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

Chen Zheng's movements were not slowed down at all. Before the agent whose gun barrel had been bent could let go, Chen Zheng had already struck him with his right elbow.

The elbow tip accurately hits the temple.

The man's eyes rolled upwards suddenly, and he collapsed limply, instantly losing consciousness.

Solve one.

The remaining five White Heron agents did react quickly enough.

The leader changed his hand gestures, and the entire formation instantly adjusted—two men holstered their guns, drew their knives, and closed in for a fight, while the three behind them quickly retreated back to the basement entrance, creating distance and providing cover fire.

Two tactical knives slashed out from the left and right sides almost simultaneously.

The blade flashed two streaks of silver light through the smoke, one aimed at the throat, the other at the ribs, the two working together perfectly.

The two men were clearly trained in close combat; they stood one in front of the other, effectively blocking the only space for movement in the corridor.

If it were anyone else, being attacked by two daggers in a passage less than two meters wide, they would most likely only be able to take one blow before having a chance to counterattack.

But Chen Zheng was clearly no stranger.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker.

Flames peeked through the cracks in the basement door, and the acrid smell of burning chemicals stung the eyes.

If we delay any longer, the things inside will probably burn to ashes by the time we get inside.

Chen Zheng exerted force with his feet.

Dream Butterfly Steps!

His figure suddenly vanished into the smoke, disappearing directly between the two dagger-wielding men's blockade.

The two agents' blades missed their mark, and all they caught was the force of the wind whistling through each other.

Their pupils constricted, and they instinctively turned their heads to look.

But it was too late.

Chen Zheng had already walked between the two.

In that instant, he struck out with both palms simultaneously.

He didn't use his fist, he used his palm.

He placed his palms against the chests of the two men and applied force directly.

boom!boom!

After the two sounds, the two agents were simultaneously thrown into the air by the force of the palm strikes, one crashing into the left stone wall and the other slamming into the right wall.

He then collapsed to the ground, spitting blood from the corner of his mouth.

That makes three.

The three agents who had retreated to the doorway watched as their three comrades in front of them were utterly crushed in less than five seconds. The three of them immediately pulled the trigger at the same time.

Puff puff puff puff—

The silenced pistol fired continuously.

But Chen Zheng didn't even slow down.

He lowered his body and advanced in a low posture, close to the ground.

Bullets whizzed past his head and struck the wall behind him.

As he rushed to the nearest agent's feet, Chen Zheng reached out with his right hand and gripped the man's ankle tightly with his five fingers.

Then, with a twist of his wrist, he pulled upwards sharply.

The agent was lifted directly into the air.

Chen Zheng grabbed his ankle and swung it like a sledgehammer at his two companions.

The three of them collided and then fell into a heap.

Seeing that the three were already exhausted, Chen Zheng did not deliver any more blows.

The things in the basement are what's important.

He kicked open the iron door to the basement, and the sight before him made him frown.

Several metal boxes lay scattered on the ground, all of them pried open, their lids askew.

In the center of the basement stood an iron barrel, inside which flames danced wildly.

A pile of files and hard drives were being stuffed into the fire, where they were burning.

Most of the items were burned to almost nothing.

But there was still a figure crouching in the corner.

The last White Egret Agent.

He huddled in the shadows, holding a metal box with its lid still closed in his left hand, while his right hand rummaged through the contents of the box, preparing to throw them into the fire.

He also carried a fireproof, sealed document bag and a hard drive.

Their eyes met through the smoke.

The agent's pupils trembled violently, but his hands didn't stop moving for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly sped up, swinging his arm toward the fire bucket.

Chen Zheng reacted quickly, glancing down and spotting a broken brick at his feet.

Then, with a flick of his toe, the brick bounced up and landed in his palm.

With a flick of his right arm, the brick flew out.

The Law of Causality: Absolute Accuracy!

Click!

The brick struck the man's wrist joint directly.

He cried out in pain, his fingers twitching as they were forced to loosen, and the metal box and the briefcase in his arms fell to the ground at the same time.

The hard drive also rolled twice on the ground and stopped half a meter away from the fire bucket.

Chen Zheng stepped forward and kicked the fire bucket over.

The metal bucket overturned instantly, scattering burning documents and messy fragments all over the ground, with sparks flying everywhere.

A few sheets of paper that weren't fully burned slid out of the fire, their edges still flickering.

Chen Zheng stomped on the paper several times with his military boots, the soles crushing the paper and extinguishing the flames, leaving only charred edges and remnants of writing.

Then, he switched feet and swept back, hitting the agent squarely in the chest.

The man was thrown into the corner of the wall, slid to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head to the side, and fell silent.

The basement was once again plunged into chaos.

Chen Zheng immediately squatted down and began to quickly investigate.

Most of the documents had been reduced to ashes, but the contents of the last metal box, as well as the documents and silver plate in the agent's arms, were preserved.

enough.

Suddenly, a slight, strange noise came from the corridor.

Chen Zheng didn't even turn his head.

He had already spotted a figure in the reflection of the fire barrel—one of the three agents who had just collided with each other, getting up.

The man's face was covered in blood, his nose was crooked, and he hadn't picked up the gun or the knife. His hand was slowly reaching towards his chest.

There's a homemade bomb strapped to it.

The gray square was attached to the bulletproof vest, and the red fuse went around the armpits and connected to a detonator with a pull ring.

His fingers gripped the end of the thread directly.

Chen Zheng still didn't turn around.

He swung his right palm backward and chopped it directly at the man's face.

Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out.

The man's head exploded, and the hand holding the fuse slowly loosened, causing him to crash straight down onto the stone floor.

Another agent, strapped with a bomb, also climbed down the corridor and into the doorway.

This person was in an even worse state, with a useless leg dangling behind him.

Of course, the purpose was the same—to drag Chen Zheng down with them.

However, before he could even touch the edge, Chen Zheng had already taken a step forward and stood in front of him.

With her left hand, she gripped the back of his collar tightly and lifted him into the air.

He threw three punches with his right hand, each landing squarely on the lower abdomen and chin.

After three laps, the man rolled his eyes, his limbs went limp, and Chen Zheng casually tossed him back into the ground.

The basement became truly quiet.

The embers were still crackling, and the smoke was gradually cooling down.

Chen Zheng crouched down and removed the explosives from the two men's bodies.

He then picked up the metal box, carefully stacked the hard drive and the salvaged pages, and tightened the clasp.

He then got up and dusted himself off.

He picked up the thermos on the stone steps, took a sip of goji berry water, then carried the metal box in his left hand and the water cup in his right, stepping over the shell casings and corpses scattered on the ground, and walked out of the passage.

Facing the blinding sunlight outside, the scene in front of the manor was exactly the same as when we arrived.

The thugs remained kneeling obediently, not daring to raise their heads.

On the dirt road not far away, An Ran stood guard with his gun at the ready, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the manor.

Ram, standing behind, stepped on Dawa Rob's back, pinning the arrogant leader to the ground, rendering him unable to move.