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

Chapter 1484 Life-saving straw

Gang

"They really are a bunch of lowly scoundrels who can't be brought up in public!"

Old Wen abruptly stood up from the sofa, his movements swift and decisive, a stark contrast to his slightly rounded appearance just moments before. The carefree smile on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by the sharp, authoritative aura of someone long accustomed to power and authority. His right hand flashed into his suit jacket pocket, and when he withdrew it, he held a standard-issue pistol, its surface entirely black and gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen!

He strode to the door of the reception room, standing shoulder to shoulder with Chen Jun, his gun steadily pointed at the thugs who were poised to attack, weapons in hand, their voice booming, carrying an unquestionable tone of command:

"boom!"

He aimed at the ceiling and decisively pulled the trigger! The deafening gunshot rang out in the enclosed office area, the echo reverberating endlessly! A luxurious crystal chandelier above shattered, countless crystal shards and dust falling in a shower!

"Don't move!"

The shock of the gunshot was immense. The thugs, who had been fierce and ready to swarm forward, suddenly stopped, their faces filled with horror. They instinctively halted and stared in disbelief at the real gun in Old Wen's hand, which was emitting a faint wisp of smoke.

"Stand still! Hands behind your head! Turn around! Turn your back to me!" Old Wen shouted sternly, his eyes sweeping over everyone like a hawk's, his voice filled with the coldness and unquestionable authority of a professional law enforcement officer. "Look carefully! I am the director of the Municipal Law Enforcement Bureau! You can doubt my identity, but don't doubt the professionalism of this gun and the police who have already surrounded this place!"

While brandishing his gun at the crowd, he continued to exert psychological pressure through words: "Anyone who dares to move again, or has any improper thoughts in their mind, will only have two outcomes—either get shot on the spot, or spend the rest of their life in jail! The choice is yours!"

Old Wen's bluff and intimidation, combined with the earlier, chilling gunshot and his title of "Director of Law Enforcement," effectively brought the situation under control for the time being. Although the thugs were fierce, they knew their place; faced with an armed "official," none dared to step forward. Many exchanged glances, instinctively following Old Wen's orders, slowly raising their hands, covering their heads, hesitating whether to turn away.

At the same time that Wenger took control of the game.

Chen Jun's attention never left Lin Sicong, who was still groaning in pain and trying to get up on the ground.

Seeing the other man's face contorted with pain and rage, Chen Jun remained expressionless. He raised his foot, and without hesitation, cleanly and decisively stomped down on Lin Sicong's right wrist, which had been struggling to support itself and was now sprawled on the ground!

"Crack!"

A clear, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out!

"Ah—!!!" Lin Sicong let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body arching like a shrimp, his face turning a deep liver color from the excruciating pain, cold sweat instantly soaking through his expensive shirt. His right wrist was bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.

Chen Jun acted as if he had merely snapped a dry twig, without even flinching. He leaned slightly forward, his icy gaze like a scalpel piercing Lin Sicong's pain-stricken eyes, his voice terrifyingly calm:

"Now, do you remember?"

"...No! I don't know! You've really got the wrong person! I...I don't know any general...I don't know...Abyss...Ah...my hand..." Lin Sicong was in so much pain that he almost fainted, but his survival instinct and fear of the word "Abyss" made him grit his teeth and continue to deny it in a muffled voice, though his voice was already trembling with sobs.

"Damn it! Who dares to touch our CEO Lin?!"

"Go! Kill them!"

Just then, from deeper into the office area and the adjacent fire escape, a dozen or so men, wielding clubs and looking even more ferocious, rushed out. They appeared to be the company's core armed personnel or bodyguards. Seeing their usually aloof and arrogant CEO Lin being trampled underfoot like a dead dog, his wrist broken, they were both shocked and furious, roaring as they rushed to his rescue.

Old Wen's gun barrel swung sharply, pointing precisely at the men charging at the front. His eyes were cold and stern: "Stop right there! Can't you understand human language?! I'm the director of the law enforcement bureau! Take another step forward, and you'll be killed without mercy!"

His imposing presence and the dark muzzle of his gun once again slowed the pace of the group of desperate men. Some recognized the type of gun in Old Wen's hand, and their expressions turned even more grim.

Chen Jun didn't even glance back at the newly emerged threats. His gaze remained fixed on Lin Sicong's face, as if all the noise and threats around him were irrelevant.

He slowly raised the foot that had broken the other man's wrist, as if to move it away.

But then, his toes hovered above Lin Sicong's intact left wrist.

His voice remained calm, yet it sounded like a countdown to death:

"I'm counting to three."

"If you still haven't remembered."

"This hand is also ruined."

"one."

Lin Sicong trembled, staring in horror at the sole of the black leather shoe hanging on his left wrist.

"two."

Chen Jun's toes pressed down slightly.

The moment that word "two" was uttered—

"Police! Don't move!"

"Drop your weapons! Put your hands behind your head!"

"Everyone, squat down!"

A series of increasingly rapid and intense footsteps and stern shouts surged in from the company entrance like a tide! A dozen fully armed police officers, armed with riot shields and police firearms, rushed in and quickly dispersed, their guns instantly pointed at all the thugs holding weapons in the office area, as well as Lao Wen, who stood with his gun, and Chen Jun, who was stepping on Lin Sicong!

The entire scene was brought under police control in an instant!

The leader was a tall police officer whose sharp gaze swept across the chaotic scene before finally landing on Lin Sicong, who was being trampled underfoot by Chen Jun and looked utterly wretched.

Upon seeing the police arrive, especially the tall officer leading the team, Lin Sicong, who was on the verge of collapse due to the excruciating pain and fear, suddenly had a burst of hope and ecstatic light in his eyes!

As if grasping at a last straw, he mustered all his strength, ignoring the excruciating pain of his broken wrist, and screamed hoarsely at the police officer, his voice shrill and distorted with agitation and pain:

"Haha! The police are here! You...you lawless thugs! Imposters! You're all going to die!!"

He struggled to twist his body, trying to attract the police's attention, and shouted:

"Captain Gao! Captain Gao!! It's me! It's Lin Sicong!! Lin Sicong from Dingsheng!! Help me!! They're thugs!! Illegal possession of firearms! Intentional assault!! Arrest them immediately!!!"