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

Chapter 1512 The Chase

Chen Jun, gripping the heavy cleaver, tumbled out from behind the kitchen curtain, which reeked of smoke and blood. The scene before him made even this veteran detective, accustomed to bloodshed, feel his heart clench, quickly replaced by overwhelming rage.

The dining hall outside has become a living hell.

Sunlight streamed through the broken windows and blasted holes, dappling the messy ground and illuminating the splattered dark red blood and food scraps. Few tables and chairs remained intact; wood chips, broken glass, and shards of porcelain littered the floor.

The most shocking thing is the people.

More than a dozen innocent diners and employees who were unable to escape or hide were now lying on the ground, rolling and groaning in pain.

Some people screamed in agony, clutching their mangled legs; others had shrapnel and glass embedded in their bodies, their clothes soaked in blood. But Chen Jun could tell at a glance that while these visible injuries were indeed horrific, the truly deadly force was the invisible one—the intense shockwave of the explosion.

Those closest to the epicenter, even with only minor external wounds, were now bleeding from their mouths and noses, breathing rapidly or weakly, and their pupils were dilating. Their internal organs had likely been ruptured, or even bleeding internally, in the violent shock. The pain they endured was far beyond what could be described as the pain of losing a hand or foot.

The air was filled with the smells of blood, gunpowder, and incontinence, mixed with the terrified cries of survivors and the dying moans of the wounded.

"Damn it..." Chen Jun gritted his teeth, his knuckles white as he gripped the knife hilt. "They call themselves a holy organization... What a load of rubbish! They treat human life like dirt, slaughtering the innocent, and this is what you call holy?!"

The rage burning in his chest made his eyes bloodshot. All ideals and beliefs became the most disgusting and hypocritical fig leaf in the face of such a shameless and indiscriminate massacre of civilians.

"I swear..." he muttered to himself, his voice cold and hard as iron, "If I don't uproot your 'Abyss' and tear you to pieces, I, Chen Jun, will write my name backwards! People like you shouldn't even exist in this world!"

Just then—

"Da da da da—!!!"

Another burst of rapid gunfire came from the direction of the restaurant's main entrance and broken windows! Bullets struck the walls, pillars, and overturned furniture with a crackling sound, kicking up more debris and dust.

Chen Jun was prepared. A split second before the shot rang out, his body rolled sideways along the ground like a ghost, using the remaining load-bearing pillar and the heavy bar counter as cover. The bullets followed his trajectory, leaving a trail of bullet holes behind him.

Two men, dressed in ordinary jackets but with fierce eyes, carrying compact submachine guns, cautiously took turns providing cover as they crept in through the front door. Their gun barrels scanned the smoke-filled, screaming hall warily, their focus clearly on finding their escaped target—Chen Jun.

Just as the person on the left crossed the threshold, their attention was slightly drawn to an injured person struggling and crawling in front of them—

Behind a pile of overturned tables and chairs, a dark figure suddenly leaped up like a cheetah!

The blade flashed, not flashy, but fast, accurate, and ruthless! The heavy cleaver, carrying Chen Jun's full strength and rage, cleaved fiercely upwards, striking the side of the first gunman's neck!

"Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being pierced and bones breaking was horrifying. The man didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before his eyes bulged out, his submachine gun slipped from his hand, and his body slumped to the side with the force of the blade.

Almost simultaneously, without pausing, Chen Jun used the force of his chop to spin around, and his left elbow, like an iron hammer, struck the second gunman's Adam's apple with overwhelming force!

"Uh!"

A dull thud. The second gunman's eyes bulged, a suffocating sensation instantly gripping his consciousness. His finger on the trigger clenched spasmodically, the muzzle wobbling wildly, bullets rattling towards the ceiling.

Chen Jun had already drawn the cleaver in his right hand, and with a swift motion, the blade sliced ​​across the second man's carotid artery. Warm, sweet-smelling liquid spurted out.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The two armed attackers didn't even get a clear look at their faces before they were killed on the spot.

Without pausing, Chen Jun threw away the kitchen knife, bent down to pick up the first fallen submachine gun, and at the same time hooked the second one with his foot. He then pushed the still convulsing second corpse towards the door for temporary cover, while he pressed himself against the wall next to the door.

There were clearly accomplices outside. After hearing the brief gunshots and strange noises inside, a more intense barrage of bullets poured towards the door and windows, sending debris flying from the door frame and causing the bodies to tremble.

Chen Jun squinted, calmly listening to the intervals between gunshots. Just as a magazine ran out and a brief reload sound came from outside, he swiftly pushed the first corpse halfway out the door, then followed closely behind, sidestepping out and using the door frame and the corpse as cover, his submachine gun spitting out angry flames!

"Da da da da—!!"

Bullets sprayed towards the direction where the flashes of gunfire appeared in his memory. A muffled groan and the sound of something falling to the ground came from afar.

"Come here, you scum!" Chen Jun roared at the direction where enemies might be hiding on the street outside, both to vent his anger and to provoke them. He wanted to draw the fire to himself, to buy time for the survivors in the restaurant, for Lu Da and the others, and to prevent the enemy from going so far as to throw explosives into the restaurant again.

He fired a long burst of shots until he was out of ammo. Without hesitation, he threw away the empty gun, kicked the corpse in front of him away to attract any possible attention, and then dashed off like an arrow toward a side alley in the opposite direction from the restaurant!

He couldn't stay here and hold out. The other side were ruthless lunatics with no moral compass; if the stalemate continued, they might use even more extreme methods to destroy this area along with all the living people within it. He had to move and lure his pursuers away.

Sure enough, as soon as he rushed into the alley, he heard hurried footsteps and suppressed shouts behind him—more than one person. Bullets followed his retreating figure, thudding into the alleyway wall. These men seemed to have completely abandoned concealment and tactics, their eyes fixed on only one goal—to kill Chen Jun here, at all costs!

Chen Jun's lips curled into an icy, chilling smile. You want to kill me? Perfect, I also want to leave all of you bastards here!

He no longer ran in a straight line, but instead used his familiarity with the terrain to move swiftly like a fleeting ghost through the intricate network of low-rise houses, abandoned shops, and back alleys. Sometimes he swept across rooftops, sometimes he climbed over narrow windows, and sometimes he blended into the scattered, panicked crowds only to quickly disappear again. The pursuers behind him were constantly pulled away and confused, but they remained like hyenas that had smelled blood, relentlessly biting him.

After several twists and turns, and with deliberate guidance, Chen Jun arrived at an abandoned building area awaiting demolition. Most of the buildings here were old three- or four-story brick-and-mortar structures, with destroyed doors and windows, mottled walls, and empty interiors filled with clutter.

He slipped into one of the most dilapidated buildings, his footsteps barely making a sound on the dusty concrete floor. His eyes were icy as he quickly scanned the empty lobby and the staircase leading upstairs.

“Very good,” he murmured to himself, like the whisper of death, “Here, it’s quiet. Perfect for a final reckoning.”

He took off his blood-stained and dust-covered coat, threw it in a corner, and stretched his wrists and neck.

Not long after, hurried but cautious footsteps stopped outside the building.

Clearly, the pursuers also realized that their target had entered this ruin, a place easy to ambush.

A brief silence.

Then, two dark figures, guns at the ready, entered through the dilapidated door in a standard tactical formation, one in front of the other. Their gun barrels moved slowly, sweeping across the empty hall, the piles of debris, and the dark stairwell.

Just as the first person stepped across the obvious line of light and shadow at the doorway, and their vision adjusted to the dimness of the room—

From the shadows behind him, where it appeared to be just a pile of collapsed bricks, a figure suddenly sprang up!

There was no shout, only a blurry, dark light that pierced the air and struck the first intruder precisely and ruthlessly in the temple! The muffled sound of skull shattering sent chills down one's spine.

The second man reacted extremely quickly, turning his gun in an instant, but Chen Jun was even faster! As he knocked down the first man, he crouched down and closed in, his left hand gripping the second man's wrist holding the gun like an iron clamp and lifting it upwards. The sharp end of the steel bar in his right hand, like a poisonous thorn, plunged from bottom to top into the man's jaw, straight through his skull!

"Uh……"

The second man's body shuddered violently, his finger unconsciously pulling the trigger. A burst of bullets struck the ceiling, sending dust swirling down. Immediately, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his body went limp.

Chen Jun gently set down the body, picked up the pistol that had fallen from the body, checked the magazine, and then disappeared into the shadows again, like a lurking spider waiting for more prey to step into its web.

Outside the building, an eerie silence fell once again.

The only sounds were the whistling of the wind blowing through the broken window and the faint distant sirens and commotion coming from the direction of the restaurant.

Chen Jun frowned slightly, pressed himself against the cold wall, and heightened his senses to the extreme.

Not right.

Given the madness and determination that the "Abyss" group just displayed, they shouldn't have stopped just because they lost two people.

What are they hesitating about? Are they waiting for more people to join them? Or... do they have other plans?

The silence was more unsettling than the sound of gunfire.

Outside the abandoned building, on the cracked concrete ground, stood seven or eight men in black, armed and on guard, their eyes warily fixed on the dark entrance, but no one dared to step inside easily.

Ahead of them stood a man who seemed out of place in the somber atmosphere around them.

He was not tall, even a bit short and stout, with a head of sparse, Mediterranean-style hair, a few strands of which fluttered pitifully in the afternoon breeze.

He wore a wrinkled gray suit, with no shirt underneath, revealing his hairy chest and thick gold chain. His face was full of flesh, and his eyes were cloudy, exuding a savage, bandit-like aura. At that moment, he was oblivious to his surroundings, picking his nose with his little finger, flicking out a clump of phlegm before casually dismissing it.

"Such a thing is true?" he asked, his voice extremely strange, hoarse and dry, like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other, making one's teeth ache and eardrums uncomfortable. "Chen Jun... the youngest general in Yan Kingdom? Tsk tsk, well-deserved reputation. He killed so many of my men, and still managed to pull off a counter-ambush... impressive."

He clapped his hands, as if applauding, but there was no appreciation on his face, only a cruel interest as if he had seen interesting prey.

"You," he said without turning his head, waving the hand that had just been picking his nose behind him, his tone filled with unquestionable contempt, "stay outside. Don't go in and die. I'll go and meet this 'legend' myself."

After saying that, he actually swaggered towards the dark and dilapidated entrance of the building, seemingly without any precautions. His footsteps rustled on the gravel, making a clear sound in the silence.

In the shadows inside the building, Chen Jun's muscles tensed slightly. He saw the strangely behaving target and heard the metallic scraping sound.

The opponent appeared relaxed, but the distance between each step and the posture of his body subtly revealed an unusual sense of coordination and power.

Just as the short, stout man stepped one foot into the dimly lit building—

Chen Jun made his move!