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

Chapter 1490 Flying Dragon in the Sky

"My God... this... this is a bomb? Is it a real bomb?! A... a murder scene?!" The young man hiding behind the bushes had a blank mind, with only these fragmented thoughts colliding wildly.

The scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension—under the streetlights, the uniformed man was as calm as an abyss, at his feet lay a wounded man writhing in pain with a knife stuck in his thigh, and next to him was something that looked like an explosive device, flashing an eerie red light.

Chen Jun had no interest in the faint, fearful gaze from afar. His entire attention was focused on the emaciated, dying man in his hands. The man's eyes were unfocused, bloody foam oozing from his mouth, yet he still made a final, feeble attempt to deny it, his voice barely a whisper: "I...I don't know...what abyss...you've got the wrong person..."

"Click."

A clear and dull cracking sound.

Chen Jun tightened his grip on the other man's ribs slightly. Not to break them, but to apply precise pressure enough to exacerbate the fracture and cause the pain to spike several times over.

"Ugh—!" The skinny man's body arched violently, like a shrimp out of water, and a short, extremely painful groan escaped his throat, which was forcibly suppressed. His face was instantly contorted into a grotesque shape, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Chen Jun's voice, like the cold wind of Siberia, brushed against the other person's earlobe, without the slightest inflection: "Think it over before you answer my question. Next time, it won't be a rib."

His gaze swept meaningfully over the other man's other leg, which was still intact, and then over the more crucial parts.

The thin man trembled violently; the shadow of death and the unbearable pain were rapidly eroding his remaining will.

At this crucial moment of interrogation and psychological warfare—

"Officer! Murder! Murder!! He stabbed someone!! Right there!!" A shrill, terrified female voice came from a side path on the other side of the square. A middle-aged woman in pajamas, clearly a local resident, was pointing in Chen Jun's direction, frantically waving and shouting at the patrol car with its red and blue police lights flashing as it drove into the square, her face filled with fear.

The police car stopped immediately, the door opened, and several police officers quickly got out, their hands on their holsters, looking warily towards Chen Jun's location.

The young man behind the bushes felt a sudden jolt of anxiety, a strange sense of anticipation rising within him—the police were coming! Surely things would get resolved, wouldn't they? No matter how tough that uniformed man was, he couldn't possibly be outmaneuvered by the police…

However, what happened next completely overturned his expectations.

The police officers didn't immediately rush forward to subdue the "perpetrator." The lead officer's sharp gaze swept across the scene, and when his eyes landed on Chen Jun's profile, he visibly paused, then his tense facial muscles relaxed, even showing a hint of...respect? He quickly walked to Chen Jun's side, ignoring the thin man groaning in pain on the ground and the defused bomb, and instead lowered his voice, asking in a reporting tone:

"Boss, which organization are they from? Did you catch them?"

Boss?!

The young man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The police...the police called him "boss"?! Who...who is this guy?! Not a criminal, but...a high-ranking officer in the police force? Or from an even more mysterious department?

Before he could recover from the shock, a stern-faced young policeman approached the bushes where he was hiding, showed him his badge, and said in a businesslike but unquestionable voice, "Comrade, please come with us to the station. There are some things we need your cooperation with. Also, you need to sign a confidentiality agreement regarding everything you saw here tonight. You must not disclose it to anyone before the agreement takes effect, including your family. Understand?"

The young man was completely stunned. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; he could only nod blankly. His heart was filled with endless regret and fear: If only… if only he hadn't come to see this commotion! Now he'd been dragged into this inexplicable mess and even had to sign a confidentiality agreement… Would this leave him with a criminal record? Would it affect his civil service exam?! He was on the verge of tears.

On the other side, Chen Jun merely nodded slightly at the arrival of the police and the officer's questioning, as if to confirm. He released his grip on the thin man's ribs, picked up the almost limp man like trash, and casually tossed him to Lao Wen, who was walking over quickly.

"Take him back and pry his mouth open." Chen Jun's voice remained cold. "I need to know everything he knows, especially about the other strongholds in the East China Sea, and how they transmit messages and confirm results."

"Yes, boss!" Old Wen took the man away deftly, and two well-trained special agents immediately stepped forward, handcuffed and hooded the thin man, and quickly escorted him to a black vehicle waiting nearby.

Old Wen didn't leave immediately. Instead, he leaned closer to Chen Jun, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of excitement, "Boss, there's more news. That kid Lin Sicong, his psychological defenses broke down on the way to the prison, and he vomited something again. He said... he once heard his father, Lin Xiuya, mention it when he was drunk, saying that there's a mysterious place called 'Flying Dragon Manor' in the eastern suburbs. Even his father is tight-lipped about it, only saying that it's a place where people 'above' gather. I suspect... that might be a high-level stronghold of 'Abyss' in the East China Sea, or at least an important communication hub!"

"Flying Dragon Manor?" A glint flashed in Chen Jun's eyes. This was indeed a highly valuable new clue! Since his encounter with "The Abyss," the enemy had always remained hidden in the shadows, acting mysteriously, and he felt like he had been led by the nose. This passive feeling infuriated him. Now, he had finally grasped a lead that could potentially lead him straight to the enemy's lair!

"Excellent!" Chen Jun rarely praised him, a sharp glint flashing across his cold face. "Investigate immediately! Use all resources. I need all the information about this 'Flying Dragon Manor'—location, structure, owner, background, people coming and going, security...everything!"

"It's already under investigation, boss!" Old Wen replied.

Chen Jun didn't need to worry about the follow-up work. Interrogating the skinny man, thoroughly investigating "Flying Dragon Manor," cleaning up the scene, appeasing the witnesses (including the unfortunate young long-distance runner) and signing confidentiality agreements... Old Wen would handle all of these perfectly.

Chen Jun didn't linger at the dock. He turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the night. He needed some time to process the information, adjust his mindset, and prepare for the next battle, which might be even more dangerous.

Back at his hotel, Chen Jun first called his wife, An Ran. During the call, he didn't mention any danger or bloodshed, but simply chatted calmly about everyday things, asking about the family. Hearing An Ran's gentle voice and the occasional babbling of their baby on the other end of the line, the cold, murderous rage that had grown within him from the killing and conspiracies began to subside.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jun took a hot shower, changed into clean civilian clothes, and sat on the sofa in his suite, closing his eyes to rest. He wasn't sleeping; instead, he was mentally reviewing the series of events that followed, from his encounter with "General" at the T country border to the dock explosion, the chase on Lovers' Road, the capture of the spy, and the discovery of "Flying Dragon Manor." Every detail, every confession, was scrutinized and connected repeatedly, attempting to piece together the possible activities and true intentions of "Abyss" in the East China Sea and even within China amidst the chaotic clues.

Time passes in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a gentle knock on the door. Chen Jun opened his eyes, his gaze now devoid of any weariness, only a cold, star-like light shining within.

"Come in."

Old Wen pushed open the door and entered, his face showing some fatigue from staying up all night, but his eyes were bright, and he was holding a document that had just been printed out.

"Boss, we've found it!" Old Wen handed the documents to Chen Jun. "'Flying Dragon Villa,' located at the foot of Qinglong Mountain in the eastern suburbs, is nominally a private, high-end members-only leisure club, open only to a very small number of wealthy and famous individuals who have undergone strict screening. The actual owner is an overseas Chinese businessman named 'Zhou Shichang,' with a very clean background, and he has even appeared on the philanthropic list multiple times. However, in-depth investigations have revealed that this Zhou Shichang has indirect business dealings with that 'philanthropic tycoon,' and the daily management and security of 'Flying Dragon Villa' are entirely handled by a property management company registered in the Cayman Islands with a mysterious background. Our people simply cannot infiltrate it. The villa covers a large area, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with a complex internal structure, independent power and water supply systems, and there are even rumors of underground facilities. The perimeter is heavily guarded, with numerous visible and hidden sentries, and electronic surveillance covering almost every blind spot."

Chen Jun quickly flipped through the documents, his eyes sharp. The pictures in the documents showed that "Flying Dragon Villa" was nestled in the lush mountains, with white walls and black tiles, exuding an ancient charm, but the deliberately created tranquility and privacy gave off an indescribable eeriness.

"The shinier the surface, the more filth it may hide underneath." Chen Jun closed the documents, stood up, and an invisible aura rose from him. "Get ready. Tonight, I'm going to meet this 'Flying Dragon Manor'."

Upon hearing this, a hint of worry flashed across Old Wen's face. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Boss, I know you're highly skilled and daring. But this time is different. 'Flying Dragon Manor' is clearly a crucial node in 'The Abyss,' and may even be one of their core strongholds in the East China Sea. We know nothing about what's going on inside. The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light; the risk is too great. I think... shouldn't we prepare for both possibilities?"

He glanced at Chen Jun's face and said cautiously, "I've arranged for a team of my most capable men to infiltrate the high ground around the manor and along several possible escape routes. They won't go in; they'll provide support from the outside. If the situation inside changes, or if you give a signal, they can immediately launch a strong attack to provide support, or block all exits. Do you think... this will work? After all, those guys from 'Abyss' are... too ruthless; we have to be careful."

Chen Jun looked at the genuine worry in Lao Wen's eyes and remained silent for a moment. He was no fool; he knew the cunning and ruthlessness of the "Abyss." While venturing alone was an effective way to quickly gather intelligence and avoid alerting the enemy, it also placed him in a highly uncertain position. Lao Wen's suggestion was a prudent move.

“Okay.” Chen Jun finally nodded. “But make sure your people are completely hidden. They must not be exposed without my orders, and they must not act on their own. The Abyss is extremely vigilant. Any slight movement could alert them, causing them to move or destroy evidence.”

"Understood, boss! I'll personally make the arrangements and make sure they turn into stones in the mountains, so no one will notice!" Old Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Chen Jun agree, and his spirits lifted.

"Go ahead." Chen Jun waved his hand.

Old Wen accepted the order and hurriedly left to make arrangements.

The room fell silent again. Chen Jun sat back down on the sofa, but didn't close his eyes to rest. He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked at the city lights gradually illuminating the city outside, his gaze deep and resolute.

"A dragon soaring in the sky?" He muttered to himself, a cold smile curving his lips. "I'd like to see whether your 'dragon' is better hidden, or whether my 'dragon-slaying blade' is sharper."

Time ticked by. Chen Jun stood there quietly, adjusting his breathing and composure, clearing his mind of all distractions, leaving only pure vigilance, calmness, and focus on the mission.

About half an hour later, his eyes flickered slightly, and he turned and walked towards the door.

It's time to go.

Downstairs, an inconspicuous black sedan had already quietly started, its engine emitting a deep, smooth hum, like a black panther about to pounce on its prey, quietly waiting for its owner in the night.