Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

He Wei chuckled strangely and said, "You think we haven't tried? You know we have a project to enhance humans, right? With your previous level, you should be qualified to know about it."

Han Yili nodded and said, "I know."

“We even used cyborgs to deal with that guy,” He Wei said with a wry smile, “but do you know what the result was? Utter annihilation.”

"Those cyborgs were top-notch mercenaries even on the international stage, yet they were still dealt with by Chen Jiajun's men as easily as cutting melons and vegetables."

"Hiss." Hearing He Wei's words, Han Yili couldn't help but gasp: "Is this Chen Jiajun really that difficult to deal with?"

“It’s not a matter of whether he’s difficult to deal with,” Yud said with a sigh. “He’s like a thorn stuck in your flesh; there’s simply no way to get rid of him.”

"Didn't you two gentlemen ever consider asking the Zu family for help?" Han Yili asked, somewhat puzzled. "For example, MI5 or MI6 or something."

"Heh, even the CIA can't handle this guy." He Wei said helplessly, "This guy has already occupied British Brunei, and now it's like an iron barrel, you can't even pour water in. Some time ago, we talked to the CIA, and they don't know how many batches of spies they sent in, but none of them came out."

"Now the CIA is feeling the pinch and is no longer willing to send its spies into that bottomless pit."

Han Yili's eyes flickered as he said, "Ordinary spies might not work, but what about a legendary agent?"

"A legendary agent?" Both of them were taken aback upon hearing Han Yili's words: "Which mysterious 007?"

“That’s right, it’s him.” Han Yili said with considerable confidence, “I’ve heard that there’s never been a mission that this legendary agent couldn’t complete.”

He Wei frowned and said, "Are you confident you can get this person to help?"

“My family has a good personal relationship with Mrs. M of MI6, so perhaps we can get her to help us.” Han Yili didn’t rule it out completely, but cautiously said, “However, I need to ask her first.”

He Wei and You De's eyes lit up immediately, and they said, "If it's really possible, you should definitely get some credit for this."

Han Yili had come to Hong Kong for refuge after losing a political struggle, and now that he heard what He Wei and You De said, he was also somewhat tempted.

If I can truly gain the friendship of these two, even if I am transferred back to my ancestral home, I will not be afraid of retaliation from my former enemies, and I might even be able to advance further.

So after thinking for a moment, Han Yili took out his phone and dialed a number he remembered.

A moment later, a cold woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

At this moment, in London, England.

Mrs. M was in a terrible predicament because MI6 had been attacked not long ago.

The attackers hacked into the environmental control system, isolated security protocols, and released gas, among other actions that should not have occurred.

They even hacked into her computer, the leader of MI6, figured out her schedule, and even found out that she wasn't even at MI6 headquarters at the time.

Mrs. M knew that the other party did not want to kill her, but rather wanted to show her a scare.

However, they have not yet determined the identity of the attacker.

Fortunately, one of her subordinates, a legendary agent who had been sentenced to death, returned after witnessing the incident.

This was the only thing that brought her comfort.

However, since it concerns national security, Mrs. M still has a lot to do.

Therefore, one is naturally not as enthusiastic when receiving a call from an old friend whom one has not seen for a long time.

"Madam, it's been a long time. How are you?" Han Yili from Hong Kong immediately greeted her respectfully.

Mrs. M said coldly, "If you have eyesight and follow the news about the Zu family, you'd know I'm not doing well at all. Speak quickly about what you need to say."

Han Yili, somewhat embarrassed by the retort, rubbed his nose and said, "Well, there's a tricky matter in Hong Kong that might need your help with. I wonder what it is?"

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. M said with displeasure, "Are you an ape with an IQ less than three years old? Or do you not understand human speech?"

“Wait, Madam. We only need one person, Mr. Bond from your staff,” Han Yili said immediately when he heard Madam M preparing to hang up.

“Bond?” Mrs. M looked at the dirty-looking man standing in front of her, but did not immediately reject him: “I’ll think about it and then call you back.”

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. M said to James Bond, who had sneaked into her house, with displeasure, "You will receive a report and your service status will be reassessed. You can only return after passing the test. Now, I think you should go take a shower."

Bond spread his hands and said, "OK, I'll go back to the hotel first."

“Anyway, you can’t sleep here,” Mrs. M said with a look of disgust.

“Oh, by the way, I just heard someone mention me, on the phone,” James Bond said, pointing to Mrs. M’s phone.

Mrs. M said calmly, "Perhaps this will be your first mission after your return. You'll find out then."

The next day, Bond, led by his colleagues from MI6, arrived at MI6's new office location.

After all, that place had already been bombed, and because it had been hacked into the system, even if it were still usable, Mrs. M wouldn't use it again.

They moved MI6's base underground, to the former abandoned MI6 base.

Located underground and using a relatively old system, the chances of being hacked are greatly reduced.

However, these old relics will waste a lot of human and material resources.

For the current MI6, this is a last resort.

But James Bond even felt a little nostalgic for this place.

Upon entering the base, he first underwent a series of physical fitness tests to ensure he was still capable of carrying out field missions.

Unfortunately, due to his recent alcoholism and the flare-up of old injuries, Bond's abilities have declined significantly.

Just as he was feeling anxious about whether he could continue to serve, Mrs. M defied all opposition and passed his test.

However, given that Bond's previous missions had failed and he had even "died" once, some members of the organization were not optimistic about his return.

However, Mrs. M was very firm, and the matter was temporarily dropped.

“We investigated the gunman who attacked you. He used a discarded uranium shell casing, military grade, which is very expensive and difficult to obtain. Only a very few people know how to use it. You should be glad you weren’t hit directly, otherwise you might have been torn in two,” the intelligence officer joked to Bond.

The other person then turned on their computer, pulled up several photos, and asked, "Do you recognize any of them?"

Bond immediately recognized the guy who had attacked him earlier, tapped the screen and said, "That's the guy."

“Okay, this guy’s name is Patrice. He’s like a ghost; his birthplace and nationality are unknown,” the intelligence officer said helplessly.

Bond frowned and said, "Then how do we find him?"

"Fortunately, we have a few acquaintances in the CIA. Because this guy killed their ambassador, the CIA is investigating him. According to the intelligence from the CIA, they have some leads and he will appear in Hong Kong in two days."

The intelligence officer raised an eyebrow and spoke to Bond.

Mrs. M added from the side, "You need to go there and wait for further instructions. Find out who he's working for and who has the list of agents. If things go well, after you've accomplished that, go to the Governor's Mansion; your next assignment will be there."

Mrs. M's biggest headache right now is not as simple as the attackers infiltrating MI6.

Because during that time, she received an email from the attacker.

In the email, the sender claimed to have obtained a list of all MI6 agents by unknown means and threatened to publish the list online.

This is a significant blow to MI6.

If this guy is allowed to release the list, then there is no need for MI6 to exist.

Therefore, Mrs. M prioritized this task, but also accepted Han Yili's request for help.

These two events happened to occur in Hong Kong, so perhaps there might be some clues there.

Even if all else fails, it can still help James Bond.

So Mrs. M added, "If you encounter any problems in Hong Kong, you can also seek help from the Governor's Office, which should save you a lot of time."

"I understand." After listening to the information, Bond turned and left with a nonchalant air.
Mrs. M watched Bond's retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh.

She has now been driven to the brink of despair.

……

Chen Jiajun has been tracking Silva's whereabouts in Macau.

After all, this guy must have considerable influence in Macau to have been able to cause so much trouble there.

Therefore, Chen Jiajun did not return to Hong Kong, but remained in Macau to handle matters there.

Yaqi was completely out of luck, running around aimlessly with his intelligence agents. Fortunately, Chen Jiajun had approved enough funds, which allowed Yaqi to uncover some things.

"Boss, we've found a casino." Yaqi walked over with a chip in his hand and placed it in front of Chen Jiajun.

"A casino?" Chen Jiajun asked, fiddling with the unusual chips in his hand. "What's different about it?"

Yaqi nodded and said, "We bought intelligence and found out that there is a casino in Macau that can take assassin jobs, and it operates on the same model as that mainland hotel."

"Oh?" Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up immediately: "This is interesting, tell me about it?"

Yaqi then told Chen Jiajun what he had gotten from the intelligence dealer.

This casino has been around for several years, and coincidentally, it was established around the time Silva began his career.

Moreover, the casino has a very mysterious background. Although it is registered under a Japanese name, the actual controller is a woman named Evelyn.

They investigated Evelyn's identity but found nothing; it was as if she had appeared out of thin air.

“I find this casino very suspicious. Should I go and investigate it?” Archie asked.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Jiajun said, "No rush. Silva is very cunning; we shouldn't alert him. Is there any other information?"

Yaqi scratched his head: "We don't have any from Macau, but our brothers in Hong Kong sent us some things. Take a look."

As he spoke, Yachi had his men bring over another document.

After opening the file, Chen Jiajun discovered that the person in the photo was a handsome foreigner.

He has black hair, blue eyes, scars on his right cheek and the back of his right hand, and dark skin.

Most importantly, he was personally picked up by the Governor's House.

"Who is this guy?" Chen Jiajun asked, frowning.

Yachi shook his head and said, "We couldn't find any information about this man. He's probably a foreigner from England. The fact that Yud received him so warmly means he must be someone special."

Chen Jiajun carefully observed the man in the photo and noticed that the man's walking posture and expression were somewhat strange.

Multiple photos show that this guy's right arm never swings when he moves, remaining tightly pressed against his waist. Furthermore, his eyes dart left and right while moving, and he walks as if on tiptoe.

This unusual behavior immediately alerted Chen Jiajun.

"Have the intelligence department in Hong Kong investigate this person. I think there's something wrong with him," Chen Jiajun said to Yaqi after a moment's thought.

"Got it, boss." Archie nodded and said, "That casino."

"Send someone to keep an eye on things," Chen Jiajun said calmly. "I have a feeling that these two things might be related."

On the other side, Hong Kong.

Bond had no idea that he would be taken to Government House as soon as he got off the plane.

Bond did not shake hands with Yud's outstretched hand, but instead asked coldly, "Sir, how did you know my identity?"

"Oh? Is there a problem? Mr. Bond, we've long admired your name. Since you've come all the way from your ancestral home to help us, we naturally want to treat you well," Yude said, somewhat puzzled.

Bond frowned and said, "But I have other missions to complete. I will contact you again after the missions are finished."

After saying that, Bond turned around and left the Governor's House.

After all, as a legendary agent, he was a very cautious person and would never let others know his whereabouts.

Seeing Bond leave, Yud was completely dumbfounded.

After leaving Government House, Bond cautiously checked his surroundings to make sure no one was following him before hailing a taxi and leaving.

His every move was being monitored by Chen Jiajun's intelligence agents.

"Boss, this guy seems pretty unusual. The brothers who followed him just now almost got spotted by him," a Hell Knight said to his captain.

The captain nodded: "The person the boss personally instructed us to monitor must be extraordinary. Everyone be careful and don't get too close."

He nodded and said, "Understood, I will pass the message on."

“Very good, let’s see where he goes first.” The captain nodded.

Bond had the driver drive around the Central Ring Road several times before finally arriving at the Shangri-La hotel.

After using the identity provided by MI6, I went straight to the top-of-the-line suite.

After entering the room, Bond took out a small detector and checked the room to make sure there were no listening devices before he felt relieved.

According to the intelligence, the other party will not appear in Hong Kong until tomorrow, so Bond plans to rest for the night first.

For some reason, he always felt uneasy, as if someone was watching him.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it?"

Still worried, Bond got up to check again, and only went to sleep after confirming that there was no problem.

The next day, Bond changed his clothes, disguised himself, left the hotel, and went to the designated airport.

After waiting for three or four flights, they finally found their mission target.

The other person was tall and was carrying a metal briefcase. After getting off the plane, he went straight into a taxi.

Bond didn't dare to get too close, so he found a taxi and followed them.

The driver only shut up after paying several times more than usual.

It was already dark when the lights of Hong Kong began to come on.

Bond patiently followed the other person, changing trains several times to avoid being noticed.

Even so, the other party had already circled around Central several times, their actions were as cautious as Bond's.

After driving around for several hours, the car suddenly stopped at a building not far away.

The building is a towering office building, and now all the employees have gone home, leaving the interior completely dark.

I have no idea what the other party wants to do here.

To avoid attracting attention, Bond had the driver drive two blocks before getting out of the car.

When he returned to the office building, he discovered that his target had shot and killed one of the building's security guards, taken the guard's ID card, and gone upstairs.

Seeing the other party's swift and efficient methods, Bond's expression turned serious.

He carefully drew his sidearm and followed.

After entering the office building, he soon discovered another corpse. In the sightseeing elevator not far from the corpse, the target took out the security guard's card, swiped it, and went up.

The office building environment was complicated, and Bond wasn't sure which floor the other party was going to.

So while waiting for the elevator to go up, he ran for a bit, grabbed the bottom of the sightseeing elevator, and used his hands to hang on to the elevator as it went up.

Following the man to the 75th floor, Bond discovered that the man had disassembled his briefcase and assembled it into a sniper rifle, and the target seemed to be someone in the building across the street.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bond jumped out and started fighting with his opponent.

The original plan was to cut open the glass on the upper floor and snipe people on the opposite floor.

Bond suddenly appeared, and the two of them smashed the already cut glass.

The assassin was nearly knocked off the building.

Bond grabbed the target's hand and shouted, "Who has the list? Tell me, who do you work for?"

Unfortunately, the assassin, who was hanging in mid-air, did not respond to Bond's question. Instead, he gave Bond a sinister smile, struggled to break free from the other man's arm, and fell directly from the 75th floor.

"Damn it." Bond slammed his fist on the floor and then began inspecting the equipment the target had brought.

Besides the carbon fiber-assembled sniper rifle, he also found an exquisitely crafted chip with the name of the city of Haojiang spelled out on it.

Just as Bond was about to leave quietly, he suddenly saw the figure of a woman across the street.

The other person glanced at Bond before quickly getting up and leaving. (End of Chapter)