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

Chen Zheng stood by the door and glanced outside.

"Ah Kun, go out and keep watch."

"Check each of the two intersections once."

Ah Kun, with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, raised his hand in a rather awkward salute.

"Alright."

"It seems I'm not only useful for getting beaten and scolded, but also for other reasons."

After saying that, he slipped away.

Chen Zheng then walked to the table and opened the waterproof bag that An Ran had brought back.

Chen Zheng pressed the fingerprints from the tape onto the paper, next to which was a diagram of the bottom container layout drawn by An Ran.

The location of the sentry post that Ah Kun had previously discovered was also marked on another piece of paper by Chen Zheng with charcoal.

Zhou Cheng huddled in the corner with his younger sister in his arms, not daring to make a sound.

Anran picked up the charcoal pencil to continue filling in the lines, but stopped when the tip landed next to the three letters LC-7.

Chen Zheng didn't look up, but only asked one question.

"You saw several black boxes in the basement."

"Three."

"The shape of the character."

"The one in the middle is labeled LC-7, the label on the right shows signs of being re-attached, and there is no number on the left."

Chen Zheng nodded.

"How many have you seen in the mine?" An Ran replied.

"At least two."

Holden had one in his hand, and another was carried out of the ship.

As he spoke, Chen Zheng picked up a charcoal pencil and drew three lines on the paper.

The first line points to the first-aid kit, the second is drawn on the person, and the last line is marked next to the transport route and fingerprints.

"I understand now, the code name LC-7 is a chain."

"The white metal boxes were used to carry goods, Chinese laborers and smugglers were responsible for transporting people, and they also used fake boxes and real boxes to pass on information."

The prefab house fell silent.

Zhou Cheng felt a chill run down his spine and tightened his grip on his sister's arm.

The little girl pursed her lips and quietly moved closer to An Ran.

An Ran didn't move, but simply shifted to the side to make room for the little girl.

Chen Zheng continued speaking.

"Holdentey's empty box is bait."

"Du Kun is keeping an eye on the docks to guard against outsiders."

"What's truly valuable is people."

"A person who can be personally examined by the lady."

Upon hearing this, An Ran clenched her fists.

"Who are they testing?"

"It's unclear at the moment." Chen Zheng couldn't help but sigh. "We still have too little information."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Kun pushed open the door and crawled in.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and he bolted the door as soon as he entered.

"There's no sound outside."

"But when I turned over the pile of junk in the back room of the lumberyard, I found something good."

Ah Kun dragged in a black, peeling wooden box.

When the box was opened, inside was an old-fashioned encrypted shortwave radio, next to which was a roll of yellowed paper tape and a small hand-cranked power supply.

"This was left behind by Old Wu."

"When the main roads are blocked, we rely on this thing to communicate with people inside the country."

"To call it old-fashioned, it really is old-fashioned."

"But this machine is not connected to the internet and leaves no trace, so it's difficult for others to investigate."

Chen Zheng glanced at it and directly took the phone.

He first laid the machine flat, then threaded a copper wire through the window crack and placed it on a crooked wooden stake outside.

Then he put the paper strip back on, pressed the extracted fingerprint outline under the light, and quickly noted down a few key features.

The paper tape was slowly pierced through by the hole punch.

lady.

Pharmaceutical business.

LC-7.

Fingerprint characteristics.

Old archives from the Tibetan region.

Several sets of words were compressed into Morse code.

Then, Chen Zheng cranked the handle, and a series of hissing sounds came from the shortwave radio.

A few minutes later, the fuselage shuddered.

A strip of paper slowly emerged.

Although it was only half a piece, the edge was still stuck with teeth.

Chen Zheng tore off the paper strip and glanced at it, his expression darkening.

An Ran reached out and took it.

The paper tape didn't contain much information, just a few short sentences.

"Offline comparison complete."

"Keyword permissions are restricted."

"Looking back at old files: Twenty years ago, a secret logistics team on the Tibetan border, codenamed Snow Line, went missing."

"The fingerprint sample is highly similar to that of a woman with the surname An in her old files."

The original page has been closed.

"Continue with the application; rejection."

An Ran stared at the words "snow line" and fell into deep thought.

She didn't speak, but her breathing had already become deep.

The thin strip of paper was still in her hand, but the dead memories began to attack her.

When I was a child, there was a chipped metal box at the bottom of an old cabinet in my house.

Anran secretly rummaged through it once.

Inside was a small, badly worn badge with a very shallow mountain-shaped pattern engraved on the back.

Anran took it to ask her mother.

The mother simply put the things away, smiled, and flicked Anran's forehead, saying that these were old things and that children shouldn't touch them.

When I looked again, it was gone.

Later, her father told Anran that her mother had sacrificed her life while guarding the border.

The message is very short.

Thinking of this, An Ran suddenly looked up and reached for the satellite phone in her pocket.

An Ran acted quickly.

Chen Zheng was faster.

With a snap.

Chen Zheng pressed down on An Ran's wrist.

An Ran suddenly looked up.

"Relax."

Chen Zheng stared at An Ran.

"What are you doing?"

"I suspect this has something to do with my mom!"

"so what?"

Chen Zheng stared intently at her, his brows furrowed deeply.

"What can you find out if you call now?"

An Ran's hand was still on the phone as she gritted her teeth and remained locked in a tense standoff with Chen Zheng for a few seconds.

Then, he forced himself to suppress his anger and slowly loosened his grip.

Ah Kun stood to the side, originally intending to say a few sarcastic remarks.

Seeing the atmosphere, no one dared to interrupt.

But sometimes, the more people try to smooth things over, the more likely they are to say something that goes astray.

So, Ah Kun scratched his head and said something dryly.

"that……"

"Some people die, and the living will lie for them."

The room became even quieter after those words were spoken.

Ah Kun wished he could slap himself right then and there.

"No, it's my mouth..."

"That's not what I meant. I meant..."

After pondering for a long time, An Ran finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"fine."

Zhou Cheng's younger sister had somehow gotten close to An Ran.

The little girl gently tugged at the corner of Anran's coat.

An Ran looked down at the little girl, then raised her hand and patted the top of the little girl's head.

Chen Zheng put away the paper strip and then took the half-finished transfer slip.

Ah Kun leaned closer to look.

"You're even researching this thing?"

"The words are almost completely dissolved."

"Why don't we use it to light cigarettes? Let's make use of it."

As soon as Ah Kun took out his lighter, Chen Zheng snatched the shipping manifest, flipped it over, and slowly heated it over the flame.

The back of the paper was originally blank, but as the heat rose, a very faint blue-gray writing gradually emerged on the surface.

An Ran raised her hand and pressed it against the edge of the table. Zhou Cheng was also stunned.

"The White Pagoda will be welcoming people the day after tomorrow."

"The lady personally verified it."

Upon seeing this, Ah Kun gasped.

"Holy crap."

"I thought this only happened in TV dramas!"

Chen Zheng then turned off the X-ray vision and put the paper down.

"The people on the White Tower are waiting for someone who can match the old records."

Upon hearing this, An Ran suddenly looked up.

"So, they might even be specifically targeting us?"