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

Cadres, soldiers, and office clerks coming and going all subconsciously slowed their pace.

They saw the military ranks on the shoulders of the Mulan team members, the solemn black armbands on their chests, and, most importantly, the photo of martyr Lin Liangyu placed at the very front.

A low murmur began to rise.

"Isn't that Mulan from the Southwest Military Region? What are they doing sitting here?"

"The one at the very front... isn't that Commander An's daughter?"

"That photo... I recognize it. It's Lin Liangyu, the senior who went missing during a mission twenty years ago!"

The atmosphere slowly fermented in silence.

Soon, the first round of persuasion to leave began.

A government official wearing a duty armband walked over quickly, with a polite smile on his face.

"Comrades, what are you doing...?"

He glanced at the documents on the ground and paused.

"If there's any issue, you can report it to your superiors according to procedure."

"Sitting here isn't appropriate. Why don't we all get up and go to the reception room for some tea?"

Chen Zheng raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and spoke in a flat tone.

"We did not disrupt public order."

"We are active-duty soldiers and must obey discipline."

"We're just sitting here, waiting for a clear answer."

The officer on duty was stunned for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Inside a black sedan not far away.

An Jianjun stared intently at the thin back of his daughter sitting in the middle, his eyes red-rimmed.

He couldn't wait to jump out of the car and sit next to his daughter.

But he can't.

"Old An, calm down." Political Commissar Yang Guohua, who was standing next to him, handed him a cigarette and whispered, "If you really go there, the nature of this matter will be different."

An Jianjun didn't accept the cigarette, but just squeezed out a hoarse sentence from his throat.

"I don't even have the right to sit with my daughter for a while..."

Time passed second by second.

As the sun rose higher, the ground began to get scorching hot.

The members of Mulan's team remained seated upright and motionless.

At first, Ram acted as if she had a nail under her butt, twisting and turning.

"Hiss... Instructor, does this mean we're being covered by the sun's heat?" she whispered to Chen Zheng beside her.

Song Jia reached out from behind and slapped her on the lower back.

"Sit up straight! Don't ruin the image of the formation!"

Without even turning his head, Chen Zheng lazily added, "Shut up."

Ram pursed his lips, not daring to say anything more, and could only resign himself to straightening his back.

Guo Huaiying was holding a huge military water bottle in her arms, like a quiet heavy supply station.

If anyone's lips were dry, she would quietly unscrew the cap and hand it to them.

The keyboard was used to draw the timeline of all the evidence clearly on the whiteboard with a marker, and it stood neatly to the side.

She has some social anxiety and is not very comfortable looking people in the eye.

But whenever someone passes by, whether an official or a passerby, stops to ask, she can explain every detail clearly and logically.

Jiang Nan stared intently at the onlookers, repeatedly muttering, "...Peace, I want peace..."

Around noon, the second round of pressure arrived.

A higher-ranking leader emerged, followed by two guards.

He first stated righteously that "the organization attaches great importance to this matter," and then changed the subject.

"How about this, in order to better solve the problem?"

"Comrade An Ran, and several leaders of your team, please come with us to the interview room inside."

"We communicated with each individual to understand the situation in detail."

Chen Zheng didn't even bother to stand up; he just raised his eyes slightly.

"Say what you have to say here. We won't gang up on you, and you can't break us up."

The leader's face darkened, and he was about to use discipline to intimidate people.

Just then, An Ran, who had been silent all along, slowly raised her head.

Her gaze swept over the crowd and landed on the leader's face as she spoke softly.

"My mother was taken away alone twenty years ago."

"Today, I will not go into any room alone again."

This statement is both an echo of her deepest, most painful trauma and her most resolute and irrefutable stance at this moment.

The scene fell silent instantly.

The leader opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The way everyone around, the onlookers and the people talking, looked at An Ran changed.

Sympathy, anger, and a touch of admiration.

……

Time dragged on until evening.

Just when everyone thought the stalemate would continue like this today.

A convoy of black cars with special passes silently drove into the government compound.

A few minutes later, the officer who had been on duty earlier rushed out.

This time, he had a solemn expression on his face, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

He walked straight up to Chen Zheng and An Ran, stood at attention, and gave a standard military salute.

Then, he turned to the black sedan where An Jianjun was not far away and waved.

He took a deep breath and said in a very solemn tone:

"Lieutenant Colonel Chen Zheng, Captain An Ran, and... Brigade Commander An Jianjun."

"The higher-ups are willing to give you an answer."

……

Beijing, a special conference room.

The air was very oppressive.

Anran sat at the table, with only two things in front of her.

The laminated black-and-white group photo, and a solo photo of my mother when she was young.

Sitting opposite me is Director Shen.

He cleared his throat and broke the silence first.

"First of all, on behalf of the joint task force, I would like to express my high appreciation for your ordeal and the heroic performance of the Mulan Special Forces Team in this incident."

"The organization attaches great importance to the issues related to Lin Liangyu and has established a top-level investigation team to conduct a comprehensive review of the materials seized in Baiwenpo."

"But you also need to understand."

"This case spans a long period of time and involves a wide range of issues; verifying many chains of evidence will take time..."

An Ran clenched her fists involuntarily as she listened to his rhetoric.

Just as she was about to slam her fist on the table and stand up, Chen Zheng, who was sitting next to her, spoke first.

"Director Shen, our time is precious, so let's not waste any more time."

I only have three questions.

As Chen Zheng spoke, he held up three fingers.

"First, does Lin Liangyu's brain tissue actually exist?"

"Secondly, can we confirm its current status—whether it's dead or alive, a sample or something else?"

"Third, who has possessed the records of the preservation and transport of this high-value neural sample over the past twenty years?"

The three questions were all more pointed and direct than the last.

Not a single word is superfluous; it's all the core information.

Director Shen's expression changed almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Comrade Chen Zheng, I understand your feelings. But these issues are all core secrets we are investigating..."