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

Chapter 1538 Good News and Bad News

three days later.

Chen Jun stood by the window, gazing at the distant mountains shrouded in morning mist. The sunlight was gradually dispelling the fog, revealing the verdant outlines of the mountains. Everything was peaceful, as if nothing was about to happen.

The phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID—National Security Bureau, Jiangling.

He pressed the answer button.

"Chen Jun."

Jiang Ling's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement, even a touch of elation:

"Great news! Fantastic good news!"

Chen Jun didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

"South Vietnam has relented!" Jiang Ling's voice rose several octaves. "They agreed! They'll let us station troops there to assist with their domestic security affairs! Do you know how long we negotiated for this—we've finally got it!"

He laughed, his mouth twisted in a grotesque smile, and the laughter that came through the receiver sounded like that of a father who had finally awaited the birth of his child.

Chen Jun's lips curled up slightly.

He was not surprised by this result.

Three days ago, when he used those eyes to drive away the Western delegation, when he made the South Vietnamese leader lose even the courage to look him in the eye, when the two Westerners, one insane and the other fleeing in disarray—the outcome was already sealed. South Vietnam had no other choice. They could hesitate, they could delay, they could pretend they were still weighing their options, but ultimately, they could only accept reality.

He just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Three days. Faster than he had expected.

“Okay,” he said calmly.

Jiang Ling's laughter gradually subsided. A rustling sound came from the receiver, like documents being turned over. Then, his voice rang out again, but this time, the excitement was gone, replaced by a solemn tone:

"However, there is also bad news."

Chen Jun's brow twitched slightly.

"Those Westerners couldn't gain anything in South Vietnam, but they haven't given up." Jiang Ling's voice turned low. "I don't know what methods they used, but they incited the Indonesian side..."

He paused.

"Trouble has broken out."

Chen Jun's gaze sharpened slightly.

“They’re targeting our expatriates. They’re vandalizing shops, attacking Chinese people, and there are even reports of injuries and deaths.” Jiang Ling’s voice was filled with barely suppressed anger. “The Indonesian authorities are being ambiguous. They say they’ll handle it, but in reality they’re turning a blind eye. Those rioters are getting more and more arrogant, and the Chinese community is in a state of panic.”

Chen Jun didn't speak. His fingers tightened slightly as he gripped his phone.

"The nation has decided to evacuate its citizens from Indonesia," Jiang Ling continued. "Warships are being prepared, and an evacuation plan is being formulated. But..."

He paused.

"You are the director of the Strategic Bureau. You must investigate and handle this matter."

His voice turned serious:

"We need to know who is instigating this. We need to cut off that dark hand. We need to make those who think they can harm our compatriots at will pay the price."

Chen Jun remained silent for three seconds.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but every word seemed to have been pulled from an ice cellar:

"I see."

hang up the phone.

He stood still, motionless.

Outside the window, the morning mist had mostly dissipated, and sunlight shone on the verdant mountains. The scene was beautiful, but he could no longer see it.

Only one word remained in his mind.

Inkpad.

Overseas Chinese.

vandalism.

attack.

The temperature around his body seemed to be dropping rapidly.

An invisible, icy aura emanated from him, spreading outwards like a tide. There was no angry roar, no violent outburst in that aura—only a pure, condensed, almost tangible killing intent.

Footsteps came from the doorway.

Fan Tianlei walked in.

"Boss, whose phone call was that just now—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw Chen Jun's eyes, he inadvertently became the captain again.

The moment Lao Fan met Chen Jun's gaze, all the hairs on his body stood on end.

He shivered.

My knees buckled uncontrollably, and I almost collapsed to my knees.

God……

He quickly looked away, not daring to look in Chen Jun's direction again. Ever since he learned that Chen Jun could hypnotize people with his eyes, he had never dared to make eye contact with Chen Jun again. Every time he spoke, he would stare at Chen Jun's shoulders, chest, or even the ceiling—anything but his eyes.

Because he always felt that if he looked at her for even a second longer, she would get pregnant.

The temperature in the room seemed to be dropping further.

Then, Chen Jun's voice rang out. It wasn't loud, even calm, but each word carried a cold, razor-sharp quality:

"Tell me the details."

Fan Tianlei paused for a moment, then realized—this was a conversation over the phone. He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound normal:

"Um... Boss, what's going on? I just came in and didn't hear anything..."

Chen Jun turned around.

Fan Tianlei's gaze was fixed on Chen Jun's collar, not daring to move it even an inch.

Chen Jun didn't notice his strange behavior. He began to recount what Jiang Ling had just said. His tone was calm, as if he were reading an ordinary report, but with each word Fan Tianlei heard, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Inkpad. Overseas Chinese. Vandalism. Attack.

He knew all too well what those words meant when put together.

That was not a simple public order incident.

That is--

"I see."

Chen Jun's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I will head to Indonesia as soon as possible."

He paused, his gaze drifting to the window, towards that distant horizon where countless dangers and unknowns lurked:

"Contact the military and have them prepare warships to receive the overseas Chinese."

Fan Tianlei stood at attention: "Yes, sir!"

Chen Jun remained silent. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The murderous intent that had enveloped him receded like a tide. His eyes returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

But he turned and walked out of the room a little faster than usual.

……

In the courtyard of the garrison, He Chenguang was discussing something with several people. Wang Yanbing leaned against the wall, basking in the sun, Song Kaifei was maintaining weapons, and Xu Tianlong was looking down at his phone. Everything was so peaceful, so ordinary.

Then Chen Jun came out.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. Their eyes fell on Chen Jun's face, on his unusually calm expression.

Chen Jun stood still.

His gaze swept over everyone—He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, Song Kaifei, Xu Tianlong, and several members of the Strategic Bureau's elite task force: Lu Da, Zhang Tie, and several other familiar faces.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but every word was as clear as if etched into the air:

"Get ready."

He paused.

"Remove the ink pad."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

“They’re targeting our overseas Chinese again,” Chen Jun continued, his tone still calm, but everyone could sense the pressure beneath. “They’re smashing shops, attacking Chinese people. Someone is instigating this behind the scenes. The country has already begun preparing to evacuate its citizens.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze becoming somewhat distant:

"During World War II, those overseas Chinese donated a lot of money to our country. They saved every penny and sent it back to support the war effort and the country."

His voice lowered slightly:

"Now, they need us."

There was a moment of silence in the courtyard.

Then, everyone stood up.

No one spoke. No one asked why. No one asked when they would depart. They simply stood up, backs straight, their gazes fixed on Chen Jun, waiting for that one word.

He Chenguang's eyes sharpened. Wang Yanbing dropped his languid demeanor. Song Kaifei put down his weapon. Xu Tianlong put his phone in his pocket.

Then there were Lu Da and Zhang Tie—the leaders of the elite task force, two veterans who had proven themselves in countless operations. Something long suppressed ignited in their eyes.

Chen Jun looked at them.

“South Vietnam has agreed to station troops,” he said. “You will stay and be responsible for the follow-up coordination and deployment.”

Lu Da was taken aback.

Zhang Tie frowned slightly.

“This…” Lu Da opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end only managed a reluctant “Yes.”

Zhang Tie didn't speak, but his fists clenched.

They wanted to go. They wanted to be on the front lines. They wanted to be there for their compatriots when they needed them. But they also knew that South Vietnam was equally important. The newly reached troop deployment agreement needed someone to oversee it, someone to implement it, and someone to ensure that nothing went wrong.

They stayed because they had a more important task.

This is an order.

"Yes!" the two answered in unison, their voices filled with suppressed resentment and the obedience of soldiers.

Chen Jun nodded.

He didn't say anything more.

Ten minutes later.

Two SUVs drove out of the camp, kicking up a trail of dust, and sped off toward the airport.

Chen Jun sat in the back seat of the first car, gazing at the scenery rushing past the window. He Chenguang sat beside him, while Wang Yanbing drove. The second car carried Song Kaifei, Xu Tianlong, and several other elite members of the Strategic Bureau.

The wind blew in through the cracks in the car window, carrying a dry, slightly fishy smell.

No one speaks.

But everyone knows in their hearts—

This time, it's not a drill.

It's not a deterrent.

It is a real, necessary task.