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

Inside the wooden shed, Chen Zheng flattened the section of moisture-proof film.

An Ran stood by the table, holding the identification tag in her hand.

She didn't say anything, and she seemed quite calm throughout, only her hands remained tightly clenched.

Ah Kun leaned closer, looked for a while, and then smacked his lips.

"This thing... Don't your predecessors find it hard to look at such clues?"

Chen Zheng ignored him, took the half of the transfer slip, and spread out the cloth bag left by the female doctor, as well as the warehouse location map at the bottom of the White Tower, and arranged them on the table in order.

"Stand back, don't drool on it."

Ah Kun wiped his mouth and chuckled.

"Boss Chen, what you're saying is a bit offensive. I may be poor, but I'm still hygienic."

After he finished speaking, he moved his face a little closer.

An Ran looked up at him directly.

"If you go any further, I'll pin you to the table and beat you up."

"Okay, okay, I'll back off." Ah Kun quickly took a step back, but his mouth still didn't stop, "But it seems that the beating I got last night wasn't for nothing."

Then, Chen Zheng picked up a pen and started sketching on the paper.

He connected all the known clues one by one.

All the clues slowly connected on the paper, eventually pointing to the same area.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Ah Kun scratched his head first, then squinted at the coordinates for a long time.

"This place..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly grabbed the wrapping paper from the table and started pointing it randomly to the south and north.

"No, this looks like it. No, it might be this way. Hey, wait a minute, that barren slope behind that dilapidated graveyard..."

An Ran's temples throbbed as she listened.

"If you can't read it, then shut up."

"I'm just warming up," Ah Kun said seriously. "Before a master makes his appearance, there always has to be some chaos first, otherwise it will seem too smooth."

Chen Zheng paused, looking up at him.

"Are you done warming up?"

Ah Kun stared at the set of coordinates, his smile slowly fading, and he stopped rambling.

"Baiwenpo".

An Ran looked up abruptly upon hearing this.

Chen Zheng's gaze also darkened.

Explain yourself.

Ah Kun stared at that spot for a couple of seconds, then swallowed hard.

"This place has been around for quite a while."

"The older generation calls it the old church hospital in Baiwenpo. It's not a big place, but it has a big reputation."

"In the beginning, it was said to be a place where Japan conducted human experiments. Later, it became a military medical point during the KMT's southward retreat. It was hidden very well and was used to keep the wounded alive."

"As for now, no one can say for sure who is using it or who is managing it."

"Anyway, many of them went there alive, but very few managed to bring back a message."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Zhou Cheng sat in the corner with his younger sister in his arms, his heart tightening as he listened.

The little girl didn't dare to say a word, and just tucked her hands back into her sleeves.

An Ran stared at the dots on the paper and took a deep breath.

"The old church hospital, the human laboratory, the medical station during the southward retreat..."

Chen Zheng has already reconnected those lines.

"The White Pagoda is not the end."

Ah Kun was stunned and looked up at him.

"what?"

Chen Zheng's expression remained calm.

"The White Pagoda is responsible for receiving people and changing hands."

"The real meeting place is probably in Baiwenpo."

An Ran's eyes suddenly turned cold.

She wasn't stupid to begin with; once she pieced together the clues, her mind worked faster than anyone else's.

"In other words, the White Pagoda was just a decoy; their real rear base was actually Baiwenpo."

"Yes," Chen Zheng continued, "The coordinates left by the female doctor weren't meant for us to turn back and keep watching the White Pagoda; they were meant for us to continue digging down along the old line."

"The snow line characters from back then were mostly used to investigate this entire system that has been left behind."

Ah Kun's eyebrows twitched as he listened.

"The complete system?"

Chen Zheng nodded.

"Human labs and military hospitals—the benefits they can bring are enormous."

"Twenty years have passed, and this system is probably not completely dead. On the contrary, it has borrowed the skin of the White Pagoda and is still operating."

Ah Kun couldn't help but hiss after hearing this.

"That's a bit scary."

"So, after all this commotion, it turns out they're just a bunch of people from the old world, still doing the things of the old world in the dark corners of the new world?"

Chen Zheng nodded again.

"Moreover, it is highly unlikely that it was only recently restarted. In the worst-case scenario, this system may never have disappeared at all."

An Ran didn't say anything.

She flipped the identification tag over and looked at it again, as if trying to glean something more from it.

Suddenly, she looked up and spoke.

"And what about the lady?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng drew a circle on the paper with his pen.

"When we heard the word 'Madam' before, we all assumed it referred to a specific person, but now it seems that's not necessarily the case."

Ah Kun was stunned.

"The meaning above."

"That means it's more like an identity designation than a single name," Chen Zheng said. "Du Kun reported to her, Holden was her contact, and the clues left by the female doctor pointed to her."

"The extent of their power is not something that can be achieved by one person alone, but rather by a group of people or a position that has been passed down for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Ah Kun blinked.

"These people are all referred to as 'Madam'?"

"Perhaps." Chen Zheng fell into deep thought again. "The human laboratory and the old military medical point were basically disguised as hospitals back then. So the word 'Madam' may not necessarily be an honorific title; it could be a code name."

The room fell silent again.

Once the clues are pieced together, many of the previously absurd points will now have a clear answer.

Holden's high-profile suitcase-carrying was just the outer smoke, while Duquesne's presence at the dock was a matter of guarding the gate.

The real core is not on the river, but in the old military medical station in the mountains.

An Ran stared at the three characters "Bai Wenpo" and suddenly spoke.

"Let's go now."

Chen Zheng didn't even look up.

"sit down."

Her brows furrowed immediately.

"If this drags on any longer, the other side might just withdraw completely."

"So, are you going there in this state to investigate the case, or to throw your life away?"

An Ran's face turned cold.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You almost crushed the ID tag with your hand."

Chen Zheng looked up at her, his tone quite displeased, "Your condition has been off ever since you learned about the snow line."

An Ran opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But Chen Zheng stood up directly and reached out to push the person backward.

"Treat the wound first."

"My hand is fine."

"arm."

An Ran then remembered that the wound on her forearm that had been scraped open by the sheet metal in the White Tower's bottom warehouse had not yet been re-bandaged, and the cuff was already showing a layer of dark red.

She had been gripping the identification tag the whole time, and hadn't even noticed the pain.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but before she could even take half a step back, Chen Zheng had already pulled out a chair and pressed her back down.

"Sit down."

"Chen Zheng".

"If you move again, I'll knock you out and then send you straight back to China."