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

Chapter 1525 Dream Space, The Terror of Hypnosis

Chen Jun's figure, amidst the lingering smoke and acrid smell, resembled a silhouette emerging from a painting of hell. His black combat uniform, stained with dust, sweat, and a few dark red splatters, appeared particularly somber and grim against the backdrop of the still crackling, burning giant tree behind him.

He didn't say anything like "I bet your gun is out of bullets" like in movies or TV shows; he just silently and steadily walked forward.

However, that calm yet eerily penetrating whisper, like the murmur of a nightmare, continued to pound on the already collapsing nerves of the remaining "Abyss" militants, again and again:

"You...can't hit me."

"You...can't hit me."

The sound was soft, even somewhat monotonous, yet it seemed to possess an inexplicable magic, drilling directly into their ears and their chaotic minds. Under the continuous targeted interference of "hacker hypnosis," this simple, negative statement, coupled with the illogical visual impact of Chen Jun's unhurried advance against the hail of bullets, was amplified infinitely, transforming into a near-curse-like mental suggestion.

The distance is constantly shortening with silent and steady steps.

Twenty meters... fifteen meters... ten meters...

The bullets continued to whistle, fired from the trembling muzzles of the nearly deranged militants. But their trajectories appeared more chaotic and futile. Some flew high into the treetops, some embedded themselves deeply in the soil, and the closest one grazed Chen Jun's calf, tearing the fabric but not even scratching his skin.

The shooter's face was contorted in extreme pain.

Some people were filled with pure, primal fear, their eyes bulging as if they were witnessing the most terrifying sight in the world; others were consumed by an absurd, incomprehensible anger and despair, roaring and futilely pulling the trigger, seemingly trying to dispel the demons in their hearts with the sound of gunfire; still others had unfocused eyes and trembling lips, as if silently questioning why this was happening.

They couldn't understand. They believed in power, in the superiority gained through "evolution," and considered themselves "advanced humans." Yet now, facing this silently approaching man, all their weapons, all their beliefs, all their "advanced" status seemed so ridiculous, so powerless. The mental shock of having their understanding completely overturned was far more devastating than any physical injury.

Finally, Chen Jun walked up to them.

The nearest militant, seemingly just struggling to muster a sliver of instinct to resist from extreme fear, made a strange hoarse sound in his throat as he tried to turn his gun. However, to Chen Jun, his movements were as slow as if frozen in time.

A flash of cold light!

Chen Jun's specially made combat knife, like a viper's hiss, swiftly and precisely sliced ​​across the man's neck. The blade cut through flesh, blood vessels, and trachea with only a faint hissing sound. The man's body stiffened abruptly, the madness in his eyes instantly replaced by a deathly emptiness. His hands fell limply to his sides, his gun dropped, and he slowly slid against the wall of the cover, blood quickly spreading beneath him.

Chen Jun didn't stop walking; he flipped his wrist, and the blade flashed again!

The second, the third...

Each flash of the saber's cold light marked the end of a "Abyss" militant's life. The movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless to the point of being devoid of any human touch. It was as if he wasn't killing, but rather conducting a precise, pre-arranged reaping of death. Those bodies that had undergone so-called "enhancement" or "modification," faced with absolute speed, strength, and skill, were essentially no different from ordinary people.

"...A devil! He's a devil!!"

Finally, someone completely broke down, letting out a piercing, inhuman scream. What "advanced human beings," what "divine favor"—all vanished before the naked, irresistible reality of death. The spiritual collapse brought on by the breakdown of faith was far more devastating than the physical collapse.

Chen Jun's persistent whispers, which had been like background noise, now seemed to transform into a temptation and judgment from the deepest abyss, becoming clearer and more corrosive:

"Don't resist...resistance is pointless..."

"You are just...insects..."

"Accept your fate...return to silence..."

The voice seemed to have hooks, drilling into their chaotic minds, eroding their last remaining will to resist, and leading them toward the abyss of self-destruction.

"No! I'm not a bug! I'm...I'm..." A militant clutched his head, screaming in agony, his eyes glazed over. Suddenly, he turned his gun and pulled the trigger on his equally bewildered comrade beside him!

"boom!"

His companion looked down in astonishment at the blood blooming on his chest, then looked up at the shooter, his face filled with disbelief, before slowly collapsing.

The shooter looked at his fallen comrade, then at the gun in his hand, a twisted expression of pleasure and agony contorted on his face. He muttered to himself, "Insect...yes, I'm an insect...we all deserve to die...go to hell..."

He suddenly shoved the gun barrel into his wide-open mouth.

"boom!"

The muffled gunshots echoed inside the bunker, and a glob of red and white substance spurted from the back of his head as he slumped against the control panel.

In the blink of an eye, only two people remained standing. They leaned against the cold metal bulkhead, their faces ashen, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind, their hands barely able to hold their guns, their eyes empty and desperate, having completely lost the courage to fight and the ability to think.

Chen Jun stopped, standing about five meters in front of them. The strange, eerie light in his eyes slowly faded. Continuously using this skill, which directly targets the mental realm of others, was also a considerable burden for him. It felt like continuously performing complex mental calculations with high intensity and high precision, leaving him with a subtle sense of mental exhaustion.

He adjusted his breathing slightly.

The last two survivors, seemingly due to Chen Jun ceasing his "spell" and the looming pressure of death, managed to break free from the vortex of deep suggestion and collective panic they had been in, barely managing to regain a sliver of their animalistic survival instincts.

"You...you don't come any closer!!" one of them screamed hoarsely, suddenly raising his gun and aiming it at Chen Jun, his finger trembling violently on the trigger.

"Oh!"

A shot rang out.

The bullet left the chamber, but due to the gunman's extreme fear and trembling arm, it went far off course, grazing Chen Jun's left ear and creating a slight gust of air.

Chen Jun didn't even make any obvious dodging movements. Just as the man pulled the trigger, relying on his superhuman reaction and perception, he turned his head extremely slightly to the right by a few millimeters.

He wanted to try again.

Chen Jun took a deep breath and focused his mind again. This time, he didn't attempt complex verbal suggestions or precise brainwave interference. He simply concentrated his mental energy, which had just settled, and projected it through his eyes onto the two trembling survivors as if it were a tangible object.

Before the two terrified eyes, the scene before them suddenly changed.

Behind Chen Jun, the burning trees, the billowing smoke, the scattered corpses... everything seemed to have vanished. In their place was an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, churning with dark red blood! Severed limbs and remains piled up like mountains, bones jagged, and vengeful spirits seemed to wail in the sea of ​​blood.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of rust and death, and Chen Jun stood in the center of this blood-red hell. His figure seemed to grow incredibly tall and dark, surrounded by solidified black malevolent energy, as if he himself were the embodiment and master of this world of death!

This is a hallucination projected into the opponent's fragile mind by a combination of one's own terrifying killing intent and the opponent's extreme fear after a high degree of mental concentration. It originates from the deepest nightmare in their heart!

"what--!!!"

The two survivors let out inhuman screams, their pupils shrinking to pinpoints, their bodies trembling violently, almost collapsing. The mental shock and oppressive force of the hallucination were far more terrifying than a real hail of bullets, directly shattering their last defenses.

Just as they were on the verge of complete mental collapse, a cold, indifferent voice, devoid of any human emotion, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of hell, clearly pierced their ears and was directly imprinted on their souls:

"Put down your weapons."

"Clang!" "Clang!"

Two crisp sounds rang out. The guns that symbolized their last stand in their hands were thrown away like hot irons, landing on the metal floor with a hollow echo.

They completely gave up resistance, like lambs to the slaughter, staring blankly at Chen Jun, awaiting their final judgment, or rather, their release.

Chen Jun looked at them and spoke slowly, his voice still cold, yet carrying an undeniable, demanding tone:

"The entrance to the abyss..."

"where is it?"