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

Chapter 1493 You're Dead...

Lin Zhan's maniacal laughter, a mixture of pain and madness, echoed in the room. As his body rolled over, the seemingly decorative wall suddenly emitted a dull mechanical creak and violently flipped inward!

Behind the wall was a hidden weapon rack, with several automatic rifles and submachine guns fixed on it, their muzzles pointing menacingly at the center of the room—the very spot where Chen Jun had just stood! The trigger mechanism seemed to be the force and angle at which Lin Zhan slammed into the wall.

"You're dead!! Haha... cough..." Lin Zhan coughed up blood while letting out a hysterical, ferocious laugh, his eyes filled with vengeful pleasure and a kind of "I won" madness. "It seems... the legendary War God of Yan Kingdom is nothing special! Not calm enough!!"

The moment the wall flips, the pre-set firing mechanism activates!

Bang bang bang bang bang——

A sudden burst of gunfire erupted! Bullets rained down on the central area of ​​the room! Wooden furniture was shattered into pieces, expensive decorations were instantly reduced to dust, and a series of bullet holes appeared on the carpet. The smell of gunpowder instantly overwhelmed the stench of blood and perfume.

According to Lin Zhan's plan, Chen Jun, who was in the center of the room and caught off guard, should have been riddled with bullets by now.

however--

His savage laughter and coughing up blood stopped abruptly in the next instant, like a rooster being choked! In its place was an incredulous, ghost-like horror!

Because he was shocked to see that the figure that should have been riddled with bullets had appeared like a ghost near where he had rolled and landed!

Chen Jun had not a single bullet mark on his body. His military uniform was crisp and his eyes were cold as he looked down at him, as if the deadly hail of bullets was just a gentle breeze that brushed past his face!

"You...how...how are you here?!" Lin Zhan's voice was distorted by extreme shock and fear, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. "Impossible...you should...be in your room..."

The trap was meticulously designed, its triggering absolutely reliable. Bullets covered every possible angle for evasion. How...did this person get out? When did he appear? Did he see through the trap beforehand? Or is his speed...already inhumanly fast?

"Provoke me, make me get close to the wall, trigger the mechanism, and then you use it to roll to the relatively safer doorway?" Chen Jun's voice rang out, flat and emotionless, yet piercing Lin Zhan's heart like an ice pick. "Is that all you've got?"

He slowly raised his foot, then slammed it down, not to stomp on Lin Zhan, but to step on a piece of wood shavings that had been thrown at him, crushing it to dust.

"I got to where I am today not because of brute force, nor because I was easily provoked by a nobody like you," Chen Jun said, taking another step forward to close the distance between himself and Lin Zhan, who was slumped on the ground.

Lin Zhan's eyes were finally filled with pure fear. He wanted to shrink back, but the excruciating pain in his ribs and the damage to his internal organs made him unable to move.

"Crack!!"

Another heavy, hammer-like fist slammed into Lin Zhan's other ribs!

This time, the sound of bones shattering was clearer and more frequent, indicating that countless bones had broken.

Lin Zhan opened his mouth wide, but couldn't even scream. He could only squeeze out a hoarse sound from deep in his throat. Large gushes of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth and nose, staining the carpet and the expensive suit fragments beneath him.

"waste."

Chen Jun uttered two words expressionlessly, followed by a swift and concise close-quarters combat combination—elbow strike, knee strike, and palm strike! Each strike landed on Lin Zhan's most vulnerable and painful parts of his body, yet cleverly avoided the truly fatal points.

"Pfft! Pfft! Crack! Thud!"

Lin Zhan was repeatedly struck and slammed against the floor and walls like a rag doll, blood spurting out as if it were free. His breath quickly weakened, and his eyes began to glaze over, but the hoarse sound in his throat never stopped, carrying a kind of dying obsession.

Just as Chen Jun was about to deliver the final chop, intending to knock him unconscious, Lin Zhan's twisted, blood-stained hand suddenly mustered its last bit of strength and laboriously reached for a tiny button on his waist that appeared to be embedded in a belt buckle and was extremely well hidden.

His mouth was almost smashed to pieces, his teeth were out, but it still writhed, emitting indistinct hissing sounds filled with deep resentment and a kind of perverse excitement:

"You...are...dead...by...haha...we...success...we...success...gene...warriors...release...let...them...die...together..."

With his last ounce of strength, he pressed the button hard!

"Di-"

A very faint electronic notification sound rang out, almost drowned out by the sound of Lin Zhan's own blood splattering.

Chen Jun paused slightly. He had actually noticed Lin Zhan's subtle movement long ago, and even, through a battlefield perception beyond that of ordinary people, he had preemptively detected the subtle contractions of the other's muscles and the abnormal fluctuations in his emotions.

But he didn't stop.

On one hand, he wanted to see what this so-called "Abyss" organization, Lin Zhan's last trump card in his desperate situation, really was. Gene warriors? Were they bio-modified beings like those from the Skull and Bones Society?

On the other hand, in his perception, pressing the button didn't seem to immediately trigger a direct danger that could threaten his life, such as a massive explosion or a toxic gas leak. The source of danger seemed to have been redirected in another direction from the manor, and... its intensity was limited?

The instant Lin Zhan pressed the button—

"Boom!!!"

A muffled explosion, seemingly originating from underground, came from the direction of a secluded courtyard deep within the manor! The ground trembled slightly, and the windowpanes rattled. The explosion didn't seem particularly powerful, but the sound was muffled, unlike that of ordinary explosives; it sounded more like something being forcibly broken open.

Almost simultaneously with the explosion, intense and rapid gunfire erupted around the manor! Automatic rifle bursts, submachine gun fire, crisp pistol returns, and the explosions of grenades... instantly shattered the eerie silence that had enveloped the manor.

Faintly, a rough and familiar roar could be heard piercing through the gunfire: "Charge in! Make backup for the boss!!"

It's Lao Wen! The Strategic Bureau's action team, either according to plan or having sensed the movement inside, has finally launched a strong attack!

Attacked from both inside and outside, the entire manor was instantly "blown up"! The alarm was drowned out by the sound of gunfire, and the sounds of people moving about, shouting, screaming, clashing guns, and buildings being destroyed filled the air.

In the midst of this sudden chaos, an eerie calm prevailed in Chen Jun's room in the main building.

Chen Jun looked down at Lin Zhan, who was barely breathing, only exhaling and not inhaling, yet still staring at him with a vacant and crazed gaze.

He bent down, grabbed Lin Zhan's tattered collar with one hand, and lifted him from the pool of blood like a dead dog. Lin Zhan's limp body swayed in the air, blood dripping down.

Chen Jun stopped looking at him, turned around, picked up the bloodied man, and strode out towards the direction from which the gunfire was most intense and where Lao Wen's voice came from.