Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Inside a luxurious meeting room at the Peninsula Hotel.

When the landlords rebelled against Chen Jiajun, they moved their original gathering place, Lu Yu Tea House, to the Peninsula Hotel.

From that time on, the card games were all held at the Peninsula Hotel.

Everyone is gathered here today, but no one speaks.

They all looked preoccupied.

A moment later, Chen Zhan's satellite phone rang, and when he answered it, it was Huang Shitong's number.

Chen Zhan told Huang Shitong about the recent events, and then said to him, "Brother Tong, that's roughly what happened. We'd like to ask you for your advice!"

"Didn't those foreigners do anything about it?" Huang Shitong asked, somewhat surprised.

"We tried to manage it, but it didn't make much of a difference!" Chen Zhan said helplessly. "I heard that the top leader personally ordered that the police are not allowed to get involved in this matter!"

"What?" Huang Shitong, who was hiding in London, also looked extremely ugly.

He never expected that the backer he had found would be so useless, unable to even influence the police force.

If this continues, the landlord society will soon fall apart.

How can he possibly compete with a big boss like Chen Jiajun all by himself?

At this moment, Huang Shitong already had a bad feeling spreading in his heart.

Huang Shitong was neither a fool nor a short-sighted person; he only agreed to cooperate after those two foreigners demonstrated their immense power to him.

Huang Shitong hadn't expected them to be paper tigers, and now he realized he was in real trouble!
Just as Huang Shitong was about to say something, a loud noise suddenly came from the phone.

Then came screams that sounded inhuman.

Meanwhile, inside the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong, the old man Lin Rundong was impaled in the body by a hollow steel rod and then pinned to the wall.

Although the steel pipe pierced his abdomen, it did not kill him; blood simply continued to flow from inside the pipe.

Lin Rundong was in agony and kept letting out mournful cries.

The other members of the landlord's gang were already pale with fright, staring in horror at the construction site not far away.

At this moment, a young demon slave on the construction site looked down at the members of the landlord's association with a ferocious smile.

Next to it was a steel pipe that had pierced the same style as the one used by Lin Rundong.

This was naturally its doing.

"Ah Zhan, Ah Zhan, what happened?" Huang Shitong shouted anxiously on the other end of the phone.

Chen Zhan realized what was happening and immediately hung up the phone.

The hotel quickly called the police and emergency services.

However, Lin Rundong did not survive until the ambulance arrived, as he died from excessive blood loss.

According to the police's "investigation," it was another accident; a steel pipe that had fallen from a nearby construction site flew into the hotel and pierced Lin Rundong's abdomen.

The police did not believe that someone could throw a hollow steel pipe from such a distance and hit a person so accurately.

Upon hearing the police's assessment, everyone in the landlords' association except for Luo Minsheng felt a chill run down their spines.

Just like the last car accident, Chen Jiajun's men can use all sorts of "accidents" to kill them.

They and the foreigners behind them had no way to deal with the Guojun Group.

Then, that afternoon, Mai Shengyun, Ma Zhuoqun, and Chen Zhan found Sima Nianzu.

After all, this time the effect of making an example of someone was quite good.

……

Meanwhile, in Casablanca, Morocco.

After being persuaded by Solomon, Ilsa, Ethan, Bangi, and their gang have decided to steal the list from the local dam.

Neither Chen Jiajun nor Silva rushed to make a move, since infiltration was not their forte.

Ethan Hunt lives up to his title as an IMF ace agent, even though his methods are incredibly reckless.

But at least they managed to get through the terrifying security system and obtain what they called the "ledger".

However, by this time, Ethan was already on the verge of death. If Ilsa hadn't used a defibrillator, Ethan would probably be dead by now.

Just as the three were about to change their clothes and leave, Ilsa suddenly turned against them.

They used a defibrillator to flip the trigger, then grabbed the list and ran away.

The extremely weak Ethan, along with Benji, prepared to give chase.

But by this time, Ilsa had already taken the "ledger" and joined up with the Syndicate members, ready to make her escape.

Ethan could only find a car and relentlessly chase after Ilsa.

The two sides engaged in a "Fast and Furious" showdown right at their meeting point in Casablanca.

By this time, the CIA agents had arrived and joined the chase.

Chen Jiajun, observing all of this, said to Silva, "We can make our move now!"

"As you wish, boss!" Silva grinned maliciously as he ordered his intelligence agents to make their move.

Although Silva's intelligence personnel were not skilled in combat, a combat team was specially mobilized this time because they were abroad.

This combat group is composed entirely of young demon slaves, and their strength is formidable.

Just as the Syndicate was entangled with the CIA, the intelligence agency intercepted Ilsa and several Syndicate members on the spot.

Ilsa hadn't expected that she would be the one stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. She asked the young demon slaves with suspicion, "Who are you people?!"

Although Ilsa seemed to be cornered, she had no intention of surrendering.

His hand was already on the flashbang at his waist, ready to give these mysterious black men a good beating when they got close.

Unfortunately, Ilsa's little trick had already been seen through by the young demon slave, who sneered and said, "Miss Ilsa of MI6, doing this will not do you any good!"

As they spoke, they had someone bring out another type of firearm and point it at her.

Before Ilsa could react, a rope-like substance shot out of the gun barrel.

After unfolding in mid-air, it transformed into a giant net.

As soon as Ilsa unplugged the flashbang, the net wrapped around her tightly, and then the flashbang exploded, almost blinding her.

Then a heavy blow struck Ilsa on the back of the head, and she immediately lost consciousness.

When Ethan and the CIA agents finally managed to escape the Syndicate and track them down to this place, there was no trace of Ilsa.

"Damn it! Another force has gotten involved?" Ethan quickly realized that this was not an internal conflict within the Syndicate, but rather that another force had indeed intervened.

Having lost Ilsa, Ethan and the others returned to their lodgings looking dejected.

The group was in low spirits, and the CIA agent looked directly at Ethan and asked, "What should we do now?"

Ethan suddenly remembered something and turned to Benji, saying, "Please be sure to tell me that you made a backup!"

Bangi rubbed his back and then said to Ethan, "Of course I made a backup!"

Upon hearing this, everyone smiled.

Then, Benji began to crack the USB-like device. As a tech whiz, Benji's abilities should not be underestimated.

Otherwise, the CIA director wouldn't have kept him in the IMF after its reorganization.

After a series of actions by Banji, an interface quickly popped up.

"I have no way to crack this thing!" Banji said helplessly.

Ethan immediately came over and asked, "Can't crack it? What do you mean?"

“I said I can’t open this thing!” Benji explained, “It’s a ‘red box’!”

"What the hell?" Ethan asked, looking puzzled.

Bangi explained, "This thing is used by the British government to transmit state secrets."

“That sounds very far-fetched!” Bright said, frowning.

“This thing has three layers of encryption. To open it, you need fingerprint scanning, iris scanning, and voice recognition, and it has to be done by the same specific person!” Banji continued.

Ethan pondered for a moment and came up with a startling answer: "The British Prime Minister himself!"

Banji nodded and said, "That's right!"

"Without the ledgers," Brandt said, distressed. "We can't confirm the existence of the syndicate, so we're back to square one! And now we're all CIA fugitives. I'm proud of all of us!"

Although Brant brought a CIA team to the rescue, it was clear that he had not obtained the approval of CIA Director Alan.

"I don't understand why the 'red box' would appear in Morocco!" Bangi said, frowning.

Brant said, "But Ryan can't open it either, so what's he here for?"

“Since Ryan wants it, I bet he has a way of opening it!” Benji said, pointing to the “red box.” “And we just helped him steal it!”

Ethan was immediately jolted, then his eyes widened as he said to the crowd, "He wants to kidnap the British Prime Minister! Yes, he definitely will, but how will he do it?"

Brandt stated directly, "MI6 must be notified!"

"Wait, Brant!" Ethan stopped him, saying, "Put the phone down first, let me think about it!"

Brandt said earnestly, "We have a responsibility to inform the English government! We cannot..."

“Give me some time! Damn it!” Ethan yelled.

Brant paused for a moment, then tossed his phone aside and said, "OK, now tell me what we should do!"

……

At this moment, in a hotel.

Ilsa regained consciousness and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Then she saw an Asian man sitting not far from the hospital bed, reading a newspaper.

Ilsa immediately jumped out of bed, staring warily at the man before her, and demanded, "Who are you?"

Chen Jiajun merely glanced at him and said simply, "Miss Ilsa, I advise you not to do anything rash, or you might not feel too good later!"

“You…” Ilsa grabbed the knife from the fruit plate on the bedside table and rushed towards Chen Jiajun.

She remembered that she had been captured before she lost consciousness, and now she had to find a way to escape.

For example, taking this man hostage would be a good idea.

She didn't expect that the moment he grabbed the knife, two Taser bullets shot in through the window.

Ilsa then began to convulse on the spot, and after the power was cut off a moment later, she collapsed softly to the ground.

Chen Jiajun shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I already said that!"

Ilsa lay on the ground for a while before recovering. However, this time she was smarter and didn't dare to make any rash moves. She just curled up in the corner and stared intently at the man in front of her.

A moment later, the door to the room was opened, and a tall man walked in.

Ilsa's eyes widened immediately, staring at the guy in front of her in disbelief: "Instructor?"

"Oh my, I never imagined little Ilsa would become such a qualified agent!" Silva said to Ilsa with a smile, "How have you been lately?"

Ilsa glared at Silva with hatred and said, "You're a traitor!"

Silva said with a helpless expression, "Oh! You're making me very sad, little Ilsa. I never betrayed England; it was England that betrayed me!"

Ilsa suddenly changed her expression from anger and tentatively asked, "So, Instructor, you've joined the Syndicate too?"

Silva burst out laughing: "Hahaha, what's the Syndicate? Someone like Ryan isn't qualified to order me around!"

Ilsa was shocked again; she had assumed that the legendary agent Silva had also joined the Syndicate.

After all, the Syndicate is specifically for receiving agents who have been "killed" or "missing".

But now it seems that this is not the case at all?
Ilsa felt that the matter was becoming increasingly complicated.

While Ilsa was still in shock, Silva held up the USB drive and said to Chen Jiajun, "Boss, this isn't an account book!"

"Not an account book? What is it?" Before Chen Jiajun could speak, Ilsa interrupted.

She and Ethan risked their lives to steal this thing, so naturally they wouldn't give it up so easily.

Chen Jiajun glanced speechlessly at Ilsa, who had interrupted him, and then said to Silva, "Tell me!"

Silva chuckled as he fiddled with the USB drive in his hand, saying with a smile, "It's the red box!"

"What's the red box?" Ilsa asked again, getting ahead of everyone else.

Silva glanced at her and said, “My dear little Ilsa, you’re always in such a hurry! The red box is supposed to transmit state secrets, but I’ve seen this thing in Mrs. M’s hands before.”

"It's not a syndicate ledger, nor is it a secret; it's a huge sum of money! Enough to keep an intelligence agency running for many years!"

Upon hearing Silva's words, Ilsa was stunned: "What?"

Silva stroked Ilsa's long hair as if petting a small pet and said, "That's right, poor little Ilsa, you've been tricked by Attlee! What kind of ledger is that? It's all fake. Your boss is fighting with the Syndicate for this money!"

Ilsa broke down on the spot, pointing at Silva and saying, "You're a traitor! Everything you said is a lie!"

Silva grinned wickedly and said, "Really? Poor little Ilsa, then why haven't you been reinstated as an MI6 agent? I suppose you've already informed your superior of Ryan Solomon's whereabouts, right? He should be ready to arrest him at any time, shouldn't he?"

"Why would he place his trusted subordinate next to such a dangerous person? Doesn't he have any other agents handling this matter?"

Silva's voice, like a devil's, constantly tempted Ilsa.

“No! You’re lying, it’s you…” Ilsa denied it while recalling some of her boss’s little tricks.

These little tricks can't stand up to scrutiny; they're full of loopholes once you examine them.

Even she herself began to have some doubts.

Silva didn't have time to pay attention to Ilsa, but instead said to Chen Jiajun, "If I'm right, this money was originally intended by the new Mr. M to form a syndicate. But after the syndicate went out of control, he wanted to have this thing destroyed so that no one would know about their relationship with the syndicate!"

"After all, these days, calling the Syndicate a terrorist organization wouldn't be an exaggeration! If MI6 were to get involved with the Syndicate, there would be plenty of entertainment! That's why this Mr. M would leave such a stupid girl with Ryan Solomon!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and then asked Silva, "Did you untangle this thing?"

“No, this thing isn’t so easy to crack! It requires the Prime Minister’s voice, fingerprints, and iris recognition!” Silva chuckled and said, “But this isn’t a big problem for us! Before MI6 was reorganized, it investigated quite a few ministers, including the current British Prime Minister!”

Upon hearing Silva's words, Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up. (End of Chapter)