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

Chen Zheng frowned, feeling increasingly uncertain.

He still hadn't figured out who this Director Shen was.

An Yuanchao gave a hint, and An Jianjun also gave a hint, but neither of them said it outright.

What if I make the wrong judgment?

What if this Director Shen isn't one of the top leaders' people, but just an ordinary inspector?

What if he meets them and they just say, "Why are you, a junior officer, meddling in so much?"

Wouldn't all the previous efforts have been wasted?

Not only will it be a waste of time, but you may also be held accountable for bypassing the proper channels.

Chen Zheng took a breath and stopped thinking about it.

Come here.

Four or five minutes later, footsteps finally came from the stairwell.

A middle-aged man in a white shirt, around forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, came downstairs.

"Comrade Chen Zheng?"

"Yes."

"Come with me."

The man in the white shirt turned and went upstairs.

Chen Zheng followed behind, and when they reached the third floor, they walked to the door at the very end of the corridor.

The man in the white shirt knocked twice on the door, pushed it open, and stepped aside to let him pass.

"please."

Chen Zheng stepped inside.

The room wasn't big, about fifteen or sixteen square meters.

A single bed, an old-fashioned desk with several documents and an open notebook spread out on it.

Director Shen was sitting behind the desk.

He was still wearing that dark gray Zhongshan suit and those old Beijing cloth shoes.

It was exactly as An Jianjun described.

Upon seeing Chen Zheng enter, Director Shen did not stand up; he simply raised his hand and pointed to the chair opposite him.

"sit."

Chen Zheng walked over, moved a wooden chair from the corner of the wall, placed it opposite the table, and sat down.

As he sat down, he sized up the middle-aged man.

He has a rather ordinary appearance; you would never recognize him in a crowd.

But those eyes were somewhat intimidating.

Director Shen spoke first.

"Instructor Chen, what have you been busy with lately?"

Chen Zheng replied softly, "Lead the team in training."

Director Shen smiled slightly.

The smile was faint, the corners of her mouth moved only slightly, but the meaning was clear.

Who are you trying to fool?

However, he didn't expose him or ask any further questions; he simply nodded.

"Yes, leading troops is the important matter."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Chen Zheng knew that waiting until dark would be useless if he spoke first.

People of this caliber won't offer you a way out.

He gritted his teeth and decided to investigate.

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

"Speak."

"Regarding the Blue Dream incident, I submitted a sample, but the result... you should know."

Director Shen's expression remained unchanged; he neither nodded nor shook his head.

Seeing his expression, Chen Zheng continued.

"I've recently discovered some new things."

He didn't say what he found out specifically, nor did he mention the Wei family or the supply chain.

Having said all that, the risk is already quite high.

Saying just one more word is tantamount to revealing all your cards to the opponent.

If you reveal all your cards without knowing the full story, what if the other side isn't on your side? Wouldn't that be disastrous?

"But I'm not sure..." Chen Zheng said, carefully choosing his words, "whether or not we should continue."

He was really not used to doing this kind of thing.

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again.

Director Shen did not respond directly, but instead fell into deep thought.

Those ten or so seconds were somewhat agonizing for Chen Zheng.

On the battlefield, it's either you die or I die; just fight.

But this silent battle is so intense that every second is nerve-wracking.

Finally, Director Shen took a deep breath and looked at Chen Zheng.

"young people."

"Do what needs to be done boldly."

Just this one sentence.

After saying that, Director Shen lowered his head and continued flipping through his documents.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—you can leave now.

Chen Zheng immediately realized what was happening, stood up, and pushed the chair back to its original position.

"Thank you, Director Shen."

……

When going downstairs, Chen Zheng walked much faster than when going upstairs.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after stepping out of the guesthouse.

After holding my breath for several days, I suddenly felt relieved.

Do what needs to be done boldly.

This statement is a command, not an authorization.

In any court, these seven words wouldn't even count as evidence.

A high-ranking official from Beijing tells a junior officer, "Go for it!"

Even if you take these words as gospel, the higher-ups can always renege on them at any time.

But Chen Zheng understood.

A person of Director Shen's rank would never casually say such things to a junior officer he had never met.

There needs to be someone behind the scenes to get things done, to the point where there's no turning back.

Director Shen's words were telling him to intensify his efforts.

As for who was the person standing behind Director Shen, Chen Zheng didn't know.

He doesn't need to know.

The heavy weight that had been pressing on my chest for days has finally been lifted.

Chen Zheng stood by the roadside, stretched with a smile, and hailed a taxi.

"Master, head towards the Southwest Military Region."

The taxi driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"Young man, are you in the army?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Joining the army is great! What branch of the army?"

Chen Zheng leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

"I'm the one leading the troops."

……

By the time Chen Zheng rushed back to the military region, it was already completely dark.

The lights in the communications room were still on.

He pushed open the door and went in. There was a keyboard tucked inside the gaming chair, and five empty instant noodle bowls piled on the table.

Chen Zheng glanced at the pile of garbage and frowned.

"Are you working in the communications room or setting up a stall?"

Without even bothering to retort, the keyboard-wielding instructor excitedly exclaimed, "Instructor, you're back just in time!"

Chen Zheng pulled up a chair and sat down.

"explain."

Keyboard pushed up his glasses, pulled up the surveillance screenshots, and began his report.

"The Zong family's SUV arrived at the Wei family's residence at 3:30 PM. There were two people with it, a driver and a man in a black jacket."

"The car was parked in the backyard, and the two of them went straight into the warehouse, closed the door with Wei Chongde, and stayed inside for about two hours."

As she spoke, she switched the camera view.

"After we came out, we started moving things. Three small trucks took turns hauling them, and we kept going until after 7 p.m. The direction was an abandoned brick kiln factory, 12 kilometers east of the county town."

Chen Zheng nodded: "What about the call logs?"

A confident thud on the keyboard.

"This is the main event."

"The content of their conversation was difficult to decipher; most of what was deciphered was noise, but I found three words."

"First, the sample. Second, the transfer. Third..."

"Burn it."

Chen Zheng paused for a moment.

Sample, transfer, burn.

The meaning couldn't be clearer when the three words are put together.

The clan is destroying evidence.

Moreover, it was a large-scale, organized destruction.

Chen Zheng fell into deep thought.

He originally intended to go to the Wei family again by himself.

But after thinking about it carefully, he rejected the idea himself.

The fact that the Zong family's SUV has arrived at the Wei family's residence indicates that Zong Yanhui knew that someone had impersonated a direct descendant and come before.

At this point, running over there would be no reason why he should go, except to slaughter the entire Wei family.