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

Chen Zheng picked up a book and opened it.

The photo is of Chen Zheng.

The name printed on it is Chen Yaozu, whose ancestral home is Hong Kong and whose occupation is a jade trader.

After the passport was processed, the business visa was also ready.

For convenience, Lao Wu also prepared a box of business cards printed with the name of a trading company registered in Hong Kong.

The other one is Anran.

Her name is Lin Siqi, and she is Chen Yaozu's assistant.

The documents are very well made, making it difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

The stamp from the border guards is genuine.

No matter what, Lao Wu has been operating on this line for over twenty years, so he still has some influence.

Chen Zheng carefully put away the two certificates and handed one to An Ran.

An Ran took it and flipped through it. When she saw the name Lin Siqi, she raised an eyebrow slightly, but said nothing.

Old Wu then pulled out a brown paper bag from under the coffee table.

Inside the box were two cell phones and a stack of cash.

"The phone is clean, and the number is local; we can't find you."

"The money is in Myanmar Kyat and Thai Baht, enough for your initial activities."

"Once we get there, I have a brother named Ah Kun who owns a bar in Kent. You can stay there for now."

"This guy is reliable; he's been with me for over ten years."

Chen Zheng handed the paper bag to An Ran.

The latter checked the items, turned on his phone to check the signal, counted the cash, and then put it all into his briefcase.

After stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Old Wu lit another one, his gaze sweeping between Chen Zheng and An Ran twice.

"Um... excuse me for asking."

"What exactly are you looking for this time?"

Chen Zheng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually replied, "Doing business."

Old Wu paused for a moment, then chuckled twice.

"Okay, okay, let's do business, doing business is good."

Having worked in this industry for twenty years, his survival wisdom is actually the same as that of those businessmen.

Don't pry into things you shouldn't know.

A little curiosity is fine within China, but it can be deadly at the border.

Old Wu put aside his thoughts and started talking about something else.

"Oh, by the way, just a reminder."

"Some foreigners have recently arrived over there."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng paused slightly on his teacup.

"What kind of foreign face?"

"I'm not quite sure what kind of people they are," Old Wu said, taking a drag of his cigarette and frowning. "But they don't look like ordinary tourists or business people."

"They are all very tall and strong, and they walk like soldiers."

"And he was very generous, spending lavishly in several casinos."

"I've seen my people in Kengtung three or four times, and each time they were accompanied by local armed personnel."

"I don't know if they're procuring something or discussing some kind of collaboration."

As Old Wu spoke, he leaned closer and lowered his voice even further.

"I reckon he's not a good guy."

"When you go there, try to avoid them if possible, and don't run into them head-on."

Chen Zheng did not respond, but pondered for a moment.

Foreign face.

These men are physically imposing, and their militarized gait indicates they have received training.

He was not only lavish in his spending, but also accompanied by local armed forces.

If nothing unexpected happens, that's their target.

The CIA task force has been formed.

This group has already established themselves in the Golden Triangle.

It appears they have established a cooperative relationship with the local armed forces.

An Ran stood to the side with her head down, her pen pausing briefly on the small notebook before continuing to write.

He understood, but he kept his expression well under control.

After saying this, Old Wu patted his thigh and stood up.

"Alright, I've said everything I needed to say."

"You can stay in town tonight, and I'll arrange for someone to take you there first thing tomorrow morning."

"We're taking the old route; it's remote, but safe."

"I've already spoken to the border guards, there won't be any trouble."

Chen Zheng stood up and shook hands with Lao Wu.

Thank you.

Old Wu waved his hand repeatedly, smiling.

"Don't mention it, it was just a friend's introduction, it's only right."

……

That night, the two stayed at a hotel in town.

The hotel is called the Phnom Penh Grand Hotel.

It's actually just a three-story brick building, and there's no elevator.

The receptionist was a girl with dyed blonde hair, chewing betel nut, who casually tossed two keys onto the counter without looking up.

The rooms are on the second floor, two adjacent standard rooms.

As soon as I opened the door, a musty smell hit me.

A calendar was pasted on the wall, the date of which was two years ago.

The sheets were clean, but a bit thin.

The window faces outwards, and when you open it, you can see the mountains in the distance.

Further away, you can see a cement pillar standing by the roadside.

That's a boundary marker.

On the other side of the boundary marker lies another country.

Anran put her luggage away, checked the door and window locks, and placed a vibration sensor on the windowsill.

If someone climbs in through the window, the sensor will go off immediately.

An Ran did these things on her own without Chen Zheng having to tell her.

After doing all that, she walked to Chen Zheng's room door and knocked twice.

The door opened a crack.

Chen Zheng stood behind the door: "What's wrong?"

An Ran leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and asked in a low voice, "What's the first thing to do after tomorrow?"

Chen Zheng pondered for a moment.

"Go to the bar that Lao Wu mentioned and find Ah Kun, then establish yourself there."

"Then, under the guise of discussing jade business, I contacted several local middlemen."

"Information flow in the Golden Triangle relies on these intermediaries. Once you make a connection, a lot of intelligence will naturally come to you."

An Ran nodded upon hearing this.

"What about those foreign faces?"

"No rush." ​​Chen Zheng leaned against the wall and shook his head. "Let's figure out what's going on around us first before we go after them."

"This time we're facing a fully-fledged regular army. Rushing in would easily expose us."

An Ran hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

After hearing this, she turned to leave, but paused and then turned back.

"Instructor... no, Mr. Chen."

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow.

An Ran's face showed a hint of unease, but she quickly returned to normal.

"I... am used to being addressed differently."

"Get some rest. Starting tomorrow, there won't be any peace and quiet."

Chen Zheng looked at An Ran, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"It's as if I've had a peaceful life ever since I accepted the role of Mulan."

Upon hearing this, An Ran smiled and turned to walk back to her room.

Chen Zheng closed the door and walked to the window.

I opened the window, and the night air rushed in.

The border town was quiet at night, with only the occasional barking of dogs.

The boundary marker stood in the darkness not far away.

On this side of the boundary marker is Chen Zheng's country.

Beyond the boundary marker lies an absolute lawless zone.

Tomorrow morning, Chen Zheng will cross that line.

Looking at the night outside the window, Chen Zheng reached for his thermos again and took a sip of goji berry water.

While I'm still relatively unknown, I can continue to maintain this little habit.

If people in many places become aware of Chen Zheng in the future, it will be difficult for him to carry a thermos when he goes undercover.