fictionpage Chapter 1549 More Important Things: The Beast Is Approaching
Chapter 1549 More Important Things: The Beast Is Approaching
The atmosphere on the dock suddenly became subtle, with an indescribable tension permeating the air.
"Boss, stop joking. Evacuating our citizens is the priority. We finally found some vehicles! Eight buses, all new, can hold several hundred people. I've already arranged the drivers, and they're ready to go anytime!"
After he finished speaking, he realized that Chen Jun and the middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit were standing face to face with each other. Both of them had strange expressions. What surprised him even more was that they both shook their heads at the same time.
Old Fan's smile froze on his face, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his lips twitched: "What do you mean? You're not retreating? Are you serious?"
Chen Jun glanced at him, his tone calm but firm: "No need for the bus. This Mr. Tang will help with the accommodation. You contact him and make the arrangements."
"Huh?" Old Fan's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He looked at Chen Jun, then at Tang Zhongzheng, his face full of question marks. "What... what's going on? I finally got this car, and now it's just going to be abandoned?"
Chen Jun leaned close to Lao Fan's ear and explained a few words in a low voice. Lao Fan's body stiffened slightly on the spot.
Holy crap, a garrison?
It sounds impressive, but is it reliable? Would anyone agree to it?
Tang Zhongzheng stepped forward, bowed slightly, and explained in a gentle and steady voice, “Comrade, we have a local Chinese Chamber of Commerce that has been operating for decades and still has some resources. We can arrange hotels, canteens, and supplies. Rather than risking a retreat at this time, it would be better to settle down in a safe place first. We can make further plans once the situation stabilizes. This way, we can ensure everyone's safety and also preserve the hard work and accumulation we have made here over the years.”
Old Fan blinked, his mind racing. Having spent so many years in the intelligence system, he had long since developed a keen intuition and could grasp things instantly. In just a few seconds, he understood the deeper meaning behind Tang Zhongzheng's words—this was no simple matter of withdrawal; it was a continuation of the garrison plan, a crucial step towards solving the problem once and for all.
"Got it!" Old Fan slapped his thigh, his face breaking into a bright smile again. "This plan is excellent! It solves the problem once and for all!" He turned to Tang Zhongzheng, extending his hand warmly. "Mr. Tang, is it? It's a pleasure to meet you! Let's coordinate now and see how to arrange things. How many people do we need? What supplies do we need? Food, water, and lodging—anything I can help with, just let me know!"
Tang Zhongzheng grasped his hand, and the two smiled at each other, a tacit understanding flowing in their smiles.
Old Fan was about to pull Chen Jun along to carry out the security plan, but Chen Jun stood still. He looked into the distance, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes sharpened, as if he had spotted some dangerous prey.
"You guys go first," Chen Jun said in a low, calm voice. "I have more important things to do."
Old Fan paused for a moment, then followed Chen Jun's gaze. Upon seeing what was there, his expression changed.
In the distance, over by the Indonesian police, more and more law enforcement officers were gathering. What had initially been a dozen or so people standing there lazily had grown to at least thirty or forty, and was still increasing, swarming in from all directions like ants. They wore dark blue uniforms, carrying batons and shields, some even holding walkie-talkies, and were lined up, their footsteps rhythmic and heavy. The lead officer, a portly man, stood with his hands on his hips, peering over with obvious impatience and contempt on his face.
He Chenguang and the others tried to block their way, but the disparity in numbers was too great, and they couldn't hold them off for long. The law enforcement officers started pushing and shoving, cursing and shouting, and their voices grew louder and louder.
Chen Jun's eyes were fixed on that direction, his body leaning slightly forward like a cheetah ready to pounce, all his muscles tense.
Tang Zhongzheng also saw what was happening. He took a step forward and lowered his voice, saying, "General, I have some prestige in this area, and I know a few people in the police force. I've dealt with them for decades. Why don't I handle it? Perhaps I can buy some time and use the Chamber of Commerce's name to deal with them."
Chen Jun reached out and pressed down on his shoulder. The force wasn't strong, but it carried an unyielding determination, like a mountain pressing down on him.
“This is my mission.” Chen Jun looked at him, his eyes calm and deep, like an unfathomable ancient well. “I am a soldier. This is something I must do.”
Tang Zhongzheng opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end he only nodded heavily. He looked into Chen Jun's eyes, and there was no fear, no hesitation, only an almost cold calm. At that moment, a heartfelt admiration welled up in his heart—this young general truly didn't value his own life, and truly regarded responsibility as more important than anything else.
Chen Jun released his grip, turned around, and walked towards the dock step by step. His pace was slow but exceptionally steady, each step firm and solid, leaving shallow footprints on the pier. The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, making them flutter behind him like a flag.
Tang Zhongzheng stood there, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance, his eyes slightly red. He had lived for over fifty years and seen many people—businessmen, politicians, soldiers—all kinds of people. But he had never seen anyone like this, such a pure soldier.
“Let’s go, Mr. Tang.” Old Fan’s voice rang in his ears, carrying a rare seriousness. “We each have our own mission. Let’s do what we should do and not let the boss’s good intentions go to waste.”
Tang Zhongzheng turned his head and looked at Lao Fan. This man, who had just been grinning and glib, now had an indescribable seriousness on his face, and his eyes held a strange determination.
"As for our boss..." Old Fan looked at Chen Jun's back, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips. The smile was filled with an almost blind confidence and deep trust. "Hehe, no one in this world can kill him."
Tang Zhongzheng was taken aback. He didn't know where Lao Fan's confidence came from, but that tone, that look, that unreserved trust, made him feel inexplicably at ease. Perhaps, this was the bond between comrades-in-arms, the trust built only after going through life-and-death trials.
The two turned and walked quickly toward the buses. Behind them, Chen Jun's figure grew farther and farther away, yet clearer and clearer, like a moving mountain.
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Chen Jun walked step by step toward the group of law enforcement officers, his steps steady and his face expressionless, like a machine without emotion.
His gaze remained fixed on the portly police officer, who was about fifty years old. His belly was so protruding that it stretched his dark blue uniform so tight that the buttons were about to burst open. He didn't look like a policeman; he looked more like a pampered businessman. His face was filled with obvious disdain and contempt, and a cold smile played on his lips. When he saw Chen Jun approaching, he didn't even bother to move. He just stood there with his hands on his hips, looking down at the young Yan officer with a condescending gaze.
"Stop!" A young law enforcement officer next to him raised his baton and blocked Chen Jun's way, his voice threatening.
Chen Jun didn't stop, or even glance at him. He just kept walking forward, his gaze fixed on the fat police officer, his eyes eerily calm, as if he were looking at a dead man.
The young man holding the baton froze for a moment, then involuntarily took a step back. He didn't know why he was backing down; he just instinctively felt that this man was too dangerous, a danger ingrained in his very being, sending chills down his spine.
Chen Jun walked through the crowd step by step, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
The portly officer frowned. He disliked this feeling; it made him feel looked down upon, oppressed. It was like a ferocious beast standing before him, ready to pounce and tear him apart at any moment, sending chills down his spine.
He cleared his throat, trying to project an authoritative demeanor, but his voice already trembled slightly: "You have half an hour. If you can't produce the relevant documents, this constitutes illegal entry! We'll have to enforce the law! Don't blame us for being impolite then!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine and straight to the top of his head.
Chen Jun took a step forward, bringing the two closer together—close enough to see the reflection in each other's pupils, close enough to feel the warmth of each other's breath. At that moment, the chubby officer suddenly felt as if he were facing not a person, but a ferocious beast approaching, a wild animal poised to pounce. That dangerous aura made the hairs on his body stand on end, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
He instinctively took a step back, his hand already reaching for the sidearm at his waist, his fingers trembling as he tried to reach the holster buckle.
"Grab him!" His voice changed, filled with obvious fear, sharp as a chicken being choked.
The surrounding law enforcement officers were stunned for a moment, and before they could react, they heard a crisp "click".
Chen Jun's hand had already reached out without anyone noticing, moving with lightning speed, and precisely grabbed the fat officer's wrist as he reached for his gun. His hand was like an iron clamp, with astonishing strength, rendering the fat officer unable to move. It felt as if the bones in his wrist were about to shatter. The fat officer's face instantly turned bright red, like a pig's liver, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, rolling down his cheeks. He let out a painful groan.
"You...you let go!" He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out, only a gasp escaped his lips.
Chen Jun looked at him quietly, his eyes still calm, but hidden in that calm was a suffocating sense of oppression, like an undercurrent in the deep sea.
On the dock, all sound vanished in that instant, leaving only the howling sea breeze and the distant crashing of waves against the shore. The law enforcement officers stood frozen, exchanging bewildered glances, batons and shields raised, yet none dared to take a step forward, none dared to utter a sound. The air seemed to solidify.
The fat police officer's wrist was gripped, and he froze, the arrogance and contempt on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by an undisguised fear. His lips trembled, his face turned from red to white, and his legs began to go weak.
Chen Jun looked into his eyes, his voice low and calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary, but there was an undeniable power in his voice:
"Half an hour? No need. I can tell you right now—regardless of whether there are documents or not, our people must leave safely today."
The fat police officer's lips trembled, unable to utter a single word, only able to make "hoarse" sounds. His men stood around him, forming a circle, but none dared to take a step forward, none dared to utter a sound.