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

An Ran watched the figures of the group disappear, and a strange sense of unfamiliarity arose in her heart.

If Chen Zheng were here, he probably wouldn't have made such a decision.

Because she is not Chen Zheng after all, and does not have that kind of strength.

She is Anran, and Anran has her own way of solving problems.

After making the arrangements, she turned around and headed straight for the generator room.

A few minutes later, An Ran kicked open the wooden door of the server room, pried open the power distribution box with a military knife, picked out several thick wires, and snapped them in half.

He then walked to the oil drums next to him, stabbed them hard with his military knife, and cut a long gash.

The pungent smell of diesel fuel instantly spilled all over the ground.

An Ran grabbed two bare wires and threw them directly into the diesel fuel. Then she quickly walked away and, once she was in a relatively safe position, lit a match and threw it over.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the corrugated iron roof of the server room was ripped off, and flames shot into the sky.

All the light bulbs in Jinya Village flickered simultaneously, then plunged into complete darkness in an instant.

The village suddenly descended into chaos.

The gunmen shouted for everyone to assemble, and several wolfhounds barked wildly, startled by the explosion.

Without pausing, An Ran took advantage of the darkness and chaos to quickly dart out of the village gate and descend the difficult mountain path alone.

The mountain road to Black Vulture Slope was more difficult than I had imagined.

The weeds on both sides were as tall as a person, and they rustled in the wind.

An Ran walked quickly, but kept her ears alert to the sounds around her.

A spark suddenly appeared in the bushes around the corner ahead.

An Ran paused, her body instantly lowered, and she held her breath.

Those were two armed patrolmen smoking.

The two men, carrying rifles, were cursing and swearing in the local dialect, clearly unhappy about being sent out on patrol in the middle of the night.

One of them seemed to sense something was wrong. He stopped holding his cigarette, suddenly raised his rifle, and was about to pull the bolt.

An Ran burst out of the shadows of the trees, jumped up, and slammed her knee into the man's face.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he crashed to the ground.

The armed men nearby were terrified and instinctively ducked behind a large tree, ready to pull the trigger.

An Ran used the momentum to twist her body in mid-air, drew her Glock pistol from her waist with her right hand, and flicked her wrist sharply.

Gunfighting!

boom!

The bullet arced through the air, bypassing a thick tree trunk, and struck the militant precisely in the right shoulder.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The militant clutched his shoulder and fell to the ground, completely stunned.

What the hell is this thing? Isn't there a tree in front of me?

Am I lagging, or are the bullets on the other side just curving?

An Ran didn't give the other person a chance to continue imagining things. She quickly stepped forward and struck the other person's neck with a palm strike, knocking him unconscious.

Without Chen Zheng, An Ran experienced the cruelty of individual combat for the first time.

No one was there to finish her off; all decisions and kills had to be made in an instant.

The good news is that she can handle it.

She crouched down and quickly searched the two men, eventually finding an oil-stained half-sheet in the pocket of the armed man whose nose had been smashed.

By the moonlight, Anran was able to clearly see the contents of the paper.

It was a freight transshipment document with the words LC-7 printed in large letters in the center, and the time was clearly marked: it would be shipped by water at six o'clock tomorrow morning.

On the edge of the paper, two Chinese characters were written in a messy hand.

White Pagoda.

An Ran stuffed the transfer slip into her inner pocket, took a deep breath, and continued her advance towards Black Vulture Slope.

Half an hour later.

Anran lay prone in the grass on a high ground, coldly looking down at the old mine warehouse.

The weeds around the mine were even denser, and a railway track stretched into the dark, abandoned mine shaft, where several abandoned mine carts lay scattered on the hillside.

This place is much scarier than Jinya Village.

An Ran's sharp eyes quickly scanned the outer defenses of the mine.

There were two wooden observation posts on the outer perimeter, each with a light machine gun mounted on it.

A modified pickup truck was parked next to the gate, and a large, vicious dog was chained to the side of the truck bed.

More than ten guards were scattered in various corners, providing tight security.

An Ran stared intently at the guards, her brows immediately furrowing.

The camouflage uniforms worn by these guards, as well as the type of weapons they carried, were completely different from those worn by Holden's men.

These are not armed forces from the same system at all.

This was a double-cross; the group that kidnapped Chen Zheng wanted to keep the goods for themselves.

Anran lay on the cold, muddy ground, looking around at the pitch blackness.

This was the first time since she enlisted that she had felt so lonely, making it hard for her to breathe.

Before Chen Zheng arrived, although she was the eldest sister, she still had her sisters by her side when she went on missions.

After Chen Zheng arrived, missions became much easier; if the sky were to fall, that freak would take care of it.

No matter how big the trouble, the man who always carried a thermos would easily provide a solution, and she just needed to follow it.

But now, with Chen Zheng not around, there's not even anyone to discuss countermeasures with.

Loneliness and pressure made her chest feel tight again.

An Ran gripped the Glock's handle, and Chen Zheng's usually calm face inexplicably flashed through her mind.

"Is a brain just for show?"

"Make your own decision."

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

An Ran suddenly froze, her fingertips tightening sharply.

His harsh insults, his harsh coercion, and his punishments all became clear at that moment.

Chen Zheng had known this day would come, and had paved the way for her in advance.

Thinking of this, An Ran bit her lower lip hard, closed her eyes abruptly, and suppressed the emotion.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was filled with only coldness and determination.

Damn you, Chen Zheng, if I fail, let's see what you do then!

An Ran's mind worked quickly. Learning from Chen Zheng's way of thinking, she quickly came up with a plan to break in.

First, pick up stones and throw them at those abandoned minecarts to distract the vicious dogs.

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity, they eliminated the hidden sentries on the high observation platform.

Finally, they slid directly into the mine bin from that abandoned ventilation shaft.

With the plan finalized, An Ran no longer hesitated and rushed forward, disappearing into the darkness ahead.

The air inside the mine was damp and cold, with a strong smell of rust.

An Ran silently slid down the iron ladder inside the ventilation shaft to the bottom.

As soon as their feet touched the ground, they heard a series of even breathing sounds coming from the dimly lit passage ahead.

She instinctively gripped her military knife and walked quietly along the wall.

A dimly lit miner's lamp hung overhead.

An Ran looked up.

Chen Zheng was tightly chained to an iron chair welded to the ground by a chain as thick as his wrist.

Hearing the noise, he didn't even lift his eyelids, his expression remaining calm.

He even leisurely tilted his head and stretched his neck.