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

Sitting in the car, Chen Zheng suddenly frowned.

Not right.

Since entering Tibet, the matter of the Lhamo family has been dealt with, and the Gongjue family, Qiangba family, and Dawa family have all been taken down by Chen Zheng one by one.

After the illegally detained laborers were rescued, the oppressed herders were also given an explanation, and subsequently, all the properties of the three major families were seized.

Even Bai Lu's base in the basement of Dawa's house was wiped out by Chen Zheng.

But what about the system?

This thing didn't utter a single word from beginning to end.

There are no special missions for Ram, and no rewards.

Chen Zheng recalled for a moment.

Based on past experience, the system never misses out on such individual player profiles.

But this time it turned out to be different.

He's been causing trouble in Tibet for so long, making such a huge commotion.

The system remained completely silent, as if it had crashed.

Fortunately, Chen Zheng already had a good understanding of the nature of this system.

To put it nicely, it's a makeshift operation; to put it bluntly, it's just an old-fashioned phone.

Whatever, do whatever you want.

Anyway, rewards are something you take if you get them, but not getting them doesn't affect your work.

Chen Zheng snapped out of his thoughts, reached for the thermos on the center console with his right hand, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

The water with goji berries was at the perfect temperature.

Just then, there was a ding.

Chen Zheng paused for a moment.

coming.

A semi-transparent system panel suddenly appeared in front of me.

In the very center of the panel, a line of large characters is prominently displayed.

[Team member 'Lamu's' exclusive mission: Guardian of the Snowfield.]

[Completed!]

Chen Zheng stared at the words "completed," and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

彳亍口巴.

The system panel continued scrolling, displaying detailed settlement information.

[Completion Condition 1: Dismantle the power of local warlords - Completed]

[Completion Condition 2: Rescue the illegally detained persons - Completed]

[Completion Condition 3: Intercept key intelligence from a foreign spy organization - Completed]

[Hidden Bonus Point: Gained the sincere gratitude and recognition of the local people - Achieved]

When Chen Zheng saw the last line, his brows twitched slightly.

Sincere thanks and recognition.

Upon seeing this line of text, the expression on Tsering's face gradually came to mind.

At the bottom of the system panel, the rewards section slowly unfolds.

[Reward: A Sister Drum, a sacred instrument of Tibetan Buddhism]

[Distributing in progress...]

Chen Zheng suddenly felt his right hand sink, and something appeared out of thin air in his palm.

He looked down.

That was a drum.

However, it is only the size of a palm, oval-shaped, and has a surface of some kind of dark brown leather.

The drum body is made of bone and has an ivory-colored sheen.

The drum surface is covered with dense patterns that look like Tibetan script or some kind of ancient symbol.

A thin rope hangs from each side, with two small round beads at the ends, used to shake and beat the drum.

The entire drum exudes an indescribable aura.

It was a subtle, but real, sense of psychological oppression.

It seems that the drum itself carries a certain will.

Chen Zheng turned the drum over and looked at the back. A lotus flower was carved on the bone drum body, and a turquoise was inlaid in the center of the lotus flower.

The craftsmanship is very exquisite, and it seems to be a ritual implement made by a high-ranking monk.

Sister Drum

[Type: Spiritual Magical Artifact]

[Effect: Shaking or striking the drumhead can inflict a mental shock on hostile targets within a radius of fifty meters.]

[It can cause temporary dizziness, fear, or even confusion in ordinary people.]

[Additional Note: This device is quite noisy during use; please keep it discreet.]

After reading the instructions, Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow and began to think.

Psychological shock.

Radius is fifty meters.

This thing is indeed quite valuable in actual combat.

Especially when facing a large number of enemies, a single strike can knock out enemies within a 50-meter radius, saving time and effort, comparable to Conqueror's Haki in One Piece.

It's much more efficient than Chen Zheng beating them up one by one.

But the problems are also obvious.

First, it's loud.

Drums are not naturally suited for covert work.

Second, it cannot be used in Tibet.

After all, the Sister Drum has a special meaning in Tibetan Buddhism. If Chen Zheng were to pull this out on the streets of Lhasa, the nature of the act would be completely different.

Chen Zheng held the Sister Drum in his hand and turned it over a few times, feeling the spiritual fluctuations coming from his palm.

Then he put him in his pocket.

The product is good, but you have to choose the right occasion to use it.

We could try looking into the Golden Triangle area.

After all, that place was a lawless zone, and nobody cared if you brought any strange things.

Chen Zheng pondered this in his mind and casually closed the system panel.

An Ran just looked up from the map.

She saw Chen Zheng holding the steering wheel with one hand and the other hand hanging in mid-air, his lips moving slightly as if he were talking to himself.

But no sound came out.

Moreover, his expression seemed to be suppressing laughter, with a hint of helplessness.

An Ran carefully observed Chen Zheng's profile, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"Instructor, are you alright?"

"Um?"

"What were you thinking about while you were staring blankly ahead?"

"Thinking about the next route."

An Ran looked at Chen Zheng with some skepticism, feeling that Chen Zheng wasn't telling the truth.

But that's how she always is; if she doesn't want to talk about something, even An Jianjun can't get the words out of her.

Thinking this way, An Ran didn't ask any further questions. She just glanced at Chen Zheng again and softened her voice a little.

"You've been working non-stop for almost half a month now, since you came from Tibet."

"Once you get to Yunnan, if possible, get a good night's rest first."

"Don't shoulder everything by yourself."

Chen Zheng turned his head and glanced at An Ran.

An Ran was wearing a light dark gray jacket today, with a plain black T-shirt and jeans underneath. Her expression was very serious, and her eyes were filled with deep worry.

Chen Zheng withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the road ahead.

"understood."

An Ran's lips curled up slightly, and she stopped talking, continuing to study the map in her hand.

The carriage fell silent again.

Chen Zheng also began to sort out his next action plan in his mind.

It's about a two-hour drive from here to the airport.

After arriving at the airport, we took the military's special passage to fly to Kunming.

After landing, take another vehicle to reach the border rendezvous point.

The intelligence package from above contained a name: Lao Wu.

He is said to be a veteran smuggler who has been operating along the China-Myanmar border for over 20 years. He has a well-established network of border crossings and extensive connections in the local area.

This person is a long-time informant for the National Security Bureau, and has been used for many years, so he is highly credible.

But Chen Zheng never completely entrusts his safety to others.

Just because Lao Wu is trustworthy doesn't mean that the people around him are trustworthy.

In the Golden Triangle, the person who calls you brother today might betray you tomorrow.

So after he went in, he felt that he still needed to personally oversee every step.

He wasn't afraid, because Anran was right beside him.