MMB Chapter 1468 General
Chapter 1468 General
The cold touch of the gun barrel against his forehead, and Chen Jun's icy eyes devoid of any human emotion, completely shattered the scarred man's last shred of will to resist.
"It was...it was the general! The general ordered us to do it!" Scarface screamed incoherently, his voice distorted by fear and pain. "The goods...the goods were also ordered by him! He said...that after we finished this job and got something from you, we could get more goods and open up more channels...Killing you...was also his order! Spare me! Hero, spare me!"
"General?" Chen Jun frowned slightly. The name sounded like a code name or nickname. "Explain clearly, what general? Where are you from? What's your background?"
“He…he’s also from Yan! But…I heard his ancestors stayed here during the Republic of China era, and later…they made a name for themselves, and now they have their own territory in this area, with many men under their command, guns and cannons…He controls drug production and transportation routes in several places, and the drugs can be sold to many countries…Recently…recently I heard he found a more stable channel and wants to bring a large amount of drugs back to China…We…we’re just small errand boys for him! Good man, if Yan people don’t kill Yan people, let me go, and I’ll leave immediately and never dare to do it again…” The scarred strong man said, enduring the excruciating pain of his severed wrist, desperately banging his forehead against the ground, making muffled “thump-thump” sounds, just hoping for a sliver of life.
Chen Jun's eyes were cold. These were descendants of Yan people who had remained from the Republican era, ruling this mountain stronghold and operating a vast drug network. Now they wanted to extend their reach back into the country?
Whether this "general" was part of a personal scheme or part of the natural expansion of his drug business, he has crossed an insurmountable red line.
"Get out." Chen Jun withdrew the pistol from his forehead, his voice icy.
The scarred man felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his severed wrist and abdomen, he struggled to his feet and staggered toward the dark corner of the street, not daring to look back.
Old Wen frowned as he watched the guy flee in a disheveled state. He quickly walked to Chen Jun's side and whispered, "Boss, are we just going to let him go like that? That's too easy on that bastard! He's carrying drugs and he even tried to kill us!"
Chen Jun skillfully unloaded the bullets from his revolver, casually tossing it to Lao Wen to handle. His gaze remained fixed on the direction where the scarred, burly man had disappeared, and he said calmly, "This is a main street in Thailand, not a no-man's-land. Do you want to kill someone in the street and then be surrounded and arrested by the local police or even the military, thus delaying our business?"
Old Wen was taken aback, then understood Chen Jun's meaning, but was still somewhat indignant: "But we just let him get away like that..."
“He can’t escape.” Chen Jun interrupted him, his voice carrying a hint of cold killing intent. “He knows too much, he was captured, his mission failed, and he even leaked the ‘General’s’ information. From any perspective, the ‘General’ won’t let him live past tonight. Perhaps, he won’t even have to wait until tonight.”
Old Wen suddenly realized, a chill running down his spine. Yes, for a tycoon who controlled a vast black empire, a failed subordinate who might leak secrets was a hidden danger that had to be eliminated. Chen Jun letting him go wasn't out of mercy, but rather a use of someone else to do his dirty work, or rather, he had foreseen his inevitable demise, saving himself the trouble of doing it himself.
"Investigate." Chen Jun ignored the thug who was doomed and gave the order to Lao Wen, "Use all resources to dig out the details of this 'general' as soon as possible. Specific territorial locations, the size of his armed forces, details of his drug network, possible channels of collusion within the country... the more detailed the better. This person and his drug network must be eradicated. The longer they exist, the greater the harm they pose to the country and the people."
"Understood!" Old Wen's expression hardened, immediately realizing the seriousness of the matter. This was no longer just an assassination attempt against Chen Jun; it also involved transnational drug trafficking and potential threats to national security.
"Okay, I'll take care of it right away!" Old Wen turned to leave to mobilize the intelligence network.
Just then, the tourists and vendors who had been hiding in shops or secretly observing from a corner, seeing that the fight was over, the bad guys had been driven away, and the hero seemed to have no intention of holding them accountable for watching, started clapping! Then, the scattered applause turned into enthusiastic applause, and some even shouted in the local language or broken English: "Well done!" "Amazing!" "Chinese Kung Fu!"
Old Wen has a slight quirk: he loves being recognized and praised. Hearing the sudden applause and cheers, he paused in his tracks, a pleased smile unconsciously spreading across his face. He even puffed out his chest and raised his hand as if to greet the enthusiastic "audience."
However, his smile had barely bloomed, and his hand hadn't even fully risen, when Chen Jun's familiar yet indifferent voice came from behind him, not loud, but clear as if it were right next to his ear:
"Why aren't you investigating yet? Is the sinkhole problem acting up again?"
"Holy crap!" Old Wen's smile froze instantly, deflated like a balloon punctured by a needle. He shrank back, not daring to delay any longer, and forgot all about the applause. He dashed into the nearby alley and disappeared in an instant, going to carry out his orders.
Chen Jun ignored the applause. His gaze swept over the chaotic scene and the pointing crowd in the distance, knowing he couldn't stay any longer. He quickly found An Ran, who had been calmly observing from a safe corner the whole time.
"Are you alright?" An Ran came up to him, carefully examined Chen Jun, and confirmed that he was not injured.
“It’s alright.” Chen Jun shook his head, took her hand, and his tone became serious. “You saw what happened just now. It involves a drug lord called ‘General,’ who has considerable power, and his targets may include me. I need to focus on dealing with this matter, and there may be some actions. It’s too dangerous here; you shouldn’t stay any longer.”
An Ran was an extremely intelligent and sensible woman. Without the slightest hesitation or coaxing, she immediately nodded: "I understand. My presence here will only distract you. I'll book the earliest flight back home right away."
Looking into her clear and resolute eyes, Chen Jun felt a surge of warmth and guilt. He had always caused her worry and kept them apart for so long. "I'm sorry, I've made you..."
"Don't say that." An Ran gently covered his mouth and smiled. "You're a soldier, this is your duty. The children and I are waiting for you to come home safely. Promise me you'll be careful."
"I promise you." Chen Jun nodded solemnly.
Chen Jun personally escorted An Ran back to the hotel, quickly helped her pack her luggage, and then escorted her all the way to the international airport. Only after watching her pass through security and disappear into the boarding gate did Chen Jun slowly turn around, his warm expression replaced by a steely coldness.
He didn't use any modern encrypted communication equipment. Instead, he went to a relatively secluded public phone booth in the airport, inserted a coin, and dialed a number deep in his memory—a number with few digits that directly connected to a top-secret domestic communications hub.
The phone was answered quickly after only one ring, and a completely emotionless, encrypted voice came from the other end: "This is 'Home,' please speak."
Chen Jun's voice was steady and deep, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone:
"I am 'Ghost'. Activate 'Security Bureau Recruitment Order'. Instructions: All members of the Sharp Knife Team, assemble within 24 hours at Safe House B7 in Manchester, the capital of Country T. Mission codename: 'Scavenger'. Repeat, activate recruitment order."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an equally calm response:
"Instructions confirmed. 'Ghost' identity verified. 'Security Bureau Recruitment Order' activated, instructions issued. Sharp Knife Team, assemble at point B7, Manchester, T Country within 24 hours. Mission codename: 'Scavenger'. Best wishes for a successful operation."