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

Chapter 1535 A Show of Force

Chen Jun ignored the two "sinkholes" echoing each other. He leaned back in the back seat of the SUV, closed his eyes, and said calmly:

"Go back and rest first. We'll meet with that South Vietnamese delegation tomorrow."

Fan Tianlei and Lao Wen exchanged a glance. That glance conveyed a complex mix of emotions—doubt, anticipation, and a hint of resignation: "Since the boss has said so, let's just wait and see what happens."

Fan Tianlei started the car, and the SUV slowly drove away from the cluster of buildings that still reeked of blood in the twilight. Outside the car window, the foreign sky was gradually darkening, the distant mountains became silhouettes, and occasionally a few lights would light up from the direction of the village, faint and lonely.

Old Wen sat in the passenger seat, and after a while, he couldn't help but speak:

"Old Fan, what do you think... will happen tomorrow?"

Fan Tianlei gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, a slow smile spreading across his lips. It was a smile that was somewhat mischievous, somewhat expectant, like that of an audience member who knew the plot in advance.

“I have a feeling,” he said, “that the American delegation is going to have a bad time.”

Old Wen turned his head to look at him: "Why?"

Fan Tianlei glanced at him, his eyes carrying a sense of self-assurance that said, "Is this even a question?"

“I know Director Chen.”

He paused, then emphasized:

"If he's confident in something, there's absolutely no problem with it."

Old Wen rolled his eyes and scoffed:

"I thought you had some amazing deduction. Is that all?"

He mimicked Fan Tianlei's tone and said slowly:

"Then I can also tell you—the other side will definitely agree to station troops for us."

Fan Tianlei paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. The laughter echoed in the carriage, easing the heavy atmosphere somewhat.

In the back seat, Chen Jun remained motionless with his eyes closed, his breathing steady and long, as if he were asleep. He ignored the banter between the two "hidden dragons and phoenix chicks" and did not participate in their speculations and expectations.

He was truly exhausted. The battle with the bio-warriors, the thrilling infiltration of the Abyss base, and that precise and violent counterattack—it wasn't just his physical strength that was depleting him; something deeper was taking its toll, and he was entering a period of maladjustment.

He needs rest.

Even just closing your eyes is enough.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Chen Jun was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Boss! Boss!"

Fan Tianlei's voice came through the door, filled with barely suppressed anger and anxiety:

"Look at this!"

Chen Jun opened his eyes. He had been lying there for less than six hours, and although his physical fatigue hadn't completely subsided, he was fully conscious. He got up and opened the door.

Fan Tianlei stood outside the door, holding up his phone, the screen still lit. His face was ashen, his brows furrowed, as if he had just swallowed a live fly.

“Boss,” he handed over the phone, his voice trembling slightly with anger, “you have to teach that American delegation a lesson!”

Chen Jun took the phone and looked down at the screen.

It was a news page. The accompanying photo showed a group of foreigners in suits standing in front of microphones, their expressions arrogant, their eyes fixed directly on the camera. The headline was eye-catching, in bold, large font:

[A delegation from the United States held a press conference in the capital of South Vietnam: Yan is an invader and a global enemy, and must be severely punished]

Chen Jun swiped the screen, quickly browsing the news content. The words were blunt, even blatant provocation. They said that Yan's military presence on the South Vietnamese border was illegal and a gross violation of sovereign rights. They said Yan was attempting to alter the regional order and undermine peace and stability. They said the international community must unite to jointly sanction this global enemy.

Public enemy! You bastard!

Fan Tianlei, standing nearby, said angrily, "Damn it, they just arrived yesterday and are already holding a press conference today, spouting this nonsense in front of so many media outlets! What do they mean by 'invader'? What do they mean by 'global enemy'? Don't they have any idea why we're stationed here?!"

He caught his breath and continued cursing, "And that sanctions—sanctions my ass! Did our Yan country get to where it is today because of sanctions? The more sanctions we have, the stronger we become; the more blockades we face, the more arrogant we become. Don't they have eyes to see that?!"

Chen Jun handed the phone back to him, his expression unchanged.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Drive.”

Fan Tianlei was stunned for a moment: "Go...go to the Presidential Palace?"

Chen Jun nodded.

Fan Tianlei took a deep breath and nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

……

The off-road vehicle drove through the streets of the capital of South Vietnam, slowly heading towards the presidential palace located in the city center.

Chen Jun looked out the car window at the street scene. This was his second time here in a short period of time. Last time, he had used evidence to silence a middle-aged military officer, who retreated in disgrace. This time, the situation was completely different—with the support of the American delegation, those people had probably regained their arrogant attitude.

The car stopped in front of the Presidential Palace.

Chen Jun got out of the car.

He was greeted by a familiar face—the middle-aged military officer. He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his chest adorned with medals, and stood on the steps, looking down at Chen Jun. A smile played on his lips, a smile that looked standard and professional, but anyone who saw it at a glance could tell that it was fake, contrived, and a mere facade.

Last time, he was rendered speechless by Chen Jun's evidence and could only slink away in silence. This time, he stood up straight, his chin slightly raised, like a dog that had finally found its master to back it up and was now raising its tail again.

“General Chen,” he began, his voice drawn out with a deliberately affected tone, “Welcome—”

He extended his hand, making a gesture as if to shake hands.

Chen Jun did not reach out.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged officer's face. His gaze was calm, devoid of any emotion, even indifferent.

But beneath that calm surface, something is silently stirring.

Chen Jun only glanced at him once more.

Just one glance.

But in that instant, a certain force emanated from the depths of his pupils, like invisible tentacles, traversing a mere few meters and precisely piercing into the middle-aged officer's eyes.

Hacker hypnosis – activated at close range.

The middle-aged officer froze.

The smile on his face froze at the corner of his mouth, like a torn painting. His hand remained outstretched, but had begun to tremble slightly. His eyes were fixed on Chen Jun's eyes, unable to look away, unable to close them, unable to look away.

What did he see?

He himself couldn't explain it clearly.

Is it hell? Is it a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood? Are countless pairs of unseeing eyes staring at him? Or is it something more terrifying, more abstract, and more indescribable—like being stared at by a demon awakened from the beginning of time, like standing on the edge of an abyss looking down, only to find that the abyss is also looking up at you?

He didn't know why he had this feeling; it was like watching The Ring and then falling asleep in front of the TV.

His hair stood on end, from head to toe.

driven to distraction.

He couldn't say a word.

Beside him, Fan Tianlei watched the scene coldly. Although he didn't understand what Chen Jun had done to make the other party lose his composure like this, Old Fan felt very satisfied.

"Watch your attitude," Lao Fan muttered as he passed by the other party.

The middle-aged officer did not respond.

He was no longer able to respond.

He stood frozen in place, watching Chen Jun walk past him with steady steps and unwavering eyes, step by step entering the gates of the presidential palace that had once made him so arrogant.

According to the original plan, he should have stopped Chen Jun here, said a few words to intimidate him, and embarrassed him. According to the original script, with the support of the US delegation, he should have been confident and assertive, letting this general from Yan Country know what it means to be different now.

But at that moment, he couldn't say anything.

He didn't even dare to look up at Chen Jun's back again.

He stood there, his collar soaked with cold sweat, his legs still trembling slightly.

He lost his composure.

It didn't even last three seconds.

"What the hell? Why am I having this feeling? Is this some kind of illusion?"

Even after Chen Jun stepped into the conference hall, he was still muttering to himself.

"General Chen, welcome."

Inside the hall, the South Vietnamese leader first looked at the welcoming officer at the door with surprise, wondering why the officer seemed to have been acupunctured and let Chen Jun in like that.

Of course, a leader is a leader; he reacted quickly and immediately stood up to warmly welcome Chen Jun.

Chen Jun ignored the other party and glanced at the several Western-looking people in the conference hall.

At the same time, the Westerners' gazes also fell on Chen Jun, their eyes filled with undisguised hostility and provocation.

"Oh, little brother, what do you mean by this?"

Chen Jun sneered, then suddenly looked at the South Vietnamese leader and said, "I gave you time to consider. Did you bring these Westerners here just to intimidate me?"