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

There are many things about what happened twenty years ago, not that people don't know them, but that no one wants to bring them up again.

We can't investigate. What if they find something?

But now, An Ran is clearly already caught up in it.

An Jianjun closed his eyes and sighed painfully.

"Back then... I couldn't protect her mother."

"If we had been even half a step slower this time, An Ran would have ended up there too."

The air in the office suddenly tightened.

Yang Guohua is the political commissar; he is principled and follows procedures.

But once he said that, he could no longer use procedures as an excuse.

An Jianjun was truly afraid.

I fear that if I failed to hold onto my beloved twenty years ago, I might have to sacrifice another close relative twenty years later.

Yang Guohua rubbed his temples.

"How do you want to report this?"

An Jianjun did not hesitate for a moment.

"Reporting to a higher level without authorization."

Yang Guohua's expression changed instantly.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." An Jianjun quickly organized the materials and stuffed them into a confidential document bag. "Going up the hierarchy would mean at least one more person involved, and I can't wait that long."

"You can't just bypass the proper channels like that." Yang Guohua also stood up. "You need to think this through. Once the materials are sent directly up, the nature of the situation changes."

"If it gets to that point, the military region might not be able to control it. If the higher-ups really take this seriously, neither you nor I will be able to handle it!"

An Jianjun paused for a moment.

He had considered this possibility.

But it only lasted for a second.

"It still needs to be reported."

"Build an army."

"I know what you're worried about." An Jianjun looked up, his eyes quite firm. "You're afraid that old cases will be unearthed, and that a whole string of people will be implicated."

Yang Guohua did not deny it.

An Jianjun sealed the document bag tightly and clenched his fist.

"I reported the matter to a higher level not to shirk responsibility, nor to leave myself a way out."

"I'm just afraid that if I delay any longer, my daughter..."

Before he could finish speaking, he picked up the file bag and strode out.

Yang Guohua stood there, watching that figure's back, his expression changing several times, before finally grabbing his ID and following him out.

"Wait for me!"

The confidential hotline room is located at the innermost part of the office building.

Two doors, two verifications. Seeing An Jianjun's unpleasant expression, the duty officer didn't dare to ask a single question and immediately stood up to give up his seat.

The template for the official confidential telegram was extracted, and the request to access the old files was submitted along with it.

An Jianjun's hand was very steady as he laid out the paper and put the pen down.

Only Yang Guohua knew that this stability was achieved through sheer grit.

The keywords were filled in, one level at a time.

Finally, there was a supplementary note, which An Jianjun personally wrote at the end.

"Reconnaissance personnel have approached the core node; please make a decision immediately!"

Yang Guohua read it but didn't stop him.

At this point, there's no point in stopping them.

After the document was sent out, only the soft hum of the machines remained in the dedicated line room.

An Jianjun stood motionless by the table.

After looking at it for a long time, Yang Guohua finally said, "If the higher-ups really take this seriously, what are you going to do?"

An Jianjun remained silent for a moment.

"Then I need to bring the person back first."

Do you think she'll listen to you?

"You have to listen, whether you want to or not."

That's what they say, but everyone knows that if An Ran really gets stubborn, even orders might not be able to control her.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

The officer on duty strode in, holding a receipt, his expression clearly changed.

"Sir, the materials have been transferred to the central command."

"The authorities have requested the reissue of the original old file numbers, as well as historical records related to the snow line that have been sealed off."

Yang Guohua took the receipt, glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "It seems that someone has stepped in."

One hour later.

A higher-privilege dedicated line has been connected.

There were only three people in the room.

An Jianjun stood at attention and reported, giving a full account of the situation at the border, including Chen Zheng's progress and An Ran's discovery.

After I finished speaking, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, there was only one sentence.

"Retrieve the old file, I'll send someone over."

A few moments later, at 2:30 a.m., a confidential archive room was temporarily opened with the arrival of a man.

Files were pulled out of the metal cabinet and placed on the long table.

The man sat behind the table, his sleeves rolled up, flipping through the files slowly but almost without stopping.

An Jianjun and Yang Guohua stood to the side, neither of them saying a word.

After a long while, the man finally closed an old book, looked up, and asked a question.

"Where has Chen Zheng found out so far?"

An Jianjun quickly replied.

"The White Pagoda and the snow line have been located. With his abilities, he can reach Baiwenpo in another half day."

The man muttered to himself.

"What they mean is, it's too fast."

Yang Guohua's heart sank.

The man glanced at the old file again and spoke calmly once more.

"The issues here are very complex, involving many old forces."

An Jianjun asked tentatively, "Is it related to the defeated group?"

The man looked up.

"It's not just about them, it's about them."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Yang Guohua finally realized that he hadn't worried enough.

This case dates back a long time.

The man sighed and pushed the file forward.

"We can't do anything about what's happening over there yet."

An Jianjun's heart tightened involuntarily.

"Chen Zheng is already inside. If we can add him to the team and give him more access now, we might be able to uncover the truth!"

The man looked at him, his gaze calm, yet carrying immense pressure.

"I have no doubt about Chen Zheng's abilities."

"But this matter cannot be discussed now."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guohua instinctively straightened his back.

The man continued, "This kid investigated too quickly. If you gave him another half day, he would have uncovered everything."

An Jianjun couldn't help but clench his teeth.

"We can't just stop here."

"It's not that the case is closed, it's that it's paused." The man closed the file, his voice completely flat. "Bring the person back first, seal off the clues, and keep the area quiet."

An Jianjun stood there, feeling somewhat relieved, but also overwhelmed with sadness.

The good news is that Anran can finally return safely and continue living her peaceful life as before.

Sadly, no one dares to make any rash moves in this matter.

The death of one's beloved is destined to be buried for eternity.

Yang Guohua glanced at him, then asked, "Sir, what's the follow-up?"

The second-in-command looks up.

"I'll keep an eye on things after this."

He paused for a second, then added, "Bring the person back first."

The urgent telegram was quickly drafted, using very concise wording.

"Withdraw immediately and seal off existing leads."

"Cease all external reconnaissance. Chen Zheng must immediately disengage and be brought back safely."

When the telegram was printed out, the dedicated line room was eerily quiet.

An Jianjun stared at the paper for a long time without moving it.

Yang Guohua said in a low voice, "The order has been given, you can rest assured now."

Upon hearing this, An Jianjun said nothing, only sighed.

Then, he picked up the order receipt and turned to walk towards the terminal.

The on-duty communications officer has already set up the encrypted link.

"Sir, confirm delivery?"

An Jianjun stared at the line of target numbers and said through gritted teeth.

"send!"