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

Chen Zheng turned and walked towards the main control panel, pulled out an interface converter from his tactical vest, and directly connected it to the physical port of the core server.

In an instant, a huge operating interface was projected into the air in front of the two of them, and a dark blue light illuminated Chen Zheng's cold profile.

Countless data streams and encryption modules flashed across the screen, mixed with various foreign abbreviations, old file numbers, and human neural experiment diagrams that Anran could not understand at all.

The encryption level is no match; even if a keyboard comes along, you'll have to scratch your head.

"Look at the screen."

As Chen Zheng's fingers flew across the virtual keyboard, he gave a brief command.

His voice was quite calm, forcefully pulling An Ran's fading consciousness back to normal.

"Stop thinking about that face, get back to the data."

"We are here to find the truth."

An Ran's body trembled slightly.

Her instinct was to turn her head away, to escape.

But she still stared intently at the dark blue light screen.

Chen Zheng acted swiftly, brute-forcing his way through firewalls and opening encrypted folders one by one.

He first pulled up all the related file chains for A-07.

On the screen, one cold keyword after another popped up.

【transport】

Ward Zero

[Mental Dissection Experiment - V4.2]

[Container Compatibility Report]

As An Ran looked at the words "mental stripping" and "container," her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by a hand, the pain making it hard for her to breathe.

As more hidden documents are decrypted, fragments of text reveal the truth to her.

Lin Liangyu did not simply die twenty years ago.

After her arrest, she suffered unimaginable long-term torture, became mentally unstable, and even developed schizophrenic symptoms.

But the people of Baiwenpo did not give up.

They considered her brain a precious specimen, and in the final stage, they completely removed it and sealed it with a special nerve-inhibiting fluid.

The woman now bearing her mother's face is nothing more than a usurper who has taken over Lin Liangyu's body.

Chen Zheng continued to dig deeper.

He quickly found a video file that had been encrypted multiple times and marked as "damaged".

File name: A-07 - Final observation record.

He clicked it.

After the snowflakes appeared, a fragmented scene appeared on the screen.

The image is black and white, and it's shaky; the image quality is very poor.

But An Ran recognized the woman in the picture at a glance.

That was indeed her mother.

However, the mother in the video was completely different from the gentle and beautiful woman in the photo.

She was tightly bound to a metal chair, so thin she was just skin and bones, her hair dry and disheveled, her eyes empty and unfocused, as if her soul had been ripped away.

Her mind was clearly confused; she was uttering incoherent whispers, and her body was twitching unconsciously under the restraints.

But in this endless chaos, there were a few words that she repeated and stubbornly kept repeating.

The audio log amplified that faint sound, making it clear.

"Anran... my Anran..."

"My daughter...how old is she...?"

"Don't touch her...please...don't touch her..."

"Anran...don't come...please don't come here..."

Anran watched the woman on the screen, who, despite her pain, was still using her last strength to call out her name.

Looking at the mother who barely recognized herself, yet still instinctively wanted to protect her daughter.

Her tears finally broke free.

It wasn't a loud, wailing cry.

It was a silent, repressed collapse.

Tears streamed down her face, but she couldn't utter a sound. She could only cover her mouth tightly with her hand, her body trembling violently.

The video is still playing.

At the end of the record, several people wearing white lab coats walked in, holding brain tissue harvesting instruments that gleamed coldly.

It seemed that the shock of death gave Lin Liangyu a brief moment of lucidity at the last moment.

A glimmer of light suddenly rekindled in her empty eyes.

With all her might, she spoke her last words to the camera, or rather, to some unseen recorder.

"Preserve...preserve a portion...of the original...memory..."

"For... Anran..."

"Ranran...live well..."

This was her final request.

It was also the last legacy she left to her daughter as a mother.

The video ends here.

Chen Zheng remained silent, offering no words of comfort.

He simply copied and backed up the video and all related log files as quickly as possible, then transferred them to a separate external storage device and sealed them with multiple layers of encryption.

He knew that holding onto this evidence firmly in his hands was the best way to comfort Lin Liangyu.

Just then.

The woman, who was strapped to a metal frame, slowly woke up.

The first thing she saw on the screen was the last image of Lin Liangyu's face.

They also saw Chen Zheng and An Ran standing in front of the screen, having obtained the whole truth.

She froze for a moment.

Then, a low, hoarse laugh came from her throat.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

She turned her head, using the face that belonged to Lin Liangyu, to look at the already broken An Ran, and delivered the final blow with a cruel tone.

"Did you see that?"

"In the end, she almost forgot who she was."

"But she still remembers you."

boom.

This sentence became the final straw that broke An Ran's back.

She suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes burning with fire, and drew her sidearm from her waist.

"Fuck you, I'll kill you!"

She roared, pointing the gun firmly at the lady's head.

But the moment her finger was on the trigger, ready to fire...

That face in front of the gun barrel.

That face with the mocking smile belonged to her mother.

Her movements suddenly froze.

Her hands began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

She wanted to shoot, and even wished she could bring the camp's tanks and blast the monster in front of her into pieces.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't button it up.

That face was her dream of twenty years, the softest spot in her heart.

Letting her shoot in that face would be more painful than killing herself.

"Kill me."

"What, you're afraid?"

"Your mother is much braver than you."

The woman continued to provoke her with vicious words, seemingly wanting An Ran to end her own life.

An Ran's breathing became more and more rapid, her vision began to blur, and for a moment she felt as if the arm holding the gun weighed a ton.

In the end, she still couldn't pull the trigger.

His hand went limp, and the gun slipped from his palm and fell to the ground.

She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she retreated step by step until her back slammed heavily against the cold server rack, causing her to fall to the ground along the rack door.