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

The next day, in the computer room of the Southwest Military Region, ten fingers touched the keyboard, moving swiftly.

Chen Zheng stood behind him, teaching while watching the screen.

"Skip to the second-level warehouse? Are you stupid? Don't come in through the front door!"

Keyboard, on the other hand, tensed up: "Instructor, do you think it's easy for you to say that?!"

Chen Zheng patted her on the head: "If you can't do it, get up. I can do it myself."

Soon, a series of shipping records appeared on the screen.

The brain samples left behind by LC-7 were transported via a cold chain express line, exited the country through the customs green channel, and were eventually sent to the underground sample bank of the ICA East Asia headquarters.

That is, the land of cherry blossoms.

This is internal information from the special task force established above, which was just unearthed by keyboard warriors.

An Ran stood behind her, watching, and couldn't help but clench her fists.

The conference room door was then pushed open.

An Jianjun strode in, his gaze sweeping across the screen before settling on the words "Japan," his face growing increasingly grim.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and the next second, he slammed his hand on the table with a bang.

"It's not enough to just find out the truth."

"We must bring it back!"

After he said that, the entire conference room fell silent.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng shook his head: "Brigadier, sending goods to us is useless."

"The exit must be quick, discreet, and must be able to bypass the countermeasures on the other side."

"You need to put pressure on the task force as soon as possible to get the joint investigation letter, entry status, foreign affairs exemption, and subsequent withdrawal of the suspects sorted out. That's the real job."

An Jianjun pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay."

After saying that, he looked up at Chen Zheng and said, "Bring her back."

That evening, a lively discussion took place inside Mulan's dormitory building.

Ram slammed his fist on the table: "I'm going too! Anyone who tries to stop me will have to fight me!"

Jiang Nan pulled a small box out of the cabinet and exclaimed, "My treasured possession can finally see the light of day!"

Shen Doudou yawned, leaned against the wall with her gun case in hand, and said, "Just call me when you need me."

Guo Huaiying pulled out a bunch of compressed biscuits and dried meat, her expression quite serious: "I definitely won't be used to foreign food, so I'm bringing a lot."

Li Yue sighed, placed the spare ammunition belts and tool bag on the table, and began to sigh again: "Ugh, what a miserable life. Looks like I'll have to work overtime abroad again."

Song Jia laid out the cold chain box and sampling tubes, and said gently, "If anyone gets hurt, come find me."

Meng Yi wiped the bone knife clean.

Yao Yao sat by the window humming a nursery rhyme, her toes dangling, her gaze cold.

The entire team volunteered, and no one was left out.

Anran sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the laminated photo.

A moment later, she put the photo back in the waterproof bag, tied her hair up, and got up to leave the dormitory.

At the end of the corridor, the team members were already lined up.

Chen Zheng stood at the front, glanced at the crowd, and said directly, "The goal is clear, and the path is there. The rest, let's get to work."

An Ran stepped forward and stood at the front of the line, her expression resolute.

"Target: Japan, the land of cherry blossoms."

"Set off."

……

The next day, in the land of cherry blossoms, near Tokyo.

ICA East Asia Headquarters is located deep within the park.

There are huge glass curtain walls and people in white coats here; it all looks normal.

The keyboard scanned the surrounding network with the tablet: "The access permissions on the surface are similar to those of a university library, but the access permissions underground are very secretive."

Song Jia stared at the flow of people and the list of medicines for a long time: "The number of outpatient visits isn't high, but the frequency of refrigerated trucks is ridiculously high in comparison."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng slowly said, "The keyboard infiltrates the enemy's system from the outside, Shen Doudou provides long-range vision and suppression, and Jiang Nan performs silent breaching."

"Lamu, Guo Huaiying, and Li Yuefangfeng, Song Jia and An Ran, bring the recovery equipment and stand by."

"I'll take the most dangerous road."

An Ran immediately looked up and said, "I'll go with you."

The room fell silent immediately.

Chen Zheng looked at An Ran: "No."

An Ran didn't back down an inch: "I didn't come here to stand at the back."

Chen Zheng shook his head again: "Everyone else can go, but you can't."

Do you think I'll hold you back?

"It's not just a feeling, it's certainty."

An Ran's breathing paused for a moment.

A few seconds later, she gritted her teeth and said, "I don't want to be left outside waiting for news anymore."

Chen Zheng's voice softened slightly for once: "Then don't stay on the outermost edge. You guard the last door, get the cold chain box, and prepare to receive people."

Upon hearing this, An Ran stared intently at Chen Zheng.

After a long while, she finally looked away and grabbed the strap of the refrigerated box on the table.

"Fine. If you dare let me go back empty-handed, I'll make you pay."

Chen Zheng and Wu Na shook their heads: "We're busy picking people up, we don't have time to argue with you."

The operation began at 11 p.m.

The keyboard-wielding woman sat in a repair truck outside the park, her fingers tapping on the keys: "Come on, let me give you a check-up."

Soon, the laboratory's external monitoring loop was hacked, and the access control authorization table began to malfunction.

Jiang Nan crouched down against the back wall, pinching a miniature demolition piece between her fingertips. With a snap, the protective wall silently opened up a crack.

Ram held the door panel up, and muttered in a low voice, "Such a large building, and they skimped on the keel like this! A bunch of stingy bastards!"

Shen Doudou lay prone on a distant rooftop and slowly fired a shot at the surveillance camera.

Li Yue dragged the equipment box to the side door and sighed, "Sigh, another miserable gag reseller."

Guo Huaiying had already started moving the interception boxes, and casually stuffed a rice ball into Lamu's arms: "Working is work, but your hands will shake if you're hungry."

Guo Huaiying had already started moving the interception boxes, and casually stuffed a rice ball into Lamu's arms: "Working is work, but your hands will shake if you're hungry."

A red alert light went off instantly.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Chen Zheng went underground along the maintenance well.

A series of muffled gunshots rang out behind me.

An Ran carried the cold chain box and stood guard outside the door with Song Jia.

Behind the door lies the fourth underground level; beyond that, nothing else is known.

Song Jia spread out the recycling equipment and said softly, "Don't stare at the door, be on guard."

An Ran hummed in agreement, her eyes still fixed on the door.

Chen Zheng's steady breathing could be heard occasionally through the headphones.

On the external channel, Ram was complaining in a low voice about the building's structure, while Jiang Nan was reporting on the progress of the breach.

Shen Doudou yawned and reported a cleared location every few seconds.

The entire team remained on high alert.

As time went on, the voices from Chen Zheng's side decreased.

The gunfire became sparse.

Then came a dull thud.

The keyboardist lowered his voice: "No, the signals below layer four are being cut off!"

An Ran gripped the cold chain box strap tightly, her fingertips turning white involuntarily: "Chen Zheng, report your location."

There was a two-second silence in the headphones.

A moment later, a low voice responded from the other end.

"We're almost there."

An Ran's throat tightened, and she was about to speak.

But then I saw the identification light behind the door turn from red to yellow, and then instantly turn dark red.

Song Jia raised her hand and closed the recycling bin tightly: "It's time to open."

An Ran stood outside the partition door, holding a cold chain box. Chen Zheng's voice came through her earpiece: "Calm down, everyone. We're here to pick up people later."

Then, with a loud bang, communication was lost.