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

Chapter 1510 Murderous Intent

Wang Chao's chest heaved violently. This tough veteran, who patrolled the icy and snowy land of minus thirty degrees Celsius in northern Xinjiang and remained unfazed in the face of blizzards and border frictions, felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, burning his eyes until they turned red.

He wasn't afraid; he was angry, anxious, and deeply remorseful!

Lu Da! Zhang Tie! Those two bastards! When they came back to hand over the intelligence, they casually mentioned that the director had sent them to repair the car, saying that the director had other arrangements and that it was very safe, and that they should go into hiding as planned.

And what was the result? Their so-called "safety" meant the bureau chief standing alone, facing hundreds, even thousands, of desperate criminals driven mad by the bounty! Facing rocket launchers! Facing mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Is that what they call safety?!

Wang Chao wished he could drive back right now, find those two guys, and punch each of them ten times!

Just as Wang Chao was becoming increasingly anxious and almost unable to contain himself, a familiar figure silently emerged from the shadows on the side of the hotel. It was Chen Jun! He carried that heavy-looking military duffel bag on his shoulder, and his movements were still agile, but the strong smell of blood and gunpowder emanating from him could be clearly smelled even from a distance.

Wang Chao quickly started the car and silently slid to Chen Jun's side. Chen Jun opened the car door, threw his luggage bag into the back seat, and quickly got in himself.

"Director! Are you alright?!" Wang Chao asked again as he shifted gears and drove the car away from the troublesome area, glancing worriedly at Chen Jun in the rearview mirror.

Chen Jun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and simply gave a soft "hmm".

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to talk about his injuries, Wang Chao finally couldn't hold back his words any longer and burst out. While driving, he kept his voice down, his tone filled with anger and lingering fear: "Chief! Those two bastards, Lu Da and Zhang Tie! They came back without explaining anything! They just said you told them to fix the car! Fix the car?! Do they even know what you went through here all by yourself?! Is this something that can be fixed by fixing a car?! I just took a quick look, there are at least eighty to a hundred dead assassins!"

“I was the one who sent them back.” Chen Jun opened his eyes, interrupting Wang Chao’s agitated accusations, his voice calm and even. “Their mission was to repair the car and, according to the original plan, infiltrate and establish intelligence points. Drawing fire and muddying the waters was part of my plan all along. Telling them the details would only increase their risk of exposure and disrupt their infiltration rhythm; it would serve no other purpose.”

Wang Chao was speechless at Chen Jun's calm, almost cold, explanation. He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "But we can't let you take the risk alone," but looking at Chen Jun's matter-of-fact expression, as if facing thousands of troops alone was just part of his daily work, all the words stuck in his throat.

“…But, boss,” Wang Chao’s voice lowered, trembling slightly, “you alone…are taking on so many assassins? What should we do next? The people from ‘Abyss’ have already appeared; we definitely can’t stay here any longer.”

Chen Jun closed his eyes again, seemingly genuinely exhausted. He remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking, his tone devoid of emotion, even bordering on...indifference?

"Cold salad."

Wang Chao was taken aback: "Huh?"

“Literal meaning.” Chen Jun shifted to a more comfortable position. “First, find a place to shower and change into clean clothes. Then find a new place to stay. Let them look for it if they want.”

He paused, a different meaning creeping into his tone: "However, now is a good opportunity. Using this as an excuse, we can 'openly and legitimately' meet the leader of Southern Vietnam."

Wang Chao was taken aback again, then quickly realized what Chen Jun meant by "the boss of South Vietnam," which naturally referred to the highest-ranking figures in the South Vietnamese authorities. He tentatively asked, "Does the director mean to exert pressure through diplomatic or official channels? To request a meeting?"

“You can apply and try.” Chen Jun kept his eyes closed. “Our country is powerful now, and its influence is undeniable. I, a high-ranking military officer of Yan, was subjected to such a large-scale, organized attack, even involving heavy weapons, in broad daylight in your South Vietnamese capital. Your South Vietnamese authorities must provide an explanation for this and guarantee my safety. Otherwise, it will be a serious diplomatic incident, and could even be interpreted as a provocation against Yan.”

As Wang Chao listened, his eyes gradually brightened. His previous worry and frustration were replaced by the confidence of a soldier from a great power: "Yes! Director, you're right! In East Asia, although there are still some opportunists swaying back and forth, everyone with eyes can see who the real decision-makers are! If our Yan country takes a firm stance, those clowns will eventually have to obediently compromise, won't they? South Vietnam must deal with this matter seriously and give us an explanation!"

Chen Jun nodded slightly, acknowledging Wang Chao's words. This was the confidence that came with strength and status. Often, overt strategies are more effective than covert ones.

The two men spoke in hushed tones, analyzing the situation and possible course of action. Wang Chao drove nimbly through the gradually awakening city streets, finally entering a relatively quiet residential area with ordinary-looking buildings, and stopping in front of an inconspicuous apartment building. This was one of several temporary security outposts set up by the National Security Bureau in the South Vietnamese capital; only those with the highest authority knew its exact location and access method.

The car came to a stop, and Chen Jun got out with his luggage. Wang Chao quickly followed.

When they entered a unit on the first floor of the apartment building, Lu Da and Zhang Tie, who had been notified and returned in advance, were already waiting in the living room. When they saw Chen Jun push open the door, and especially when they saw his disheveled appearance—although he had changed his coat, it was still hard to hide his disheveled state, and dark red bloodstains could even be faintly seen on his clothes underneath—the two were so shocked that they jumped up from the sofa!

"The bureau chief?!"

“You…you are…”

The two men's faces turned deathly pale instantly, just like Wang Chao's reaction earlier, and they instinctively wanted to step forward to check.

"Go away!"

Wang Chao stepped in front of Chen Jun, slapping away Lu Da's outstretched hand without hesitation. His eyes widened, and he roared angrily, "You two still have the nerve to stand here?! Repairing cars?! You almost got the bureau chief blown to bits by a rocket launcher while repairing cars?! You nearly destroyed the entire hotel?! Do you know how many people have died outside?! If anything happens to the bureau chief, you two will bear the brunt of the blame! You'll be the sinners!"

Lu Da and Zhang Tie were thoroughly berated by Wang Chao, their faces flushed red with shame, unable to lift their heads. They had only known that the bureau chief had a plan to draw fire, but they never imagined the situation would be this intense and dangerous! Seeing Chen Jun's current state and hearing Wang Chao's words, they realized how foolish and negligent their previous "downplaying" had been!

"Director...we...we..." Lu Da stammered, trying to explain, but didn't know where to begin.

"Alright." Chen Jun waved his hand, interrupting the awkward and tense atmosphere. He casually placed his bag in the corner, his face still expressionless, as if he hadn't just experienced a life-or-death struggle.

"I'm hungry." Chen Jun glanced at the clock on the wall. After a whole night of tossing and turning, it was already eight or nine in the morning. "Let's go out to eat. It's on me. Let's find a decent restaurant to calm our nerves."

Lu Da and Zhang Tie looked at each other, then at Wang Chao, who was still angry, and finally turned their gazes to Chen Jun.

"Director, your injury..." Zhang Tie asked cautiously.

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Chen Jun had already turned and walked towards the inner room. "Wait for me to change my clothes."

A few minutes later, Chen Jun came out dressed in clean casual clothes. Apart from his slightly pale face, a hint of fatigue in his eyes, and some small scratches on his exposed wrists and neck, he looked no different from an ordinary tourist. He even straightened his collar in front of the mirror.

"Let's go." Chen Jun took the lead and walked towards the door.

Although Wang Chao was still angry, Chen Jun had spoken, so he could only glare at Lu Da and Zhang Tie before following them. Lu Da and Zhang Tie also hurriedly followed, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

The four men boarded a less conspicuous van that Lu Da and his companions had prepared. At Chen Jun's suggestion, Wang Chao drove to a well-known and relatively elegant Yan-style restaurant in the city center. According to Lu Da, the food there was authentic, and many Yan-style businessmen and tourists in southern Vietnam enjoyed dining there.

Sure enough, the restaurant was filled with the familiar aroma of food, and it was quite busy with customers, creating a lively atmosphere. Chen Jun seemed to be in a much better mood; the coldness on his face had softened. He ordered several signature dishes and a pot of tea.

The food was served, and it looked and smelled delicious. Chen Jun picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly. Wang Chao and the other two ate with him, but the atmosphere was still a little awkward. Wang Chao would occasionally glance at Lu Da and Zhang Tie.

Chen Jun seemed oblivious to all of this; he even commented on the taste of the dishes and said a few words about the food culture of southern Vietnam.

However, just as this seemingly peaceful, even somewhat ordinary, lunch was halfway through—

Chen Jun, who was picking up food with his head down, paused almost imperceptibly.

His fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the chopsticks.

coming.

That needle-sharp aura, mixed with cold malice, once again coiled around him silently like a venomous snake. Although it was faint and insidious, trying to blend into the surrounding noise and aroma of food, it still couldn't escape his extremely keen perception through his "hacker space."

murderous look.

Moreover, there was more than one.

Right here in this seemingly ordinary restaurant, amidst the bustling crowd of diners.

Chen Jun's eyes, hidden behind his lowered eyelids, instantly turned icy cold. He continued chewing his food without showing any emotion, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

But in my heart, the highest level of alarm had already been sounded.

It looks like this meal won't be enjoyed properly.