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

Soon, the patrol team's footsteps disappeared into the depths of the sewage ditch.

An Ran was still squatting by the wall, staring at the old carving, her eyes red and her whole body trembling violently.

Chen Zheng didn't speak or offer any comfort; he simply reached out and pressed down on the back of An Ran's neck.

The latter clenched his teeth so tightly that they clicked, and it took several seconds before he could finally suppress his breathing.

She took a deep breath and vigorously wiped her face.

"I'm fine."

Chen Zheng released her hand, not bothering to comment on whether she was alright, and turned to walk directly towards the iron gate behind the artificial hill.

He took the LC-7 access card out of his tactical vest and stuck it on the biometric panel.

The panel flashed a blue light.

No response.

Chen Zheng frowned and pried open the outer casing of the panel.

The wiring inside made him pause for half a second.

The outer layer is crudely welded and modified locally, using low-end components circulating in the Southeast Asian black market.

But the kernels are completely different.

The circuit board layout is very precise, and the chip packaging method is also very special; they are all high-level laboratory-grade products.

Something of this caliber would make even a keyboard fall silent for a moment.

But that didn't stump him.

Chen Zheng reattached the pass card and, at the same time, gently short-circuited two contacts on the core chip with the tip of his knife.

With a click, the iron gate opened.

An Ran had already stood behind him, holding the gun in her hand.

The two exchanged a glance, and Chen Zheng pushed open the door first, followed An Ran inside.

The passageway behind the door is completely different from the outside.

The first half still resembled the old sewage duct, with blackened brick walls and water dripping from the pipes overhead.

Several reliefs on the wall have been scraped off, leaving only blurry outlines.

But after walking less than twenty meters, the scene changed abruptly.

At the end of the road was a sealed door.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a cold white light shone through.

An Ran subconsciously narrowed her eyes.

Behind the door was a brand new corridor.

White sealed wall panels, seamless flooring, and LED light strips embedded overhead.

The musty smell in the air had completely disappeared, replaced by a strong smell of disinfectant.

On the left is an old brick wall from decades ago, and on the right is a recently installed air purification door.

This patchwork feels very unnatural.

It's as if everything here has just changed its appearance, but its essence hasn't changed.

Chen Zheng walked ahead, his steps extremely light.

An Ran followed behind, her gun barrel lowered, her eyes constantly scanning both sides of the corridor.

After walking about thirty meters, the sound of wheels rolling suddenly came from around the corner ahead.

Chen Zheng raised his hand, and An Ran immediately stopped.

The two pressed themselves against the wall, holding their breath.

Two people in white overalls appeared around the corner, pushing a metal bed.

A young woman was lying on the bed.

His eyes were half-closed and half-open, with dilated pupils, clearly indicating that he had been calmed down.

She had a numbered wristband with a few words printed on it.

Bloodline retesting group.

Upon seeing this, An Ran instinctively wanted to rush forward.

Chen Zheng grabbed her shoulder.

"Don't rush."

An Ran gritted her teeth, her body stiffening for two seconds before she forcefully suppressed the impulse.

Her eyes were fixed on the bed.

This place is not just an old case site or a contact point, but a living laboratory that is still in operation!

Two men in white pushed the bed around the corner. The wind lifted the hem of one of their clothes slightly, revealing a gun handle.

When Chen Zheng and the others reached the side door and were closest to it, he suddenly darted out from behind the wall.

He grabbed the man in front of him by the throat with his left hand and slammed him against the wall, while simultaneously thrusting his right knee into the man behind him in the lower back.

Two muffled thuds.

In less than three seconds, both of them collapsed to the ground, without even having a chance to utter a sound.

An Ran stepped forward, quickly took the work badge from one of the men's chests, and pulled a tablet from the other man's hand.

The tablet screen was still lit up, displaying an internal transit order.

An Ran glanced at it, and her fingers froze.

In the very center of the transit slip, there was a line of text written in bold.

"The old sample A-07 data was retrieved and personally reviewed by the wife."

A-07.

When An Ran saw this line, her fingers began to tremble for some reason.

Her subconscious told her that this was a rather dangerous number.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng simply put away the tablet and bent down to search the two men in white again.

After searching, he straightened up and glanced at An Ran.

"Walk."

An Ran gripped her gun tightly and followed.

Just then, a system panel suddenly popped up in front of Chen Zheng's eyes.

[All task trigger conditions have been met]

[Team member Anran's exclusive long-term main quest begins: Snowline Embers]

[Phase 1: Retrieve Anran's Mother's Experimental Files]

[Reward: Physical Strength x3, Temporary Enhancement of Danger Perception]

Phase Two: Destroy the Baiwenpo underground experimental zone and rescue the key survivors.

[Reward: Physical Strength x5, one random recovery reward]

Phase Three: Destroying CIA Liaison Points in Southeast Asia

[Reward: Physical Strength x10.]

Phase Four: Destroy the CIA

[Final Reward: Physical Strength x50]

Chen Zheng stared at the line of words, his face expressionless, but his heart sank.

The system has never given a task with this kind of scope before.

From an underground laboratory to the destruction of an intelligence agency.

This isn't just investigating a case; it's about confronting the massive intelligence agency of a superpower head-on.

An Ran, walking beside him, noticed that he had slowed down a beat and immediately asked him a question.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Zheng shoved the tablet into his tactical vest, his tone still seemingly indifferent.

"I've just decided that the trouble is bigger than I thought."

How big?

"Enough to make us die without a burial place if we're not careful."

Upon hearing this, An Ran chuckled.

"That means it's the same as it is now."

Chen Zheng didn't say anything more and quickened his pace.

The two continued walking deeper into the purification corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a transit archive room.

The door was unlocked, and there was only one person on duty inside, with his back to the door and typing on the computer.

Chen Zheng took two steps forward and struck the man on the back of the neck, causing the man to faint and fall into a chair.

The archives room is small, with a row of metal cabinets against the wall, and classification labels on the cabinet doors.

There's also an electronic scheduling screen hanging on the wall, constantly updating.

An Ran looked up and her gaze was immediately drawn to the latest line of text.

"File A-07, to be sent to the incineration room for review in ten minutes."

She instinctively clenched her fists and looked up, ready to rush out.

Chen Zheng was one step ahead of her, having already circled the direction of the incineration room on the floor plan next to the scheduling screen.

He whispered only one sentence.

"Let's go, before it gets burned."

……

The incineration chamber is located on the easternmost side of the second basement level.

The two left the transfer archives room and made their way down the corridor.

The lighting along this stretch of road is dimmer than outside, and there's a surveillance camera every few meters overhead.

Chen Zheng didn't dismantle it; he just walked along the blind spot of the probe.

An Ran followed closely, her steps almost in sync with his.