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

Chapter 1543 Overpowered, Within Range Lies the Truth

Soon, Chen Jun led the way, and many overseas Chinese carrying luggage followed him toward the dock.

The panic and fear on these people's faces were gone, replaced by peace of mind. That peace of mind was written on their faces, in their eyes, and in the way they walked. Some carried large bags, some carried suitcases, some held children, and some helped the elderly, but everyone's steps were steady because there was a person in military uniform in front of them. That figure was not tall, but when he walked there, he was like a wall.

The procession stretched out long, with people of all ages and genders, their footsteps uneven but continuous. Some glanced back at the alley behind them, the alley that had almost cost them their lives, then turned back and continued walking.

The child, perched on an adult's shoulder, had stopped crying but was now resting on red-rimmed eyes. He was simply looking curiously at the person in military uniform in front of him.

"Dad, is this what our People's Liberation Army is like? When I grow up, I want to be a member of the People's Liberation Army too."

“Yes, he is a soldier of our country,” the old father comforted his child.

However, as this group of people walked by, pairs of eyes emitting green light soon appeared on the street.

Those eyes lurked behind windows, at alley entrances, and in the shadows. They stared greedily at each expatriate, at their luggage, at their trunks, at their bundles—their eyes filled with greed, covetousness, and restless desire. Those bundles might contain valuables, those trunks might hold a lifetime's savings.

"It was these Yan people who robbed us of our wealth!"

A voice, low and filled with hatred, repeated a lie fabricated by who-knows-who, as if chanting a mantra.

We can't let them leave like this!

Another voice echoed, but the person remained huddled in the corner, not daring to move.

"Someone just made a move, and he killed them all by himself."

Someone offered a warning, their voice tinged with obvious apprehension. News of what happened at the alley entrance spread quickly; those blond-haired thugs were still lying there, and no one dared to collect their bodies.

"If you want to steal it, you go first."

Someone sneered, looking at the people around them.

"You go first, I'll follow."

Why don't you go?

"I……"

Amidst the various discussions, no one took action.

The green lights were still flashing, still staring, but no one dared to move an inch. They stared at the figure in military uniform ahead, remembering what had happened at the alley entrance, the gunshots, and the people lying on the ground. Those images were still vivid in their minds, lingering. The man's eyes, the way he fired the gun, the way he stood in the pool of blood—they were all etched into their minds.

Chen Jun walked at the front, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his steps steady. He could feel those gazes piercing him like needles. But he didn't turn back, he didn't stop, he just kept walking forward. The overseas Chinese following behind him didn't turn back either, they just followed him, they trusted the man in front of them, they trusted the military uniform he wore.

Footsteps echoed down the street, rhythmic and powerful. Occasionally, a child would cry out, only to be gently soothed by an adult. An elderly person, tired from walking, would receive a helping hand and continue. No one spoke, only the soft rustling of footsteps, like the sound of the tide.

And so, Chen Jun led his group back to the dock square.

The square was large and spacious. A sea breeze blew in from afar, carrying a salty, fishy smell. In the distance, one could see the dock, the moored ships, and the silhouettes of warships on the sea. Those warships were still outside the harbor, unable to enter, but their outlines and flags were visible.

The expatriates stopped in the square, put down their luggage, and caught their breath. Some sat on the ground, some stood and looked around, and some whispered to each other. Children ran around in the crowd and were scolded and pulled back by the adults. The elderly found a place to sit down and rubbed their legs. Middle-aged men counted the number of people, and middle-aged women checked the luggage.

Everyone was busy, but there was no panic on anyone's face.

Chen Jun stood at the front, his gaze sweeping across the square. He glanced at the distant sea, then at the direction of the dock, and then at the overseas Chinese who were gradually arriving. More and more people were coming; once the news spread, even more people would arrive.

Not long after, a line of law enforcement officers arrived.

They were dressed in uniforms, wearing hats, and carrying batons. There were seven or eight of them in a row, their steps leisurely but their demeanor menacing. The one leading them was a middle-aged man with a cold expression on his face. His eyes swept over Chen Jun, then over the overseas Chinese. The people behind him spread out a bit, as if they were about to form an encirclement.

They walked over and stopped in front of Chen Jun.

The lead law enforcement officer spoke, his voice cold and businesslike: "You do not have the relevant documentation for your entry. Come with us for questioning."

Chen Jun looked at him but didn't say anything.

The law enforcement officers waited for a while, but received no response. They repeated themselves: "Come with us and cooperate with the investigation."

Chen Jun spoke, his voice not loud, but every word clear: "Your country is unsafe, you are doing nothing. I've come to bring my compatriots home, what's the problem?"

The law enforcement officer was taken aback.

He looked at Chen Jun and hesitated for a moment. Chen Jun was right, but he couldn't admit it. He was a law enforcement officer; he had his duties, at least outwardly. There were so many people standing behind him, and people above him watching; he couldn't just let it go like this.

He steeled himself and said firmly, "If you don't produce any documents and refuse to cooperate with the investigation, we can take action..."

Chen Jun stared at him.

He just stared at him, his gaze like nails fixed on his face. Chen Jun's eyes were expressionless, but the law enforcement officer suddenly felt something was wrong. He felt there was something terrifying in Chen Jun's eyes. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he could sense it, like a ferocious beast staring at him, like a mountain pressing down on him, like an abyss gazing at him.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his mind suddenly became a little dazed.

He felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, with an abyss below. He felt as if something had grabbed him, rendering him unable to move or speak. His eyes began to glaze over, and a blank expression appeared on his face.

Little did he know, he had been hypnotized.

The other officers nearby were also bewildered by their leader's sudden silence. They exchanged glances, unsure whether to step forward or wait. One of them whispered his leader's name, but there was no response. Another peeked forward, then retreated. The scene remained frozen, eerily awkward.

The situation reached a stalemate.

Just then, Chen Jun's phone rang.

The ringing bell broke the silence and the eerie atmosphere. The law enforcement officer jolted, as if waking from a dream, and looked around blankly, wondering what had just happened to him.

Chen Jun glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.

"Commander."

It was Commander Ye from the military headquarters calling. His voice was as calm as ever, but beneath the calm lay suppressed emotions: "Chen Jun, where are you now?"

Chen Jun said, "It's already in the square at the dock in Inner Mongolia."

He paused, glancing at the law enforcement officers in front of him, who were still in a daze. He continued, "Right now, the other side's police are asking for entry and exit documents."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Commander Ye's voice rang out again: "The other side's officials, backed by the United States, have rejected our demands. The diplomats are currently stalling, and our warships are being kept outside the port."

Chen Jun could hear the anger in Commander Ye's words. The anger was suppressed and held back, but it felt like a fire being suppressed by a lid, and the lid itself was burning hot. A military region commander, facing this situation, had to suppress his anger and wait for the diplomats to argue.

Chen Jun remained silent for a second.

He looked at the distant sea, at the warships blocked outside, and at the shadows still lingering outside the harbor. He then looked behind him at the overseas Chinese, the elderly sitting on the ground waiting, the women holding children, and the men with weary faces.

Then he said, "Sir, how about this: give me command of the fleet, and I'll handle it, okay?"

Commander Ye did not speak.

Chen Jun continued, "Commander, we must be more assertive. The truth is within our firing range; there's no need to argue any further."

There was still silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Jun waited.

The sea breeze blew, ruffling his clothes and hair. The law enforcement officers opposite him were still in a daze, while the others beside him were also stunned, unsure of what to do. The overseas Chinese behind him sat or stood quietly; some looked up at his back, while others muttered something under their breath.

A few seconds later, Commander Ye's voice came through the phone again.