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

Chapter 1550 Killing at the drop of a hat, a one-man battlefield

The moment the gunshot rang out, the entire dock seemed to be put on pause.

Chen Jun made his move with the speed of a ghost, so fast that no one could see his actions. The situation changed instantly, and the law enforcement officers were caught off guard and didn't know what decision to make.

"What orders did you just give?" Chen Jun's voice was as calm as if he were asking about the weather, but beneath that calmness was a suffocating killing intent, like an undercurrent in the deep sea, ready to swallow you up at any moment.

The fat sheriff's body trembled violently, his legs as weak as boiled noodles. If Chen Jun hadn't been holding him by the collar, he probably would have collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. The arrogance and contempt on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced by extreme fear.

Chen Jun applied slight pressure, pressing the muzzle of the gun into his temple, leaving a deep white mark. The surrounding skin turned red from the pressure.

"Say it again." His voice remained calm, but the oppressive feeling grew stronger, like an invisible giant hand gripping the fat sheriff's heart.

The fat sheriff swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he finally found his voice. But it was distorted, sharp and trembling, like a chicken being choked: "You...you dare to kill someone? You won't leave Indonesia! This is our country, our territory! Our people are everywhere outside, the entire police station will come! If you kill me, you'll all be executed!"

Chen Jun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile. That smile was devoid of warmth, only chilling, like the cold wind blowing through a winter night.

“This isn’t my first time killing someone.” His voice was as soft as if he were talking about something trivial, but every word pierced the fat sheriff’s heart like a knife, making his heart clench. “Perfect timing, I need to establish my authority. You were bribed by someone, weren’t you?”

The fat sheriff's pupils contracted sharply, as if pricked by a needle. In that instant, he felt as if this man had seen through everything about him; there were no secrets he could hide. His heart almost stopped, his lips moved as if he wanted to defend himself, but no sound came out. He remembered the mysterious phone call three days ago, the huge sum of money that had suddenly appeared in his account, and the other party's promise—"As long as you stop those Yan people, you don't need to worry about the rest."

Chen Jun's finger slowly moved to the trigger, the subtle movement exceptionally clear in the silence.

"Shoot!" Upon seeing this, the fat sheriff suddenly shouted hysterically, his voice becoming shrill and piercing with fear, cutting through the air on the dock. "Shoot him! Shoot them all! Kill him!"

He hadn't finished speaking—

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots rang out like thunder, echoing over the dock and startling seagulls on the distant sea, which fluttered into the sky, leaving behind a series of panicked cries.

Chen Jun's movements were so fast they were almost invisible. He used the fat police chief as a human shield with one hand, while firing continuously with his gun in the other. His arm was as steady as if welded to the air, without the slightest tremor. The law enforcement officers never expected this Yan Kingdom officer to be so decisive and ruthless, opening fire without hesitation, warning, or any other unnecessary movements.

Several people fell to the ground on the spot, their blood instantly staining the dock floor red, spreading across the gray cement and forming glaring red pools that were shocking to behold.

The magazine was quickly emptied, but Chen Jun did not panic at all. He pulled the fat police chief in front of him, his obese body acting as a human shield. At the same time, he hooked his right foot, and another gun on the ground rose into the air, drawing an arc in the air before landing steadily in his hand.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots rang out again, like the footsteps of death, closing in on the law enforcement officers.

The enemy finally reacted and raised their guns to fire, but Chen Jun hid behind the fat police chief. His obese body became the best shield. Bullets whistled past, some hitting the ground and scattering gravel, some hitting the wall and leaving bullet holes, and some whizzing past Chen Jun's ears, but none of them hit his vitals. Occasionally, a bullet would hit the fat police chief, and he would let out a scream and his body would convulse, but this only made Chen Jun's cover even stronger.

Chen Jun's gun seemed to have eyes, hitting the target precisely with every shot. A cold smile played on his lips, and his eyes were terrifyingly ruthless. He was like an assassin in a corridor, moving through a hail of bullets and calmly reaping lives. His movements were fluid and seamless, reloading, aiming, and firing all in one go, as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

One law enforcement officer after another fell.

……

The moment Tang Zhongzheng heard the gunshot in the distance, he turned his head sharply as if struck by lightning.

What he saw was a scene he would never forget.

Chen Jun gripped the obese police chief with one hand while firing continuously with the other. The bullets were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and with each shot, a law enforcement officer fell. His movements were fluid and efficient, without any unnecessary actions. He exuded a chilling aura, and in the sunlight, his figure was like a god of death, standing firm amidst the hail of bullets, as if nothing could shake him in the slightest.

Tang Zhongzheng stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, utterly speechless. He had lived for over fifty years, weathered many storms, and experienced the cutthroat world of business, but he had never witnessed anything like this. One man, with only a gun, facing dozens of armed men, was like a wolf among sheep, reaping their spoils with abandon. The shock, the impact, left his mind blank, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from his chest.

"Let's go, Mr. Tang!"

Old Fan suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled hard. There was no fear on Old Fan's face, only a calm that seemed to be used to anything, as if what was happening before his eyes was just an ordinary drill.

Tang Zhongzheng was pulled a few steps, staggered, and finally found his voice. His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if squeezed from deep within his throat: "Has he...has he gone mad? One against dozens? Those people have guns! They have dozens of guns! He'll be shot dead!"

"No." Old Fan's voice was very calm, as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today, or discussing what to have for dinner.

"What?" Tang Zhongzheng couldn't believe his ears. He thought Lao Fan hadn't seen the situation clearly, he thought Lao Fan didn't know those people had guns, he thought...

Old Fan pointed to the side. Tang Zhongzheng looked in the direction he was pointing and saw He Chenguang and dozens of young people in plain clothes. They stood quietly in the corner, hidden in the shadows of the containers, their eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield, but none of them made a move or stepped forward to help.

Tang Zhongzheng was stunned. They just watched quietly, as if they were watching a performance.

"See that?" Old Fan's voice carried an indescribable pride, a pride that seemed to seep from his very bones. "They didn't make a move."

"Why?" Tang Zhongzheng murmured, his voice full of confusion.

Old Fan turned his head and looked in Chen Jun's direction, his eyes shining with a kind of admiration.

"Because the boss alone is enough to deal with these scumbags."