Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1469 Strategic Bureau's First Convening Order

Outside the airport, the bustling traffic mingled with the humid, sweltering air. Chen Jun had just hung up that crucial phone call and stepped out of the phone booth less than thirty seconds later when an inconspicuous dark gray SUV with local license plates silently slid up to his side and came to a precise stop.

The car window rolled down, revealing Lao Wen's slightly tired but sharp-eyed face. "Boss, get in the car."

Chen Jun opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. The car immediately and smoothly merged into the traffic.

“We’ve found him,” Old Wen reported succinctly as he drove, his voice low even though they were the only two in the car. “'General,' his real name is Jiang Tianxiong, and he’s sixty years old. His background is pretty much what you guessed; he is indeed a descendant of the Nationalist army remnants who fled here years ago. His father, the first 'General Jiang,' used his early accumulated capital and ruthless methods to establish himself in this lawless mountainous region. Initially, he relied on smuggling and protection money, but later gradually shifted to the more profitable drug trade, establishing a drug trafficking network covering parts of the Golden Triangle. Ten years ago, the old 'General' retired from the drug trade, absconding to the United States with a huge sum of money, living the life of a wealthy man, and passing on his 'family business' here to his son, Jiang Tianxiong, who is now the 'General.'”

As Old Wen spoke, a smirk of undisguised sarcasm and disgust curled at the corner of his mouth: "This Jiang Tianxiong is even more greedy and arrogant than his father. Not only has he inherited and expanded drug production, but he's also trying to manufacture and traffic new types of drugs. What's most hateful is that he's teamed up with some greedy scoundrels in the country, the so-called 'White Wolves,' and is trying to establish a more covert and stable channel to smuggle large quantities of drugs into the country." He pulled a thin folder from his storage compartment and handed it to Chen Jun. "This is the preliminary information we can currently gather about Jiang Tianxiong himself, his armed forces deployment, major drug manufacturing sites, and suspected contacts within the country. Detailed intelligence and action plans should already be prepared by Company Commander You."

Chen Jun took the folder and quickly and attentively began to flip through it.

His gaze swept rapidly across lines of text and diagrams, the only sounds in the carriage the soft rustling of papers and the low rumble of the engine. As he learned more, the chill in Chen Jun's eyes deepened, eventually coalescing into a bone-chilling murderous intent.

"The first generation went to the United States to enjoy wealth and luxury, leaving behind this poison that has harmed countless compatriots..." Chen Jun closed the folder, his voice low and calm, yet it seemed to make the temperature in the car drop several degrees. "The second generation continues to 'carry forward' this tradition, and even wants to bring deeper poison back to their homeland. How many families have been torn apart, broken up, and killed because of these things you produce? Your 'generational' 'business' should come to an end."

His soliloquy echoed coldly in the closed carriage, like a final judgment.

The SUV drove away from the bustling city, the road gradually becoming rugged, and the scenery outside the window changed from modern buildings to dense tropical rainforests and rolling mountains. Chen Jun didn't speak again, put the folder aside, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes. He needed to conserve his energy and get into peak condition. A tough battle was coming.

Old Wen wisely kept silent, focusing on driving, only occasionally glancing at the rear through the rearview mirror.

Time passed in silence and amidst the bumps and jolts. After an unknown amount of time, the car finally left the main road and turned onto a secluded dirt road through the woods. After several twists and turns, it stopped in front of a clearing hidden by tall trees. In the clearing stood a bamboo house that looked quite old and somewhat dilapidated.

"Boss, we've arrived." Old Wen gently woke Chen Jun, who was pretending to be asleep.

Chen Jun opened his eyes, his gaze instantly regaining its clarity and sharpness. He pushed open the car door and stepped onto the soft ground. In front of the bamboo house, seven or eight figures were already standing. They wore combat uniforms suitable for jungle operations, and their faces were painted with camouflage paint, but their piercing eyes and upright posture revealed an aura of elite skill.

Seeing Chen Jun get out of the car, these people didn't make a loud noise, but their eyes instantly flashed with barely suppressed excitement and respect. They were the first core members of the "Sharp Knife" team, who had rushed from different parts of the country to assemble at top speed after receiving the "Security Bureau's summons": Wang Chao, Chen Zhi, Lin Chao, Xue Gao, Wang Hao…

"Boss!" the men called out almost simultaneously in low voices, their voices filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion and the excitement of being ready for battle.

Chen Jun's gaze slowly swept over each familiar face, each one made even more resolute by long-term arduous training and missions. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. He nodded: "Looks like you haven't had a moment's rest these past few months. Good spirits."

This simple affirmation made Wang Chao and the others stand taller and their eyes burn even brighter.

"You train your troops for a thousand days, but only for one." Chen Jun's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "The sweat you shed in peacetime is so that you can step up and win in the critical moment. Now, it's time to test your abilities."

Chen Jun didn't exchange many pleasantries outside. He briefly spoke with the team members, learned about their individual conditions and equipment, and then gestured to Lao Wen.

Old Wen immediately understood and led the way, the two heading straight for the bamboo building. The bamboo building looked dilapidated, but it actually concealed a secret: it was a secret security point and temporary command post established here by the Strategic Bureau in its early years.

Entering the bamboo building and passing through a hidden partition, the space suddenly opened up. A room, simply reinforced and shielded, appeared before us, serving as a temporary command center. In the center of the room was a large table made of bamboo, on which was laid a detailed military map. The map clearly marked with different colored markers the location of "General" Jiang Tianxiong's lair, the outer sentry posts, the armed personnel barracks, the drug-making workshop, and the main access roads.

Beside the table stood a middle-aged officer with a stocky build, dark skin, and sharp, hawk-like eyes. Upon seeing Chen Jun enter, he immediately stood at attention and gave a crisp, efficient salute, his movements displaying the characteristic competence of a veteran reconnaissance soldier.

Chen Jun returned the salute, stepped forward, and showed a rare, somewhat friendly smile: "Company Commander You, you've worked hard. At your age, you still traveled thousands of miles to do this kind of work in the mountains."

This man was You Junda, Chen Jun's former company commander in the reconnaissance company, an extremely experienced veteran reconnaissance soldier who was later recruited into the Strategic Bureau to be responsible for field intelligence support. He was mainly in charge of intelligence gathering and preliminary reconnaissance against the "General".

You Junda put down his hand, his face showing no signs of fatigue but rather some excitement. He lowered his voice and said, "Director Chen, please don't say that! This old body of mine is lucky to be able to move! Sitting in the office all day is so boring! Being able to come out and carry out a mission, especially with you, makes me feel full of energy!"

Chen Jun smiled and patted him on the shoulder, no longer being polite. He walked to the table, his gaze falling on the complex map: "How's the situation? Old Company Commander, tell me your plan."

You Junda's expression turned serious. He picked up a long, thin baton, pointed to several key points on the map, and began a clear and rapid report: "Based on our three days of close reconnaissance and nighttime drone footage, the target stronghold is heavily guarded, but not impenetrable. Their sentries, both visible and concealed, rotate every two hours, with approximately a fifteen-minute gap between shifts. Their patrol routes also have fixed blind spots. Our plan is to use the shift change at 2:00 AM tonight to infiltrate from three directions simultaneously: here, here, and here. The elite team will be divided into three squads, responsible for clearing the outer sentries, cutting off communications and power, and creating chaos to draw attention. Meanwhile, we discovered an abandoned drainage channel. Although narrow, it leads directly to a relatively secluded area inside the manor, which can serve as a route for a surprise attack..."

You Junda's explanation was professional and detailed, taking into account the enemy situation, our own situation, time, route, and backup plans, which clearly showed that he had done a lot of solid preliminary work.

Chen Jun listened attentively, nodding occasionally, his gaze following the movement of the command stick across the map. After You Junda finished explaining the initial plan, Chen Jun pondered for a moment before speaking, "The plan is feasible. The clearing, control, and creation of chaos on the perimeter will be handled by the elite team, under your unified coordination and command. They need this kind of practical training."

He paused, then pointed to the location of the central bamboo building on the map, representing the "general's" residence. His voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness:

"As for the 'general' inside..."

Chen Jun's eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp, like a drawn sword.

"give it to me."

“I will personally go and ‘pay a visit’ to this General Jiang, who has forgotten his ancestors and harms his compatriots.”