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

Chapter 1541 I'm here to pick you up

“Indonesian monkeys, huh? Release them, or you will all die.”

Chen Jun's voice was deep, as if it were being forced out from his chest. He stood at the alley entrance, blocking the sunlight behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The two men with inkpads turned around, saw the backlit figure, and froze.

Chen Jun's eyes were fixed on them, his gaze seemingly electrifying, making them afraid to look directly at him. The two men in the inkpad felt a sense of terror, an instinctive reaction, like monkeys encountering a tiger in the jungle, their only thought being to tuck their tails between their legs and run away.

The two exchanged a glance, let go of each other's hands, and turned to run away.

In that instant, Chen Jun moved.

He strode forward with astonishing speed. He reached out with both hands simultaneously, grabbing the backs of the two men's heads. Before they could react, their heads were already in his grasp, slamming against each other violently.

Click.

A muffled thud, like the sound of bones cracking, rang out. The two men's eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Chen Jun let go of their hands, didn't even glance at them, and turned to walk towards the corner of the wall.

The girl huddled there, clutching her younger brother tightly, trembling all over. She looked up, her face streaked with tears, her eyes wide open, staring at Chen Jun.

Chen Jun knelt down in front of her, his gaze fixed on her face. He softened his voice and said, "I am a soldier from Yan State, here to pick you up."

The girl was stunned.

She just stared at him, her eyes unblinking, as if afraid he would suddenly disappear. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

A few seconds later, she suddenly covered her face, squatted down, and started sobbing.

"I knew you guys might come... Waaaaah..."

Chen Jun didn't say anything, he just squatted there and looked at her.

The girl cried for a while, then looked up at Chen Jun blankly. Her eyes were red, tears were streaming down her face, and her voice was broken: "My dad told me that if we were in danger, I should take my younger brother and hide first, and that you would definitely come back."

Chen Jun nodded.

The girl continued, her voice even lower: "But, the internet says you might not come, after all, this isn't a movie shoot..."

Chen Jun's expression stiffened for a moment.

He looked at the girl in front of him, about fourteen or fifteen years old, her face still showing childishness, but her eyes already possessed something beyond her years. She squatted there, her clothes dirty and torn, her face covered in blood, and she was still clutching the handle of the kitchen knife tightly in her hand.

Chen Jun's expression softened. He reached out and gently patted the girl's head.

Then he stood up and picked up the little boy from the ground. The little boy had stopped crying; he was just staring blankly at him, his little hands clutching his clothes tightly.

Chen Jun lowered his head, looked at the child in his arms, and said gently, "Come on, I've come to take you home."

The girl suddenly burst into tears.

"You're still a bit too slow..." She squatted there, sobbing uncontrollably, "My dad, my mom, they've been murdered... Waaaaah..."

Chen Jun's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

His eyes seemed to transform instantly, filled with a coldness and ruthlessness that sent a chill down Old Fan's spine. Chen Jun stared at the girl and said, word by word, "Don't worry, if there's any grudge, we'll definitely take revenge."

He handed the child in his arms to Lao Fan.

Old Fan took the child and held him in his arms. The little boy was well-behaved, neither crying nor fussing, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Jun.

Chen Jun squatted down again, looked at the girl, and asked, "When did this start?"

The girl sobbed, wiped away her tears, and tried to calm herself down. She took a deep breath and said, "Three days ago."

Chen Jun looked at her.

“Three days ago, they went crazy and started attacking us…” The girl’s voice was still trembling, but she could already speak clearly, “First they smashed up the store, then they stole things, and then they beat people up… We hid in our house, and they broke down the door… My dad told me to take my younger brother and run… He himself…”

She couldn't continue.

Chen Jun was silent for a moment, then asked, "What's your father's name?"

The girl said, "Lin Jianguo."

Chen Jun nodded and memorized the name. He then asked, "How long have you lived here?"

The girl said, "I was born here more than ten years ago."

Chen Jun looked at her, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him. A child born and raised here, who thought she belonged here too, had everything changed overnight.

He stood up and extended his hand. The girl looked at him and offered her her hand. Chen Jun took her hand and helped her up.

The girl stood up, still holding onto his hand tightly.

Chen Jun said, "Let's go, I'll take you to a safe place."

The girl nodded, took Chen Jun's hand, and followed him forward. Old Fan followed behind, carrying the little boy on his shoulder, the boy's eyes fixed on Chen Jun.

The four of them walked out of the alley. Sunlight streamed in from the alley entrance, casting long shadows on the ground. The girl's feet rustled on the gravel. She was still sobbing as she walked, but she had stopped crying.

As the girl recounted her story, they walked through the alley and reached the corner.

The girl said that her father told her to take her younger brother and run away that day. She climbed out of the back window and hid in the pile of junk next door, watching as those men stormed into her house. She heard her mother shouting and her father roaring, and then there was silence. She hid there for a day and a night, too afraid to come out, until she was so hungry that she took her brother out to find food. They hadn't been out long when they encountered the two men from before.

Chen Jun listened without stopping, but tightened his grip on the girl's hand.

The alley ended, and at the corner, stood five or six people.

They were all young men with dyed yellow hair, dressed in flashy clothes, and carrying knives and sticks. They blocked the road, cursing in the local language, the meaning of which was unclear. When they saw Chen Jun and his group come out, their eyes lit up, and they surrounded them.

One of the blond-haired men pointed at Chen Jun with a stick and mumbled something incoherently.

Chen Jun stopped in his tracks.

He let go of the girl's hand, turned his head, looked at her and said, "Follow Lao Fan, I have some things to take care of."

The girl was very sensible; she nodded and let go of his hand, walking to Lao Fan's side. Lao Fan held the child in one arm and protected her with the other, standing to the side.

The girl didn't leave immediately. She stood there, constantly turning back to look at Chen Jun in his military uniform.

At this moment, Chen Jun seemed like a completely different person.

He stared at the five or six blond-haired men, his gaze as cold as a knife. The men felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but relying on their numbers, they still surrounded him. One of the blond-haired men took two steps forward and pointed his stick at Chen Jun's chest.

Another blond-haired man, speaking broken Mandarin, shouted, "Hand over all your valuables!"

Chen Jun remained silent.

These Indonesian monkeys who hate the Yan people are just like that; they only want to take advantage of the situation to rob. All this talk of hatred and targeting is just an excuse; deep down, they just want to steal, to plunder, and to vent their anger on the weak. Now that they see Chen Jun alone, they think he's easy to bully and want to come and make a quick buck.

Chen Jun remained silent.

He simply looked at them, his gaze sweeping over each of their faces. The group of blond-haired men felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, exchanged glances, and then took another step closer.

The blond-haired guy with the stick got impatient, cursed, and swung the stick down at Chen Jun's head.

Chen Jun did not dodge.

He acted immediately, grabbing the opponent's stick with a whoosh, and with a bang, smashed the opponent's head open.

ah ah ah...

Screams echoed through the alley!