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

The air smelled of blood and disinfectant.

The light illuminated the face on the ground with perfect clarity.

An Ran stood there, as if she were nailed to the spot.

Her mind went blank, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes glazed over.

He forgot to raise the gun in his hand again.

That face.

It's a yellowed face from an old photograph.

It was the face that her father, An Jianjun, had been talking about for twenty years.

It was that blurry yet warm face from my dream.

Lin Liangyu.

Her mother.

How could that be?

How could it be her?

An Ran's mind was in complete chaos.

Vague childhood memories, a hoarse yet resolute voice from a cassette tape, and the woman before me, a woman rife with sin.

The images of the three figures intertwined wildly, tearing at her nerves.

Just then, the lady lying on the ground moved.

She propped herself up on the ground and slowly sat up, her right arm twisted at an odd angle, but there was no pain on her face.

She looked up at An Ran.

Then, with that face that belonged to Lin Liangyu, he revealed an incongruous smile.

"What's wrong?"

"My dear daughter, don't you recognize your mother?"

The voice was cold, hoarse, and tinged with mockery.

But that face, that mouth, clearly showed the look Anran had been longing for day and night.

This feeling made her stomach churn, and she almost vomited.

She no longer knew whether she hoped what she was seeing was real or fake.

But she also knew that it must be fake.

She wanted to rush up to confirm, but she was also disgusted and only wanted to kill the other person immediately.

"Who...who are you?" An Ran's voice trembled involuntarily.

The lady's smile deepened.

She seemed to be enjoying Anran's pain and struggle at this moment.

Just as she was about to say something more...

Chen Zheng made a move.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and kicked the heavy pistol that had fallen beside the lady.

The pistol spun out and crashed into a wall in the distance, shattering into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zheng grabbed her intact left shoulder joint with his other hand and twisted it sharply.

Click.

The sound of bones dislocating was very clear.

"what!"

In excruciating pain, the lady finally let out a scream as Chen Zheng pressed her firmly against the cold metal floor, rendering her unable to move.

Chen Zheng looked at her on the ground, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"This face belongs to Lin Liangyu."

"But you are not her."

These words cleared An Ran's chaotic mind and forcibly pulled her out of that torn state.

Correct.

The face is.

But she's not my mother!

This realization did not make her feel better; instead, it brought her even deeper pain.

Your enemy, disguised as your closest relative, uses the most vicious language to revel in your breakdown.

Is there anything more cruel than this in the world?

"What exactly are you?!" Chen Zheng's voice grew louder, and the hand pressing on the other person's shoulder tightened.

The woman was pinned to the ground, her arms useless, her cheek pressed against the cold ground, and she let out a strange laugh.

She ignored Chen Zheng's questioning and instead turned her head to stare intently at An Ran with the eyes that belonged to Lin Liangyu.

The next second, the malice on her face suddenly disappeared.

Instead, a kind of imitative gentleness has emerged.

She called out softly, in a gentle tone that she had only heard in her dreams, the kind of tone that belonged to a mother.

"Ranran..."

boom!

An Ran's rationality completely collapsed in that instant.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

After a roar, she pounced on him.

Instead of using a gun, she pounced on the woman and grabbed her neck tightly with both hands.

On the back of his hand, the veins bulged out.

An uncontrollable killing intent surged wildly from her body.

This was the first time in her life that she had so purely and recklessly wanted to kill someone with her own hands.

Chen Zheng did not pull her away immediately.

He simply stood aside, coldly observing the lady's reaction.

The instant An Ran grabbed her by the neck, he clearly saw that the lady's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of fear and suffocating pain flashed across her face.

This shows that, although it's unknown how she did it, she truly possessed this body.

Furthermore, Chen Zheng also noticed that during the violent struggle, the faint suture mark on the other person's face became increasingly obvious.

"Ah...ah..."

The lady's face turned bright red from lack of oxygen, and she managed to utter a few words with difficulty and intermittently.

"Lin Liangyu...is long gone..."

"What remains... is only... something of greater value..."

These words pierced An Ran's heart like a knife.

She suddenly loosened her grip.

That's all?

What does "gone" mean?

What is something even more valuable...?

Chen Zheng knew he couldn't let her continue.

Anran's mental state has reached its limit; if she continues talking, she might develop PTSD.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, raised his hand, and delivered a precise palm strike to the lady's neck.

The latter didn't even manage a groan before his head lolled to the side and he completely passed out.

An Ran remained in the position of choking him, her whole body frozen and trembling.

Chen Zheng remained silent, then reached out and pulled her up from that body.

She stood there, her eyes vacant, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Chen Zheng knew that she was in more pain than if she had been shot.

He didn't say anything to comfort her; he simply reached out, lifted the unconscious woman off the ground, and dragged her along.

He dragged her past An Ran, his gaze falling towards the back of the central hall.

Behind that huge bulletproof glass, rows of server indicator lights were flashing a ghostly blue light.

Chen Zheng stopped and said softly.

"Her words can be deceiving."

"The machine won't."

An Ran slowly raised her tear-streaked face and red eyes, looking at the dim blue light.

Then, Chen Zheng dragged his unconscious wife to the center of the server area without any pity, like a tattered sack.

He pulled out several high-strength data cables from the equipment box in the corner and quickly tied his wife's limbs and body tightly to a thick metal cooling pipe support.

After doing all that, he didn't stop.

Instead, he pinched the lady's chin and applied pressure with his fingers.

With a "click," her jaw was dislocated.

This would prevent her from biting her tongue to commit suicide, or from taking her own life in other ways.

An Ran stood aside, watching him do all this with empty eyes.

Her mind was still a complete mess.

That face, that face that belonged to his mother, was just a few meters away, hanging limply, with a trace of blood still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

Chen Zheng didn't go to see her.

After all, any words of comfort are useless now.