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

The lady's voice echoed in the dilapidated chapel, carrying a cold mockery.

"You can go down."

"But you have to choose first."

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical lock on the door clicked shut, completely silencing the conversation.

The atmosphere in the chapel, which had just been uplifted by An Ran's words, was instantly doused with ice water.

Panic spread again.

A young man's face was deathly pale, and his gaze unconsciously swept back and forth between Chen Zheng and An Ran.

"Someone has to stay..." His lips trembled. "Those two are the best fighters. If one of them stays, we'll have a chance..."

"Shut up!" another patient immediately yelled back. "They're here to save us! You're sending them to their deaths?"

"What else can we do? Stay here and wait to die?!"

Once the argument started, the team that had been painstakingly brought together was on the verge of falling apart again.

Just then.

A voice, still carrying a hint of childishness, yet exceptionally firm, rang out.

"I stayed."

Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction of the sound.

The little girl walked out of the crowd, barefoot, wearing an ill-fitting hospital gown.

She stood ramrod straight, looking up at the crowd.

"No need to choose them, I'll stay behind to cover the rear."

An Ran's breathing paused for a moment.

The old woman frowned, about to speak.

The little girl continued speaking.

"Go down there, those two are the only ones who can find the way down there."

"If we let any one of them stay, we will all die."

In the chapel, no one could immediately refute her.

An Ran looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

Before she could say anything, another, even smaller figure squeezed out from behind her and stood in front of the little girl.

It was that timid little boy who could barely speak properly.

He had been protected by the girl, but now he spread his arms and used his thin body to shield the little girl.

He didn't say anything, just glanced back at the little girl, and then stared intently ahead.

A silent gesture is more powerful than any words.

"That's right!"

Seeing this, the old woman stomped her foot and straightened up by leaning against the wall.

She scanned the patients who were still wavering, her voice hoarse yet full of strength.

"No one is going to die for anyone else!"

"We live for ourselves!"

"Everyone who can move, come over here and move the wood and stones to guard the well!"

"If they want to come in, they'll have to step over us!"

That shout finally gave the patients some confidence.

But two people were still terrified and instinctively tried to back away.

"But...but they have guns..."

The little girl stared at them, her eyes suddenly turning frighteningly cold.

"If you turn around, it won't be a gun anymore."

"It means going back to bed and waiting for them to use you for experiments."

The little boy next to him also mustered up his courage and gritted his teeth to add a sentence.

"I...I want to protect my older brothers and sisters, I want to protect everyone!"

Chen Zheng had originally planned to speak up and stay on his own.

But when he saw the look in the patients' eyes, he swallowed his words.

He paused for two seconds, then suddenly pulled out a captured pistol from his waist, stepped forward, and shoved it directly into the old woman's hand.

The old woman was stunned.

Chen Zheng didn't explain further.

Anran understood.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in her chest.

To be weak at this moment would be the greatest betrayal of this courage.

With that thought in mind, she turned to look at all the patients, her voice resolute.

"We're going down here to take the evidence out, to expose everything that's happening here!"

"Every second you spent guarding it up there was not wasted."

"You're not stalling for us; you're fighting for justice for yourselves and for all those who died here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the patients' expressions changed completely.

The middle-aged man threw away the stone in his hand and went straight to dismantle the rotten wooden podium next to him, breaking off a thick wooden stick.

Others followed suit.

People dismantled chairs, moved stones, and gathered everything that could be used as a weapon around the well.

Centered around the wellhead, they formed a fragile yet incredibly resolute defensive line.

boom!

The chapel door was slammed hard by a heavy object.

time is limited.

Chen Zheng and An Ran exchanged a glance and then stopped hesitating.

Chen Zheng slid down the iron ladder first, followed closely by An Ran.

Just as her figure was about to disappear into the well, the little girl suddenly rushed to the well and shouted with all her might.

"Come back alive!"

The little boy next to him also poked his head out, his eyes red, and shouted.

"I believe in you!"

Soon, An Ran's figure disappeared into the darkness.

The two descended the iron ladder quickly.

The sounds of banging on the door, the roars of the patients, and gunshots mingled together overhead and then gradually faded into the distance.

When their feet touched solid ground, a deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

next second.

In the pitch-black passage ahead, a heavy alloy door slid silently to the side.

Behind the door was not the darkness I had imagined, but a blinding white light.

Chen Zheng went in first, followed closely by An Ran.

This is Ward Zero.

The scene before us was somewhat eerie.

It is not a single laboratory structure, but a Frankenstein's monster consisting of the old church's underground structure and a completely new experimental area.

The wall on the left is made of old stone bricks from a hundred years ago, with faint outlines of religious murals still remaining on it.

On the right, there is a smooth white composite board panel, seamlessly spliced ​​together.

The dome overhead still retains the curve of the church, but where the chandeliers should have been, rows of white LED light strips are now embedded.

Old and new, sacred and blasphemous, religion and science.

"Here..." An Ran gripped the gun, swallowing hard.

"Hmm, I guess it's Ward Zero." Chen Zheng's tone remained calm as his eyes quickly scanned every corner.

The two walked along the strange corridor.

They passed several empty quarantine rooms.

The door was made of thick tempered glass, with foreign language numbers and faded warning signs on it.

You can see inside through the glass.

A broken old restraint strap lay in the corner. On one wall, Hai had drawn height markings with different colored pens, along with dates and numbers.

The highest line only reaches an adult's waist.

On the other side of the room, a half-abandoned data screen was still flickering faintly.

The scrolling vital signs data above had long since returned to zero.

All of this is telling a story in silence.

The evil here is not a recent occurrence, but a systemic atrocity that has continued for many years without interruption.