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

The general's son, the boy called "A-Feng," was about seventeen or eighteen years old. His pampered face was now filled with astonishment, confusion, and a hint of rebellion aroused by his father's unprecedentedly violent attitude. He stared blankly at his father, who was usually the absolute ruler on the bed, but now he was being trampled underfoot like a dying dog, yelling at him hoarsely to "get out."

He didn't understand why his father was so panicked and out of control. Who was this soldier who had suddenly barged in, exuding a murderous aura?

"Get out! Get out of here right now! Do you hear me?!" Jiang Tianxiong's voice was almost tearing his throat, completely out of control due to extreme fear and his desperate desire to protect his son. "Remember my words! From now on... stay away from Yan people! You have Yan blood flowing in your veins, but... but there are some things you should never touch! Never provoke them! Get out—!!!"

These last few sentences were less a shout to his son and more a shout to Chen Jun. They were a final, desperate reminder and plea, emphasizing "blood ties" and "don't provoke," hoping that Chen Jun would keep his promise based on this awareness.

Chen Jun merely watched coldly, a chilling sneer playing on his lips.

Not provoking the people of Yan? Do they think he's a three-year-old? This heir from a drug lord family, who has been exposed to darkness and violence since childhood, says he has no ill will or covetousness towards Yan? Perhaps his father's "great achievements" are the role models he is proud of.

The boy was completely stunned by his father's out-of-control roar and realized the extreme danger posed by the unfamiliar soldier in front of him. He bit his lip hard, glared at Chen Jun with eyes full of resentment, anger, and incomprehension, then looked at his father's desperate and pleading face. Finally, he stomped his foot, turned around, rushed out of the room, and slammed the door shut.

Inside the room, silence instantly returned, broken only by Jiang Tianxiong's heavy, desperate breathing.

Chen Jun slowly withdrew his gaze and returned it to Jiang Tianxiong's face. His eyes were like ice, devoid of any emotion.

"I keep my promise."

The cold voice echoed in the silent room, devoid of any emotion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jun flicked his wrist, and the black military knife, like a viper spitting its tongue, pierced Jiang Tianxiong's heart with precision and speed!

"Pfft-"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh and bone was clearly audible.

Jiang Tianxiong's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened instantly, and he let out a short, muffled "uh..."

Excruciating pain swept through his entire body, but perhaps because he had achieved his goal, or perhaps because his concern for his son's future temporarily overcame the pain, a strange calm and relief flashed across his eyes before they quickly faded.

He stared intently at Chen Jun, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he simply tilted his head to the side and completely lost his life.

However, in the shadows of the corridor outside the door, the boy, Ah Feng, who had just rushed out and hadn't gone far, was clenching his fists tightly, forcing himself not to make a sound. He clearly heard the dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh, and his father's last suppressed groan.

Boundless hatred, like a poisonous vine, instantly entangled his young heart, almost suffocating him.

Father...

He roared silently in his heart.

Yan Guoren... Chen Jun...

I swear, I will never forgive you in this lifetime! Blood debts must be repaid in blood!

In the dimly lit corridor, the boy's eyes, which had once retained a trace of childishness, were now filled with a chilling and murderous intent that was completely out of place for his age.

Almost at the same time Chen Jun finished off Jiang Tianxiong, the noise downstairs and elsewhere in the manor suddenly intensified, quickly turning into chaos and panic. Gunshots, shouts, running sounds, and the sounds of things being knocked over were all mixed together.

"Boss! The people inside are in an uproar! They seem to have realized something's wrong!" Old Wen's urgent voice came through the miniature earpiece, accompanied by the faint sound of gunfire. "Have you found the general? Have you taken him out?"

"It's resolved." Chen Jun drew his military knife, casually wiped the blood off the blade on the bed sheet, and spoke calmly.

He had barely finished speaking when the door was pushed open again. Old Wen, gun in hand, glanced warily around the room before quickly slipping inside. Seeing Jiang Tianxiong lying lifeless in a pool of blood on the bed, he immediately recognized his target.

"Is the explosives set up?" Chen Jun asked directly without wasting any words.

Old Wen nodded, took out a remote detonator with a simple display screen and a red button from his tactical vest, and handed it to Chen Jun: "According to the plan, C4 is placed in the main building's load-bearing pillars, the armory, and the key support points of those drug manufacturing workshops. The remote control range covers the entire armory and can cause a series of explosions."

Chen Jun took the remote control, glanced at it, confirmed that it was working properly, and then quickly said, "Take everyone and retreat immediately according to the predetermined route to the first assembly point to await orders."

Old Wen was stunned and looked at Chen Jun: "Boss, you...you're going to cover the rear alone? That's too dangerous! It's already chaotic outside, and they have a lot of people!"

Chen Jun held the remote control in his hand, his gaze calm as he looked at Lao Wen: "Quickly take your men and retreat. You're back to your old ways, aren't you? Still don't you trust me?"

Old Wen was taken aback, but remembering Chen Jun's superhuman skills and countless times he had escaped danger, he knew that staying behind might only be a burden. He grinned, no longer hesitating: "Alright! Boss, be careful! We'll wait for you at the rendezvous point!"

After saying that, he took one last look at Chen Jun, turned around without hesitation and rushed out of the room to gather the team members who were scattered in other locations to carry out the cleanup and sabotage missions and evacuate.

Inside the room, only Chen Jun remained. He quickly walked to the window, concealing himself, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic manor outside. The gunfire intensified, many militants scattered like headless flies, while others attempted to organize a counterattack, surrounding the main building.

Chen Jun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The next moment, his mysterious "hacker space" perception activated at full power! Centered on him, heat sources, sound vibrations, and abnormal airflow within a radius of nearly a hundred meters... all information flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, rapidly analyzed and integrated, forming a dynamic holographic battlefield map. He could "see" the panicked maids and guests fleeing, see the gathering, weapon-wielding, hostile armed militants, and "hear" the shouts and commanders' furious curses from all directions...

At the same time, his gaze fell on a mahogany weapon rack next to Jiang Tianxiong's bedside. Several guns were displayed there, ranging from antique flintlock muskets to modern assault rifles, making it a veritable small arms exhibition.

Chen Jun's gaze swept across the area and landed on a uniquely designed, gleaming gold AK-series modified assault rifle. He walked over and picked it up.

It felt heavy in my hand. The main body of the gun was indeed made of gold, with exquisite craftsmanship. The stock and handguard were inlaid with precious ebony. Even more exaggeratedly, tiny diamonds were actually inlaid on the front sight and some key parts, which reflected dazzling light under the light.

"Damn... they really know how to enjoy life." Chen Jun couldn't help but mutter under his breath. This nouveau riche luxury was an absurd contrast to the cold, deadly nature of battlefield weapons.

He quickly checked the firearm; it was in good condition. In a similarly gold-plated and jade-encrusted box nearby, he found a matching, fully loaded magazine. The magazine casing was also gold-plated.

"Crack!"

Chen Jun deftly slapped the magazine into the gun, pulled the bolt, and chambered a round. The weight of the gold made the gun's balance somewhat odd, but it didn't affect him much.

Holding the "gold" AK, Chen Jun turned around and walked towards the door of the room.

In his "hacker space" perception, at least a dozen fully armed heat sources were rapidly approaching the top floor of the main building, which was where he was, in a fan shape! The footsteps were chaotic and heavy, filled with anger and killing intent.

Chen Jun opened the heavy door, slipped out, and closed the door behind him.

The corridor was dimly lit, and at the end of the stairwell, shadowy figures and flickering gun muzzles could be seen.

Without any hesitation, Chen Jun knelt on one knee, took a standard shooting stance, and pulled the trigger!

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

The golden AK spat out dazzling flames, the gunshots echoing fiercely and deafeningly in the narrow corridor. Bullets accurately sprayed towards the enemies appearing at the stairwell and on both sides of the corridor.

"what!"

"Pfft!"

Screams and the sounds of soldiers falling to the ground rang out one after another. Against a gunman of Chen Jun's caliber, these fierce but poorly trained militants were like sitting ducks. The golden bullets, carrying a ostentatious aura of death, reaped lives.

While firing, Chen Jun moved swiftly through the corridor with agile movements, using pillars and corners as cover, maintaining constant firepower suppression and casualties on the enemy. In just over ten seconds, the seven or eight enemies who rushed upstairs all fell in pools of blood.

Without lingering, he quickly crossed the corridor and arrived at an open-air viewing platform on the other side of the main building. From here, the view was expansive, overlooking most of the estate.

On the platform, a group of about twenty or thirty people were gathered, the fastest-reacting and best-equipped core guards in the manor. They formed a semi-circle, protecting a boy in the middle—it was Ah Feng, who had just escaped.

The boy's face showed lingering shock, but even more so, a deep-seated hatred. When he saw Chen Jun appear, especially when he saw the iconic golden AK that had once belonged to his father in Chen Jun's hand, his eyes instantly bloodshot. Pointing at Chen Jun, he roared with all his might:

"It's him! Kill him! He killed Father! Whoever kills him, I'll reward them with a million! No, ten million!"

He was panting heavily, his words slurred and incoherent with intense hatred, but what followed was clearly filled with malice:

"From now on! From now on, if any of us from the General's Mansion encounter a Yan citizen, we will kill them! We will not spare a single one! We will bleed them dry! For every one we kill, regardless of age or gender, I will reward them with ten thousand! No, one hundred thousand! I want to use the blood of the Yan people to pay tribute to my father!"

He completely forgot his father's dying plea and warning not to provoke the Yan people. At this moment, his heart was filled with only the flames of revenge and the arrogance and violence that had intensified after inheriting the "family business".

Chen Jun stood at the platform entrance, holding a golden AK, listening to the boy's resentful and vicious declaration. His face remained expressionless, only a cold mockery flashed deep in his eyes.

sure.

This son is truly "filial" to the point of being powerful, completely "inheriting" his father's "legacy," and even surpassing his father in some aspects.

It seems that the general's humble paternal love and final "realization" before his death were worth less than a fart in the heart of this young master "Duan Kun".

That being the case...

Chen Jun slowly raised the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the heavily protected boy who exuded an aura even more dangerous than his father.

So, to cut the weeds, you must remove them at the root.