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

Suddenly, You Junda snapped back to reality, clearly realizing what his organization meant. The strategic security department was the nation's indestructible shield, a hidden blade, shouldering the sacred mission of safeguarding national security.

Here, retreat is not an option; the only way is to forge ahead with fearless courage and unwavering determination to face all challenges.

“I understand, but the security inside is indeed very tight, and those guys are all armed. So I suggest that once the operation begins, we must act quickly and decisively, completing the mission and making a safe withdrawal before law enforcement intervenes.” You Junda spoke rapidly, his expression grave. He was well aware of the complexity and danger of this mission, and every detail was crucial to its success or failure.

"Stop talking nonsense, how's the weapon preparation going?" Chen Jun interrupted him with a smile. The old company commander always had a long-winded speech before each battle; it had long become his signature style. Chen Jun was very familiar with these words, after all, he himself had repeatedly emphasized many key points, so there was really no need for further explanation at this moment.

See? That's the old company commander's style.

“It’s in the trunk of the car,” You Junda replied quickly.

Soon, the trunk was opened, and the weapon case was dragged out. Wang Chao and the others opened the case and were immediately filled with disappointment.

"Damn it, why are they all handguns? The lethality of these little gadgets can't compare to the weapons we had before we went abroad. I was originally planning to take this opportunity to have a good, satisfying fight on our own turf and vent my anger over this national hatred, but all we get are these little handguns?"

Hearing the complaints, You Junda rolled his eyes helplessly: "Give you a cannon, and you think you can just run rampant here? Please, this isn't our home ground, it's our territory! We need to finish this quickly, do you want to start a major war? Pistols are easy to carry, have a fast rate of fire, and are perfect for killing the enemy. They are the best choice under the current conditions."

"Alright!" Although everyone was unwilling, they understood their current situation and could only accept it helplessly.

"There's a submachine gun here, it's mine!" Zhang Tie's eyes lit up. He found the only submachine gun in the box and immediately burst into laughter, clutching it tightly as if it were a priceless treasure.

"Zhang Tie, you're the support fire point. Go wherever you're needed." Chen Jun gave the order to Zhang Tie, then picked up a pistol himself and said coldly, "You Lian is right. This operation must be carried out as quickly as possible to eliminate the enemy. We must complete the mission before the law enforcement officers notice and escape unscathed with the top-secret information."

"Check your weapons and prepare for battle!" Chen Jun shouted, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

So everyone began to examine the weapons with full concentration. After all, this was the first time they had used these pistols, and no one dared to be careless. If a malfunction such as misfiring occurred at a crucial moment, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Meanwhile, You Junda continued to discuss possible enemy hiding places with Chen Jun. They held a meticulously marked map, densely covered with markings and annotations, fully demonstrating You Junda's extensive experience as a veteran reconnaissance soldier. This invaluable intelligence provided crucial support for the operation.

About an hour later, the car slowly came to a stop in front of a seemingly ordinary modern office building.

“This is their headquarters. After all, they are a gang, so they won’t easily call the police in a normal shootout. But if they feel they can’t hold their own, they will definitely drag law enforcement into it, so…” You Junda began to talk on and on.

The old company commander's long-winded habit was at it again... Chen Jun quickly interrupted him: "You stay outside to provide backup, keep the vehicle running. We'll be out in ten minutes at most."

Yu Junda's mouth gaped open. Before he could react, Chen Jun had already pushed open the car door, exuding the domineering aura of a Causeway Bay gang leader. His trench coat fluttered in the wind, and with a thud, he jumped out of the car with a flourish. Behind him, a group of team members, also dressed in trench coats, followed closely. From a distance, they resembled a dark cloud, pressing towards the Triad headquarters building with overwhelming force.

At this moment, a large patch of dark clouds pressed down heavily overhead, completely obscuring the sky. The world seemed to be shrouded in a huge shadow, and a chilling atmosphere permeated every inch of the air.

"That's impressive!" You Junda sat inside the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, maintaining the vehicle's maneuverability at all times. He knew that as he got older, his physical strength and reaction speed were not what they used to be. Participating in intense combat would not only be useless, but might also become a burden to everyone. However, being responsible for providing support outside and ensuring the team members could evacuate smoothly after their operation was exactly his specialty.

The group strode confidently toward the building, their imposing manner suggesting they were about to crush any obstacle in their path.

"Boss, is this their headquarters? It looks like a high-ranking cadre sanatorium in China." A team member asked with a puzzled look.

“These scoundrels think differently from normal people; they're always up to no good. Let’s not worry about that for now. Our mission is to blow the heads off anyone involved in stealing top-secret state documents.” Chen Jun’s tone was icy, his eyes radiating boundless killing intent. At this moment, he exuded a villainous aura, yet he also inspired unwavering reliability.

"Kill!" When they were close enough to the building, Chen Jun gave the order decisively and quickened his pace, charging towards the building like a tiger descending a mountain.

In the dim light at the building entrance, the Triad flag fluttered weakly in the breeze. Six armed men stood there ramrod straight, seemingly calm on the surface, but their eyes betrayed a hint of tension. They quickly sensed something amiss, turning to look at Chen Jun and his group. In an instant, their faces turned ashen, their eyes filled with fear and shock.

"What are you doing? Stop right there! This isn't a place you can just barge into... Baka..." one of the armed men shouted, his voice trembling with fear, but before he could finish, a muffled thud came from Chen Jun's silenced pistol, and a bullet shot towards his head like lightning. Instantly, blood splattered, and the armed man fell to the ground without even uttering a sound.

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh…* Immediately afterward, Chen Jun's teammates raised their guns and opened fire. The armed men at the door were powerless to resist, each struck in the head and falling like dominoes. Their bodies convulsed in pools of blood, their last vestiges of consciousness remaining: Who were these people? How dare they so boldly break into the Triad headquarters…

Almost simultaneously, surveillance cameras located along the roadside, in the lobby, and on the side walls exploded one after another under the barrage of bullets, flashing sparks and turning the screen into static. Accompanied by muffled footsteps, crisp gunshots, and the screams of the enemy, a fierce battle officially began.

"Drag the bodies into the building, don't leave any traces outside..." Chen Jun calmly issued the order as he steadily advanced. Along the way, they showed no mercy, killing any enemy they encountered. Chen Jun stepped over the blood-soaked ground, each step seemingly carrying the aura of death; wherever he went, the lives of the enemy were extinguished as quickly as fragile candlelight.

Inside the hall, the rich sunflower-themed decor felt particularly oppressive at this moment; the old decorations and somber colors seemed to exude an ancient, decaying aura.

"A bunch of self-important old bandits, claiming to be the largest organization in East Asia, humph..." Chen Jun's gaze swept coldly over them, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. At that moment, a group of armed men surged out from the side, brandishing samurai swords and croaking incoherently, their voices like the irritating croaking of frogs. In Chen Jun's eyes, these people were utterly foolish; what era were they living in, still trying to use outdated cold weapons to fight against modern firepower?

"I'll take care of them!" Zhang Tie's eyes were bloodshot as he excitedly picked up his submachine gun and unleashed a barrage of fire at the samurai.

The samurai at the forefront, swords raised menacingly, were instantly struck by a hail of bullets. Their arms froze in mid-air, their heads exploding like watermelons, spraying blood and debris across the surrounding area. The samurai behind them, who had been shouting their charge, froze in terror at the sight of the carnage. Their arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by overwhelming fear, and they scattered in panic.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive!" Chen Jun coldly gave the order, his pistol firing repeatedly. Several more warriors' heads were accurately blown off. Looking at the ugly faces of these enemies, Chen Jun felt an overwhelming rage, and the painful history involuntarily surfaced in his mind. These were the very people who had burned, killed, looted, and committed countless atrocities on Yan Kingdom's soil, bringing immense suffering to countless Yan soldiers and civilians. In Chen Jun's heart, they didn't deserve to live in this world.

Bang bang bang… Rat-a-tat-tat… The team members pulled the triggers one after another, bullets raining down on the enemy, each one flying precisely towards the enemy's head. In just a few moments, the large hall was filled with the corpses of fifty or sixty Triad members lying haphazardly. The once pristine white floor was now stained beyond recognition with scarlet blood, and the once vibrant sunflower pattern was smeared and torn to shreds. The entire hall had become a gruesome slaughterhouse. The lying corpses and flowing blood created a chilling scene, as if a scene from hell had been reenacted.

"Split up! One squad will take one elevator, the rest of you will take the stairs. Advance quickly and finish this quickly!" Chen Jun made a decisive decision and issued the new combat order.

The next moment, Chen Jun led a group of team members and rushed into the elevator in the middle, speeding towards the top floor.

……

The top floor.

Inside the office lobby.

A group of elderly men dressed in ornate kimonos were sitting together, chatting leisurely and enjoying what they thought was a peaceful time. However, a sudden change shattered their tranquility. The monitor screen suddenly filled with static, followed by muffled gunshots from downstairs, like heavy hammer blows striking their hearts.

These old men, who once held sway over the underworld, vanished their sullen composure in an instant, replaced by utter panic. Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion; their former authority and confidence were completely gone. Everyone scrambled about, some even stumbling and crawling, utterly disheveled, their usual calm and collected demeanor gone. Some choked back sobs from overwhelming fear, while others burst into tears on the spot—the scene was chaotic and comical.

"What's going on? Who's killing people down there?" an old man screamed, his voice trembling with fear and confusion.

"This is the Triad headquarters! No gang in Southeast Asia dares to provoke us easily, and even the military is not authorized to break in. Who on earth has the audacity to do this..." Another old man shouted in panic, waving his hands frantically, trying to hide his fear.

This group of usually imposing old men were now trembling with fear, yet filled with curiosity. They desperately wanted to know who dared to cause trouble in their headquarters. They simply couldn't understand what these uninvited guests were up to.

drip...

The elevator, which was ascending, suddenly emitted a sharp alarm sound, and then slowly came to a stop.

"Boss, they've cut off the power to the elevator," one of the team members said anxiously.

"Looks like they're giving us a 'warm welcome'." Chen Jun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold sneer.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Chen Jun indeed saw a group of samurai with swords reappear before him.

Seeing this, Chen Jun once again revealed his villainous smile, casually raised his gun, and blew the head off the samurai at the front.

The bullet pierced through his head, exited from the back of his skull, and then plunged deep into the forehead of another young man.

One bullet, two suns.

"Crack..."

The Japanese soldiers roared as they approached calmly, wielding their samurai swords with apparent ease. However, they never expected the intruders to be armed with live ammunition. Instantly, they scattered in disarray, crawling and scrambling away.

Some people also rushed towards Chen Jun and his group.

bang bang...

After Chen Jun smashed the heads of two young men, someone rushed up to him and swung a samurai sword down hard.

Chen Jun quickly turned around, drew his military knife, and stabbed backhand.

Yamete...

Xiao Rizi, whose left eyeball had been stabbed, let out a terrified scream. However, the blade spun mercilessly, shaking his eyeball and head apart like an egg yolk.

"Baka! Attack him together! Kill him..."

Seeing that there weren't many intruders, these young men felt confident and charged at Chen Jun, brandishing their sabers.