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

A few hours earlier, An Ran might have yelled back with red eyes, saying that retreating now would mean death, and would have been eager to pull everyone forward.

But not now.

She simply turned around slowly, her gaze sweeping over each patient.

"Surrender is absolutely not the way to survive!"

The group of people were stunned for a moment.

An Ran continued.

My mother left me a message.

As she said this, she couldn't help but swallow, and tears almost welled up in her eyes again, but she managed to hold them back.

"Baiwenpo never lets go of anyone who has seen this place."

Of course, she made that up, but at this point, making things up was obviously very important.

Then, she repeated the words from the recording, word by word.

"Don't just investigate who arrested her, investigate who has been allowing this place to exist."

The chapel fell completely silent.

These few words contained no crying or cursing, and were not even heavily embellished.

But precisely because of this, everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

This is a strong sense of responsibility.

An Ran looked at everyone and spoke softly as before.

"Do you think they'll let you leave alive if you turn back and surrender?"

"Won't."

"Having seen this floor, the ward, and the people in the transfer well, the best way to deal with them is never to let them go."

"Going down might be a gamble with your life."

"Turning back is like sending your life back."

"I won't give you pep talks, nor will I say you're guaranteed to survive."

"Now there are only two paths."

"Follow me, let's give it our all."

"Or stay here and wait for them to tie you back to the bed."

There is no third option.

After these words were spoken, no one in the chapel immediately spoke again.

Because what she said was true.

The old woman then slowly straightened up a bit and added a more crucial sentence.

"I've seen people who were taken down from Ward Zero."

"None of those who came back were normal."

"Some of them don't even look like human beings anymore."

Those who were initially hesitant turned pale upon hearing this.

That false hope of surrendering was completely dispelled by her words.

The little girl stood to the side, quietly tugged at the little boy who was even weaker than her, and whispered.

"When you go down, don't walk directly under the light; the edges are darker."

"Also, don't look up when you turn, or your face will be caught on camera."

The little boy nodded blankly.

The little girl paused, then added with a straight face.

"Don't die before me, it's too much trouble."

These incredibly awkward words almost made a patient next to him burst out laughing.

The atmosphere finally relaxed a bit.

Chen Zheng remained standing beside the iron cover, not interfering much in the internal disputes among the patients.

An Ran knew that he was relinquishing the decision-making power to her.

He pressed his hand against the iron ladder by the well, but his ears were constantly listening for any sounds outside.

Since being shot, his senses have become noticeably sharper.

The footsteps outside the chapel, the distant broadcasts, and even the slightest thud of the metal door hinges could not escape their notice.

He suddenly looked up and saw the broken window frames and dilapidated doors above the chapel.

An Ran noticed it immediately.

"Is a fight about to break out outside?"

Chen Zheng hummed in agreement.

"Soon."

Just then, the loudspeaker above our heads started playing again.

With two crackling sounds, the lady's voice came again.

Unlike before.

This time, she didn't call out to An Ran first. Her tone carried a clear hint of interest and disdain, as if she had finally found a target worthy of her serious attention.

"Chen Zheng".

The people in the chapel immediately tensed up.

The lady spoke slowly.

"I originally thought you were just a slightly troublesome guard."

"But now it seems that it's more than that."

"What exactly are you?"

An Ran's face turned cold, and she subconsciously looked up to find the source of the broadcast.

Chen Zheng didn't reply, not even lifting his eyelids.

In situations like this, it's indeed very easy to retort with a harsh remark.

However, judging from what she said to An Ran before, this lady probably knows psychology.

Once you reply, the other person can analyze your psychology from your words and tone.

Not replying makes it harder for the other party to guess what's going on.

Sure enough, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the broadcast.

He was clearly annoyed by this disregard.

Chen Zheng simply bent down slightly to test the weight-bearing capacity of the iron ladder, and then casually tore off a piece of fabric that had been torn by a bullet from his tactical vest.

During the movement, a deformed bullet fell out from the interlayer.

An Ran's gaze was immediately drawn to it.

She bent down to pick up the bullet and was immediately stunned.

The bullet was deflated, and the edges were visibly deformed.

This shows that it did hit the target, and that it was indeed withstood by something much harder.

The bullet did hit, but it didn't penetrate.

She looked up at Chen Zheng and couldn't help but swallow.

"you……"

Chen Zheng glanced at it but didn't care at all.

"Keep it as a souvenir if you like."

An Ran was almost speechless after hearing that sentence.

This person is absolutely outrageous.

But precisely because of this absurdity, the breath she had been holding onto actually calmed down somewhat.

At least, she's more certain of one thing now.

The lady seemed to have brilliant strategies, but in reality, she overlooked many things.

The biggest loophole lies with Chen Zheng.

The female voice on the radio rang out again, with a hint of a half-smile.

"What you are walking now is the path she didn't finish walking back then."

An Ran's eyes narrowed suddenly.

she?

mother.

The broadcaster didn't explain further, deliberately leaving the question open for them to ponder.

But this time, An Ran wasn't dragged along.

She simply gripped the deformed warhead tightly, looked up at the crowd, and spoke with a very decisive tone.

"In two batches."

"Place the ones you can place yourself first."

"Those who can still move are responsible for transferring the more seriously injured."

"After you go down, stay close to the well wall and don't block it."

"If someone falls behind, someone nearby should lend a hand, but don't let everyone get stuck here."

The old woman was the first to nod.

"Listen to her!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and first put the little girl down by the well.

The little girl didn't get down immediately. Instead, she reached out to help the patient who had been running a fever, and then tugged at his sleeve to pull it into a darker area.

"Don't stand in such bright light, you're too conspicuous."

Chen Zheng stood guard beside the well, ready to deal with any trouble that might fall from above.

Anran, on the other hand, maintained the order on the other side, lowering people down one by one.

The chapel was briefly busy but orderly.

But just as the first group of people were preparing to move down the iron ladder into the well...

boom!

The two dilapidated doors on the outside of the chapel suddenly shook at the same time.

Immediately following was the sound of two mechanical bolts locking simultaneously from both sides.

Click, click.

The sound of metal locking could be heard from somewhere overhead.

It seemed as if the entire outer layer of the chapel had been locked up by some kind of device at that moment.

Everyone's expression changed.

An Ran suddenly looked up.

The next second, the lady's voice came through the radio again, clearer and more composed than before.

"You can go down."

"But you have to choose first."

"Whoever stays up there will buy time for the others."