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

Chapter 1474 Heroic Scenes

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

The roar of the golden AK echoed continuously over the chaotic manor, the muzzle flashes particularly glaring against the night sky. Chen Jun's figure flashed rapidly at the entrance to the viewing platform, behind pillars, and along low walls, his movements as elusive as a ghost. He wasn't standing still and firing wildly; rather, while moving at high speed, he relied on his extraordinary battlefield awareness and muscle memory to perform incredibly precise short bursts and rapid single shots.

The bullets seemed to have eyes, precisely piercing the foreheads, throats, and chests of every militant who tried to peek out, aim, or charge. Along his path, militants fell in droves like stalks of wheat harvested by a sickle, their blood rapidly spreading across the luxurious floor. The screams, the thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground, the crisp clinking of spent cartridges—all intertwined to create a symphony of death.

One man, with just a gun, single-handedly suppressed the charge of dozens of ruthless bandits in the center of the platform, preventing them from advancing an inch!

Surrounded at the heart of the group, Duan Kun watched helplessly as his usually fierce and self-proclaimed elite guards fell one after another, as fragile as paper, under the cold and efficient slaughter of the Yan soldier. The hatred on his face was replaced by intense fear and disbelief, but then it was immediately covered by an even more frenzied killing intent.

"Kill him! Kill him! Whoever kills him, I...I'll give a reward of fifty million US dollars! Fifty million US dollars!" Ah Feng's voice was shrill and distorted with extreme fear and loss of control. He waved his arms and roared hoarsely, trying to incite his men's ferocity with the exorbitant reward. "Go! He's all alone! We'll run out of bullets eventually! We'll just pile him up and kill him!"

However, reality is harsh. Faced with Chen Jun's level of combat skill and near-predictive battlefield intuition, numerical superiority became a hindrance in the confined space. The crowded masses became the best targets, and Chen Jun always managed to make the most exquisite evasive maneuvers just before the bullets hit him, as if he could predict the trajectory of every bullet.

The magazine was emptied quickly.

Just as Chen Jun's finger pressed the release button and the empty magazine slid out, Lao Wen's deliberately lowered but barely concealed anxious voice came through the miniature headset:

"Boss! We've all safely retreated to the first rendezvous point! How's it going on your end? Get out of there quickly! Don't linger! Don't try to be a hero! Your wife repeatedly told you that she and the kids are waiting for you to come back safely! Don't forget that!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun, who was about to pick up a new magazine from a corpse at his feet, paused almost imperceptibly, and his lips twitched slightly.

Anran and her child...

Old Wen, this "dead end," does manage to pull out his "imperial sword" at crucial moments.

He was indeed getting carried away with the killing, reveling in the thrill of controlling life and death and eliminating the cancer. But the concern for his family was always the softest yet strongest string hanging in his heart.

In a flash, Chen Jun had already made his decision.

He rolled forward abruptly, dodging several blind-fired bullets, and grabbed a fully loaded magazine from beside the corpse on the ground. While his body was still rolling, his left hand had already completed a series of actions like a phantom: ejecting the magazine, loading a new one, tamping it, and cocking the rifle!

"Crack!"

With a crisp mechanical click, the new magazine was put into place.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chen Jun stood up, half-kneeling on the ground, and the golden AK roared angrily once again!

"Whoosh whoosh—!"

More concentrated and precise bullets rained down on the center of the platform, suppressing the enemies who tried to rush up and taking down several more.

"Run further away! Further away! Don't give them a chance to focus fire!" Chen Jun roared into his headset as he fired, his tone urgent but calm.

On the platform, Ah Feng saw Chen Jun's firepower intensify after changing magazines, and more men around him fell. He was so anxious he almost jumped up, fear and rage completely clouding his judgment: "Don't let him get away! Stop him! Whoever kills him, I'll reward them with a hundred million! A hundred million US dollars! I, Duan Kun, keep my word! Kill him!!!"

A hefty reward always attracts brave men. Some militants, who were initially intimidated by Chen Jun's terrifying marksmanship, turned red-eyed upon hearing the astronomical figure of "one hundred million," letting out beast-like howls. They rushed out from behind their cover, recklessly firing and attacking Chen Jun's direction!

However, in Chen Jun's eyes, their movements, reactions, and tactical coordination were as slow as snails, full of flaws.

Chen Jun fought and retreated, his figure moving nimbly through the hail of bullets, each trigger pull accompanied by the screams of the enemy. He quickly retreated to the edge of the viewing platform, where a small door led to a staircase outside the building.

He fired a final burst of fire, taking down the closest enemies, then whirled around, smashed open the small door, and vanished into the darkness outside the building.

"Chase him! Chase him quickly! He's escaped! Don't let him get away!" Duan Kun saw Chen Jun retreat and assumed that the enemy was out of ammunition or supplies or was out of strength. He was so excited that his face turned red, and he pointed at the small door and roared.

The remaining militants, like sharks smelling blood, roared and rushed out of the small door, descending the stairs and frantically chasing after the direction where Chen Jun had disappeared.

Chen Jun did not flee. After rushing out of the small door, he did not immediately go downstairs, but instead pressed himself against the shadow of the wall at the corner of the stairs, his breathing steady and his eyes sharp as an eagle.

The noisy footsteps and shouts of the pursuers drew rapidly closer.

Chen Jun silently counted down.

three.

two.

One.

Just as the first group of pursuers burst out of the stairwell and were exposed in the open space below—

As if by magic, Chen Jun's left hand pulled out the remote detonator that Lao Wen had given him from a lining of his tactical vest. His thumb steadily pressed the conspicuous red button!

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"Boom——!!!"

The first explosion did not come from the main building, but from the armory located on the west side of the manor, which was under the special care of Lao Wen and his team!

A bright orange fireball suddenly shot up, instantly illuminating half the night sky! A deafening roar made the entire earth tremble! Then, a chain reaction was triggered!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!!"

The load-bearing columns on the ground floor of the main building, the key support points of the drug-making workshops scattered throughout the area… all the pre-planted C4 explosives were detonated one after another! Violent explosions occurred one after another, and scorching flames bloomed brilliantly throughout the manor like flowers of hell! Broken building materials, furniture, and human remains were thrown high into the air by the violent blast waves, only to crash down heavily!

Thick smoke billowed, instantly engulfing most of the manor! The pungent smell of gunpowder, burnt smoke, and blood mingled together, making one want to vomit.

The armed men who had just rushed out of the stairs and were about to chase after Chen Jun were the first to be hit, torn to shreds by the shockwave and flying debris! Their screams were drowned out by the even louder explosion.

Amidst the towering flames and billowing smoke, Chen Jun emerged from the shadows around the corner of the stairs as if taking a leisurely stroll. He didn't even glance back at the apocalyptic explosion and wailing cries behind him.

He still held the remote control, which had already served its purpose, in his left hand, and held the golden AK horizontally in his right hand, pointing the muzzle at the few scattered figures that were vaguely visible in the thick smoke and had not been affected by the explosion.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The calm, steady, and precise bursts of fire, amidst the echoes of explosions and chaotic shouts, sounded exceptionally clear and deadly. Every enemy attempting to emerge from the smoke or flank from other directions was swiftly ended by this pinpoint shot from the Grim Reaper.

And so, with his back to the raging flames and the hellish landscape, he walked step by step, resolutely, toward the dark jungle on the outskirts of the manor. His right hand steadily fired, eliminating the last threat. His steps were unwavering, his shadow stretched long in the firelight, cold and aloof, yet carrying a chilling, all-encompassing composure.

The edge of the jungle, the first assembly point.

Lao Wen, You Junda, and all the "sharp knife" team members and strategic bureau personnel who had withdrawn earlier were all hiding behind the dense vegetation, nervously watching the direction of the manor.

When the first earth-shattering explosion rang out and the flames lit up the sky, everyone's spirits lifted.

Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget:

Against the backdrop of billowing smoke and leaping flames, a tall figure walked calmly toward them. The man seemed to have just put something down in his left hand, while his right hand held a gleaming golden rifle horizontally. With each steady step, short bursts of fire shot from the muzzle, and with each flash, a dark figure seemed to fall from the distant smoke.

He walked slowly, but each step was incredibly steady. He didn't look back at the devastating explosion and chaos behind him, as if it were just a grand fireworks display to mark his exit. His entire attention seemed focused on clearing the last obstacles in his path.

"Holy crap..." Old Wen's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, his tone filled with indescribable shock and...envy? "This is the level I've been striving for... Left hand presses the detonator, sending the enemy to their doom; right hand steadily fires, cleaning up the stragglers. Behind him are towering flames, beneath his feet are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, yet he walks home as if on a leisurely stroll... A true hero! So cool! Absolutely awesome!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

With a "whoosh," the figure that had been "strolling home" had already arrived at the edge of the jungle where they were hiding, moving at a speed far exceeding their visual estimation.

Then, Lao Wen felt an irresistible force coming from his buttocks!

"Ouch!"

He was kicked off the ground by Chen Jun and flew into the air, flailing his arms and legs as he crashed into the deeper bushes, completely disoriented.

At the same time, Chen Jun's cold voice, tinged with impatience, clearly reached the ears of him and all the team members around him who were suppressing their laughter:

"Didn't I tell you to take your men and run further away, and wait at the first rendezvous point? Are you going to squat here and take stray bullets? If you get injured, I'll have to carry you back! Are you deliberately trying to sabotage me?"

Old Wen lay prone in the bushes, grimacing and rubbing his sore buttocks, listening to Chen Jun's account. Then, recalling his own earlier heroic pronouncements, his face flushed and paled in turns, only one thought remaining in his mind:

Well, I've embarrassed myself again... But, boss, that swagger was fucking awesome! Taking that kick was worth it!