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

Chapter 1471 Ghosts Appear, Barren Land

Inside the main bamboo building, the lights were bright, but the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and a cloying, sensual scent of perfume, mixed with the faint snoring, creating a nauseatingly decadent atmosphere. Chen Jun, like a true ghost, bypassed the staggering, drunken guards and guests in the downstairs hall, and silently made his way up the outer bamboo staircase to the master bedroom on the top floor.

Even Chen Jun's eyelids twitched involuntarily when he peered through the crack in the half-open bamboo door.

The bedroom was excessively spacious, with a thick animal hide carpet on the floor. On an exaggeratedly large wooden bed, a middle-aged man with a plump figure wearing only shorts sat, who was none other than Jiang Tianxiong from the file photo.

The general was fast asleep, sprawled out on his back, snoring loudly. Around him, lying, sprawled, or leaning against seven or eight young women of various skin tones, barely clothed, including black, brown, and yellow-skinned women, all beautiful, but all immersed in a deep sleep brought on by alcohol or exhaustion, their postures varied, exuding a captivating allure.

This scene was extremely extravagant and debauched.

"They've really gone all out... even have black women, a complete selection." Chen Jun sneered inwardly, his eyes growing increasingly icy. This kind of person has long been corrupted by desire and power, living a life of debauchery and decadence. To maintain this extravagant lifestyle and inflated ambition, he doesn't hesitate to smuggle deadly drugs back to his homeland, harming countless compatriots. His crimes deserve death!

Without further hesitation, he gently pushed open the half-closed bamboo door, his figure flashing into the room. He then closed the door behind him, his movements as light as a feather. Perhaps it was the cool night breeze that swept in with his entry, or perhaps it was the uncontrollable, almost tangible, chilling killing intent of the top assassin that stimulated someone's nerves.

A woman with tanned skin and a curvaceous figure, lying on the edge of the bed, fluttered her eyelashes and groggily opened her eyes. In the dim light, she was initially bewildered, then noticed a strange, dark figure standing beside the bed, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Ah—" The terrified scream hadn't even escaped her throat yet.

"boom!"

A dull thud.

Chen Jun approached like a ghost, delivering a precise chop to her carotid artery. The woman's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed limply, completely losing consciousness.

Chen Jun didn't pause for a moment. His cold gaze swept over the remaining sleeping women on and under the bed. These women might be victims, or they might be fallen into depravity; he couldn't tell, nor did he have time to. Their presence was a potential threat; they might alert the people downstairs, they might hinder their actions.

His movements were lightning-fast, his palms or knuckles striking precisely at the back of each woman's neck or near her temples. His strength was perfectly controlled, enough to render them unconscious for hours without causing permanent damage. The entire process was swift and silent; seven or eight women collapsed within seconds, leaving only Jiang Tianxiong's thunderous snoring in the room.

After dealing with these "obstacles," Chen Jun walked to the bedside and looked down at the drug lord, who was snoring loudly and had a protruding belly. He raised his foot, which was clad in a heavy combat boot, and without any hesitation, stomped hard and firmly on Jiang Tianxiong's fat belly!

"Ugh—!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, shattered the silence of the room. Jiang Tianxiong was jolted awake from his deep, drunken dream by the excruciating pain. His fleshy face contorted instantly, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He opened his blurry, pained eyes, trying to see who dared to treat him like this.

What came into view was a strange soldier standing by the bed, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his face covered in greasepaint, and his eyes as cold as polar ice. The chilling, bone-chilling murderous aura emanating from the other man was like a bucket of ice water being poured over him, instantly washing away most of his drunkenness, leaving only boundless fear.

"Who...who are you? Who...who sent you?" Jiang Tianxiong's voice was distorted by the pain and fear. He struggled to sit up, but the foot on his stomach felt like a thousand-pound boulder, pressing him down and preventing him from moving. "Was it...was it Old K? Or Chatchai? How much did they pay you? I...I'll give you double! No, triple! How much do you want? Name your price! As long as you let me go, money is no object!"

He thought Chen Jun was a top assassin sent by hostile forces or by competitors who were jealous of his business.

Chen Jun did not answer his question, but slightly increased the pressure on his feet.

"Ah—!" Jiang Tianxiong let out another miserable groan, his fat face turning red.

Chen Jun then slowly bent down, his left hand gripping Jiang Tianxiong's chin like an iron clamp, forcing him to raise his head and meet his cold, lifeless eyes. With a flick of his right hand, a jet-black special forces knife, its blade gleaming with a chilling blue light, was silently pressed against Jiang Tianxiong's thick carotid artery. The cold blade pressed against his skin, raising goosebumps.

“Now, I’ll ask, and you answer.” Chen Jun’s voice was not loud, and his pace was slow, but every word was like an ice bead hitting Jiang Tianxiong’s heart. “You transported the drugs to Yan Country. Who was carrying the bags for you within the country?”

Even with Chen Jun's composure, a surge of uncontrollable anger welled up within him as he uttered that question. These soldiers, shedding blood and sweat on the borders, at sea, and on unseen fronts, guarding the nation's gates to keep drugs and all other dangers out of the country. Yet, within the nation, there are always some scoundrels who, for their own selfish gain, open the door to these drug lords' access, even acting as their protectors! How shameless and hateful this is!

Perhaps it was the deep-seated hatred a soldier felt for a traitor that was revealed in that instant, perhaps it was the sensitivity to the words "Yan Kingdom," or perhaps it was Chen Jun's unique temperament and gaze...

With a blade pressed against his back and terrified to the point of almost losing control of his bladder, Jiang Tianxiong's pupils contracted sharply in extreme fear as he stared intently at Chen Jun's face, which was covered in paint but still had sharp, angular features, and his eyes, which were so sharp even in the dim light that they seemed to pierce the soul.

A vague image and code name that had once circulated through some extremely secretive channel slowly overlapped with the murderous soldier in front of him.

"You...you are..." Jiang Tianxiong's voice trembled violently, filled with disbelief and terror, "General Chen Jun of Yan Kingdom?! I've seen...I've seen your reports! You are the youngest general in Yan Kingdom!"

When he revealed this identity, Jiang Tianxiong trembled even more violently, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind. Ordinary people might only know Chen Jun as a young and promising general, a star figure in the military. But Jiang Tianxiong, having spent years in the underworld, had vaguely heard through special, costly channels that behind this "General Chen Jun" lay an even more terrifying identity—he was the supreme commander of the mysterious and unpredictable "Ghost Force" in Yan Country, a force that struck fear into the hearts of many powerful forces in the international underworld! A true "living Yama," walking the line between darkness and light!

It is precisely because of the existence of this "ghost" that the underground order in Yan State has been strongly rectified in recent years. It has become extremely difficult for many transnational criminal groups to infiltrate Yan State. In some areas, Yan State has almost become a "forbidden zone" for international criminals!

"Yes, I recognize you." Chen Jun's tone was indifferent, neither admitting nor denying, but that tacit acceptance made Jiang Tianxiong's heart sink to the bottom. "It seems you really know quite a lot about your 'connections' in Yan Country."

"General Chen... General Chen! Spare me! Spare me!" Jiang Tianxiong's psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment. Against ordinary assassins, he might still be able to negotiate with money and power. But facing this legendary "Ghost Boss," he knew those methods were meaningless. The other party's very appearance represented the highest level of the purge's will. "I'll cooperate! I'll cooperate fully! I'll tell you everything you want to know! I just beg you... spare my life! All my money, all my connections, I can give you! I just want to live!"

He was truly terrified. The terrifying legends circulating in the underworld about "The Ghost" weren't unfounded: the most elite SEAL Team Six from the United States, instructors from Delta Force, top agents from veteran European intelligence organizations, even some ancient and mysterious assassin groups… Anyone who opposed this "Ghost," or touched its sore spot, ultimately vanished inexplicably, their deaths often extremely bizarre. Over time, an unwritten rule formed in the underworld: where the Ghost dwells, nothing grows. Better to provoke the King of Hell than summon the Ghost.

Chen Jun ignored his pleas for mercy, pressing his military knife slightly into his skin until a thin line of blood seeped out: "Speak. Contact person within the territory."

Jiang Tianxiong opened his mouth, sweat mingling with tears streaming down his face. He knew that if he spoke, even if Chen Jun let him go, the "White Wolves" and powerful figures behind him would never let him off the hook. His family, his father who was enjoying a life of luxury in the United States, would likely all face death. But if he didn't speak, he would die right now!

Extreme fear and inner turmoil contorted his facial muscles, plunging him into a brief silence. Suddenly, a glint of madness and resolve flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and hissed, "Fine! Just kill me! I don't know anything! Give me a quick death if you dare!"

He actually chose to fight back! Perhaps he felt that confessing would only lead to his death, or even a more miserable one, so he might as well gamble that Chen Jun needed to be captured alive, or simply seek a quick death.

"Oh?" Chen Jun raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised that this drug lord still possessed such "toughness." He stared at Jiang Tianxiong's face, contorted with fear and resolve, and suddenly, a chillingly cold, even slightly... eerie, smile curved his lips as he spoke in a calm tone that sent shivers down one's spine:

"Kill you? Fine."

"but……"

He paused for a moment, looking at the forced toughness in Jiang Tianxiong's eyes.

“I remember the records show that you also have a son, right? He was very much loved.”

"You probably don't want to see the Jiang family wiped out, do you?"

The general looked at Chen Jun, who suddenly looked very Japanese, with horror, and his expression changed drastically.