MMB Chapter 1545 Garrison Plan, World Law Enforcers
Chapter 1545 Garrison Plan, World Law Enforcers
The night was as dark as ink, and the sea breeze howled.
Chen Jun stood in the shadow of the bridge, his gaze passing over the undulating waves and landing on the distant, faintly visible coastline of Indonesia. There, lights twinkled, and several cargo ships were moored in the harbor, two of which flew the five-star red flag. He could imagine that his compatriots were anxiously awaiting rescue, while the situation on shore was in complete chaos.
He glanced at the dock not far away, where Fan Tiankeng was dealing with the local police with a few people. He was smiling and offering cigarettes, explaining and stalling for time. Fan Tiankeng's face naturally had a kind of honest and simple look, and he was even more convincing as a professional actor. At this moment, he was patting his chest and assuring the police that "we are just doing normal resupply" and "we will absolutely abide by your country's laws," which made the policemen dizzy with flattery.
Chen Jun knew perfectly well that the sudden anti-Chinese wave that erupted in Indonesia was no accident.
Throughout history, this land has witnessed similar tragedies many times. Each time, innocent compatriots waited in despair, and each time, for various reasons, they could not receive timely and effective protection. Those bloody memories are like an unhealable scar, etched into the hearts of every Yan citizen.
Given the extreme targeting this time, Chen Jun was almost certain that the root cause lay with him.
What did he do in South Vietnam? He personally dismantled the Abyss Organization's stronghold there—a criminal group that had been entrenched for years, colluding with the local military and specifically targeting Yan's businesses and citizens. However, this also threatened the interests of too many people. What made certain forces even more uneasy was his forceful push forward with the troop deployment plan—to establish Yan's military presence in key sea areas and regions.
Whose nerve did this touch?
Beautiful Country.
That nation, which prides itself on being the "world's law enforcer," boasts hundreds of military bases around the globe, its warships roam freely, and its fighter jets patrol the skies. They can take action against any country at any time, in any place, for any reason. Yet, Yan, merely seeking to protect its citizens and interests overseas, is seen as a provocation and a threat.
Donglai had somehow appeared beside Chen Jun. This burly man, nicknamed "The Angry Lion of the Sea," was unusually quiet, his voice filled with disbelief: "What do you mean? Are you going to start a war? Against Indonesia?"
His gaze was fixed on Chen Jun, trying to read something from that calm face. The sea breeze tousled his hair, but it couldn't dispel the shock in his eyes.
Chen Jun did not answer directly, but spoke slowly, his voice sounding particularly calm in the wind: "I now have another identity, which you may not know—the director of the National Strategic Security Bureau."
Donglai paused, his brows furrowing even more deeply. The National Strategic Security Bureau—that was a legendary department, specializing in handling the most intractable and sensitive matters. The implications of Chen Jun's appointment to that position were self-evident.
“My goal,” Chen Jun paused, his gaze becoming even more profound, “is to station troops in Indonesia.”
"Holy crap?!"
Donglai's reaction was even more intense than he had imagined. This veteran captain, who had spent most of his life sailing the seas, was stunned, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He instinctively took a half-step back, then lunged forward, almost touching Chen Jun's face, and demanded, "Say it again? What plan? Garrisoning troops? Garrisoning troops in Indonesia?!"
In his mind, only the United States had the ability to station troops all over the world. Their aircraft carrier battle groups were mobile territories, their military bases were spread across every continent, and their troops could appear anywhere with a clear conscience, while Yan's warships were subject to all sorts of questioning and monitoring when they went to sea.
Chen Jun narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Donglai,” his voice suddenly became deep and powerful, “you are a lion of the sea. You have been at sea for so many years, you know better than I do. Why is it that even though our country is strong, we are still bullied everywhere? We have built one warship after another, and our economy is the second largest in the world, but our citizens overseas still have to swallow their anger when they encounter problems.”
He paused, then pointed to the brightly lit coastline in the distance: "Look there, those compatriots. Why are they so fearful? Because they know that if something happens, no one can protect them in time. How many people laugh at us for making patriotic films? They say we're indulging in wishful thinking, that we can only entertain ourselves at home. Why? Because we have no deterrent effect abroad!"
His voice gradually rose, drowning out the howling sea wind: "Including Indonesia, where I am now, why do they dare to plunder our wealth so brazenly? Why do they dare to bully our compatriots? Because they have someone backing them up, because they know that we are powerless to stop them!"
"Look at the United States," Chen Jun's voice turned cold. "If their citizens are wronged abroad, an aircraft carrier will immediately be dispatched, and fighter jets will take off immediately. They can take revenge at any time, intimidate at any time, and make any country pay the price at any time. Why?"
Donglai's fist clenched tighter and tighter, his nails almost digging into his flesh. He blurted out the three words, which seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Because of the garrison."
“That’s right!” Chen Jun turned around abruptly, staring at him with piercing eyes. “Because of military presence! They have military presence all over the world, and they even have the governments of the host countries support their armies! They are the world’s law enforcers, able to attack whomever they want and sanction whomever they want!”
His chest heaved violently, as if suppressing some immense emotion. After a moment, he took a deep breath, his tone becoming deep and firm: "I've figured it out. Perhaps our history values the doctrine of the mean, the principle of not standing out, and the prohibition of being a bad person. But being a good person is much harder!"
His voice echoed in the sea breeze, each word seemingly etched into the air: "We must be stronger than the bad guys, we must think more than them, we must be more powerful than them! Only in this way can we protect our compatriots and uphold our dignity!"
Chen Jun suddenly raised his voice, a voice that cut through the wind and was awe-inspiring: "Therefore, we must advance the garrison plan! Your shot is helping me to open up the situation!"
Donglai fell silent.
He gazed at Chen Jun's resolute face, which seemed particularly determined in the night, at the distant sea where a raging storm was about to erupt, and at the direction of his compatriots who were still waiting for rescue. The waves crashed against the ship's hull, producing a dull roar, as if urging something on.
After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with a fierce fire. He let out a low growl, a roar like a lion's: "Fine! If you want to fire, I'll fire! You make the decision, I'll follow suit!"
"Yes, this is the true raging lion of the sea. I admire you more and more, Captain Donglai."
On the deck, Donglai's mouth twitched violently. In the navy, no one had ever joked with such a serious and stern commander. Chen Jun had been joking with him ever since he was a lower-ranking officer, and he still did now that Donglai was a general.
A tragic fate!