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

The gun was firmly pointed at the man's forehead. Chen Jun's gaze was sharp as a knife, and he did not waver in the slightest despite the man's dying madness. "You know about the Abyss Organization? Tell me everything you know about it."

At this moment, the last few guards around Ah Feng had been eliminated in the follow-up shots. At the edge of the vast fire ruins, only his lonely figure remained, surrounded by Chen Jun and a group of silent, grim-faced security bureau members. The aura of death was so heavy that it almost suffocated him; he knew he had no chance of survival.

Extreme fear, ironically, gave rise to a twisted, almost manic courage. Duan Kun's facial muscles twitched, revealing a smile mixed with resentment, despair, and a strange fanaticism. He no longer begged for mercy, but instead hissed sarcasm in an almost curse-like tone:

"You think you've won? Hahaha... You will definitely die! Die at the hands of the Abyss! The Abyss... The Abyss is omnipotent! They control the laws of the dark world, their power is unimaginable! They... They are the gods walking among mortals! Our bodies, our souls, all belong to the Abyss! You have angered the gods, and you and your people will be dragged into eternal darkness! Hahaha..."

He spoke incoherently, appearing like a madman, repeatedly emphasizing the power and divinity of the "Abyss" and the sense of belonging they, the believers, felt.

Chen Jun frowned even more deeply. This didn't sound like an ordinary criminal organization or transnational corporation anymore; it sounded more like some kind of extremist force with cult-like characteristics? And it even had connections to "gods"? This kind of brainwashing and control was far more dangerous than simply being bound by interests.

“Madman.” Chen Jun coldly uttered two words, no longer expecting to get any more valuable information from this drug lord’s heir who had been completely brainwashed and was on the verge of collapse.

The boy was still laughing hysterically, repeating incoherent ramblings like "The gods will not let you off the hook."

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot silenced all the noise.

The bullet pierced precisely between Duan Kun's eyebrows, his maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, the distorted expression on his face instantly froze, and then his body crashed backward, kicking up a cloud of dust that was quickly engulfed by the spreading flames and thick smoke.

Chen Jun slowly lowered his gun, staring at the corpse being rapidly licked by the flames, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as he muttered to himself:

"The Abyss... is interesting. Not only does it control the business, it also uses mind control."

This was more troublesome than he had anticipated.

"Boss, the scene has been cleaned up, and there are no survivors. We've also collected some valuable items and documents, and we're organizing them now." Old Wen walked up to Chen Jun and reported in a low voice. After this operation, he was noticeably more restrained when facing Chen Jun, his tone even carrying a hint of caution. He dared not offer any suggestions or questions casually anymore, clearly having been burned by his own "bottomless pit" nature, and completely convinced of Chen Jun's decisiveness and methods.

Chen Jun nodded, turning his gaze from the burning ruins to the dark jungle: "First, retreat to the temporary bamboo building. After dawn, you and I will take some of the Strategic Bureau personnel back to China. The rest of you will proceed according to Plan Two."

"Return to China?" Old Wen was taken aback. "What's the plan next?"

"Intelligence." Chen Jun said succinctly, "After we get back, use all available resources to gather as much intelligence as possible about 'Dingsheng Shipping and Trading Group.' From the overt shareholder structure, business dealings, and financial situation to all the suspicious connections, personnel backgrounds, and fund flows behind the scenes, especially their collusion with foreign forces, and especially... 'The Abyss.'"

His gaze was cold and resolute. Since this mysterious "Abyss" organization had already extended its tentacles into the country and was deeply intertwined with a highly dangerous drug network, the crackdown must begin with this seemingly legitimate "front" within China—the Dingsheng Group. Following the trail, they would pry open a corner of the "Abyss."

"Understood!" Old Wen's expression turned serious, and he immediately wrote it down.

The next day, early in the morning.

Morning comes quickly in the tropical jungle; the sun has just gently peeked over the horizon, dispelling some of the damp chill and darkness of the night. Chen Jun and some members of the security bureau had already quietly returned to the secluded temporary bamboo house.

Upon learning that Chen Jun and Lao Wen were about to return to China first, while some of them (led by Lu Da and Zhang Tie) were to be ordered to lie in wait and use T country as a new base to continue to carry out surveillance, reconnaissance and, if necessary, attack missions, the atmosphere in the open space in front of the bamboo building suddenly became somewhat tense.

Lu Da, Zhang Tie, and others surrounded Chen Jun.

"Boss, are we going back so soon?" Lu Da's voice was a little muffled. According to Chen Jun's orders, only Chen Jun, Lao Wen, and a few core personnel who needed to return to China to coordinate and analyze intelligence were going back first. Most of the "sharp knife" team members and operatives would stay behind, under the command of Lu Da and Zhang Tie, to settle down in this place.

This means that they will be away from their homeland for a long time, hiding in foreign lands, constantly facing exposure and danger, and being separated from their families for extended periods.

Chen Jun's gaze slowly swept over each young and resolute face, yet one that now betrayed a deep sense of reluctance. He straightened his posture, raised his right hand, and gave a standard and solemn military salute to his subordinates who were about to face unknown risks alone!

"You've all done a great job!" His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, filled with undisguised praise and trust. "I've left you here because this place needs the most reliable eyes and fists. The mission is arduous, the environment is complex, and you must remember, your primary task is to ensure your own safety! I'm not trying to scare you, and I certainly don't want to be notifying your families to collect your ashes one day! What I want is for you all to survive, complete the mission, and then return home safely! Understand?"

"Yes, Director Chen!" The crowd roared in unison, their eyes slightly reddening. They were reluctant to leave their peaceful lives back home, reluctant to leave their parents, wives, and children, but even more reluctant to leave the commander they respected to the core. Chen Jun's words, though seemingly cold, revealed the deepest concern, warming their hearts and strengthening their resolve to stay.

"Salute!" At Lu Da's command, all the remaining team members returned the salute to Chen Jun in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized and carrying the resounding power unique to soldiers.

No one knew how long they would have to remain hidden in this unfamiliar land after this separation, or what trials they would face. Chen Jun also felt a pang of indescribable reluctance. These team members were elites he had personally trained, his sharpest blades in the darkness. But as a steely soldier, he had experienced too many such partings. With his mission on his shoulders, he could not afford to be sentimental.

He lowered his salute, his face regaining its coldness, turned around, patted Lu Da and Zhang Tie on the shoulders, and left with only one sentence:

Take care. We will meet again.

After saying that, he didn't look back and strode out of the bamboo house. His back was straight, and his steps were firm.

Outside the bamboo house, Lao Wen was already waiting in a disguised SUV. He immediately got out of the car when he saw Chen Jun come out.

"Boss, let's take a car out of the jungle to the nearest town, and then transfer to another car to go to the airport. The route has been planned and is relatively safe."

Chen Jun opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, casually asking, "Why not just arrange for a helicopter to pick us up? Taking the road is too slow and makes us easier to be tracked."

As Lao Wen started the car, he explained, "According to the intelligence we intercepted and feedback from local informants, the remnants of the General's forces, as well as the people that 'Abyss' might have planted here, seem to have their eyes on possible escape routes. They judged that we might use helicopters, so they even deployed RPGs near several possible helicopter landing sites, just waiting for us to appear, hoping to wipe us out along with the helicopters. So, going against the grain and taking the land route, although slower, is more covert and will keep them guessing."

Chen Jun nodded upon hearing this. Old Wen's intelligence work this time was quite thorough, taking into account the enemy's countermeasures.

The car slowly drove away from the bamboo house, heading along the rugged dirt road through the forest. Morning light filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the trees. The car fell silent for a moment, save for the low hum of the engine and the sound of tires crunching over gravel.

However, just as the car had traveled about five or six kilometers and entered a relatively open section of road with mountains rising on both sides, Chen Jun suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end!

This is a near-instinctive sense of danger honed through countless brushes with death!

wrong!

He glanced sharply at the seemingly peaceful mountains and forests outside the car window, then at the winding road ahead. Old Wen's words flashed through his mind like lightning—the enemy anticipated we'd use helicopters, so they'd prepared RPGs for us…

A more terrifying thought suddenly surfaced!

"Stop the car!" Chen Jun roared, his voice filled with an undeniable urgency.

Startled, Lao Wen instinctively slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching on the dirt road, and the car came to a near stop.

"What's wrong, boss?" Old Wen looked at Chen Jun's suddenly serious expression with suspicion.

Chen Jun quickly scanned the surroundings; this was typical ambush terrain! His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his voice was icy as he spoke to Lao Wen:

"You've been scammed again!"

"Damn it, it's impossible to guard against!"

"They deliberately spread the rumor that they were 'preparing to shoot down helicopters' so you could hear it! Their goal was to mislead you, to make you think that the land route was safer, and thus 'voluntarily' choose the route where they had already laid a trap!"

"They're up ahead, waiting for us to walk right into their trap!"

Old Wen's expression changed; was this really alarmist talk? Was it true or false?