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

Chapter 1492 Fanatic Believer

The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly, filled with an atmosphere of lewdness and astonishment.

The middle-aged man known as Lin Zhan, with his bare upper body and bulging muscles, froze at the sudden intruder.

The woman beneath him, whose eyes had been glazed over, didn't even have time to scream before Chen Jun delivered a swift and decisive chop to the side of her neck, causing her to collapse limply to the side, unconscious.

"Who...who are you?! Why did you barge into my room?!" Lin Zhan blurted out in initial panic, but he quickly recognized Chen Jun's face, which wasn't entirely unfamiliar within certain circles. His pupils contracted sharply, and his voice changed, "General Chen...General Chen?!"

General Chen Jun's boots stomped silently on the soft carpet, yet the oppressive aura he exuded caused the room's temperature to plummet. He glanced at the woman he had knocked unconscious, then fixed his gaze back on Lin Zhan, a cold, devoid of any warmth curling at the corner of his lips.

“Lin Zhan… Lin Sicong’s older brother. Very good, you know me, that saves a lot of trouble.” Chen Jun’s voice was not loud, but it carried a metallic, oppressive quality. “Tell me about the ‘Abyss’.”

The panic on Lin Zhan's face receded like the tide, replaced by an almost pathological calm, even a hint of mockery slowly emerging. He slowly straightened up, and despite being shirtless, he seemed to have regained some strange confidence as he faced the fully armed and menacing Chen Jun.

"General Chen... you truly live up to your reputation, finding me here so quickly." Lin Zhan's tone carried an unsettling, affected nonchalance. "You're investigating the 'Abyss,' aren't you? Tsk tsk, commendable courage. However, even if you are a general of Yan Kingdom, wielding power... this time, you've crossed the line."

Chen Jun's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. He had seen many desperados, ambitious individuals, and even brainwashed terrorists, but someone like Lin Zhan, who, despite being at a complete disadvantage, seemed to possess some higher truth and instead showed him, the intruder, both pity and mockery, was truly rare. This confidence, or rather, fanaticism, came inexplicably and possessed an eerie quality.

He brandished the military knife in his hand, a blade devoid of any luster yet radiating a deadly chill. The blade traced a subtle arc in the dim light. The meaning was clear: Do you think your mystical stuff is more effective, or is the knife in my hand faster?

However, Lin Zhan seemed oblivious to the deadly threat that was right before his eyes. He saw Chen Jun frown and remain silent, and as if he had received some kind of confirmation, the mockery on his face deepened, even taking on a kind of fervent, preaching quality.

"Chen Jun, I know you. A genius of Yan Kingdom, rising like a rocket, with illustrious military achievements and a promising future." Lin Zhan's voice rose slightly, carrying a strange tone that blended seduction and contempt. "But genius... is nothing before true gods! Like ants gazing at the stars! Your Yan Kingdom's proud civilization, power, and order are equally vulnerable before the coming new era! Only by surrendering, only by embracing the abyss, can you find salvation, can you... survive in this torrent!"

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes glazed and empty, as if he were truly preaching some sacred doctrine to lost sheep. His bare torso at that moment didn't look like that of a gang leader indulging in pleasure, but rather like that of a fanatical "saint" immersed in his own world.

"Gods? New Era? Conversion?" Chen Jun repeated these words in a low voice, his eyes almost freezing cold. He suddenly felt a bit absurd and a bit disgusted.

A group of scum hiding in dark corners, maintaining their relationship with bloodshed and fear, and conducting inhuman and ghostly experiments and rituals, dare to shamelessly call themselves "gods" and talk about "redemption" in front of him?

Holding a gun himself, isn't he like a mouse trying to reason with a cat?

This arrogance, which distorts the truth and desecrates all normal values, completely ignited the last bit of impatience in Chen Jun's heart.

"A bunch of rats who can't stand the light of day, hiding in a stinking ditch gnawing on rotting flesh, dare to play tricks on me?"

Chen Jun's voice suddenly turned cold, and the moment the last word fell, his figure moved like a ghost!

There were no fancy techniques, just the simplest, most violent, and fastest punch! The fist tore through the air, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, and struck Lin Zhan's unprotected, still slightly heaving stomach with perfect precision!

"Ugh—!"

Lin Zhan's arrogant words came to an abrupt halt, turning into a short, piercing scream. He felt as if his internal organs had been smashed and shredded by a giant hammer! His massive body was uncontrollably lifted off the ground, crashing into the ornately decorated wall behind him like a tattered sack!

"Bang!!"

The walls groaned under the weight, the paintings tilted, and dust fell in clumps. Lin Zhan slid down the wall and curled up on the carpet, his body convulsing violently from extreme pain. Foam mixed with stomach acid and blood spilled from his mouth. His previous "saintly" demeanor was gone, leaving only a face contorted in agony.

Chen Jun slowly withdrew his fist, as if casually dusting it off. He strode over, looking down at Lin Zhan, who was curled up like a shrimp, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion:

"Now, can we speak properly?"

"Tell me, how many of your Abyss scum are still here?"

"where are they?"

Lin Zhan gasped for breath in excruciating pain, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat instantly soaking his entire body. However, when he heard Chen Jun's question, a forced smile appeared on his face, which was contorted with agony.

A smile that was a mixture of pain, madness, and even a hint of smugness and eeriness.

He raised his blood-stained face, looked at Chen Jun, and made a strange, hoarse sound in his throat as he spoke intermittently:

"you guess?"

"Guess?"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Jun's eyes. He had lost his last bit of patience with this stubborn "fanatic" who was deeply brainwashed.

Without any warning, his right leg swept out like a steel whip!

bang...

For people like Chen Jun, it's like Chen Guilin – completely devoid of martial ethics, they'd rather fight than talk.