Miss Lolita?
Song Heping had the feeling he might be in the wrong place.
A young woman, about twenty-something years old, with ear-length black hair and glasses, slightly short and a bit chubby, walked out from the back room holding a stack of files. She was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, tactical pants, and desert combat boots—a common attire in the war zone, regardless of gender.
The most striking thing about this girl was the MP5 submachine gun slung over her shoulder and a Glock 17 tucked in a holster on her thigh.
She sat down at the desk in front of her, placed the documents on the table, and then pushed up her glasses as she said, "Everyone line up and come forward to receive your briefing based on the appointed schedule. Make sure to register the details of the personnel involved."
After finishing her words, she opened the computer in front of her, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and launched the task registration system.