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

Chapter 1520 Support Personnel

"Chen Jun! How can you still laugh?!" Jiang Ling heard the clear laughter on the other end of the phone, his confusion and slight displeasure deepening. With the situation so tense and international pressure so high, how could this guy still be so relaxed?

Chen Jun's smile hadn't completely faded. He adjusted his posture and spoke with an almost relaxed, teasing tone: "Old Jiang, no wonder the former director used to say in private that you're capable enough, but sometimes... you need to tone down your vision and boldness a bit, because you tend to be hesitant and indecisive when doing things."

He paused, not giving Jiang Ling a chance to refute, and continued:

"What's there to be afraid of? Condemnation? Strong protest? Strong concern?"

Chen Jun's tone carried an undisguised sarcasm.

"How many years have the United States and its Western allies been playing these tricks? Turning black into white, calling a deer a horse, and wielding the big stick of public opinion—isn't this their old trick? When have we ever been afraid of their condemnation?"

His voice rose slightly, carrying a stern air.

"If they've got the guts, let them try to take action! Don't just rely on microphones and keyboards to be tough!"

Jiang Ling on the other end of the phone was taken aback by Chen Jun's words, and then, as if a memory had been triggered, he remained silent for two seconds.

"Yes, yes, yes... Back then, we were constantly 'strongly condemning,' 'solemnly protesting,' and 'urging the other side to stop its wrongdoings' in the news, but apart from diplomatic rhetoric, we didn't have many cards to play, and sometimes it was really frustrating. But now..."

His laughter became clearer over the phone, filled with a sense of triumph:

"The bleak autumn wind blows again today, but the world has changed! Haha!"

Chen Jun listened to Jiang Ling's laughter, but his expression remained unchanged, only the mockery faded and turned into a deep calm.

"Now it's their turn to 'severely condemn' and 'express serious concern'," Chen Jun continued, his tone flat. "How does it feel, Lao Jiang? Doesn't it feel better to hear them shouting angrily than to keep bottling up our own words?"

Jiang Ling's laughter subsided somewhat, but the ease in his tone remained: "It's much more refreshing. However, Chen Jun, just feeling good isn't enough. What are you planning to do next? The public opinion in South Vietnam and over at 'The Abyss' is already like this, so in terms of action..."

"Let them shout," Chen Jun interrupted him, his voice calm to the point of being cold. "Let them have their verbal battle. Right now, all they dare to do is talk. Take action?"

He chuckled softly, a laugh devoid of any warmth.

"It'd be best if they dare to make a move. Whichever hand they use, I'll bring my men and chop that hand off!"

His tone was resolute, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

"Now, our hacker unit's 'scalpel' is sharp enough, and the range and accuracy of our new missiles are enough to give them a hard time. In addition, the breakthrough in quantum computing is just around the corner... What we lack is not a 'reason' to take action, right? If they dare to deliver it to our doorstep, that's perfect."

Jiang Ling was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone. The iron will and sharp edge in Chen Jun's words shocked him, a man in the central leadership responsible for maintaining overall balance. He knew, of course, that the nation's strength was vastly different now, and that in certain areas, Yan had the confidence to face any challenge without fear. But…

“Chen Jun, I understand what you mean, and I know we have the confidence now.” Jiang Ling’s voice became serious and cautious again. “However, you must understand that our Yan country is ultimately a major power that advocates peaceful development and has established a responsible and reasonable image in the international arena. Sometimes, shouldn’t we also consider the means and methods we use… the sense of proportion and international perception? Being too aggressive may cause some intermediate countries to misunderstand, or even push the forces that could have been won over to the other side.”

"You're here again." Chen Jun's voice suddenly turned cold, tinged with impatience. "Old Jiang, peace isn't achieved through swallowing insults and making concessions step by step! It's built on strength, on the courage to fight, the ability to fight, and the skill to fight—on the deterrent power earned through battle, and the respect won through hard work! Constantly worrying about 'measures' and 'appearance' will only make others think you're weak and easily bullied, and they'll take advantage of you! The South Vietnam incident is the best example! If we had shown a sufficiently tough and unassailable stance from the beginning, would those demons have dared to be so unscrupulous?"

He clearly didn't want to dwell on this issue and directly changed the subject:

"Forget it, I won't argue with you about that. Let's talk about something practical. How's the support force I asked you to coordinate with the military? When will they arrive?"

This is his primary concern right now. The international uproar is a problem for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the propaganda department to handle. His battlefield is in the jungles and shadows of South Vietnam, his goal being to completely eradicate the "Abyss," this malignant tumor. Without reliable and sufficiently strong support, venturing deep into the enemy's long-established stronghold is far too risky.

Jiang Ling realized that arguing was pointless and immediately got back to the point: "Commander Ye personally approved your application, and it has the highest priority. The support team has already set off and is expected to arrive at your backup rendezvous point in South Vietnam around this evening."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat subtle:

"The team is led by your old subordinate. The military has directly mobilized... the core special operations unit of the 'hacker' base."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jun paused almost imperceptibly.

"Hacker base...former subordinates?"

Since he was ordered to establish the National Security Strategy Bureau and formally transferred the daily management and command of the "hacker" special operations base, which he had built and poured countless efforts into, to Zhan Xiage, he hadn't directly mobilized that most familiar and elite "shadow" unit for a long time. This time, the military actually sent this sharpest blade directly?

"Okay, I understand." Chen Jun's tone returned to calm, but there was a hint of something unusual in it—a mixture of anticipation and complex emotions for his old comrades and old unit who were about to arrive. "These people don't need any ceremonial welcome. I'll go back and prepare myself. The rendezvous method and confirmation signal will be the same as always."

"Understood. Be careful in everything," Jiang Ling finally instructed.

"Ah."

Chen Jun responded and hung up the phone decisively.

He put down the satellite phone, sat on the edge of the bed, and gazed out the window at the gray, early morning sky of southern Vietnam. His fingers tapped unconsciously on his knees.

The hackers are coming.

This means that the final countdown to the all-out attack on the "Abyss" stronghold is about to begin.

This also means that a tough battle is just around the corner.