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

Southwest Military Region at dawn.

Inside the office, Chen Zheng sat behind his desk.

His eyes scanned the computer screen, checking the remaining data sent by An Jianjun.

Although he is very strong, intelligence work is also essential.

Equipment room.

Anran squatted on the floor, her huge tactical backpack open, surrounded by a pile of odds and ends.

Her fingers flew across the equipment.

He picked up two modified Glock pistols, skillfully removed the magazines, and inspected the magazine catches and firing pins.

After confirming that everything was correct, he clicked twice to put the magazine back in and then tucked it into the quick-draw holster on his waist.

Next came the backup replacements: several sets of convincing fake identity documents, and first aid and antidote medicines provided by Song Jia.

More importantly, there were two independent satellite communication schemes and a map marked with coded messages.

And... the thumb ring I always wear on my finger.

An Ran took a red pen and circled three retreat points on the map in case of loss of contact.

These are things that the instructors should have been concerned with.

Now it's all her responsibility.

At this moment, Chen Zheng walked in carrying a thermos cup. His gaze swept over the neatly categorized equipment on the floor, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This girl is becoming more and more reliable.

Chen Zheng walked up behind An Ran and looked down at her.

"Who taught you that?"

An Ran didn't even look up; she was slapping the last magazine into the pocket of her tactical vest.

He pressed the holster's latch firmly while casually responding.

"If you keep beating me, even a pig could learn."

Chen Zheng's lips curled up slightly.

"Alright, get up."

An Ran then dusted off her hands and stood up.

Chen Zheng nodded, his gaze fixed intently on An Ran's eyes.

"It's not too late to regret it now."

Upon hearing this, An Ran rolled her eyes.

"If you keep spouting this nonsense, I'll start to suspect that your altitude sickness is only just beginning."

Chen Zheng simply shook his head.

"Once we cross the border, nobody will recognize us."

"May be out of contact."

"Possible exposure."

"They might temporarily sever all identities and become two unclaimed corpses."

Upon hearing this, An Ran simply looked at Chen Zheng, her eyes showing no sign of backing down.

"Will you regret bringing me along?"

Chen Zheng stared into those stubborn eyes.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

"It's not that I want to bring you along, it's more troublesome for me to bring other people."

This was the highest level of recognition she could possibly give.

An Ran understood perfectly, and a slight smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

"You're still pretty lucky, at least you have me."

On the other side, Meng Xue was peering through the door frame.

Seeing the two whispering to each other, she bit her lip and quickly walked in, standing in front of them.

"that……"

"Instructor, Sister Anran, please be careful on your journey!"

An Ran found it amusing to look at Meng Xue's reluctant yet pretentious demeanor.

She leaned closer deliberately and whispered, "What, aren't you afraid I'll run off with the instructor?"

Meng Xue's face flushed red to her ears.

She suddenly raised her head and shouted, "If you can kidnap someone, then that's your skill!"

An Ran wasn't annoyed. Instead, she reached out and patted Meng Xue's shoulder, her joking expression disappearing.

"If you want to catch up, stop just talking tough."

"Ram is taking you under his wing now; it's an opportunity."

"Mulan never judges by tears, only by ability."

Meng Xue paused for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"I'll catch up!"

Just then, Ram came running from the other end of the corridor in a flurry, holding a small notebook in her hand.

I was running too fast, my foot slipped, and I almost crashed into the door frame.

After regaining her balance, she walked directly to Chen Zheng, opened her notebook, cleared her throat, and began to report.

"The aftermath in Tibet has been taken over by Deputy County Head Gesang. I reconcile the accounts with him every Wednesday."

"Starting tomorrow, Meng Xue's training will be intensified, including a five-kilometer weighted run and basic combat training. I plan to focus on improving her physical fitness first."

"If there is any emergency in the camp, I will report it directly to the brigade commander."

For her first plan, the organization was remarkably clear.

Chen Zheng listened quietly, then glanced at Ram.

There was no further criticism or addition of any details; he simply nodded.

"OK."

Ram was secretly overjoyed, but he forced a smile and didn't show it.

After reporting the important matters, Ram took out an oil paper package and stuffed it directly into An Ran's arms.

"This is dried meat from the highlands. My mother specially asked me to bring it."

"If you don't like the foreign food, just take a bite or two; it'll keep you full."

An Ran hugged the paper package that smelled strongly of meat and nodded with a smile.

Then, Lamu turned to look at Chen Zheng, took out a simple Tibetan knife from her waist, and the scabbard was inlaid with several turquoise stones.

"Instructor, my grandfather used this knife."

"Keep this with you for self-defense. If you run into a clueless drug dealer, just stab him in the kidneys!"

Chen Zheng glanced at the jeweled Tibetan knife, and his eye twitched involuntarily.

"Have you ever seen any intelligence operatives who infiltrate the Golden Triangle carrying something like this on their waist?"

"Too flashy."

After saying that, Chen Zheng turned around and left his sword and his men behind him.

Lhamo pursed her lips, but wasn't angry. She simply put the Tibetan knife back on her waist, put her hands on her hips, and bluntly uttered a sentence.

"You can go in peace, so please know."

With this statement...

An Ran's last bit of concern vanished.

After a while.

A military off-road vehicle was already parked at the camp gate.

An Ran picked up her tactical backpack and strode toward the off-road vehicle.

Before opening the car door, I glanced back.

Behind her, Meng Xue stood ramrod straight, her training uniform fluttering in the wind.

Ram remained in his usual nonchalant stance, hands on his hips, and casually whistled.

Not everyone was present.

But the team's spirit remains.

Chen Zheng walked over from behind, his right hand habitually holding the thermos.

He walked to the car, stopped, and glanced at Lamu and Mengxue.

Only three simple words were left behind.

"Keep an eye on the house."

Lamu and Mengxue straightened their backs as if by reflex and shouted at the same time.

"yes!"

The car door slammed shut, the SUV accelerated sharply, kicking up a cloud of dust, and drove away from the military area gate, officially embarking on its dangerous journey to Southeast Asia.

Inside the train carriage.

Anran sat peacefully in the passenger seat.

She lowered her head and went through the thick task data again from beginning to end, her expression quite calm.

Chen Zheng gripped the steering wheel, glancing at An Ran out of the corner of his eye.

I have a very clear understanding of her current state.

An Ran is no longer the impulsive and reckless girl she once was; she can now keep up with Chen Zheng's pace.

In some situations, it might even be able to bail him out.