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

When Anran opened the seventh room, there was an old woman with white hair lying inside.

Her wrists, neck, and ankles were covered with needle marks so densely that it was almost unbearable to look at.

The old man had his eyes open, and he was quite lucid.

Just as An Ran helped the old woman up, the identification buckle in her collar slipped out halfway again.

The old man's gaze was immediately drawn to her. He stared at An Ran's face in silence for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Number Seven...it was like this back then too..."

An Ran's movements involuntarily stopped.

"Have you seen her?"

The old man took a couple of breaths and slowly grasped An Ran's wrist with his fingers.

"She is...a very kind and strong woman."

She looked at the identification tag, then at An Ran's face, her eyes welling up with tears. "You and her, you really look alike..."

Anran stood there, about to say something.

At the end of the corridor, the light suddenly flickered.

The next second, all the lights went out.

Chen Zheng succeeded.

A static noise came from the intercom system, and the electronic locks on the ward doors popped open one by one.

Chen Zheng rushed out of the control room, glanced at his watch, and shouted, "Time's up!"

An Ran immediately came to her senses.

She helped the old woman up and handed her over to a man standing nearby.

"Go to the west auxiliary road; the lock there is broken. Go there and wait for us!"

The old man nodded.

"There is a debris ramp at the far west end that leads down to the west auxiliary road."

Chen Zheng also heard this.

Chen Zheng turned to look at the old man, but didn't ask any questions. He just turned his head slightly towards An Ran.

"Walk."

The two walked through the already loosening sanatorium area and headed straight for the easternmost side.

The cold storage sample room is at the very end.

Even before we got close to the door, a chill was already seeping out through the cracks.

Chen Zheng swiped the name tag of the deputy project leader onto the door, then pulled out a thin knife from his sleeve, reached into the door crack, and pushed the sensor tongue up.

The door slid open slowly.

Rows of iron boxes were neatly stacked inside.

Outside the metal box in the very middle of the first row, there is a yellowed label.

A-07.

Below the label, a new line of red text was added: "If there are related descendants, a retest can be initiated."

Chen Zheng reached out and took the metal box A-07 off.

As soon as the lid was opened, a blast of cold air hit my face.

There were no bone samples or photos inside.

There are only three things.

An old cassette tape, a small sealed blood sample, and a revised summary of the A-07 phase.

The cassette tape casing was badly worn, and the edges were old.

The label on the blood sample tube was yellowed, and the writing was somewhat faded.

That summary document was newly bound, with neat edges, clearly indicating that it had been reviewed repeatedly in recent years.

Chen Zheng opened the summary of the phase, glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help but frown.

In a corner of the cold storage, there is an old-fashioned VCR.

Anran walked over, inserted the cassette tape, and pressed play.

After two rustling sounds, a woman's hoarse voice rang out.

"If anyone sees this mark later, it means that the things I hid haven't been completely cleared away by them."

An Ran was stunned for a moment.

The sound from the recording continued to come through.

"Baiwenpo is a place full of sin."

"They've been screening samples for the CIA and conducting human trials here."

"They are no different from the Japanese devils of yesteryear."

Then, a sigh could be heard in the recording.

"If anyone hears this recording again, don't just look for who arrested me, look for who it is, and keep this record here."

The recording ended here.

An Ran stood there, her eyes already red.

This time, however, she controlled her emotions well, only clenching her fists.

Chen Zheng reached out and pressed the replay button.

An Ran looked up at Chen Zheng.

"What are you doing?"

"Listen to it again."

Chen Zheng stared at An Ran.

"Memorize this next sentence word for word."

The recording was played again.

An Ran stood still, and after listening, she repeated the sentence in a low voice.

"Don't just investigate who arrested me, investigate who has been keeping this place here all along."

As Chen Zheng listened, he had already flipped to the last few pages of the phase summary.

It was written clearly on the paper.

The final state of A-07 was an abnormal transfer, its destination was sealed, and it was sent to a higher-level external facility.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Zheng pulled out the key original documents and handed them directly to An Ran.

"All installed."

"Take all the audio tapes, blood samples, and original progress reports."

An Ran stuffed the things into her pocket and asked, "And what about you?"

"I'm going to the control room."

Chen Zheng plugged the tablet he had just copied from the control room into the data cable and said softly.

"I want to copy all the CIA interface evidence, and then hardcode this round of sample backups and core logs."

"We must get this evidence out of the country, and we cannot allow them to transfer this data."

"If this data still exists, even if Baiwenpo is destroyed, they are simply reborn in a different form."

An Ran nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

"I'll guard the goal."

Chen Zheng glanced at An Ran.

"Do not linger in battle."

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

The cold storage door was closed halfway again, leaving only a crack.

Anran stood behind the door, a gun pressed against her chest, the voice of her mother from the recording still ringing in her ears.

In her memory, her mother was always very gentle.

Both the content of his speech and his tone were quite kind.

But the mother's voice in the recording, though weak, was still full of strength and very firm.

In the control room, Chen Zheng acted swiftly.

He copied out all of these things in one go: the CIA interface page, the signature chain, the project approval chain, and the sample delivery records.

Then I switched to the hard drive array and changed the synchronization program of the daily log and the sample freezer to delayed overload.

The specific procedure is that the hard drive will report an error after three minutes.

Five minutes later, the freezer's index will be completely shuffled.

Eight minutes later, this round of backups will be completely lost, and no one will be able to take it all with them.

Just as Chen Zheng finished doing all this and was about to unplug the disk, the lights in the entire underground area suddenly started flashing.

The next second, the red light came on.

There were no sharp alarms, only low, unusual alerts that echoed repeatedly from the ceiling of the corridor.

"There is a localized abnormality in the second underground area; a sealing-off procedure is underway."

Chen Zheng couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

He then grabbed the tablet and the copied hard drive, turned around, and rushed towards the cold storage.

Outside the cold storage, the passageway was filled with red lights.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker came on from above.

It was a woman's voice.

"safely."

With just two words, An Ran's shoulders and back instantly straightened.

The woman's voice on the radio was unreadable.

"Put the original A-07 part back in your hand."

"You can take what your mother left behind if you want, but you have to leave it behind."

An Ran stared at the ceiling, her gaze gradually turning cold.

The voice continued.

"You are more complete than A-07."

"You are a better sample."