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

The special bulletproof door, half a meter thick, was roughly torn open from the middle by someone's bare hands.

Soon, a huge hole appeared before the two of them.

The lady's fingers froze on the controller.

She was stunned when she saw the interior through the mask and the huge hole.

It was supposed to be a room from which there was no escape.

There were eight elite armed combat personnel inside, armed with new tactical weapons.

But now.

Those people lay sprawled in pools of blood.

Some bodies were twisted at bizarre angles, completely embedded in the wall behind them.

The place was a complete mess.

No one could make a sound.

"This... is impossible."

The lady's voice trembled continuously as she spoke through the voice changer.

Chen Zheng stepped slowly out of the hole, stepping over the wrecked equipment and corpses scattered on the ground.

He then raised his hand and casually patted the dust off his shoulder.

Upon seeing this, the woman quickly took half a step back and shouted, "Are you even human?!"

Chen Zheng completely ignored those words.

He glanced at what the other person was holding, then lightly tapped his toes on the metal floor.

He moved so fast that he left only a black shadow, covering a distance of five meters in one step, and instantly appeared right in front of the lady.

With a whoosh, his right leg suddenly swept upwards from below.

boom.

The lady's right forearm was bent into a strange right angle on the spot.

Before she could even scream, the controller in her hand was kicked into the air by the enormous force.

The controller tumbled through the air before slamming hard against the wall in the distance.

Then, Chen Zhengcai slowly withdrew his leg.

"You don't even know how to dodge a show, yet you're such a nice person."

The excruciating pain only then spread throughout the lady's brain.

But as someone who holds a high position here, her reaction speed is also very fast.

The lady didn't care about her crippled right hand at all and quickly pulled back to create distance.

At the same time, his intact left hand swiftly reached under the white lab coat and pulled out a large-caliber pistol.

The barrel of this gun is a full circle thicker than that of a regular pistol, clearly indicating that it has been modified for heavy firepower.

The two sides were less than four meters apart.

At this distance, there's no need to deliberately aim at this weapon.

Once the finger pulls the trigger, the immense power can cause terrible destruction.

The lady raised the gun and pointed it at Chen Zheng's chest.

Flames shot from the muzzle.

The deafening gunshots echoed through the enclosed central hall, making An Ran's eardrums tingle.

"Instructor."

She gasped in surprise.

Chen Zheng simply reached quickly to his waist with his right hand, pulled out the captured standard-issue pistol, and loaded it at the same time.

There was no time to aim.

Chen Zheng held the gun in one hand and pulled the trigger amidst the gunfire from the opposite side.

boom.

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

A blinding burst of sparks erupted in mid-air.

Two warheads, one large and one small.

They collided precisely in mid-air with tremendous kinetic energy.

The immense forces collided.

It looks terrible; the warhead was instantly crushed, melted, and deformed under high temperature.

Red-hot metal shavings scattered across the floor, leaving charred marks on the smooth tile surface.

The central hall was deathly silent.

Using a pistol, accurately intercept a bullet aimed at oneself within a distance of four meters.

The probability of this happening is almost as high as a comet hitting the Earth.

The large-caliber pistol in the lady's hand was still emitting blue smoke.

She stared intently at Chen Zheng through the white mask, even forgetting for a moment the pain of her broken arm.

"impossible."

"This is absolutely beyond the realm of humanity."

She muttered to herself, her tone gradually shifting from shock to fervor.

Then, the lady looked up at Chen Zheng, her eyes filled with greed.

"There really is such a body in this world."

"Perfect reflexes, dynamic vision and coordination abilities that cannot be explained by theory."

"I will definitely capture you alive!"

"Dissect your cerebral cortex."

"Examine every single muscle fiber in your body."

"You're ten thousand times more valuable than that A-07 that only knows how to resist!"

These words reached An Ran's ears without missing a single one.

She hadn't reacted at first, but when she heard that this crazy woman not only refused to surrender but also set her sights on Chen Zheng, she immediately became furious.

Who is Chen Zheng?

It was their instructors.

Who gave you the right to covet it, you pervert?

"I think you're tired of living."

For a moment, An Ran felt that even firing a gun wasn't enough to vent her anger.

She shoved her sidearm back into the tactical holster on her thigh, then pushed off with all her might, using the momentum of her sprint to lunge forward.

Chen Zheng didn't stop her, but simply moved half a body length to the side.

The lady was still in shock from what she had just witnessed, and with her right arm crippled and the recoil from the previous shot preventing her from adjusting the sights of her heavy pistol in time.

In the blink of an eye, An Ran was already close by.

She twisted her waist sharply, her spine moving her shoulders, and her shoulders transferring all the power to her right fist.

The punch was powerful and heavy, landing squarely on the lady's face.

A snap.

The smooth, white, faceless mask had a crack forcibly smashed open at the center of its brow.

The immense impact sent the woman tumbling backward, crashing heavily against the metal railing beside her.

Then it fell to the floor.

Then half of the tattered white mask slid down her cheek and fell onto the dusty ground.

The face hidden beneath the mask for twenty years.

Finally, it was completely exposed to the air and to the white light.

An Ran was still panting heavily after throwing the punch, her knuckles turning slightly red from the force.

She was just about to rush up, grab the other person by the collar, and kick them a few more times.

But when her gaze fell on the face of the woman on the ground, she couldn't help but freeze.

Although the face bears some traces of time, the features are still clear and three-dimensional.

Even though there was a tiny suture behind the other person's left ear, it looked quite unsettling.

But those familiar eyebrows and eyes, that high, straight nose.

All these characteristics combined left An Ran's mind blank.

That was the woman she dreamed of meeting again in the dead of night.

An Jianjun was the man whose soul was always with him. Every year during festivals, he would stroke his portrait and remember him. He did this for a full twenty years.

It was his own close relative who left clues in the old-fashioned cassette tape and was treated as experimental subject A-07 by Bai Wenpo.

An Ran's pupils contracted sharply, and her lips trembled so much that she couldn't utter a single word; only her rapid breathing echoed in the deathly silent central hall.

because.

Lying before her was that woman who was almost devoid of humanity.

She clearly has her mother's face!