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Solomon paused for a moment, then said to Chen Jiajun, "What can you offer our organization?"

The Syndicate was already designated as a terrorist organization, and Solomon didn't mind if his organization's reputation got even worse.

Besides, he doesn't mind cooperating with any organization as long as he can achieve his goals.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Solomon, "Money, intelligence, and support—these are what you need most right now."

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Solomon couldn't help but glance at Silva beside him, whose expression was full of apprehension.

Legendary agent Silva, a ruthless individual who nearly wiped out MI6, is indeed extraordinary.

They even knew exactly how much money their organization was currently short.

Solomon himself was struggling to keep the organization running, and now he had no better way.

Unless they can get "that thing" they want.

Therefore, the wisest choice now is to cooperate with Chen Jiajun.

After a moment's thought, Solomon extended his hand to Chen Jiajun: "Pleasure doing business with you!"

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you!" Chen Jiajun immediately smiled and said to Solomon.

Just as the two reached an agreement, Silva's phone suddenly rang. After listening to the conversation, he said to Solomon, "Solomon, your men don't seem to be very capable! They've even let the duck that was almost in their grasp slip away!"

"What do you mean?" Solomon asked, looking completely bewildered.

Silva said with a wicked grin, "That Mr. Ethan Hunt just escaped from your Syndicate's base. Catching him won't be easy!"

Solomon paused for a moment, then said calmly, "It doesn't matter. He wasn't an important person to begin with."

Solomon's attitude surprised Chen Jiajun and Silva.

However, since they were unwilling to talk about it, they wouldn't force them. After all, the two sides had only just reached a cooperation agreement, and it wasn't appropriate to inquire about their plans.

Solomon said to Chen Jiajun, "We happen to have a plan that requires some funding and intelligence!"

"Oh? What operation?" Chen Jiajun asked curiously.

“Assassinate Prime Minister Ottiley!” Solomon said calmly.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Alright, you can talk to Silva about this. He'll grant you any reasonable request! But... if Ethan managed to escape, your organization probably has a mole!"

“I know, I’ve always known!” Solomon said with a sneer. “But I need her to achieve some goals, so don’t worry, she’s under my control.”

"That's good!"

……

Meanwhile, Ethan, dragging his wounds, found a phone booth and dialed his boss, Brant.

Once the call connected, Ethan immediately told Brant, "The London terminal has been compromised! Repeat, the London terminal has been compromised! The intelligence outpost has fallen. Requesting immediate evacuation!"

Brant lowered his voice and asked, "What happened? Who hacked the London terminal?"

“A man, he wanted something, but not information!” Ethan said vaguely, he himself didn’t know what the mysterious man wanted to do: “He could have killed me, but he didn’t!”

Brandt paused for a moment, then continued, "Okay, what do you think that means?"

“The Syndicate is real!” Ethan said, panting. “They know who we are, they know how we operate, and I think I know why they’ve been so hard to find!”

"The focus now is to gather all intelligence on covert agents, regardless of their country or organization! Anyone who is dead or presumed dead... We can start with Yannick Winter, who is also known as 'The Orthopedic Surgeon'."

After a moment of silence, Brandt said to Ethan, "I can't do that!"

"What?" Ethan was stunned. "What are you talking about?"

Brant reluctantly revealed the truth: "The committee has banned the IMF, and the operations have been handed over to the CIA! The IMF no longer exists. I've been ordered to bring everyone back, Ethan..."

“I understand!” Ethan said, his face somewhat dejected. “I understand, Brant. We never had this conversation. I disappeared in London, and you don’t know where I am, or whether I’m alive or dead!”

Brant asked, "The person you saw, can you find him?"

“I will keep investigating!” Ethan said firmly.

“This is very likely our last mission, Ethan! Do a good job!” Brant said and hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Ethan looked around blankly, unsure of what to do next.

However, as a top agent of the IMF, surviving in London should not be a problem.

Little did he know that someone was already watching him in the darkness.

"Boss, I've found Ethan Hunt!" the person keeping watch whispered into his phone.

Not only was Chen Jiajun uneasy about the collaboration with the syndicate, but Silva was equally worried.

So before coming to London, I did more than one preparation.

After a detailed investigation of the IMF, Chen Jiajun felt that Ethan Hunt was also a very good troublemaker.

Although he is currently being hunted by the CIA, he is useful enough on his own.

Since Solomon didn't care about Ethan's escape, Chen Jiajun didn't mind making use of Ethan.

Moreover, after eavesdropping on his conversation, they learned that this guy was in a state of isolation and helplessness.

Agents in this state are the easiest to control.

Chen Jiajun is also very skilled at using the tactic of feigning one move while secretly making another.

His goal was simply to create chaos in London, and who could help him achieve that goal was irrelevant.

So, just after Ethan left the phone booth, he was confronted by two men in black who blocked his way.

Ethan was immediately startled, then feigned a cowardly demeanor and said to the men in black, "Gentlemen, I am penniless!"

The man in black smiled and said, "Mr. Ethan Hunt, there's no need to pretend. Our boss wants to see you; he says he has some information you need."

Ethan became even more wary: "What are you talking about? I don't understand! Sorry, I have to leave!"

As he spoke, Ethan tried to walk around the two of them, preparing to leave in a hurry.

Now that his identity has been exposed, it is no longer appropriate for him to stay in London as an agent.

"Regarding the Syndicate, Mr. Ethan!" The man in black didn't stop Ethan, but said calmly.

It was this sentence that made Ethan stop in his tracks.

Looking at the two men in black behind him with a surprised expression, he said, "How did you know about this? Were you listening to me?" The men in black just smiled and didn't say anything, but instead made an inviting gesture towards the car next to them that had opened its door.

Ethan's expression was uncertain. After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the car.

The two men in black escorted Ethan to a hotel suite, where he finally met the boss they had mentioned.

What surprised Ethan was that this person was actually an Asian.

Most importantly, he had heard of this guy's name when he was at the IMF—Hong Kong King Chan Ka-Chun!
Ethan knew Chen Jiajun because of the CIA's database.

Ever since Chen Jiajun showed off his skills to the church, the church has raised Chen Jiajun's threat level in the CIA's database by several notches.

Even within the CIA, Chen Jiajun has been listed as one of the most dangerous enemies.

However, Chen Jiajun does indeed have the qualifications. Putting aside the matter in Colombia, the fact that he raided a CIA intelligence station in Asia is enough to make the CIA wary of him.

The IMF is also a subsidiary of the CIA. Although they operate independently, Ethan has access to the CIA's database.

Seeing Ethan's gaze, Chen Jiajun asked with great interest, "Mr. Ethan, you seem to know me?"

Ethan sat down and nodded, saying, "To be honest, I've seen your name in the CIA's database, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun burst out laughing: "It must have been that guy at the church! Hahaha, he really thinks highly of me!"

Ethan didn't know what grudge Chen Jiajun had against the CIA's church, but anyone listed as a dangerous individual by the church was definitely not simple, and now he was coming to find him...

Ethan was now on high alert.

Chen Jiajun could tell that this guy was wary of him, so he took out a document in a brown paper bag and handed it to Ethan, saying, "Everything you want to know is in here!"

Ethan didn't reach for the paper bag, but instead asked Chen Jiajun, "Why are you helping me?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Isn't it wrong to do good deeds?"

“This joke isn’t funny at all. You’re an Asian gang leader and a multinational corporation boss. You must have some purpose in coming to England!” Ethan said with a serious face, “What exactly do you want?”

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "No comment! Anyway, the syndicate's information is right here. Take it or leave it!"

Ethan gave Chen Jiajun a deep look, picked up the paper bag, and got up to leave.

However, just as he was about to leave, Chen Jiajun's voice came from behind him again: "Let me give you some advice, Mr. Ethan! The Syndicate people are much more capable than you think! You'd better have several plans when dealing with them!"

Ethan paused for a moment, then turned to look and found that Chen Jiajun had already left, leaving the sofa where he had just been sitting.

Ethan waited until he found a safe place, then took out the documents from the brown paper bag and looked at them.

After reading the contents of the document, his expression immediately changed.

The information in the document was so shocking that the syndicate was planning an assassination attempt while Prime Minister Ottily was visiting the Royal Theatre in England.

Ethan quickly began to doubt the authenticity of the document.

After all, Chen Jiajun might very well want to use him for something.

But Ethan couldn't help but wonder, what if this is really true?
If Prime Minister Ottily were assassinated in England, that would be a huge disaster.

Although he was likely to be used by Chen Jiajun, Ethan still couldn't resist getting involved.

It was clearly impossible for one person to stop the assassination attempt, and now that the IMF had been dissolved, his superior, Brant, was unlikely to provide any support. So Ethan had to find a way on his own!

His first thought was of his friend and partner, Benji.

……

At this moment, in Leland, Virginia, USA.

After the IMF was dissolved, Benji, this tech giant, was completely marginalized.

Furthermore, because he had been close to the defector Ethan, he was frequently investigated by CIA headquarters.

So Banji got so angry that he started slacking off, spending his days playing games and listening to music at work instead of doing anything else.

Seeing the mail clerk approaching, Benji immediately switched his computer desktop and pretended to be busy with work.

The mail clerk tossed down a stack of letters and left without even glancing at Benji.

After confirming that the other party had left, Bangi began to examine the letters.

He usually received work-related emails, but one unsigned email caught his attention.

Just as he was about to open it, the phone rang.

The examiner on the other end of the phone told him to come in for his weekly routine review.

Banji was quite helpless and could only put the envelope away and go to the interrogation room.

The examiner was a beautiful woman, and Banji flirted with her frivolously, testing the effectiveness of the lie detector in front of them.

At that moment, Alan Hunley, the current director of the CIA, walked over and asked directly, "Has Ethan contacted you?"

"Why did he contact me?" Banji said, annoyed.

“Because he’s always one step ahead of us!” Alan said coldly. “I want to know how he does it!”

The CIA has sent people to London to arrest Ethan, but they haven't even managed to touch a hair on his head. Instead, they've been completely outmaneuvered by him, which has made the newly appointed director, Alan, lose face.

Banji said coldly, "You mean I'm helping him?"

“I do have that idea!” Alan said bluntly.

Benji immediately exploded: "I've been in my position ever since the IMF dissolved, sifting through mountains of metadata and terabytes of garbage code! I've cracked, processed, and transferred more data than anyone else in my department! And every week, you detain me here and ask me the same questions!"

"But you didn't answer my question!"

“I’m an office worker, I have no dealings with Ethan, we’re not friends!” Bangi said unhappily.

Alan looked at the examiner, who gave a barely perceptible nod, and Alan was relieved: "Our conversation ends here, Dunn!"

After the investigation was over, Banji finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Maintaining a steady heart rate while lying was no easy task.

Back at his workstation, he opened the envelope and immediately saw a ticket for the Royal Opera House at Vents Gardens.

Benji thought about the place where Ethan disappeared, and his expression changed immediately.

He then put the envelope away and immediately asked for leave to go to London to see an opera. (End of Chapter)