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

Chapter 1551 Testing the Yan Kingdom's Attitude: A Fierce Tiger Arrives at the Door

The dock reeked of blood, mingling with the salty smell of the sea breeze to create a nauseating odor. Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground, their blood spreading across the gray cement, forming horrifying dark red streams. The uniforms of the law enforcement officers were soaked in blood, their pale faces frozen with the terror of their impending death, their eyes wide open as if they had died with their eyes open in disbelief.

He Chenguang and his brothers scattered around the overseas Chinese, maintaining order while vigilantly observing the surroundings. However, their gazes kept drifting in the same direction: the figure who had just finished fighting and was confronting the fat police chief. That figure was as upright as a mountain, showing no panic even amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Wang Yanbing couldn't help but break the silence: "Elegant, so elegant! Look at the boss's movements, his positioning, the rhythm of his shooting, it's like he's dancing. He's turned killing into an art."

His comrades nearby laughed when they heard this.

"Lactic acid bacteria, you'll never learn that. You're too immature. You have to shout a couple of slogans before you fire. The boss always just goes straight to the point and doesn't say a word more."

He Chenguang rolled his eyes, but a smile played on his lips: "Come on, who is the boss? He's already returned to simplicity. Do you know what returning to simplicity means? It means killing people without them even realizing it. It looks effortless, but every shot hits the mark. It's way better than your street shooting skills. It's not even in the same league."

"Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm not even worthy of carrying your shoes when it comes to marksmanship, boss. I'm just wondering, how did you develop such marksmanship? We practice every day too."

"Talent, do you understand?" another teammate interjected. "Some things are innate, you can't envy them."

Everyone burst into laughter again.

Li Erniu grinned憨厚ly, revealing a set of white teeth, "We're just bodyguards, we can't compare to the boss. The boss has real skills, we're just errand runners, it's good enough if we can do our errands well."

“Erniu is right,” He Chenguang chimed in, his gaze shifting from Chen Jun in the distance to everyone present. “We just need to do our own jobs. Our leader is risking his life in front, and we’re protecting the overseas Chinese from behind. That’s the greatest contribution. Everyone, pull yourselves together and stop just watching the show.”

Everyone nodded, their gazes turning once more towards Chen Jun's direction, where his figure still stood tall and imposing, like a mountain, like a war god.

……

The fat sheriff collapsed to the ground, now nothing more than a pathetic creature utterly crushed by the fear of death. His face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his lips were purple.

Chen Jun stood before him, the gun pressed against his head. The cold metallic touch made every breath feel like torture for the fat sheriff. He felt his heart was about to leap out of his chest, each beat like a hammer blow.

"Spare...spare me..." The fat police chief's voice was broken and choked with sobs, "I was just following orders...to use your Yan country's terms, I'm a man of the underworld, I have no choice...I was sent here by my superiors, I had no choice...I'm just a nobody, please, please let me go..."

Chen Jun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. He pressed the muzzle of his gun against the other man's head. The force was not strong, but it made the fat police chief stiffen all over, even his breathing stopped, as if he had been frozen in place.

"You've been reading too many Gu Long novels, haven't you?" Chen Jun's voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine, like a winter wind brushing against the skin. "In the world of martial arts, you're not in control of your own destiny? Fine, then call the person behind you right now, and I'll listen in."

The fat sheriff paused for a moment, a look of confusion flashing in his cloudy eyes. Then, as if grasping at a lifeline, he nodded repeatedly. His hands trembled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, his hands shaking so badly that he almost dropped it several times.

Chen Jun watched him quietly, the gun never leaving his head, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

Finally, the call connected, and a beeping tone came from the receiver.

Before the fat police chief could speak, Chen Jun grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.

A calm, official-sounding voice came from the other end of the phone, unhurried and deliberate: "Presidential Palace, what is it?"

Chen Jun smiled slightly, a smile as cold as ice, his eyes devoid of any warmth: "Not bad, so it was the Presidential Palace that was testing my attitude."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice became wary and noticeably raised in pitch: "Who are you?"

Chen Jun did not answer his question, but simply said in a calm but unquestionable voice: "Make arrangements, I need to see your leader."

There was silence on the other end of the phone again. After a long while, the voice finally said, "Wait a moment."

Chen Jun could hear light footsteps and the sound of a chair being moved on the other end of the phone, followed by hushed whispers. He waited quietly, his face expressionless, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, like a beast poised to pounce.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room of the Indonesian Presidential Palace was so tense it was almost frozen.

The spacious conference room was filled with smoke, and the long table was surrounded by high-ranking military and government officials, all of whom looked rather grim. However, no one was in the mood to look at them.

The secretary who answered the phone covered the receiver, turned around, and looked at the head of the table.

“Chief,” the secretary’s voice trembled slightly, his throat dry, “it is…it is that Yan Kingdom general, he wants to see you.”

The other party found out?

The conference room was deathly silent.

Everyone stopped what they were doing; even the smokers forgot to remove their cigarettes from their lips, ash falling and leaving gray marks on the table. Everyone looked at each other, unsure what to do.

They were trying to test whether Chen Jun's side was a docile cat or a fierce tiger, but instead, the fierce tiger came knocking on their door!

"Let him come over. This is Yan Kingdom's stance; we can't escape it. Since we have to face it, let's face it."

The secretary nodded, took a deep breath, and said into the microphone, "Okay, I'll send a car to pick you up. However, I have one condition: you can only come alone."

A cold voice came from the other end of the phone, devoid of any emotion, so calm it was frightening: "No need, I'll go alone, but I have my own car."

The secretary paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the head of the organization. The head of the organization frowned slightly, but ultimately nodded and waved his hand.

“Okay,” the secretary said.

Chen Jun hung up the phone and casually tossed it back to the fat police chief. The phone hit the chief, bounced, and landed on the ground.

He put away his phone, glanced down at the fat sheriff still sprawled on the ground, said nothing more, and turned to leave. The fat sheriff, as if granted a pardon, lay there panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat, looking as if he had been pulled out of water.

As Chen Jun walked back to the dock, passing by He Chenguang and the others, he suddenly saw them standing in a neat row, like soldiers being inspected, giving him a thumbs-up. Each of them wore an expression that said, "Boss, you're awesome!" their eyes filled with admiration and pride.

Wang Yanbing gave two thumbs up, his face beaming with joy. Li Erniu grinned sheepishly, raising his thumb the highest. Even the usually serious He Chenguang smiled and nodded at him.

Chen Jun paused, looking at these guys with a mixture of anger and amusement.

"Don't give me that crap," he snapped, but there was no real anger in his voice, only helplessness. "Keep the order up and stop acting like a fool. I need to go see their leader."

He Chenguang's smile faded, and he said seriously, his eyes becoming earnest: "Boss, are you going alone? Should we send a few people with you, just in case..."