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

As An Ran spoke, her acting skills gradually came into play, and her voice began to tremble.

"You want me to go tomorrow morning? I'll go."

"But don't expect me to shoulder the burden with him."

"I'm not that loyal, nor that valuable."

Holden stared at her for a long time.

This reaction was not quite what he had expected.

I originally thought this woman would be tougher and more aggressive.

When they actually detained the person alone, they revealed their cowardice.

Du Kun might be right.

Chen Zheng is difficult to deal with.

This woman, perhaps not.

Holden stood up, walked over to her, and leaned down to look at her for two seconds.

"That's for the best."

"Honest people live longer."

"Don't cause me any trouble before tomorrow morning."

He waved his hand, and the little girl at the door was dragged out again.

The door closed again.

The four gunmen outside the door quickly resumed playing cards.

An Ran kept her head down until she could no longer hear the footsteps, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

She closed her eyes and continued to ponder.

Chen Zheng was taken away, most likely because he took advantage of the situation to get involved.

Holden kept her around mainly to force her to reveal her secrets.

The fact that Chen Zheng will be handed over tomorrow morning means he won't die anytime soon.

There are also windows.

She took a deep breath, and with a slight flick of her wrist, she slid the hair clip hidden inside her shirt onto her finger.

The searchers took the gun, the knife, and even the spare magazine from his waistband, but they didn't care about this little thing.

As it turns out, underestimating others often leads to a quick demise.

The hairpin slowly probed into the knot, and Anran rubbed against it for several minutes before the knot finally loosened a bit.

She twisted her wrist and forcefully pulled her hand away.

Afterwards, An Ran wiggled her fingers a couple of times, ignoring the red marks on her wrist, and squatted down by the door, listening to the sounds outside.

It's fortunate that she crammed on the local dialect before coming, otherwise it would have been really difficult to handle her.

"Damn it, I have to go to Black Vulture Slope again tomorrow morning."

"Stop complaining. We need to keep an eye on the old mine tonight too. Don't let those bastards kill anyone. Damn it, if you want money, just give it to them. Why take someone to a place like that?"

"Hey, we've got our eyes on a woman, aren't we? We'll line up to go in late at night, all excited!"

As they spoke, the group burst into lewd laughter.

An Ran's eyes darkened upon hearing this.

Black Vulture Slope.

Old mine warehouse.

The person is over there.

She memorized those two place names and got up to look out the window.

The side window of the room looked quite old, with the wooden frame showing signs of wear and tear.

Outside the window is the eaves of a wooden building, so narrow that only half a foot can fit through it.

Looking further down, you see the generator room in the corner of the village.

Oil drums and wooden boxes were piled up next to the generator room. If the power went out, all the lights and surveillance cameras in the village would be cut off.

Given the reaction speed here, a 30-second commotion is no problem.

Thirty seconds is enough.

An Ran tucked the hair clip back into her shirt, raised her hand to touch the brass thumb ring on her finger, and pressed her fingertip against the edge, forcefully driving it into the nail seam.

With a creak.

She quickly stopped, but the sound of cards being played outside was still going on, and no one noticed.

An Ran continued to exert force, gradually loosening the long nail.

Soon, a corner of the wooden board was lifted.

She put the nail into her palm, her gaze becoming increasingly composed, and she did not rush to move.

This time, no one is making decisions for her, no one is guaranteeing her a safety net; she has to ensure that everything is done to the best of her ability.

Time slowly progressed.

late at night.

Outside the door, one gunman got up to urinate, while another stood by the railing, yawning and smoking.

There were two people left at the card table, their attention focused on the cards in their hands.

An Ran immediately pushed open the side window and slid out, her body pressed against the wall.

A night breeze suddenly rushed into my collar, and the wooden eaves made a very soft creak under my feet.

She didn't stop; her fingers gripped the windowsill, and she slowly moved toward the corner of the outer eaves.

Below is the generator room.

The oil drums were piled in the shadows, and there was only one person guarding the area, dozing against the wall.

An Ran lay prone in the darkness, squinting as he surveyed the defenses of the entire Golden Tooth Village, his gaze gradually turning cold.

She mentally planned out the route and firing positions, and finally made a decision.

First, rescue the remaining hostages, then blow up the village, then sneak into Black Vulture Slope in the dark and bring the people back!

After making up her mind, Anran flipped over and landed directly. The moment her feet touched the ground, her knees bent slightly, dissipating the force of the fall completely without raising a speck of dust.

She crouched low, using the shadows of the generator room as cover, and silently made her way to the dungeon in the northeast corner.

Two guards stood watch outside the dungeon. One was lighting a cigarette with his head down, while the other was rubbing his arms and muttering something incoherently.

The man who lit the cigarette had just taken a puff when he saw a dark figure jump down from the roof of the wooden shed next to him.

An Ran's knee slammed hard into the back of the cigarette-lighting man's neck. With a cracking sound, the man collapsed to the ground before he could utter a single word.

The other gunman turned around in surprise, but before he could pull the bolt, Anran's left hand had already gripped the other man's throat, while his right hand's brass thumb ring slammed into the man's temple.

The gunman's eyes bulged out, his mind went blank, and he passed out.

Behind the dungeon bars, the middle-aged man who was tightly protecting his sister witnessed this scene, his eyes changing from fear to blankness.

The female secretary who was meek and obedient to the wealthy businessman just a few hours ago has become so decisive and efficient in killing people.

This doesn't seem like a secretary; it's more like a killer.

An Ran, who was outside the door, ignored the two people on the ground, grabbed the key and an old-fashioned submachine gun from one of them's waist, and quickly walked to the iron fence.

The middle-aged man trembled all over, desperately shielding his sister behind him, fearing that An Ran had come to silence her.

An Ran lowered her voice and coldly swept her gaze over the people in the dungeon.

"Shut up, don't make a sound."

The man quickly covered his mouth.

Anran inserted the key into the lock and turned it quickly. Then, with a sudden pause in her wrist, the lock clicked open.

Instead of fully opening the cell door, she reached out and pulled out the girl who was crying in fear, then pointed to the two most seriously injured Chinese laborers in the corner, signaling them to come out.

The middle-aged man was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief, seemingly not understanding why everyone wasn't let go together.

An Ran gripped the old-fashioned submachine gun and quickly said, "Too many people make us a big target. If we all leave at once, no one will survive."

As she spoke, she pushed the little girl into the man's arms and took a few deep breaths.

"Take your sister and these two seriously injured men and go down the mountain via the small path in the northeast corner. There's only a layer of barbed wire outside. Once you get over it, don't look back."

Then, An Ran turned to look at the remaining people in the cell, her eyes gradually becoming firm.

"Everyone else, retreat to the shadows and hide. No matter what happens outside, don't make a sound. Wait until the village is in chaos, then find a chance to escape."

The middle-aged man was extremely grateful and bowed several times while holding his sister's hand.

He then carried a seriously injured companion on his back, crouched down, and disappeared into the darkness of the northeast corner.