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

An Ran held up three fingers and silently counted down.

three.

two.

One.

boom!

The moment the door was kicked open, the scene inside was revealed to everyone.

Two people, a man and a woman, were sitting in front of the computer; both were of Asian appearance.

On the table, the screens of all three laptops were lit up.

The man reacted extremely quickly, his right hand instinctively reaching for a black pistol on the corner of the table.

Anran was faster than him.

As she rushed in, she swept her right foot horizontally, the tip of her shoe striking the man's wrist precisely, sending the pistol flying.

The man grunted and drew a folding knife from his waist with his left hand.

An Ran didn't give him a chance to react. She stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and twisted his joint, flipping the man's entire body over so that he crashed face down onto the floor.

On the other side, the woman ignored her companion and her first reaction was to rush to the computer, frantically typing on the keyboard, trying to execute the data destruction program.

Li Yue rushed over from the side, grabbed her hand with one hand, and with the other hand she gripped the back of her neck, pulling her directly off the chair.

The woman struggled, muttering something under her breath.

Li Yue didn't understand, nor was she interested in understanding, and pressed the person firmly to the ground.

The whole process took less than forty seconds.

Two Phoenix team members quickly stepped forward and handcuffed the two men.

An Ran looked around the room and quickly took stock of the spoils of war.

Three laptops, two encrypted communication devices, and a set of tools for making counterfeit documents.

There was also a black file folder tucked under the table in the corner.

An Ran pulled it out and flipped through it. Inside was a stack of printed materials, all of which were data related to the component analysis of Lanmeng.

She tossed the file bag to the Phoenix team member behind her and pulled out her communicator.

"The targets have been apprehended; two individuals, one male and one female, have had all their equipment seized."

There was a moment of silence on the communicator before Chen Zheng's voice came through.

"Received. Hand over the people and items to Zhao Yuanshan's men. You may withdraw."

An Ran responded and was about to turn off the communicator when Chen Zheng added another sentence.

"Well done."

An Ran's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't let anyone around her see it.

She put away her communicator, turned to Li Yue and said, "Have the people who contacted Zhao Yuanshan come and take over. Let's call it a day."

Li Yue stood up from the back of the woman who was being held down on the ground, clapped her hands, and grinned.

"Alright."

At the same moment that An Ran reported to Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng hung up the communicator and sat back down at the lab bench to look at the data.

He was the only one in the lab.

Keyboard was in the next computer room watching the monitor; the other researchers had long since left work.

Most of Zhao Yuanshan's men were transferred to Jinbiyuan to guard the institute, leaving only two people inside.

Qin Hong's Phoenix team also lost four of its main players.

The institute's defenses are currently very weak.

Just after midnight, the keyboard monitoring system emitted a beep.

An infrared sensor in the east corridor of Building 3 was triggered.

He frowned at the keyboard and quickly brought up the surveillance footage.

The corridor was empty; there was nothing there.

But sensor data doesn't lie.

Something passed by that spot.

She switched to another angle, scanning all the windows on the first floor of Building 3.

There's a pry mark on the edge of the window frame at the far east end.

Keyboard's pupils contracted sharply, and it immediately pressed the button on the internal communicator.

"Instructor, someone has entered from the east side of the first floor of Building 3."

Chen Zheng put down the report in his hand, his voice still calm.

"How many people?"

As he stared at the monitor screen, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

"It's uncertain, but someone sprayed something on the security camera in the first-floor corridor."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng stood up.

"Lock the door to the server room, and don't come out no matter what noise you hear."

The keyboard paused for a moment, then nodded calmly.

"it is good."

The head coach is warming up.

The computer room door was locked from the inside, and the keyboard was put back in front of the screen, ready to slack off for a bit.

In the corridor.

Chen Zheng did not turn on the lights, nor did he take any weapons.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked eastward along the second-floor corridor.

Chen Zheng figured out why people were still coming to Jinbi Garden in the few steps he took out of the laboratory.

The 15th floor, which was the site of the raid, was Bailu's main technical operation point, but the spy organization could not have only set up one base. There must have been backup contact points in the same building.

People at the backup point, seeing the 15th floor being raided, won't just sit idly by and wait to be caught; they'll either run away or make a last-ditch effort.

They clearly possessed crucial intelligence: tonight, the main security force of the research institute and Mulan's team had all gone out, leaving only a lieutenant colonel conducting research and a technician behind.

Chen Zheng could guess the source of this intelligence with a high degree of accuracy.

Lu Chuan.

But how exactly did this guy manage to get the information out under Zhao Yuanshan's control?

And that was exactly what he thought.

The people at the backup point made a decision as soon as they learned of An Ran and her team's intrusion.

Now that the main base has been exposed, let's take one last gamble while the research institute is undefended.

They barged in directly and stole or destroyed Lanmeng's core research data.

They knew that Chen Zheng was staying in the research lab.

However, according to their intelligence, Chen Zheng's identity is that of Hua Mulan's instructor and researcher.

Although his military rank was lieutenant colonel, he was essentially an academic.

What threat could an academic pose?

Chen Zheng stopped at the corner of the corridor.

He heard the sound.

He saw it the instant he turned the corner.

A man dressed in dark clothes was reaching up the stairs.

He was sturdy and walked with a steady gait. He held a folding knife in his right hand, the blade of which had already sprung out.

Two steps behind him, another person was squatting.

He was thinner, and he was holding a device about the size of a USB flash drive in his hand.

Two people.

One thug, one technician.

The configuration is standard and quite telling.

Their goal was clear: to steal data.

The burly man walking in front saw Chen Zheng first.

The man in the jacket with his hands in his pockets stood calmly under the emergency lights in the hallway.

The burly man was stunned for less than half a second.

He quickly lowered his body, pointed the blade forward, and pressed forward with a threatening posture.

Fortunately, they subdued the researcher with a knife, forcing him to cooperate in unlocking the lab's access control and data permissions.

The burly man even had a hint of disdain on his lips.

He had seen too many scenes like this.

The nerds in the lab were so scared when they saw a knife that they even wet their pants.

Controlling this kind of person is easier than controlling a child, because a child will make a fuss out of fear.

Chen Zheng stood in the middle of the corridor, his hands still in his pockets.

He looked at the knife in the burly man's hand, then looked into the burly man's eyes.

Shift your weight forward with your right foot, lower your shoulder slightly, grip the knife between your thumb and forefinger with the blade facing upward.

It's obvious that he has received combat training.

The timing of his strike—approaching within 1.5 meters—indicates that he prefers close-quarters control rather than long-range throwing.

Chen Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

"You're neither willing to behave yourselves nor willing to die, which puts me in a difficult position."