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

While cursing, Ah Kun deliberately tore half of the cover off.

Several ice cubes rolled out of the container.

The delivery people in the vicinity were all drawn to it.

Some people watched the spectacle, while others joined in the commotion.

Several local vendors, fearing they would actually lose money, also started arguing at the checkpoint.

The two foreigners' faces darkened. One came up to press him down, while the other stared at the ice that had been turned over.

The entrance to the pier immediately descended into chaos.

It was through this tiny gap that it safely entered the water.

Fortunately, the river water in Southeast Asia is not too cold.

An Ran tried her best to keep her body afloat and sank close to the surface of the water.

Using the fog and the shadows of the boats, we slowly made our way down to the base of the White Pagoda.

Soon, the ship was so close that it was almost pressing against her face.

An Ran followed the outer edge of the ship's hull and found the temporary repair passage.

The entrance was narrower than I expected, barely half a person's width, and it had been reinforced with welded plates, with the edges covered in rust.

An Ran took a breath and squeezed in sideways.

The cold sheet metal grazed my shoulder, and I felt a sharp pain in my forearm as it was scraped open.

The blood was immediately diluted by the river water as soon as it started to ooze.

An Ran didn't stop; she gritted her teeth and continued to crawl inside.

Just as they crawled halfway inside, footsteps suddenly came from the deck above.

And there's Du Kun's voice.

The distance was very close, separated by a metal plate, so the sound wasn't very clear, but it was clear enough.

"Yes, I'll keep an eye on it."

"The goods for Madam's side will arrive the day after tomorrow."

"Nothing will go wrong at the White Pagoda."

An Ran paused for half a second.

lady.

It's another new name.

She memorized these words, quickened her pace, and slid down the narrow passage.

Upon entering the lower level, I immediately felt a strong sense of stuffiness.

There was no wind inside, and the air was filled with the smells of engine oil and rust.

Three black metal boxes were placed on the ground in a triangular shape, with obvious drag marks on the ground.

Anran squatted down, not rushing to get too close, first checking the location, then the label.

The one on the left has no number, the one on the right has a label that has been re-attached, and the one in the middle is labeled LC-7.

She had just looked over when her eyes caught sight of the edge of the lock.

There was a very thin line connecting it.

His fingertips froze in mid-air, and his back tensed instantly.

If I had been a little faster, the alarms on the entire ship would have gone off by now.

An Ran suppressed her thoughts, approached the box labeled LC-7, and continued her investigation.

There is a tiny fingerprint on the lock that is barely visible to the naked eye.

Anran took out the prepared tape from her sleeve, carefully stuck it on, pressed it firmly, and gently lifted it.

The fingerprint transferred smoothly onto the adhesive surface.

She taped the inside of the waterproof bag, then took out a folded piece of paper and quickly noted down the location of the box, the doorway, the vent, and the direction of the drag marks.

At this point, we've essentially gotten what we wanted.

Just as An Ran was preparing to leave, the iron door to the warehouse suddenly creaked open a crack.

A beam of flashlight shone in.

She instantly pressed herself against the back of the box, her shoulders and back pressed tightly against the cold metal wall, and held her breath.

The beam of light swept in from the doorway, first passing over the open space, then crept in along the edge of the box.

Very close.

So close that you can see the gray floating in the light.

Then, the beam of light swept past her face, less than three centimeters away, and paused for a moment.

An Ran could barely control her pounding heart.

Then they heard someone outside the door curse in the local language, sounding annoyed, probably saying something about rats.

An Ran remained huddled in the corner, not even daring to lift her eyelids.

A moment later, the light disappeared.

The iron gate closed again.

An Ran didn't move immediately, waiting an extra thirty seconds before slowly exhaling the breath from her chest.

She immediately retreated along the same path, crawled back under the boat, and disappeared back into the muddy river water.

Inside the lower compartment, on the side of the black box labeled LC-7, there was a faint bloodstain.

……

When An Ran returned to the prefabricated house at the lumberyard, it was already evening.

She had been in the water for almost forty minutes. When she got out, her lips were pale, her knuckles were stiff, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

As soon as she entered, An Ran didn't change her clothes or sit down. Instead, she spread the tape and hand-drawn layout diagram from the waterproof bag onto the table.

"The bottom compartment contains three boxes arranged in a triangular shape."

"The real box is in the middle, and the label says LC-7."

"There's an alarm wire on the edge of the latch, it's ridiculously thin."

"I didn't touch the lock, I only mentioned the fingerprint."

An Ran spoke quickly, her wet hair still dripping, her sleeve wrapped around her injured forearm, the fabric already showing a faint red tinge.

Chen Zheng glanced at An Ran's hand, then looked at the drawing on the table.

"Change your clothes first."

An Ran shook her head repeatedly.

"Let's get down to business first."

Chen Zheng didn't argue with her. He got up, took off his coat, and threw it at her.

"If you catch a cold or get a fever, who will handle the aftermath?"

An Ran ripped off her coat, her ears burning slightly.

She wanted to say something in response, but the polite words stuck in her throat, and in the end she just put her coat on.

Chen Zheng then lowered his eyes to look at the picture.

"What else did Du Quinn say?"

An Ran recounted what she had overheard outside the warehouse.

He said the goods for Madam's side will arrive the day after tomorrow.

The prefab house fell silent immediately.

Zhou Chenggang, who was standing nearby, picked up a bowl of water, and upon hearing this, he subconsciously softened his movements.

Chen Zheng didn't reply immediately. After a few seconds of silence, he asked An Ran.

"What about the tone?"

An Ran thought about it for a moment.

"Like a report."

"He's reporting it to his superiors."

Chen Zheng nodded, his voice lowering.

"If Du Kun is reporting to his superiors, then there are still people on the White Pagoda."

Holden isn't the boss, and neither is Duquesne.

"We haven't seen the one who actually makes the decision yet."

As soon as those words were spoken, the hearts of the people in the room sank.

The White Pagoda is already tough enough.

It turns out that the ship only had one level in the middle.

Are there still experts here?

An Ran subconsciously clenched the hem of the coat draped over her shoulders, her hand turning slightly white.

Just as she was about to continue speaking, a series of familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.

Ah Kun is back.

He came in and immediately started cursing.

"Those bastards at the docks are really ruthless."

However, although Ah Kun was cursing and swearing, he had a smug smile on his face.

An Ran looked up.

"Have you counted them all?"

"almost."

Ah Kun tossed the half-pack of cigarettes he'd swiped onto the table, dipped his finger in water, and started drawing on the wooden board.

"There are six visible sentries on the dock, and I only managed to spot two hidden sentries. There are also two foreign devils on the higher ground."

"There are probably still people huddled in that pickup truck next to the supply depot."

"Duque is more vigilant today than last night, as if he knows where important guests are coming from."

He spoke these words with a rather serious expression, and he did indeed resemble a soldier.

After drawing the people and gun positions for a while, Ah Kun seemed to remember something and looked up to add a sentence.

"Oh, and I also overheard two local militants chatting."

"They said... Madam recently returned from Bangkok, bringing some new faces with her."

"It seems like they're in the pharmaceutical business."