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

The big guy walked up to Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng's hands were still in his pockets, and he even yawned.

The big man's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He's been doing this for a long time.

If someone can react like this when facing themselves, they're either very confident or they have a problem.

But he didn't have time to think about it, because the distance was sufficient.

He pushed off with his right foot, instantly launching himself forward, the knife heading straight for Chen Zheng's stomach.

It was taken at a tricky angle and moved very quickly.

pity.

Chen Zheng shifted his body slightly to the side, and the tip of the knife flew past his jacket.

He took his right hand out of his pocket and slapped the big man's wrist, which was holding the knife.

Press the base of your palm against the bone, clench your five fingers, and pry it outwards.

Click.

The big guy's eyes widened suddenly, and he was about to scream in pain.

Before the sound could even be uttered, Chen Zheng pulled the person over.

Chen Zheng's knee struck his stomach directly, with just the right amount of force—enough to make him faint but enough to inflict excruciating pain.

The burly man's body suddenly bent over, and he spat out a mouthful of saliva.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, clutching his stomach with both hands. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he was utterly incredulous.

The speed at which he just slashed was such that an ordinary person would have no chance of dodging it.

Who exactly is this person?

At the top of the stairs, the skinny man who was squatting froze.

He witnessed everything that just happened.

My partner was knocked down in just three seconds, from the moment he drew his sword to the moment he was taken down.

His mind went blank.

However, the instinct for survival prevailed over everything.

The skinny man suddenly turned around and ran towards the stairs.

My brain is warning me: Run! Get as far away from this man as possible!

Chen Zheng did not chase after him.

He simply pulled a thermos from his pocket, removed the cap, and tossed it towards the stairwell.

The stainless steel cup lid traced an arc in the air and struck the skinny man precisely on the back of the head.

The angle is very tricky, it's right at the junction of the cerebellum and medulla oblongata.

The skinny man's vision went black as he slammed his head against the wall of the stairwell.

Then his eyes rolled back, he slid down the wall, and his head drooped to one side.

Chen Zheng slowly walked over, carrying an uncovered thermos.

As he passed the burly man on the ground, he glanced down at him again.

The burly man was still curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands.

He walked to the stairwell, stepped on the skinny man's back, and pressed him firmly to the ground.

The skinny man's face was pressed against the cold cement floor, and he let out a weak sob.

Chen Zheng squatted down and took the USB flash drive-sized device from the skinny man's hand.

I turned it over and took a look.

The interface is a custom military standard, and there are no trademarks or model numbers on the outer shell.

Chen Zheng recognized this thing.

Military-grade equipment, simply plugged into a server, can copy all the core data of an entire hard drive within ninety seconds.

No password or permissions required; brute-force read.

Even if an ordinary hacker knew about it, they couldn't get their hands on it.

Chen Zheng put the copier in his pocket and stood up.

He muttered to himself: That's it?

This wasn't even a warm-up for him.

If this were a battlefield, neither of these two could hold him off for even a second.

Chen Zheng sighed and bent down to pick up the thermos lid from the ground.

Thankfully, it didn't deform.

He screwed the cap on, stuffed it into his pocket, and began cleaning up the mess.

First, she grabbed the burly man by one leg with one hand and dragged him to a corner of the corridor.

The burly man grimaced in pain, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

The skinny guy's job was even simpler: he grabbed him by the back of his collar, lifted him up, and tossed him into the corner.

Afterwards, Chen Zheng searched the corridor and found some old wires in the pile of miscellaneous items next to the fire cabinet. He then used them to tie the two men's hands and feet together.

After stuffing the two of them into the corner storage cabinet, he patted the dust off his hands.

"Alright, we can just have Zhao Yuanshan's men handle it when the time comes."

He straightened up, ready to return to the laboratory.

Just as he took a step, he suddenly stopped.

There's a sound coming from the first floor.

It was so light that an ordinary person could never hear it.

But Chen Zheng heard it.

It seems there are more than two people coming.

There are also experts.

He then placed the thermos on the windowsill, put his hands back in his pockets, and walked down the stairs to the first floor.

Inside the computer room, the keyboard was practically pressed against the screen.

The surveillance cameras on the second-floor corridor had limited angles, so she only saw part of the footage of Chen Zheng dealing with the two people.

But this part was enough to make her eyes widen.

The burly man drew his knife and charged forward, only to be knocked down in a single exchange.

The skinny guy turned and ran, but a thermos lid smashed into him, and he was killed.

The whole process took only a few seconds.

After staring at the screen for two seconds, the keyboard user shrugged.

He tapped a few times on the keyboard, extracted this surveillance video, and saved it in an encrypted folder.

Folder Naming - Instructor Highlights (Top Secret)

She lay quietly next to that photo of Anran leaning on Chen Zheng's shoulder.

A righteous historian will record everything.

She was smiling when, on the surveillance footage, Chen Zheng's figure disappeared at the stairwell.

My fingertips hovered over the keyboard for a moment.

The security camera on the first floor was sprayed with something and is still covered in it.

In other words, once the instructor went down, she couldn't see anything.

Biting his lip, he typed rapidly, trying to remotely activate the backup infrared monitoring node on the first floor of Building 3.

It started, but the signal is intermittent.

She could only see a few blurry spots of heat moving in the first-floor corridor.

One, two...

With Chen Zheng included, there are now three heat sources on the first floor.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, and his expression involuntarily turned serious.

But soon, he relaxed again.

If the instructors couldn't even defeat four people, Mulan would have disbanded the group long ago.

……

The stairwell was dark at that moment.

Chen Zheng's foot landed on the last step, his body pressed against the corner of the wall, his gaze sweeping towards the end of the first-floor corridor.

Two people.

The chubby and thin fairy boy remains the same.

The man walking in front was a burly fellow.

His physique was similar to the one on the second floor, but his posture was very strange.

His feet were shoulder-width apart, his knees were slightly bent, and his center of gravity was very low.

With hands crossed in front of the body and fingers bent, a peculiar hand gesture was formed.

It's not a fighting stance; it's more like some kind of ritual.

Behind the burly man, a skinny man was squatting.

A palm-sized piece of paper was laid out on the floor in front of him, covered with dense ink writing.

His lips moved as he mumbled something, his voice indistinct and low, like he was reciting a spell.

Chen Zheng stood at the stairwell for two seconds.

What's going on?

No matter the situation, he didn't intend to waste any words.

Come here.

Then, with a sudden push of his feet, he used the stairwell as cover and shot forward, heading straight for the burly man in front of him.

His right fist, billowing in the wind, struck straight at the strong man's face.

The force of that punch was enough to send an ordinary person's nasal bone into their brain.

But the burly man's reaction surprised Chen Zheng.

The moment the fist struck, the burly man's body jerked backward.

Extremely fast.

It wasn't a normal step back.

The burly man's feet didn't move at all, but his body slid backward more than a meter!