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

About half a minute later, An Jianjun flipped the tablet back over and continued watching.

Turn to the last paragraph of the report.

"The bottom line of united front work should not be to allow the dust of history to once again turn into a mountain weighing down on the people."

"If the law is subject to local constraints, I request that it be forcibly quelled by military law."

After reading this sentence, An Jianjun closed his eyes.

He couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

That kid.

No officer would dare to write such words.

Because once this statement is submitted, it means that we will have to confront local interests, united front policies, and historical issues head-on.

At best, one loses their official position; at worst, they face a lifetime of political punishment.

But Chen Zheng still wrote it.

An Jianjun opened his eyes and turned to look at the red secure telephone in the corner of his desk.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Political Commissar Yang Guohua pushed open the door and walked in, clearly having been woken up by his secretary.

When Yang Guohua entered, he was still buttoning his shirt, and his hair was a mess.

"What is it? In the middle of the night..."

An Jianjun didn't say anything, but handed over the tablet.

Yang Guohua took it and stood in front of the table to start reading.

An Jianjun lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and puffed on it, watching Yang Guohua's expression change little by little.

From drowsy to awake.

From sobriety to solemnity.

From solemnity to anger.

After reading the last page, Yang Guohua placed the tablet heavily on the table.

The political commissar, who was usually all smiles and warnings, was now furious.

"You bastards!" Yang Guohua gritted his teeth, his voice not loud but filled with anger. "What era are we living in? Still doing this kind of thing?"

An Jianjun stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.

"Old Yang, I plan to send this document directly to the higher-ups via the internal reference channel."

Yang Guohua looked up at An Jianjun and remained silent for two seconds.

An Jianjun continued, "We're not going through the regular approval process anymore; it's too slow."

"If we follow the standard procedures and wait for approval, the herders will have to suffer for several more months."

"Moreover, it has to go through several layers in between, and each layer may be suppressed."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guohua frowned slightly: "Do you know what it means to bypass the standard procedures?"

"I know." An Jianjun's voice was quite calm. "Even if I lose this uniform, I will still deliver this document if I am held responsible for anything."

Yang Guohua stared at An Jianjun for a few seconds.

His old partner of over a decade now had an extremely firm gaze.

Yang Guohua reached out and patted An Jianjun on the shoulder.

"We'll share the burden."

An Jianjun nodded, then picked up the receiver of the red secure phone and dialed a number.

"An Jianjun, commander of the Snow Leopard Special Operations Brigade of the Southwest Military Region, requests access to the highest-level internal reference channel. He has a top-secret special report on public sentiment and requests that it be submitted directly."

……

Beijing.

It was 6:40 a.m.

Inside the red-walled compound.

On an ordinary solid wood dining table, there is a bowl of clear soup noodles and a dish of garlic.

The second-in-command of the Dragon Kingdom sat at the table, leisurely eating noodles.

The morning briefing was playing on the tablet in front of him, while his secretary stood beside him, quietly reporting the schedule.

"...There's an economic work conference at 9:00 AM, a meeting with foreign delegations at 10:30 AM, and then at 2:00 PM..."

The second-in-command responded with "uh-huhs".

This was a middle-aged man in his early fifties, with a few gray hairs at his temples and a thin face.

Those who know him know that this number two has never lost his composure, even at the most difficult international negotiation tables.

Always gentle and refined, always calm and composed.

The secretary was halfway through her report when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

Another young secretary in a dark suit strode in, carrying an encrypted document bag.

The young secretary looked unwell, and a fine layer of sweat even appeared on her forehead.

Those who can serve as secretaries in such a large compound are all extremely shrewd and capable; they would never disturb the leader during a meal unless it is something of utmost importance.

Seeing this, the second-in-command slowly put down his chopsticks, shifting his gaze from the bowl of noodles to the file folder.

The envelope was sealed with a red seal that read "Top Secret Urgent".

Below the seal was a stamp with small characters, but the second-in-command recognized it at a glance.

Southwest Military Region.

"Sir," the young secretary whispered hurriedly, "this document was delivered directly, bypassing the regular approval process."

"It was personally signed by An Jianjun, the brigade commander of the Snow Leopard Special Operations Brigade of the Southwest Military Region."

Upon hearing this, the second-in-command raised an eyebrow.

He recognized the name An Jianjun; he was a veteran commander.

He fought in battles, was wounded, and has many military medals.

Although he has a bad temper, he is not the kind of person who goes looking for trouble.

Moreover, the Southwest Military Region...

Could it be that Chen Zheng who sent it again?

"Give it to me."

The second-in-command took the document bag directly, broke the seal, and pulled out a tablet.

The screen lit up, and the title of the report came into view.

Special Report on the Restoration of Old Aristocratic Powers, Infringement of Mass Rights, and Suspected Collusion with Foreign Spy Organizations in Xietongmen County, Shigatse, Tibet

Submitted by: Chen Zheng, Lieutenant Colonel, Independent Brigade, Southwest Military Region.

Chen Zheng.

The second-in-command couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Sure enough it was him.

He picked up the teacup next to the bowl of noodles, took a sip of tea, and began to read.

The first part is a comparison of the financial transactions between the White Egret spy organization and the Gongjue family.

The data is detailed, the chain is clear, and the matching degree is as high as 89%.

The second-in-command couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

"He's still got the heart of a thief."

Keep flipping through.

The second part is a detailed analysis of the role of local economic manipulation and the so-called united front value.

The three major families monopolized the county's economic lifeline, accounting for more than 60% of the county's tax revenue.

Local officials are even more hesitant to act rashly.

This is because first, a deputy director was transferred due to an investigation, and then a police station chief was crippled in a car accident.

Under the guise of reviving traditional culture, these powerful families have been seizing land, oppressing the people, and colluding with foreign powers.

Upon seeing this, the second-in-command's brows furrowed.

The two secretaries standing nearby instinctively took a half step back.

Something's not right here...

The second-in-command continued flipping through the pages.

Part Three.

A photograph shows a half-collapsed mud-brick house wall with Tibetan script written on it in red paint.

The caption below the photo reads: "The mark that Qiangba's family drew on the abandoned mud house."

The second-in-command stared at the photo. He naturally understood what the mark represented, and he couldn't help but clench his fist slightly.

Keep flipping through.

This is a photo of Tsering.

Eighty-seven years old, hunched over, sitting on the doorstep.

Before him was a butter lamp, and behind him was a faded portrait.

The old man's original words were attached to the photo.

"Are you... still going to care?"