could be enough to cause a major upheaval for an entire family.

To put it bluntly, besides their shared interests, those four companies also have something to hide about each other.

After reading it, Chen Zheng couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Their power was intertwined, and they also had each other's dirty laundry.

Indeed, throughout history and across the world, the methods used by powerful and influential people in social interactions are vastly different.

What if I could help them get rid of these smears?

Chen Zheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly sat up straight.

A bold plan quickly took shape in his mind.

First, we need to find out the contents of all the dirt Zong Yanhui has, as well as its exact location.

Then find a way to let those four families know that he, Chen Zheng, can get these things, but he is not allowed to keep them, and he can even help them destroy all these deadly things.

There is only one condition: they must not interfere when the Zong family is in trouble.

Once all four families are no longer reliable, they'll find a way to expose Lan Meng's affair to the highest levels of public attention, a way that no one can suppress.

At that time, the four major families fell silent, and the main family lost its last protective umbrella.

With no more concerns at the top, the leader can now legitimately and openly carry out mass killings.

As for that "path that no one can suppress"...

Chen Zheng hasn't decided yet.

But he felt that with his own abilities, he could always find one.

After dinner, Anran took a bottle of water and found Chen Zheng taking a walk by the playground.

She sensed that the atmosphere between An Jianjun and Chen Zheng had been rather strange these past few days.

When she came out of the brigade commander's office today, she saw her father smoking alone.

Because An Ran was worried about his health, An Jianjun, who had quit smoking for several years, suddenly started smoking again, which meant he must have encountered some trouble.

An Ran walked directly to Chen Zheng's side and handed him the water in her hand.

"My dad hasn't been acting right these past few days. Did you upset him again?"

Chen Zheng took the water, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. "No, we just have different opinions on something."

An Ran looked at his profile and frowned.

"Is it troublesome?"

Chen Zheng didn't speak, but nodded.

An Ran didn't ask any more questions.

She knew that there were some things she shouldn't be involved in right now.

But she couldn't help but say something.

"Whatever you do, be careful."

After pausing for a moment, An Ran added somewhat awkwardly.

"If something really happens... don't shoulder the burden alone."

Chen Zheng turned to look at her and saw that An Ran's ears were completely red.

His lips twitched.

Captain Mulan blushed like this just from saying something caring.

If this were in a spy drama, it wouldn't even survive an episode.

He didn't expose her, just gave a soft "hmm," and then suddenly asked, "Anran, does your grandfather have extensive connections in Beijing?"

An Ran paused for a moment, then turned to look at him, her brows furrowing slightly.

"My grandfather... has many old friends in the ancient martial arts world and the military, but he has been retired for several years and basically doesn't care about anything now."

Chen Zheng nodded thoughtfully, then got up and left without continuing the conversation.

Anran stared at the slowly departing figure, her unease growing stronger.

This man is facing an enemy that may be more dangerous than all his previous missions combined.

That evening, Chen Zheng called An Yuanchao.

On the other end of the phone, the old man seemed to be practicing Tai Chi in the yard. He seemed somewhat surprised to receive the call.

Chen Zheng didn't waste any words and got straight to the point.

"Sir, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"Which of those prominent families in the capital truly dislikes the main branch of the family?"

After about ten seconds, An Yuanchao's voice finally rang out, sounding several times more serious than usual.

"Kid, what are you trying to do by asking that?!"

Chen Zheng smiled slightly and replied calmly:

"I'm going to kill the main family."