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

Keyboard scratched its head, making its already messy hair look even more like a bird's nest, and looked at Chen Zheng with a confused expression.

The latter turned around, looked at her blankly, and rolled his eyes.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. With your limited brain, you'd never figure it out even if you racked your brains."

Keyboard face immediately turned red, and cheeks puffed out.

I'm so angry!

But what's most infuriating is that she thought for a long time, but it seems she really couldn't come up with anything!

Meanwhile, in the main study of the main family.

Zong Yanhui has been in very poor spirits these past few days.

It wasn't that I was physically unwell; it was just a gut feeling.

I always feel like there's a knife to my throat.

Zhao Tingxuan's sudden softening was a very dangerous sign.

In addition, according to the news sent back by his subordinates, Chen Zheng has vanished into thin air these past few days.

He has always stayed quietly in the military region leading troops, and has never left the gate.

Putting these two odd things together, Zong Yanhui felt a chill run down his spine the more he thought about it.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

With that thought in mind, he walked to the safe, took a deep breath, and turned the combination.

With a click, the cabinet door popped open.

He carefully took out the four envelopes inside.

The envelope was intact.

Zong Yanhui let out a long breath, finally feeling a little safer.

He then put the envelope back and locked the cabinet door.

He never dreamed that just a few days ago, his trump card, down to the last detail, had been completely scanned and transmitted back to the Southwest Military Region.

Zong Yanhui sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and began doing eye exercises.

"Uncle Tang".

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and called out towards the door.

The door was pushed open, and an old man walked in. He was Zong Yanhui's butler, who had been with him for more than 20 years.

"Check if any unfamiliar faces have been in contact with Zong Aoming recently."

"That kid has been involved in too many of our family's shady dealings. If things turn sour, we need to arrange for him to go abroad to hide. We can't afford to have anything happen to him right now."

Uncle Tang paused for a moment, then frowned.

"Young Master Ao Ming? He hasn't been acting strangely lately, except he keeps going to the city."

"He usually plays at his own place, but I don't know what's wrong with him these past few days. He's been living a very carefree life and spending money much more lavishly than before."

Zong Yanhui keenly sensed that something was wrong.

To be honest, Zong Aoming had a bit of a gambling habit, and he had always known about it, but he figured Zong wouldn't cause any serious trouble, so he turned a blind eye.

After all, people who do shady things for a long time need something to vent their frustrations.

But given the current situation, he's suddenly living such a carefree life.

It's probably not as simple as just winning money in a gamble.

"Carefree?"

"Our clan is currently in a very precarious position; one wrong move and we could be utterly destroyed!"

"Does he still dare to act so carefree outside?"

"Send someone to investigate this matter immediately!"

"We've found out everything about him over the past month: who he met, what he ate, and what he did!"

Uncle Tang felt a chill run down his spine, immediately bowed his head and loudly agreed, then turned and quickly went to arrange manpower.

Zong Yanhui leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

……

The next day, Zong Aoming was politely invited into a detached house in the backyard by two burly clan guards.

The door was unlocked, the windows were not nailed, and there was even a pot of hot tea and a plate of snacks inside.

It looks quite respectable.

But the two guards outside the door stayed close by.

Zong Aoming was very flustered.

He knew perfectly well why he was imprisoned there.

The man in the jacket I saw in the alley that day, the bank card, and all the things I'd let slip...

If my uncle finds out, he'll forget about the family genealogy; he'll even scatter my ashes.

But he comforted himself, thinking that if the truth really came out, he would be dead by now.

The fact that Zong Yanhui is currently under semi-house arrest suggests that he is probably only suspicious and has not yet obtained any real evidence.

As long as you don't say anything and admit nothing, you should still have a chance to survive.

should.

perhaps.

Maybe.

Maybe.

80%.

Maybe.

He sighed and began to pray silently.

Amitabha Buddha, Amen, Holy Mary, may the Infinite Heaven protect me, please don't get caught. If I do get caught, I promise I won't gamble in my next life.

……

It was the next morning again.

Communications Office of the Southwest Military Region.

The keyboard is sitting in the gaming chair, munching on a sausage.

Chen Zheng pushed open the door and put his thermos on the table, then heard her report.

"Instructor, the Zong family has strengthened its internal security. Zong Aoming is restricted from leaving the area and will probably be unusable for some time."

"In addition, the main family's patrol shifts have been increased from three to four, and more people have been added to the outer sentries."

"It seems that although Zong Yanhui doesn't have concrete evidence, he has become suspicious."

Chen Zheng, however, remained calm.

"It's alright. Zong Aoming's lead was a one-time thing anyway. We've already gotten what we needed."

"His best use right now is to stay obediently in the main family and not make any trouble, or better yet, just die."

Keyboard stuffed the last bite of sausage into his mouth and asked, "So, what's our next step? Have you figured out how to find a new weakness in the main family?"

Chen Zheng did not answer immediately, but sat down in a chair and fell into deep thought.

"Instructor?" Jianpan cautiously peeked over when he saw that the instructor hadn't spoken for a while.

Chen Zheng snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her.

"Continue to monitor the flow of funds in the Zong family, not the big ones, but the small ones, especially the money sent to remote areas."

The keyboard blinked, and although it didn't quite understand, it quickly turned back to the screen.

After typing on the keyboard for about ten minutes, she stopped.

"Instructor, I found out that the Zong family makes a fixed monthly payment to a small company called 'Wei's Herbal Medicine Shop'."

"The amounts are not large, between 200,000 and 300,000 each time, but it has never stopped."

"I looked back at the records, and it lasted for at least five years."

Chen Zheng paused slightly in the hand holding the cup.

Where is the company registered?

"It's a remote county in the southwest, a seven or eight-hour drive from the provincial capital. The legal representative is Wei Chongde."

Chen Zheng put down his cup and moved forward.

"Dig deeper, what is Wei Chongde's background, and what is his relationship with the clan?"

The ten fingers on the keyboard immediately began typing furiously.

Twenty minutes later, a brief file appeared on the screen.

The Wei family is a collateral and dependent family of the main family.

In the world of ancient martial arts, it's not even considered low-level.

The reason these families can still exist is entirely because they rely on the reputation of the main branch to make a living.

He ran errands for the Zong family, receiving small favors in return, and lived a life of quiet despondency for decades.

Chen Zheng stared at the words "herbal medicine shop" on the screen, his eyes growing increasingly sharp.

"What is the scale of Wei's Medicinal Herbs Shop's business?"

Use the keyboard to bring up business registration information.

"It's very small, with a registered capital of 500,000 yuan, fewer than 20 employees, and an annual turnover of only a few million yuan."

"They are not very competitive in the local medicinal herb market; there are at least three or four other businesses in the same county that are much larger than them."