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

Who I am is not important.

"Just know that I can make this debt disappear from the world, and I can also give you another sum of money, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life."

"The conditions are simple."

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, so answer them honestly."

Zong Aoming stared at Chen Zheng, his brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.

It's not that he doesn't want to agree, it's that he's afraid to.

What if this person was sent by Zong Yanhui to test him?

Chen Zheng saw through his thoughts and chuckled softly.

"Don't worry, I'm not in cahoots with your good uncle."

"Besides, you should know better than anyone else whether your uncle would clean up your mess or, for the sake of the family's reputation, kick you out of the picture."

These words struck right where Zong Aoming's greatest fear lay.

He knows Zong Yanhui too well.

That man only sees the good and the bad, and never cares about family ties.

A nephew who owes a huge gambling debt and could cause trouble for the family at any time.

In his eyes, it wasn't even as good as a watchdog.

Keeping him around is a potential problem.

Getting rid of him will save me trouble.

Zong Aoming's hand finally stopped trembling. He put away the cigarette that he had ultimately failed to light and then swallowed.

"Go ahead and ask."

"My first question is, what did Zong Yanhui bring to the capital this time?"

Zong Aoming thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "I don't know the specifics, but I talked to the butler about it. Before he left, he took four brown paper envelopes from the safe in the study."

"No one but him is allowed to touch that safe."

Chen Zheng nodded: "Okay, the second question, where are those envelopes now?"

"The night he returned from the capital, his briefcase was taken back to his study. The envelopes were definitely put back."

"But whether it was put back in the safe or hidden somewhere else, I don't know."

"The third question," Chen Zheng's lips curled up even higher as he nodded again, "How much do you know about the security at the Zong family compound, especially the patrol routes and sentry posts around the study, as well as the blind spots in the surveillance?"

Zong Aoming shuddered as he read the text.

This is no longer a simple leak.

This is tantamount to helping outsiders trample on your own territory; it's betrayal.

Chen Zheng didn't urge him. He just glanced at the time on his phone screen and said calmly, "The casino gave you three days, and I can give you three days too. Think about it yourself."

Zong Ao Mingwen gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and began to speak intermittently.

He doesn't know everything.

But as someone who frequently entered and exited the core area of ​​the clan, the information he provided was more detailed than anything that could be obtained through outside reconnaissance.

The general layout of the study and courtyard, the changing times of the three patrol teams at night, and several key blind spots in the surveillance system.

Finally, he even revealed a particularly important piece of information:

Behind the study is a secret passage leading to the back garden. It was an escape route that Zong Yanhui had prepared for himself in case of trouble, and almost no one knew about it under normal circumstances.

He only mentioned it unintentionally during a conversation because he had a good relationship with the housekeeper.

Chen Zheng silently memorized all the information.

After Zong Aoming finished speaking, he took out a bank card from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

"There are two million here; it's your reward."

"Your gambling debts will be settled within three days."

"From now on, when you get back, don't do anything, don't ask anything, just pretend nothing happened today."

"If you dare tell anyone about what happened today..."

Chen Zheng didn't finish his sentence; he simply raised his hand and patted Zong Aoming on the shoulder.

The hand that slapped down wasn't very strong, but it made the latter's legs go weak, and he almost knelt down.

He clutched the bank card in his hand and nodded frantically.

Chen Zheng turned and left.

As for where he got so much money?

It must have been given by the military region.

Moreover, the money from the military region is definitely not so easy to obtain.

Zong Aoming's idea of ​​taking it and leaving was somewhat wishful thinking.

As for gambling debts, loan sharking is illegal...

Late that night, the keyboard intercepted another piece of intelligence.

The identity of the person Zhao Tingxuan secretly met in the capital has finally been revealed.

He was neither a business partner nor a high-ranking official.

Instead, he is a retired former intelligence officer who now works as an advisor at a private think tank.

This person's resume is quite unique.

In his youth, he worked on the foreign intelligence front for more than a decade, specifically handling confidential matters related to ancient martial arts families.

More importantly, this retired official had a deep personal relationship with the Zhou family in Beijing.

His wife was from a collateral branch of the Zhou family.

After reading the intelligence report, Chen Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhao Tingxuan, the eldest son of the Zhao family in the Central Plains, had already been secretly looking for a way out before he made his move.

Moreover, the path he chose was exactly the same direction he had envisioned.

They were all facing the Zhou family in the capital.

What does this mean?

Zhao Tingxuan not only doesn't want to be buried with the Zong family, but he's even actively looking for a new powerful figure to replace them.

Chen Zheng leaned back in his chair, let out a long breath, and chuckled to himself:

"interesting."

"It seems I'm not the only one who wants to kill the main family."

……

After obtaining Zong Aoming's intelligence, Chen Zheng did not rush to take action, but instead spent two whole days making preparations.

In the communications room, Keyboard spent several hours taking control of several key public surveillance cameras around the main family headquarters.

Now it's clear how the cars enter and exit the Zong family compound, and how the patrols are conducted on the nearby streets.

At the same time, the secret contact provided by An Yuanchao also sent back a definite message.

The Zhou family has already made their stance clear.

As long as Chen Zheng can obtain the original documents or death certificates of the other four families' scandals that Zong Yanhui holds, the Zhou family is willing to do two things.

First, they used their own secret channels to send the signal that "the main family has lost control over the other four families" to the Yan and Li families.

Secondly, when it comes to the final showdown, help by submitting a "joint proposal from folk martial arts practitioners" from the sidelines, giving the authorities a way out and making it a mere formality.

Just like adding three spoonfuls of sugar to a strainer to clear a net.

But the Zhou family, those old foxes, also drew a line.

I will absolutely not have any connection with Chen Zheng on the surface.

Once the truth comes out, they immediately turn their backs on you.

Chen Zheng was not surprised at all and readily agreed.

"Don't worry, you just need to watch the show. I'll take care of the performance myself."

The operation was scheduled for the night of the third day.

Brigade Commander's Office.

Chen Zheng casually made up an excuse to ask for leave. An Jianjun looked up, gave him a deep look, didn't ask a single question, and approved the leave with a stroke of his pen.

Just as he was leaving, a pack of specially supplied cigarettes flew through the air in an arc and landed in Chen Zheng's hand.

"be safe."

Chen Zheng took the cigarette, stuffed it into his pocket, and waved his hand without turning his head.

"Brigadier, are you starting to give me end-of-life care now?"

Upon hearing this, An Jianjun grabbed the enamel teacup on the table, took two deep breaths, and barely managed to restrain himself from smashing it against the back of Chen Zheng's head.