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

Before Director Shen could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another voice.

An Jianjun, who had been silent all along, slowly raised his head.

He didn't roar or howl.

He spoke slowly in a rather calm tone.

"Lin Liangyu joined the predecessor of the Snowline Special Forces at the age of 26, and became the deputy captain of the squad two years later."

"During my eight years of military service, I participated in 37 major and minor secret missions, and was awarded the Third-Class Merit Citation four times, the Second-Class Merit Citation twice, and the Collective First-Class Merit Citation once."

"Twenty years ago, I led a team to Baiwenpo to carry out our last mission. The entire team lost contact and I was posthumously awarded the title of martyr."

An Jianjun spoke very slowly, but every word was spoken with exceptional clarity.

But everyone in the conference room could sense the immense anger suppressed beneath the calm.

After saying this, he paused, raised his bloodshot eyes, and looked directly at Director Shen.

"She disappeared for twenty years for this country."

"Now, I need to know who put where she has what she still has left."

It was a husband's question, a veteran's question, and even more so, a father who had been wronged for twenty years, demanding the most basic justice for his wife and daughter.

The conference room fell into complete silence.

Director Shen's composure finally crumbled.

He remained silent for a long time before taking off his glasses, rubbing his temples, and his voice sounded weary.

"Commander An, I understand how you feel."

He sighed and finally gave a partially truthful answer.

"After preliminary verification, the information seized in Baiwenpo is basically true."

"Comrade Lin Liangyu's brain tissue was indeed sealed separately and sent out under the name of a high-value neural sample."

"What we can confirm at present is that this sample was not destroyed in Baiwenpo, but entered a higher-level, confidential transfer route with the partial participation of overseas institutions."

"As for its current status... we are investigating."

"But one thing needs to be made clear: we cannot hand it over immediately. We will set up a special recovery team to handle this matter."

It's that same old rhetoric again.

An Ran's anger, which had just been suppressed by An Jianjun, flared up again upon hearing those three words.

Her gaze gradually turned cold.

She understood.

The other party still wants to use procedures and time to drag things out.

Until everyone is exhausted, until the truth is completely buried by layers of documents and approvals.

Just as she was about to speak, Chen Zheng interrupted her again.

"Okay." He nodded, seemingly accepting the offer.

Director Shen had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Zheng's next words, however, made him swallow his anger again.

"But we demand that the Mulan team must have the right to observe the proceedings of this special task force, the right to pursue participation, and the right to independently verify evidence."

"This..." Director Shen frowned. "Comrade Chen Zheng, this is not in accordance with regulations. Your authority..."

"Then change the regulations." Chen Zheng's tone remained calm. "It is only natural that the families and former units should participate in the recovery of the remains of martyrs."

The talks have once again reached a stalemate.

Director Shen knew very well that if he opened his mouth, it would be like opening a door that could not be controlled.

Once Mulan's people get involved, no one can control the situation.

But if he doesn't give in...

He glanced out the window instinctively.

Through the gaps in the blinds, you can still see the silent, upright figures downstairs.

The people who played Mulan are still there.

At this moment, their very existence is a silent pressure.

The fact that a group of soldiers were forced into a sit-in protest is itself a big problem.

In addition, there was An Jianjun and Political Commissar Yang Guohua.

Even Qin Hong from the Phoenix team was facing considerable pressure from various parties due to the strongly worded requests she received through different channels.

Among them were even a group of players who had started playing the game, including An Yuanchao, who jointly wrote a letter.

To put it bluntly, if this kind of thing isn't handled properly, it's a minor matter that he'll be dismissed as section chief; the real problem is that his authority above him will be completely undermined.

Finally, Director Shen closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"...I need to ask for instructions."

He then got up and left the conference room.

A dozen minutes later, he returned, his expression quite complicated.

"The higher-ups have approved it."

"After the special task force is officially established, Comrade Chen Zheng can serve as a special technical advisor and Comrade An Ran as a family representative, and they can participate in the subsequent recovery work to a limited extent."

This is a huge concession.

Although it was only "limited," it ultimately got them involved in the investigation.

For Chen Zheng, that was enough.

Regardless of your limits, once I get involved, there are no limits.

The talks ended quickly.

Director Shen pushed a simplified version of the transport summary, which had just been temporarily approved for review and was heavily blacked out, in front of Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng picked it up and looked through it.

On the pages, large areas of black markings were alarming, covering almost 90% of the content.

Only a new sample number, "L-07," and a few blurry words are still recognizable.

Chen Zheng looked at the evenly applied black ink stain, raised his eyes, and said calmly, "It's quite evenly black. It seems you all know you're feeling guilty."

Director Shen's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Chen Zheng folded the document, stood up, and exchanged a glance with An Jianjun.

Both of them understood.

This is not the end.

This is the beginning of the end.

An Ran also stood up.

She walked to the table and carefully put her mother's photo back into the file bag, her movements gentle yet incredibly firm.

A light finally rekindled in her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying.

She looked up at Chen Zheng and her father, her voice hoarse but incredibly clear.

"Go and bring her back."

……

Night fell.

When An Ran, Chen Zheng, and An Jianjun walked out of the building, Mulan's team members were still sitting on the cold steps.

Seeing them come out, everyone staggered and helped each other to their feet.

Many people's legs were numb from sitting, and their faces were pale from a day of exposure to the sun and dehydration, but no one complained.

They simply asked for the outcome with their young, yet resolute faces.

Chen Zheng didn't say much, but simply handed the summary to An Ran.

Anran took it and held it tightly in her hand.

She looked up at the instructor beside her and the team members not far away.

Chen Zheng's gaze passed over her, looking at the myriad lights of the city in the distance. His tone remained calm, but it was full of determination.

"Let's go and take Lin Liangyu home."

"Yay! We can finally eat!" Guo Huaiying exclaimed excitedly, almost jumping up.

But when she saw that everyone around her still had somber faces, she quickly shrank back.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng smiled helplessly: "Alright, since things have come to this, let's eat first."