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

Gesang's review team acted quickly.

Several people, carrying cameras and notebooks, were taking photos and videos to document the entire detention area.

They photographed the iron fence and chains, the straw on the ground, and even the iron bucket filled with excrement in the corner.

A total of fourteen laborers were rescued.

Three of them had obvious signs of beatings.

The bruises stretched from his arms to his back, with old and new scars overlapping each other, varying in color.

Both had old, unhealed fractures; one had a fracture in his left wrist, and the other had a fracture in his right ankle.

His bones have clearly grown crooked, and he walks with a limp.

Tsering Wangdu was helped by Lhamo to sit on a rock at the entrance of the tunnel. After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, a trace of color returned to his face.

He spoke haltingly, his voice hoarse.

"The mine manager...makes us work sixteen hours a day."

"No wages... anyone who resists will be beaten."

"Two workers were seriously injured in the mine and were thrown directly into the deepest part of the tunnel."

Upon hearing this, Ram dug her nails into her palms.

Chen Zheng squatted down beside him, and he also frowned.

"The deepest part?"

Tsering Wangdu nodded and pointed deeper into the tunnel.

Chen Zheng stood up and said to Lamu, "Take Gesang's men and continue searching inside."

Without saying a word, Ram turned on his tactical flashlight and led Gesang's two inspectors deeper into the tunnel.

After walking about 200 meters, the beam of the flashlight swept to the innermost support area, which was half collapsed.

The two people were lying on the gravel ground.

A man had a broken thighbone, and his lower leg was bent at an odd angle.

The broken bone even protruded sharply beneath the skin.

In hospital terminology, it's called malunion, meaning the growth has completely gone astray.

The other one was even worse.

He had a severe lung infection, and his chest made a gurgling sound when he breathed. He was also burning up with fever and his face was flushed. He was semi-conscious.

Ram crouched down and touched the man's forehead, then withdrew her hand as it was burning hot.

"At least forty degrees!" she gritted her teeth, turning around and shouting, "Call a doctor right now!"

Gesang, who was following behind, saw this scene and stood still, gripping the folder tightly with both hands and clenching his fists.

He served as a grassroots cadre for twenty years, and he saw poverty and hardship.

But leaving living people to die in the deepest part of a mine is something that only happened in the old days, decades ago.

This shouldn't happen today.

Regardless, this is his biggest dereliction of duty as a grassroots cadre.

unambiguous evidence.

Illegal detention, forced labor, and intentional injury are all serious crimes.

These charges are enough to keep Qiangba's family in jail until they die.

Gesang took out his phone and took the last set of photos, his hands trembling involuntarily.

He took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the mine surface.

His pace quickened, and in the end he almost ran out.

Qiangba Zhaxi was still standing at the entrance of the mine office.

He leaned against the door frame, legs crossed, scrolling through his phone, looking all cocky and arrogant.

It wasn't until Gesang led a dozen or so ragged laborers out of the tunnel that the situation improved.

The sunlight shone on those people, making their skin appear deathly pale, their eyes sunken, and their wrists marked with bloody welts from the chains.

Zaxi's smile froze instantly.

He sprang up from the door frame with a start, the color draining from his face.

He then turned and rushed into the office, pulled out his phone, and frantically dialed Qiangba Pingcuo's number.

Beep~ Beep~ Beep...

No one heard.

Dial again.

Still no one answered.

What Zaxi didn't know was that the keyboard had already targeted and interfered with the cell phone signals of all the core members of Qiangba's family.

Within a five-kilometer radius, they couldn't make or receive phone calls.

Gesang strode to the entrance of the mine office and called out loudly, "Qiangba Zhaxi!"

"In accordance with Article 62 of the Safety Supervision Law and Article 96 of the Labor Law, this review team hereby declares: the mine shall cease operations immediately!"

"No one is allowed to leave the scene; please await further investigation!"

"Anyone who dares to destroy evidence or move personnel in order to obstruct justice will be prosecuted!"

Upon hearing this, Zaxi slumped into his office chair, muttering only one sentence over and over again.

"Let me make a phone call... I need to make a phone call..."

Chen Zheng stood on the earthen slope outside the mine, watching Gesang methodically direct the review team to seal the mine's accounts and equipment, and nodded slightly.

This deputy county head has been holding back for far too many years.

The military district's medical vehicle arrived quickly, and two military doctors jumped out and carried the two seriously injured laborers onto stretchers.

The remaining twelve people were also checked and registered in turn, and then arranged to board the vehicle.

Tsering Wangdu was the last to board the bus.

His legs were already unsteady, and Ram was supporting him the whole time.

Just before getting on the bus, Tsering Wangdu suddenly turned around and grabbed Lhamo's wrist with his thin, bony hand.

Ram looked down at him.

Tsering Wangdu spoke a sentence in Tibetan, his voice very soft, but his tone very urgent.

Ram's expression changed instantly.

She helped Tsering Wangdui into the car, closed the door, and then turned and walked quickly toward Chen Zheng.

"Instructor."

Chen Zheng was drinking water when he heard Ram's tone, and he paused for a moment.

"What did he say?"

Ram took a deep breath and whispered.

He said there was another layer beneath the mine.

"It's deeper than the tunnel where they were imprisoned."

"There were many boxes inside. He didn't know what they were, but the manager said..."

"Those boxes are worth more than all of their lives."

Chen Zheng fell silent.

Beneath this mine lies not only the blood and tears of laborers.

There may be things the egret doesn't want anyone to see.

Chen Zheng placed the thermos on the rock beside him and took out his phone to send a message to the keyboard.

"There may be a supply storage point for egrets underground in the mine. We need to search further and not alert them."

The keyboard replied with an "OK" emoji instantly, followed by another message.

"Instructor, something's happened at Dawa's house."

Chen Zheng's gaze darkened.

"explain."

"The news that Qiangba's mine has been raided has already spread."

"Dawa Rob's communications have quadrupled in the last twenty minutes; he's sending shortwave signals over an encrypted channel."

Where is the shortwave receiver?

"We're still analyzing it, but it's highly likely that they were the people in those three black vans from yesterday."

Chen Zheng put away his phone and looked up into the distance.

An Ran's voice came through the communicator again, sounding quite nervous.

"Instructor, a large number of people have gathered outside the Dawa family manor."

"I checked the satellite imagery using the keyboard. It wasn't just the Dawa family's own security guards and thugs, but also vehicles and crowds converging from several surrounding directions."

"Preliminary estimates suggest at least eighty to one hundred people."