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

Chapter 1544 Li Yunlong roared, "Fuck him!"

Military headquarters.

Commander Ye stood in front of the map, his hands behind his back, his gaze lingering on the shimmering dot in the Indian Ocean.

“Chen Jun, you are a general and have the authority to command this operation. However, you need to be careful. After all, you are abroad, and the United States is also watching you closely. Their people are in the nearby waters, and the aircraft carrier battle group is less than 300 nautical miles away from you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jun's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone. His laughter was filled with a long-lost sense of pride, as if it could sweep away the heavy atmosphere in the command room: "Haha, I usually know how to behave properly, don't worry!"

What the hell do you mean by "don't worry"...

Commander Ye's lips twitched involuntarily. These words, coming from Chen Jun's mouth, sounded unsettling. He recalled the outrageous things Chen Jun had done back then. Just as he was about to give him a few more instructions, the busy tone of the phone call ended. The dial tone was particularly jarring in the silent command room.

"That brat..." Commander Ye shook his head helplessly. Chen Jun's rank was now no lower than his, the hawkish leader.

When Chen Jun took a hard line, even Commander Ye couldn't be tough; he could only soften his stance.

"Notify the East China Sea Fleet to immediately contact Commander Chen. From this moment on, command of the evacuation operation has been transferred. The fleet captain is Dong Lai; he must take direct orders without any delay!"

"Yes!"

Inside the flagship command center of the East China Sea Fleet.

The command center was brightly lit, with various instruments and screens flashing dense data.

Captain Donglai stood in front of the command platform, his hands resting on the surface, his eyes fixed on the nautical chart ahead. This fierce sea lion was dressed in a crisp naval uniform, with a burly figure and dark skin. At this moment, he was pursing his lips tightly because of his anxiety.

His fleet has been stuck in these international waters for a full six hours, and Indonesia has been reluctant to issue a "release document," giving plausible reasons such as "needing to verify identities" and "awaiting approval from higher authorities." But everyone can see that the United States is behind this.

The communications soldier hurried towards the east, his leather shoes clicking rapidly on the metal floor. He handed over an encrypted communicator, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness: "Reporting, Captain, a call from headquarters. The commander has been handed over. Please answer the call."

Donglai took a deep breath, took the communicator with the solemnity of receiving a battle flag. He straightened his back, his voice loud and powerful, echoing in the command cabin: "Donglai reporting! Comrade Commander, Donglai, commander of the emergency evacuation of overseas Chinese from the East China Sea Fleet, awaits instructions!"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the communicator, carrying a long-lost sense of warmth: "It's me, Chen Jun."

Donglai was stunned for a moment: "Chen Jun?...What's your rank now? General?!"

Before setting off, Commander Ye only briefly told him that once he arrived in the Indonesian waters, he should follow the command of a general. He never expected that this general would be Chen Jun.

"What, am I, a general, not qualified to command you, this 'raging lion of the sea'?"

Donglai's lips twitched, then he grinned and said, "Yes, yes, yes! Definitely! Don't joke around, you're a general! If this were on land, I'd have to salute you!"

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony. The first order is now to activate all the ship's gun turrets, lock onto the direction of Indonesia, aim, and be ready to fire at any time!"

"Holy crap?!" Donglai's smile froze on his face instantly, his mouth agape as if he could fit an egg in it.

He lowered his voice, his tone filled with disbelief, almost beating Dong Lai as he spoke: "Chen Jun, you...you're serious? You're going to open fire if you don't let us through? This is an international incident! The Americans are watching right here, they'd love for us to fire the first shot!"

There was a moment of silence on the communicator, followed by Chen Jun's familiar voice, but with a coldness that Dong Lai had never experienced before: "Old friend, don't you know what kind of person I am?"

Donglai opened his mouth, but didn't reply.

He certainly knew Chen Jun; his codename was "Ghost," the man who had left a legend in countless top-secret missions. He remembered Chen Jun once saying, "Some things always have to be done by someone." But the voice he heard now made him realize that Chen Jun was no longer the young officer who had fought alongside him.

The years and military rank have imbued him with a deeper, more profound quality; otherwise, why would he have risen through the ranks so quickly?

He finally became a major general, but then someone else became a general and reached the pinnacle of his career.

Chen Jun's voice continued, his tone gradually rising, filled with long-suppressed anger, an anger like magma finally finding an outlet: "Our motherland is strong now. Why do those opportunists, separated by thousands of miles, obey the orders of the United States and other Western countries? What gives them the right? Isn't it just because we were easy to bully in the past?!"

"Damn it, Captain Donglai, this time, we won't hold back!"

Chen Jun uttered a phrase from a classic Chinese poem, and in that moment, he seemed to transform into Li Yunlong—the legendary figure who never followed the rules on the battlefield yet always won. His voice carried burning anger and unwavering determination. That voice pierced through the radio waves, through the steel cabins, and through the hearts of everyone present.

The command cabin was deathly silent. The communications soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, barely daring to breathe. Someone swallowed hard, the sound of their Adam's apple bobbing clearly audible. The clock on the wall ticked away, each second feeling exceptionally long. Donglai stared at the gray sea outside the porthole, his fist slowly clenching until his knuckles turned white from the force.