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

Anran stared at the tallest height mark on the wall and clenched her fist.

Chen Zheng didn't turn around, but simply said something.

"Don't stop, she's waiting for us."

An Ran suddenly came to her senses, took a deep breath, and quickly followed.

At the end of the corridor is a small, circular central hall.

A person was standing in front of the central hall.

A woman wearing a pure white lab coat and a smooth white mask.

The mask has no facial features, only a few small holes.

She stood there quietly, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

An Ran's gun was instantly pointed at her.

"lady?"

The woman behind the mask did not answer, but simply tilted her head slightly.

After a moment, she slowly spoke, her voice coming through the voice changer inside the mask.

"Welcome to Ward Zero."

Or rather, welcome home, and be at ease.

An Ran's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chen Zheng stepped forward and stood silently in front of her, looking calmly at the woman.

"I've kept you waiting."

"Not long," the lady chuckled. "Twenty years isn't a long time to witness the maturation of a perfect sample."

Instead of rushing to do it, she extended her hand and made a "please" gesture.

"Since you're here, come with me."

"I think you must be very curious about this place."

She turned and led the way down a passageway on the side of the central hall, seemingly unconcerned that the two men would shoot her from behind.

An Ran looked at Chen Zheng with some confusion.

Chen Zheng nodded slightly, indicating that he should follow.

Since this woman dared to show herself, it means she must have control over everything here.

Instead of forcing your way in, it's better to observe first and see what she's up to.

The two men followed slowly behind the lady, maintaining a certain distance.

"What you see up there is just screening and initial processing," the lady explained as they walked. "But this is where our real core is."

As she spoke, she pointed to an old prayer room that had been converted into an observation room.

"Here, our team has achieved a major breakthrough in neurotransmitter transmission efficiency for the first time."

"If we're going to pinpoint the exact cost, it's only about thirty people."

She then pointed to an old storage room that had been converted into a surgical preparation room.

"There, we verified just how long allogeneic tissues can survive under extreme rejection reactions."

"What you perceive as cruelty is precisely the price of medical progress."

"Without the deaths of those people, where would the data come from? Where would the progress come from?"

An Ran gritted her teeth as she listened, almost unable to resist firing her gun.

The lady seemed to sense her anger, stopped and turned around.

"Your mother, A-07, she didn't understand it either back then."

"But she is far more valuable than you."

"She didn't really disappear from here. She left behind... more than just a file, a recording, and a rebellious daughter."

Chen Zheng's gaze remained fixed on his wife.

There's something wrong with this woman.

She wore a mask, and her neck was completely covered by a high-necked lab coat.

When walking, the pace is quite even, but the feeling it gives is... well...

Is it a bit laggy?

It's like not being used to this body.

Most importantly, when Chen Zheng observed her from the side, he saw an extremely thin suture at the base of her left ear.

With his knowledge of prosthetics, he could tell at a glance that it was not a scar, but a stitch.

"Don't be fooled by people's faces, be at peace." The lady suddenly said something inexplicable again, "A face is just a vessel."

"What matters is what's inside the container; that's what's truly valuable."

After saying that, she turned around and led the two to the entrance of a huge circular central hall.

"Alright, that concludes the tour."

"You want to know Lin Liangyu's final fate, and where she was ultimately taken by her luck."

"The answer lies behind this door."

"Come in, let's have a proper talk."

The floor of the central hall is a huge circular metal plate, and overhead is a corresponding dome structure.

Behind the central hall, through a layer of bulletproof glass, rows of server indicator lights can be vaguely seen flashing.

That place is the core control area of ​​Baiwenpo, and also the physical port of the general archives.

If we don't go, we won't get the key evidence.

Going in means stepping into the opponent's home turf.

Chen Zheng thought for only a second before glancing at An Ran and silently mouthing two words.

Trust me.

Then, he took a step and, with Anran in tow, stepped into the circular central hall.

The moment they stepped into the central area of ​​the hall.

The surrounding lights suddenly went out.

A heavy mechanical winch sounded from overhead.

An Ran suddenly looked up.

The massive dome overhead split open, and a heavy iron plate, half a meter thick, crashed down with tremendous force!

boom!

The iron plate slammed heavily onto the ground, creating a shockwave.

It landed right between Chen Zheng and An Ran, separating the two of them.

An Ran was kept outside, while Chen Zheng was locked up alone inside the central hall.

"Chen Zheng!" An Ran roared, raising her hand to smash the iron plate.

But before she could make a move, a security door disguised as a wall silently slid open from the inside of the central hall.

A team of at least eight fully armed foreign combatants poured out from behind the door.

They were well-equipped and their tactical movements were extremely precise. The red dots on the laser sights of their assault rifles instantly focused on Chen Zheng.

Outside the iron walls, An Ran's space is more like a conversation room.

Directly in front of her was a huge observation screen, and next to it was a control console that was glowing blue.

Inside the iron walls, the area where Chen Zheng was trapped resembled a narrow arena, with several equipment boxes and half-person-high riot shields scattered on the ground.

The foreign fighters did not immediately rush up and start firing indiscriminately.

They quickly dispersed, forming a semi-circular encirclement, their gun barrels locked firmly on Chen Zheng, their movements revealing a high degree of professionalism and vigilance.

Their orders were clearly to prioritize stalling the man.

At the same time, they also learned through surveillance footage just how troublesome this seemingly ordinary man was.

With more than a dozen guns pointed at him, Chen Zheng simply shrugged, seemingly bored.

The two gunshot wounds on his body had mostly healed, but the blood had soaked through his combat uniform and stuck to his skin, making him feel uncomfortable.

But his expression didn't change at all; he even moved his neck slightly.

The next second, he deactivated the Ascension Steps.

An invisible burden was quietly lifted off him.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a slight ripple in the air around him.

The shackles that had been holding him down were removed, and a sense of relief instantly spread throughout his body.