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

Chapter 1496 The Threat of the Future

Chen Jun's choice to fight bare-handed was not reckless.

He needed to experience firsthand just how far this gene-engineered warrior, considered a trump card by the Abyss Organization, had come. Strength? Speed? Defense? Reaction time? More importantly, did it retain, or could it be endowed with, a higher level of intelligence and tactical awareness?

If such a thing could be mass-produced and possess high intelligence, understanding how to use modern weapons, formulate tactics, and even infiltrate and sabotage... it would no longer be a simple "monster," but a true "super soldier," a terrifying entity capable of changing the nature of local wars and even special operations. It would be like those invulnerable, highly intelligent steel warriors from science fiction movies becoming a reality.

This thought sent a chill down Chen Jun's spine.

He recalled that in the early days of the nation's founding, the great founder had given a visionary warning to be wary of the West using biological and chemical tactics against us.

Genetic modification, biochemical viruses, human mutations... These seemingly distant science fiction concepts are essentially variations and upgrades of "biological tactics" in the new era. Their goal is always to destroy the foundation of a nation—the bodies and wills of its people.

"We must find out! Assess the threat level!" Chen Jun's eyes flashed even colder, and he no longer had any intention of probing.

"Bang!!!"

The two figures collided with a deafening roar, like a high-speed train! The pure physical collision produced a dull, drum-like sound that shook the surrounding air!

Chen Jun felt an overwhelming, prehistoric force emanating from the opposite side. His arm muscles instantly bulged to their limit, and the stone slabs beneath his feet groaned under the strain, cracks spreading. The monster's strength was indeed astonishing! Enough to easily overturn a car and snap a thick tree trunk!

The monster opposite seemed to pause for a moment, a hint of instinctive confusion flashing in its murky yellow eyes. It was used to easily tearing apart those "fragile" humans, and this was the first time it had encountered an opponent who could rival it in pure strength, and even subtly make it feel a sense of "obstacle."

The two were locked in a stalemate for a mere two seconds, a pure clash of strength, and neither was able to immediately overpower the other!

"Holy crap!" At the courtyard gate, Lao Wen and the other team members nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets. They knew their director was tough, but tough enough to hold his own against this monster who was wielding a telephone pole like a stick? This... this guy isn't even human!

“The strength is up to standard, but… that’s all.” Chen Jun made a judgment instantly. The opponent’s brute strength was indeed terrifying, but the way he exerted force was crude, relying entirely on the instinct of his mutated, swollen muscles, without any skill whatsoever.

"Lacking intelligence and only possessing brute force, isn't he just a living weapon? The tragedy of You Tanzhi." Chen Jun muttered to himself, a hint of cold contempt flashing in his eyes.

Just as the monster grew increasingly agitated by the stalemate and attempted to attack with its head or other arm, Chen Jun made his move!

Using the momentum of the opponent's forward charge, he twisted his waist sharply, and his right leg, like a steel whip, swept like lightning towards the outside of the monster's knees that supported its massive body!

This sweep was executed with perfect timing, angle, and force! It was precisely at the moment when the opponent's old strength was exhausted, new strength had not yet been generated, and their center of gravity was most unstable!

"Crack!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out! The monster's thick, pillar-like calf was twisted and deformed by Chen Jun's sweeping kick, which contained terrifying explosive power! The massive body lost its balance, let out a painful roar, and crashed to the side!

Chen Jun's movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause. The instant the monster fell to the ground, he clung to it like a leech, one hand gripping the monster's thick arm that was trying to retaliate like an iron clamp. With a downward thrust of his body, he used his full weight and skillful joint locks to firmly lock the arm in a reverse joint lock! His other hand pressed down on the back of the monster's neck, slamming its head firmly into the ground!

"Roar--!!!"

The monster let out a deafening, mad roar, its remaining limbs struggling desperately with astonishing strength, carving deep trenches into the ground and sending rocks flying. But the more it struggled, the more excruciating the pain from its locked joints became. Chen Jun's suppression techniques were exquisite, specifically targeting the power points and weaknesses of this type of powerful opponent.

Chen Jun remained expressionless, and with his free left hand, he drew the specially made military knife that had been with him for many years from his side. The blade gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.

Without any hesitation, he swiftly brought the knife down!

“Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!”

Four crisp cutting sounds! The military knife precisely sliced ​​through the monster's ankles and behind its knees! Not a chop, but a slash! The sharp blade easily severed the exceptionally tough Achilles tendon and major ligaments!

Dark red blood with an unusually high viscosity spurted out.

The monster's lower body twitched violently, then went limp as if it had lost all support. But its upper body continued to writhe wildly, letting out unwilling roars. It even tried to crawl forward with the strength of its mutilated lower limbs and arms, its turbid yellow eyes fixed on Chen Jun, filled with primal rage and bloodlust.

"Its fighting instinct is quite tenacious, like an unkillable cockroach." Chen Jun released his hold on it, stood up, shook the blood off his military knife, and coldly watched it crawl futilely on the ground, leaving a wide trail of blood. Having lost its primary ability to move its legs, this thing's threat had been reduced to a minimum.

At this moment, Lin Zhan, who had been held down by Lao Wen against the courtyard wall and had witnessed the whole thing, was completely dumbfounded.

Before Chen Jun made his move, he was still using his last strength to repeat in a hoarse and venomous voice: "Die...you will all die...gene warriors...invincible..."

He looked forward to seeing the arrogant Yan general torn to pieces and these intruders slaughtered.

However, what he saw was that the genetically engineered warrior, whom he regarded as a "divine gift" and an "invincible weapon," failed to gain the upper hand in a pure contest of strength and was then easily defeated and crippled by the opponent's exquisite and terrifying skills and techniques...

The whole process was so fast that he couldn't keep up with it.

That Yan Kingdom general... is he even human? What kind of power is that? What kind of technique is that? And what about that cold, icy gaze when facing inhuman monsters, as ruthless as a demon?

The stark contrast and the collapse of his understanding left Lin Zhan's remaining consciousness blank, and he seemed to have temporarily forgotten even the excruciating pain in his body. His mouth was agape, his eyes vacant, like a shell from which his soul had been ripped away.

"Tsk," Old Wen looked down at the bloodied mannequin in his hand, who had been so defiant just moments before but was now completely dumbfounded. He couldn't help but sneer, poking the man's head with the muzzle of his gun and mockingly saying, "Hey, wake up! Look at you, you idiot. 'Dead for sure'? 'Invincible'? What a joke! This thing you guys went through all that trouble to make was taken care of by our boss like a little chick. Disappointed? Is that all? You think you can compare to our boss?"

Old Wen's words pierced Lin Zhan's muddled mind like needles. He stiffly turned his eyes, looking at the young general standing in the courtyard, sword in hand, like a demon god, then at the "gene warrior" still crawling futilely on the ground, no longer a threat…

A despair deeper and colder than physical trauma coiled around his heart like a poisonous vine, slowly tightening.

What kind of being did they provoke?