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

Chapter 1467 Behind a Group of Thugs

Just as Chen Jun shielded An Ran behind him, preparing for the street battle, his keen senses detected a familiar presence rapidly approaching. Almost simultaneously, a low voice whispered in his ear, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension and excitement:

"Boss, you're something else! Some fearless guys actually followed us. There are about seven or eight of them, just two alleys behind us. They're not fully equipped, but they're acting suspiciously."

It's Lao Wen.

He had obviously also arranged for people to conduct reverse reconnaissance and discovered the tail.

Chen Jun's gaze remained fixed on the figures vaguely moving at the alley entrance ahead. His expression was calm as he replied in a low voice, "Don't alert them. These people in the alley, including those you've spotted, are just small fry, pebbles used to probe the way. I'm fishing, my target is the big fish. Don't worry about these small fry revealing our strength too early."

After saying that, he ignored Lao Wen and relaxed his guard. He even reached out and took An Ran's slightly cold hand again, gave her a reassuring look, and then took her hand and turned to walk towards another exit of the alley—not that there was no way out, but a relatively hidden side entrance leading to another relatively busier pedestrian street.

His pace was unhurried, even casual, as if the murderous intent and blockade he had just felt were just an illusion.

Left behind, Old Wen watched as Chen Jun and his wife strolled casually towards the side entrance, where an ambush might also be planned. Looking at the menacing enemy ahead, he was momentarily stunned. This… was his boss incredibly audacious? This was a foreign land, unfamiliar with the area, being watched by more than two groups of unidentified armed men, and he just walked away with his wife like that? And how could his boss be so certain these were just "small fry"? What if there were some tough guys among them? Old Wen muttered to himself, but an order was an order. He suppressed his doubts, gestured to the shadows, and ordered his men to continue their covert surveillance, not to act rashly. At the same time, he sent two men to silently follow Chen Jun, providing long-range vigilance.

Chen Jun had no interest in explaining his judgment in detail to Lao Wen, who had a "sinkhole" attribute.

In his perception, the men lying in ambush at both ends of the alley were breathing erratically, their hearts pounding rapidly. Although they carried hostility and murderous intent, they lacked the composure and restraint of true masters, appearing more like hastily assembled thugs or low-level militants. The real threat, that cold, venomous feeling of a predator locking onto its prey, had not yet fully manifested. What he needed to draw out was the person behind these "shrimp" commanding them.

An Ran was also a seasoned veteran agent with exceptional mental fortitude. Holding Chen Jun's hand and feeling the warmth and composure emanating from his palm, she immediately adjusted her breathing and composure, even managing a relaxed smile on her face again. She began to talk to Chen Jun in hushed tones, pointing to the unique shops lining both sides of the pedestrian street, as if they were just an ordinary couple of tourists who had wandered through the night market, accidentally stumbled into a secluded alley, and then found their way out.

However, their "leisure" didn't last long. Just a few steps after leaving the relatively quiet alley and turning into a slightly busier, but less crowded, pedestrian street, a group of people suddenly appeared at the corner ahead, blocking their path. At the same time, hurried footsteps came from the direction of the alley behind them; clearly, the group had seen them "escaping" and had given chase.

Attack from front and back.

This new group of people was dressed in a more haphazard manner, with some wearing floral shirts and shorts, others shirtless and showing off their tattoos. Their weapons were also varied, including machetes, steel pipes, and even homemade pistols. They were clearly of a lower caliber than the well-trained gunmen in the alley earlier, but there were more of them, at least a dozen, with a fierce look on their faces and the ruthlessness of desperados.

An Ran stopped, leaning slightly closer to Chen Jun. Her voice remained steady, only he could hear it clearly: "They're here. They don't look like a professional team. How do we deal with them? Should I take action?" Her hands seemed to hang casually at her sides, but her fingers were already poised to draw a weapon from its concealment at any moment.

Chen Jun's gaze swept calmly over the group that had surrounded them, lingering for a moment on the "primitive" weapons in their hands. A faint, disdainful smile played on his lips. He gently patted An Ran's hand, signaling her to relax.

"These are just scrap metal, you don't need to lift a finger. Just watch from the sidelines, protect yourself, and enjoy the show."

After saying that, he released An Ran's hand, took a step forward, and completely shielded her behind him. This subtle gesture warmed An Ran's heart, who was being watched. At the same time, she became highly focused, keeping her eyes and ears open to ensure that she would not become a burden to Chen Jun, and also guarding against possible sneak attacks.

At this moment, the few tourists and stall owners who were originally scattered on the pedestrian street were terrified when they saw what was clearly a gang fight or a violent crime in the street. They screamed and ran away, and the already deserted street became even emptier in an instant.

In the chaos, a young girl who looked like a female student, carrying a backpack, was pushed and shoved by the crowd and stumbled. She fell to the ground with a cry of "Ouch!" and her glasses flew off. She looked frightened and helpless.

Chen Jun caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye. Just as the two thugs wielding machetes were about to pounce on him with sinister grins, his figure shifted strangely. Instead of meeting the attack head-on, he slid to the side, appearing as swiftly as a ghost to the fallen female student. He reached out and pulled her up, shoving her shattered glasses back into her hand. His voice was urgent but clear: "Go! Get out of here! Don't look back!"

The female student was terrified. Only after Chen Jun pushed her did she come to her senses and scramble to safety.

In that brief delay, Chen Jun was completely surrounded. A dozen gleaming machetes, steel pipes, and dark gun barrels were pointed at him from all directions.

A burly man with a scar on his face, seemingly the leader, pushed through the crowd and walked up to Chen Jun. He sized Chen Jun up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on Chen Jun's unusually calm face, as if confirming something. A sinister smile appeared on his face. Without a word, without even a question, his right hand, holding a machete, whistled through the air and slashed diagonally down towards Chen Jun's neck! The attack was ruthless; he clearly intended to kill him!

"court death."

Chen Jun snorted coldly, and at the very last second before the blade was about to strike, he dodged to the side by a hair's breadth. At the same time, his right foot, like a cannonball, kicked the scarred strong man in the abdomen with lightning speed that was difficult for the naked eye to detect!

"boom!"

A muffled thud was followed by a slight cracking sound of bones breaking. The savage grin on the scarred man's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and disbelief. His massive body, weighing over 200 pounds, was kicked so hard that his feet left the ground, and he flew backward as if hit by a heavy truck, crashing heavily into several of his accomplices who couldn't dodge in time.

"Ouch!"

"what!"

Amid screams, the scarred man, along with three or four others he had knocked over, tumbled to the ground like gourds, sliding two or three meters before coming to a stop, knocking over a trash can and scattering garbage everywhere. Blood streamed from the scarred man's mouth and nose as he lay curled up on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to crawl for a moment.

This thunderous strike thoroughly enraged the remaining thugs.

"Charge him! Kill him!"

Kill this bastard!

The remaining dozen or so men roared wildly, brandishing their weapons, and pounced on Chen Jun from all directions. The flashing blades and clubs instantly engulfed Chen Jun's figure.

However, for Chen Jun, this scene was even "easier" than facing professional gunmen in street fighting. These thugs, though fierce, were disorganized and full of openings. His figure moved like a ghost amidst the flashing blades and clubs, each movement perfectly avoiding attacks, each strike precise and ruthless.

Whether it's a fist, a palm, an elbow, or a knee!

In less than a minute, perhaps even just over forty seconds, accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, muffled thuds, and piercing screams, the dozen or so thugs who had been so aggressive just moments before were now lying on the ground in various contorted positions. Some were clutching their severed arms and howling in agony, some had passed out, and some were still writhing in pain. Machetes and steel pipes were scattered everywhere.

Chen Jun didn't even lose his breath. He stepped over the groaning "human bodies" on the ground and walked up to the scarred, burly man who was still curled up on the ground, trying to struggle to get up.

As Chen Jun approached, fear finally appeared in the scarred, burly man's eyes. He struggled, but his left hand secretly reached for his lower back.

Chen Jun's eyes turned cold, but he did not stop it immediately.

The scarred, burly man abruptly pulled his hand, revealing an old-fashioned revolver! A look of madness crossed his face, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger at Chen Jun, who was standing inches away!

"boom!"

The gunshots were particularly jarring in the empty streets.

However, at the instant the gun fired, Chen Jun's body, as if anticipating something, shifted slightly but swiftly to the side. The bullet grazed his shoulder and shattered a window of the shop behind him.

The scarred, burly man was stunned, seemingly not expecting to miss at such close range. He was about to adjust his gun when a sharp, piercing pain shot through his wrist!

"Ah!" he screamed as Chen Jun's iron grip tightened on his gun-wielding hand. Chen Jun twisted and pressed down slightly with his fingers.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of wrist bones breaking rang out.

The scarred, burly man's hand loosened weakly, and the revolver fell to the ground. But the gun didn't hit the ground; instead, it was caught steadily by Chen Jun's other hand as it fell.

Chen Jun's movements were fluid and effortless. As he caught the pistol, he twisted his arm, and the cold muzzle was already pressed against the scarred, burly man's forehead, which was drenched in cold sweat and contorted with pain.

Chen Jun looked down at him, his eyes icy cold and devoid of any warmth, his voice like a Siberian chill:

"Who asked you to come?"

The scarred, burly man was terrified. His crotch was instantly soaked with sweat. His mouth was agape, but due to extreme fear and pain, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Just then, Lao Wen and two others rushed out from the shadows and quickly began examining the unconscious or groaning thugs on the ground. Soon, Lao Wen found several small packets of white powder sealed with clear plastic in the pocket of one of the thugs' scattered coats. His expression changed, and he quickly picked them up and presented them to Chen Jun.

"Boss! Look at this!" Old Wen's voice was filled with shock and anger. "It fell out of these guys! It's drugs! Heroin!"

Chen Jun's gaze shifted from the scarred, burly man's terrified face to the small packets of white powder in Old Wen's hand, which still appeared glaringly bright even in the dim light. He frowned slightly and looked at Old Wen: "Are you sure?"

Old Wen nodded vigorously. Although he was usually a bit of a "loser," he was absolutely clear on matters of principle like drug identification: "I may be unreliable sometimes, but I can recognize this stuff even if it's ashes! The purity isn't low, it's the real deal! These bastards aren't just thugs, they're fucking drug dealers!"

Chen Jun's eyes instantly became even more deep and cold.

Things seemed to be more complicated than he had anticipated.