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

An Ran tightened her grip on the waterproof bag.

The patients heard it too.

The old woman's face turned very pale.

The middle-aged man hugged the little girl tightly and subconsciously took a half step back.

The people who had just been released exchanged glances, their eyes filled with conflict.

The broadcast continued.

"Your mother made the same choice back then."

"She chose to rebel, and you saw the result."

"And you?"

An Ran's breathing became heavier and heavier, and she felt a tightness in her chest.

The recordings of her mother, life and death, and these patients all put immense pressure on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

She was almost about to take that step.

Snapped.

A hand patted her shoulder.

Chen Zheng stood beside her, not looking at her, his gaze fixed on the depths of the corridor.

"She guessed your reaction."

An Ran was a little confused: "What?"

"She knows you'll be soft-hearted, knows you'll hesitate because of these people, and knows you'll waver because of your mother's situation."

"That's why she kept talking and constantly using psychological manipulation on you."

As he spoke, Chen Zheng turned his head to look at An Ran, "But she overlooked one thing."

"What?"

"I."

After saying that, Chen Zheng raised his gun and fired two shots in quick succession toward the right side of the corridor.

Two bullets accurately struck the two built-in speakers at the corner of the corridor, shards flew, and the woman's voice could be heard again.

This time, the entire corridor was quiet.

An Ran was jolted back to her senses by the gunshot, and her grip on the waterproof bag finally loosened a little.

Chen Zheng put the gun away and said in a low voice, "She'll change the channel and keep talking, but a few minutes is enough."

As he spoke, he turned to the old woman.

"How do I get to Ward Zero?"

The old woman paused for a moment, then said, "There's the ruins of an old chapel on the far west side of this floor, and beneath the floor is a transfer well."

"It used to be a direct route from the church to the underground. The entrance to Ward Zero was nearby."

"But no one has walked that road for a long time, and I'm not sure if it's still passable now."

Chen Zheng nodded and then asked, "How long have you been here?"

The old woman gave a wry smile: "I can't remember."

"Number Seven wasn't just focused on escaping back then," she suddenly added, her gaze falling on the identification tag hanging from the rope on An Ran's chest. "She was always looking for Ward Zero, and that's the information she gave me."

Upon hearing this, An Ran clenched her fist again.

I never imagined that I would still be being taken care of by my mother to this day.

Chen Zheng didn't ask any further questions because there wasn't enough time.

The footsteps in the maintenance passage on the right were getting closer.

Just then, a faint voice came from behind the crowd.

"I know how to block the people behind me."

Everyone was stunned.

The one speaking was the little girl.

She broke free from the middle-aged man's embrace and stood on the ground, still wearing a hospital gown, barefoot, with thin wrists.

The little girl pointed to the open hospital room doors on both sides of the corridor.

"There are hospital beds inside, and the wheels can be locked."

Then, pointing to the corner of the corridor, he said, "That corner is very narrow. If the two beds are placed diagonally opposite each other, they won't be able to get through."

An Ran looked at her, speechless for a moment.

The little girl had been huddled in the corner of the bed and barely made a sound when she was lifted off the bed.

But now she stands there, her voice still a little childish, yet she speaks fluently, unlike a child.

Chen Zheng glanced at her, then turned to An Ran.

"About twenty seconds left."

An Ran immediately realized what was happening and bent down to look at the little girl.

Are you sure?

The little girl nodded, her expression very serious: "I've lived here for a long time."

Upon hearing this, An Ran took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng had already made his judgment.

"I'll block the maintenance access road. You take the men and go through the gate on the west auxiliary road first."

As he spoke, he tightened the straps of the waterproof bag and hung it on An Ran's shoulder.

"These things can't be lost."

An Ran caught it and nodded firmly.

"You can't lose it either."

Chen Zheng didn't respond to that, and turned to walk towards the maintenance passage.

He took two steps, then stopped and said something without turning his head.

"I'll meet you at the West Auxiliary Road in three minutes. If it takes more than three minutes, you and your men can leave first."

An Ran bit her lip and didn't respond.

She knew she should say "okay," but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.

Chen Zheng disappeared around the corner of the corridor without waiting for her reply.

An Ran turned to face the group of patients and took a deep breath.

"Those who can walk, follow me; those who can't, help each other."

"The gate on the West Auxiliary Road is still falling down; we must get there now."

The old woman was the first to move. She straightened up by leaning against the wall and shouted at the few people next to her who were still in a daze.

"Did you hear me? Let's go!"

The crowd then began to move towards the west auxiliary road.

The little girl didn't follow. Instead, she turned around and crawled into the nearest ward, grabbed the bed railing with both hands, and pushed herself out with all her might.

The bed was heavy, and she pushed it until her face turned red, her feet slipping on the smooth floor.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then turned back to help.

The two of them pushed the first bed to the corner of the corridor.

The little girl squatted down, locked the front wheel with a click, and then ran to the other side to lock the rear wheel.

"One more." She looked up at the middle-aged man. "Slant it, but don't let it cross over to this one."

The middle-aged man did as instructed.

The second bed was pushed over, forming a V-shape with the first one, and was tightly wedged into the narrowest part of the corner.

The little girl checked everything over, then dragged an IV stand out of the ward and inserted it horizontally into the gap between the two beds.

"That way, even if they move the bed, they'll have to pull out the frame first, which will buy them a few extra seconds."

An Ran had already led most of the people to the entrance of the West Auxiliary Road.

The iron gate was still descending, with only about 60 centimeters left to the ground at the bottom.

"Lie down and go through them one by one!" An Ran shouted.

The old woman was the first to lie down, her body pressed against the ground as she crawled under the door.

She was old and moved slowly, so Anran took her hand from the other side and pulled her over.

The second one, the third one, they crawled down one by one.

A man with an IV drip was so weak that he collapsed halfway down the door and couldn't move, his body stuck under the door.

An Ran grabbed his collar, braced her feet against the door frame, and pulled him out of the situation.

The bottom of the iron gate was less than forty centimeters from the ground.

The little girl ran over last; being small, she slid over with a quick movement.

Anran was the last one.

She lay on her side, the edge of the iron gate almost pressing down on her back.

Just as I slid off, a heavy thud came from behind me.

The door opened to the ground.

The West Auxiliary Road was completely blocked.

An Ran lay on the ground catching her breath, then sat up and the first thing she did was touch the waterproof bag on her shoulder.

Still.

She glanced at her watch again.

One minute and forty seconds.

Of the three minutes Chen Zheng mentioned, there is still one minute and twenty seconds left.