MMB Chapter 1465 Chen Jun's Strategic Intentions
Chapter 1465 Chen Jun's Strategic Intentions
"Director Chen!"
"Boss!"
The sound of hurried footsteps and shouts broke the silence at the edge of the coconut grove as they approached. A dozen or so lean men in civilian clothes, but whose movements exuded a clear military bearing, rushed out of the woods first, followed closely by General Wen, whose face was anxious and whose forehead was covered in sweat.
They immediately spotted Chen Jun standing among several corpses, casually wiping the bloodstains from his arm. His combat uniform was splattered with large patches of dark red, and his face was also covered in several bloodstains, making him look rather gruesome in the fading light.
"Director Chen! You're injured?!" Lu Da, a square-faced, stocky man, rushed forward, his voice trembling, as he lunged to check on him.
"Boss! Medic!" Zhang Tie, a tall, thin man with sharp, eagle-like eyes, shouted in a trembling voice, while warily raising his gun and scanning the surroundings.
Old Wen's heart tightened, and he rushed to Chen Jun's side. Ignoring the distinction between superior and subordinate, he reached out to touch Chen Jun's chest and abdomen, his voice trembling: "Old Chen! Where are you hurt? How serious is it? Let me take a look!"
Chen Jun frowned and slapped away Lao Wen's hand that was reaching for his ribs (near a sensitive area), the movement swift and decisive. "What are you touching? I'm fine."
His voice was calm, even tinged with impatience at being disturbed. His gaze swept quickly over Premier Wen and the group of men behind him, who, though dressed differently, all exuded an air of elite skill. These were the first batch of "sharp knife" members he had personally selected from various military units and trained through grueling trials: Lu Da, Zhang Tie, Wang Meng… familiar faces.
“The blood is someone else’s,” he explained simply, then his gaze fixed on Old Wen, his tone turning serious, “What about An Ran? How is she?”
Hearing Chen Jun say that he was alright, and seeing that he was acting normally and had clear eyes, Lao Wen's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down. He breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Comrade An Ran is safe. According to the plan, we arranged for her to evacuate urgently from another concealed route as soon as the attack started. She has now arrived at the safe house and is under our protection. She is unharmed, so don't worry."
Chen Jun nodded, his gaze sweeping over Lu Da and the others again, but his face darkened, and his tone was undisguisedly rebuking: "I've already said, this operation doesn't need your extra support. Everything is to proceed according to my plan. Who gave you permission to come and disrupt things? Hmm?"
He pointed to the bullet-grabbed tear in his combat uniform on his side, his eyes cold: "To 'reinforce' the commotion you created, I almost got picked off by a sniper lurking in the shadows when I charged out of the woods! Do you know how far that bullet was from my heart?"
"Holy crap..." Upon hearing this, Lu Da, Zhang Tie, and the others instantly lost all color in their faces, exchanging bewildered glances, cold sweat pouring down their backs. They hadn't expected that their arrival would not only fail to help but almost become their boss's death warrant! The group instinctively turned their gazes to Lao Wen, their eyes filled with questioning and a hint of barely perceptible resentment—after all, it was Lao Wen who had personally issued the emergency support order.
Old Wen felt a chill run down his spine under Chen Jun's icy gaze and the unspoken glances from his subordinates. He quickly stepped forward, forcing a bitter smile, and explained, "Boss, big boss! This... this isn't my fault for worrying, is it? Intelligence shows that the enemy is serious this time, with a lot of people and heavy firepower. Although Comrade An Ran is safe, seeing you trapped inside alone... I'm really worried! Sister-in-law... no, Comrade An Ran has also been worried about your safety, repeatedly reminding you... If you want to blame someone, blame me for worrying too much about you and losing my composure! Sigh..."
"You think I wouldn't dare to curse you?!" Chen Jun interrupted Lao Wen's explanation without any politeness. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a sharp killing intent, directed not only at Lao Wen but also at all the "Sharp Knife" members present.
"A bunch of ignorant brats! Do you even know what my strategic intentions are? Huh?!"
He took a step forward, and the invisible pressure made even these battle-hardened elites involuntarily hold their breath slightly.
"You're just making things worse! You're only hindering us!" Chen Jun's voice echoed through the gradually darkening forest. "If you just want to save time and quickly take out these small fry, can't I handle it all by myself? Do I need you guys to clear the area?"
He pointed at the corpses of the thugs and snipers on the ground, his eyes sharp as knives: "I'm going to create a false impression! A false impression that they're 'almost killing me,' but 'always just a little short,' 'they'll succeed if they try harder next time! I want to give the people behind them hope, to show them the 'value' of investing more resources, to make them pounce like sharks smelling blood, again and again! Only in this way can I follow these attacking tentacles, digging down layer by layer, until I find the 'boss' hidden deepest in the middle! I can expose their entire chain!"
His gaze, like a cold searchlight, swept over every face that was either astonished, bewildered, or ashamed.
"You guys are something else!" Chen Jun sneered. "A huge group of people stormed out with a bang, displaying the power of the state to clear the area. You've stirred up trouble! After this battle, anyone with a brain knows this isn't just a simple mercenary fight; it could attract serious attention and strong countermeasures from the authorities. Do you think they'll dare to show their faces again? Do you think they'll continue with their original plan? All the hard work I put on, all the setup I laid out, you've ruined it all! A complete disaster!"
Lu Da, Zhang Tie, and the others, thoroughly berated, finally understood. Their faces flushed red, then quickly turned ashen. They had only thought of ensuring their leader's absolute safety and swiftly annihilating the enemy, completely unaware that their leader had orchestrated such a far-reaching trap. At this moment, shame and remorse overwhelmed them like a tidal wave. They had thought they had arrived in time and done a great service, but now it seemed they had utterly ruined their leader's plans!
"What are you all standing there for?" Chen Jun's voice was devoid of any warmth. "Get out of here! Go back to where you belong! Don't get in my way!"
"Yes!" Lu Da and the others stood at attention abruptly. Despite the mixed feelings in their hearts, they still responded in unison with a low roar. No one dared to say another word. They quickly turned around and, just as they had come, silently disappeared in batches into the deepening twilight and the shadows of the trees. In the blink of an eye, they were gone, leaving only a mess and a strong smell of blood.
At the edge of the woods, only Chen Jun and Lao Wen remained.
Old Wen looked in the direction his men had disappeared, then at Chen Jun, whose face remained cold and stern, and his throat went dry. He licked his chapped lips, his voice filled with apology and regret: "Boss... I... I really didn't know your strategic intentions were so grand, so profound... I deserve to die, I really shouldn't have interfered on my own... I..."
Chen Jun didn't speak immediately. He bent down, picked up his pistol from beside a corpse, checked it, and put it back in its holster. Then, he turned around, his back to Lao Wen, and looked towards the distant horizon where the sea and sky met in the twilight.
Just when Lao Wen thought Chen Jun wouldn't speak again, a deep and clear voice drifted back on the slightly salty sea breeze:
"Old Wen, in recent years, our country has kept a low profile and sought stability in its policies, and has often adopted a 'hide-and-see' approach to foreign affairs."
His tone was calm, yet carried a profound weight of power.
“The lives of ordinary people are not so smooth in many ways. The outside world is not peaceful. Our people abroad suffer grievances and hardships. Many times, the confidence and support that we, the military and those of us in uniform, can convey to the people at home is not enough. Many times, we just repeatedly warn them, ‘It’s dangerous outside, don’t go out,’ or ‘Be careful and don’t cause trouble if you go out.’”
Chen Jun slowly turned around, his eyes blazing as he looked at Lao Wen.
"But that alone is not enough."
"I came out here on business, but it was also an opportunity. Since I'm already here, there are some things I should do along the way."
He pointed to the beach and woodland that had just witnessed a bloody massacre.
"What I want to leave behind is not just a few corpses. What I want to leave behind is a 'legend,' a kind of 'deterrence.'"
"I want to let some people know that we are not without people."
"I want to make the demons and monsters hiding in the shadows understand that we are not powerless."
"I want everyone who is paying attention to this matter to see clearly that we are not sitting idly by, but are simply choosing the right time and the right way."
"When our citizens' interests are violated abroad, when our dignity is challenged, our people have the ability and the determination to respond in the most direct and violent way, even on someone else's turf."
"This is part of my 'strategic intent' this time. Do you understand?"
Old Wen stood rooted to the spot, feeling a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head, which quickly transformed into burning heat in his blood. Looking into Chen Jun's eyes, still remarkably bright in the twilight, he finally understood the true significance and profound considerations behind his old leader and comrade-in-arms's actions. This was not merely a counterattack or retaliation, but a proactive and sharp strategic posture, a deliberate attempt to send a strong signal to the outside world!
"I...I understand!" Old Wen nodded heavily, his voice a little hoarse. The cold sweat he had just wiped from his forehead had reappeared, and he felt a chill in the evening breeze.
Chen Jun said no more, taking one last look at the killing field as if trying to etch every memory into his mind. Then, he strode off toward the dark, seemingly all-consuming jungle in the opposite direction from the coastline.
His figure was quickly swallowed up by the shadows of the trees.
Only that last sentence, calm yet seemingly carrying immense power, echoed faintly in the coconut grove gradually shrouded in night, carried by the sea breeze and the rustling of the trees, striking heavily into Lao Wen's heart:
"A sinkhole."
Old Wen stood alone in the rising sea breeze, gazing in the direction where Chen Jun had disappeared, motionless for a long time, his hair disheveled in the wind.
Am I really a bottomless pit?