Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Silva said warmly, "Hello, welcome here, Mr. Bond."

Bond looked at Silva without saying a word; the man in front of him gave him a sense of familiarity.

Silva told Bond a short fable, which was about throwing rats from a small island into a place where food was scarce, so that the rats would fight each other.

Even after they finally have enough food, the surviving rats will still fight each other, because the long-term battles have changed their habits.

Silva then said to Bond, "The last two survivors, that's what Mrs. M made us."

When Silva said this, his eyes flashed with overwhelming hatred.

But Bond calmly replied, "This is my own choice."

“That’s just what you think. That’s her specialty,” Silva retorted with a smile.

Bond's mind raced: "You're from the Hong Kong intelligence station, aren't you?"

Silva didn't deny it: "Yes, between the 70s and 80s, I was Mrs. M's favorite. I can say that you can't compare to me back then. Look at you now, barely holding on with drugs and alcohol, oh right, and that title too."

Before Silva could finish speaking, Bond quipped, "Don't forget my poor patriotism."

“Haha.” Silva shook his head and said, “You’re still so loyal to that old woman. But she’s been lying to you all along.”

"Why do you say that?" Bond asked coldly.

Silva calmly said, "After your return, all your assessments failed. Your medical, physical, and psychological assessments were all altered. Oh, and you also have a tendency to abuse alcohol and drugs, right?"

“She knew you weren’t good enough, but she still sent you to your death. Mommy is so mean,” Silva said flippantly to Bond. “We’re like those two surviving mice, either we eat each other or we eat someone else.”

Just as Bond was about to say something, he suddenly heard two screams from outside.

This immediately changed Silva's expression, and he quickly looked at the row of computers behind him.

Who knew that the surveillance equipment installed on the island would suddenly stop working and go completely dark the next moment.

"Damn it, you brought other people to my island?" Silva glared angrily at Bond.

Although Bond was also completely bewildered, he quickly regained his composure and looked at Silva with a half-smile, saying, "Who knows?"

Hearing the screams and gunshots, Silva's men quickly gathered in his direction.

This place can be considered Silva's headquarters. A lot of professional spy equipment is placed in this empty factory building, and his men immediately set up defenses inside the factory.

With a grim expression, Silva questioned his men about who the other side was, how many there were, and what equipment they were equipped with.

But these combatants had just been ambushed and couldn't tell the difference.

The killing continued outside the factory, until the gunshots and screams stopped.

An eerie silence fell over the entire factory.

They could almost hear each other's breathing clearly.

Fortunately, this eerie silence did not last long, and a series of banging sounds came from the factory gate.

Then the thick iron gate was violently opened from the outside, and several people walked in against the light.

At this moment, Bond noticed that everyone's attention had been drawn away by this group of mysterious people. He immediately pulled out a blade from his sleeve and began to quickly cut the ropes binding his hands.

"Who are you?" Silva shouted at the group, his face grim.

Then a voice that Silva recognized very well rang out: "It hasn't been that long, and you've almost forgotten your master's name?"

Seeing several people enter the factory, Silva finally recognized who they were.

He truly hadn't expected that the other party would come knocking on his door so quickly.

“I really underestimated you, Mr. Chen Jiajun,” Silva said with a smile.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "Is it just underestimating me? I think being able to capture you should be a considerable achievement, right, Silva?"

"When we talked last time, I said I'd give you an answer after I survived your attack. Unfortunately, you've been avoiding me all this time. So I'll have to come to your door in person."

There was obvious panic in Silva's eyes.

He was used to being in control of everything, and now that someone had exceeded his control, it made him very uncomfortable.

So Silva bowed very gracefully and said, "I'm sorry, the game we played was indeed very enjoyable. But I don't have time to play games with you now. I have more important things to do, and I need to deal with people who want revenge."

"So, please die here."

As he spoke, Silva snapped his fingers, and his men, who had been lying in ambush inside the factory, immediately emerged and pointed their guns at Chen Jiajun and his group.

Chen Jiajun saw the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him, chuckled, and took out a cigar.

Then let the white dew beside you light it for yourself.

This style is even more exaggerated than Silva's.

After taking a puff of his cigar, Chen Jiajun tilted his head and said to Silva, "We've done some business before, do you think I would come to you without any confidence?"

Upon hearing this, Silva immediately looked around warily.

Chen Jiajun definitely didn't come here to court death; there's no doubt about that.
Moreover, being able to land on his island silently without being detected by surveillance is clearly something these few people couldn't do.

Therefore, Silva has not yet gathered all his people, precisely to guard against Chen Jiajun.

After searching for a while, Silva didn't find any snipers or other ambushes. So he turned to Chen Jiajun and said, "I'm also curious about your trump card. But you seem to be getting a little too cocky. This is my territory. How do you know I only have this many men?"

When Silva defected from MI6, he dealt a heavy blow to MI6's intelligence station in Hong Kong.

Not only did he take away a large amount of funds and equipment, but he also took away many talents he had personally trained.

Moreover, he has been active around the world in recent years, and his influence has been growing.

By manipulating the stock market to bring down listed companies, intercepting spy satellites to cause trouble for certain people, or helping to smuggle contraband, he has amassed a huge amount of money and a group of ruthless thugs under his command.

So when Silva calmly took out his walkie-talkie, he said, "Find all those people who were lying in ambush."

Then he looked at Chen Jiajun with a smug expression, as if he were a child provoking him.

Chen Jiajun smiled and shook his head, saying, "Silva, your vision is too narrow. Too narrow. You don't really think I would have snipers or remote-controlled bombs lying in ambush around here, do you? Those are child's play. You know nothing about power."

“Blustering is pointless,” Silva said with a smile, clearly not understanding Chen Jiajun’s meaning.

Chen Jiajun shook his head helplessly, then said to Bai Lu beside him, "Bai Lu, it's up to you now."

Bai Lu nodded: "Got it, boss. Does it mean kill everyone?"

"Kill everyone except these people in front of you," Chen Jiajun said calmly.

"Understood." Bai Lu took a step forward, and then her eyes turned pure white.

Then everyone present could feel that the wind outside had become more rapid.

Then, to everyone's horror, a mental storm suddenly exploded into an invisible ring, which continued to grow larger.

Silva's men, who were entrenched on the outskirts, had their consciousness shattered by this mental storm and disappeared without even having time to scream.

Now, not only the thugs, but even seasoned veterans like Bond and Silva were stunned, their mouths agape as they stared in horror at what they were witnessing.

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said to Silva, "Well, have you witnessed real power?" Silva was still in shock and didn't speak, but Bond, who was sitting next to him, couldn't sit still anymore.

He had heard of Chen Jiajun's name, and even knew that he had destroyed all of MI6's outposts in Hong Kong.

However, the report did not mention that Chen Jiajun actually possessed a power akin to natural disasters.

If such a person cannot be used by England, then he must be eliminated.

Even if it's impossible to do so, this information must still be passed on.

Then Bond remembered a little thing that Dr. Q had given him when he left MI6 headquarters in London.

Just as Bond was about to press the small transmitter to summon MI6 agents.

But at that moment, Bai Lu, who was next to Chen Jiajun, suddenly raised her hand.

Then a streak of lightning flew toward Bond.

The lightning bolt split in mid-air, and Silva's men, who were guarding Bond, also suffered the consequences.

The three men's hair stood on end, and they collapsed to their knees, foaming at the mouth.

Even Bond, who had received special training, was no exception.

Chen Jiajun looked at Bai Lu with some curiosity, wondering why this girl would take action. Did she see through Bond's scumbag nature?

Seeing the questioning look in Chen Jiajun's eyes, Bai Lu pointed to the gadget in Bond's hand and said simply, "A signal transmitter."

Chen Jiajun looked closely and indeed found that the hand hidden in the sleeve of the Bonds was emitting black smoke.

He had one of his Hell Knights bring it over for a look, and sure enough, it was a small and exquisite gadget.

Chen Jiajun shrugged and said, "Then let this Mr. James Bond remain unconscious for a while."

Then Chen Jiajun turned his gaze to Silva and said, "So, Silva, have you decided to work for me?"

Silva took a deep breath and said to Chen Jiajun with a grim expression, "With your strength, why do you need someone like me?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "In this era, not everything can be solved with force, and I've already said I have high hopes for you."

Silva said with a wary look, "What if I disagree?"

Chen Jiajun smiled strangely: "No, you will definitely agree. Bai Lu."

"Okay, okay," Bai Lu said with a hint of helplessness, then appeared behind Silva like a ghost.

Silva was startled and was about to use his tall stature to retaliate.

But he didn't expect that the petite Bai Lu could unleash such great power.

They directly pinned this burly man, who was nearly two meters tall, to the ground.

"I advise you not to struggle anymore, or you'll only suffer." Although Bai Lu smiled charmingly, the coldness in her eyes made even someone like Silva tremble.

Silva's men saw their boss subdued and were about to raise their guns.

Then they saw Bai Lu raise her hands, and a mental shockwave surged directly towards these people.

Mysterious runes appeared on Bai Lu's hand and flowed directly into Silva's head, causing him to struggle frantically.

However, being a professionally trained agent, he remained silent even as he was in excruciating pain.

"Two of you hold him down. This guy's really strong." Bai Lu wiped the sweat from her forehead.

It's unclear how long it lasted, but Silva gradually stopped struggling and then stood up from the ground.

He walked directly to Chen Jiajun, knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "Master, Silva will be your loyal dog from now on."

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Alright, get up. Call me boss from now on."

"Yes, boss." Silva stood respectfully beside Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said to Silva, "What kind of plan did you come up with? It's like you poked MI6 in the butt! You even used this trump card against you?"

Silva grinned wickedly and said, "Nothing much, just used the old backdoor to hack into MI6 headquarters and cripple their current headquarters. We also launched an attack on Mrs. M, making the British leadership question that old woman's abilities."

"Then I'll use the list I've obtained to randomly release a few names online every week to distract MI6. After they arrest me, I'll have my men launch an attack in London, targeting that old woman, Mrs. M."

Upon hearing Silva's words, Chen Jiajun almost choked on his own saliva.

Everyone says Chen Jiajun is crazy; he dismantled an MI6 intelligence station without hesitation and also thoroughly humiliated the CIA.

But those petty tricks are nothing compared to Silva's.

As expected, playing this kind of game requires professionals; otherwise, Chen Jiajun alone couldn't achieve the same precise and effective kills as Silva.

"So, I ruined your plans this time?" Chen Jiajun said somewhat embarrassedly.

Silva shook his head and said, "It's alright, boss, I have a backup plan. It just takes a little more effort."

While Chen Jiajun was chatting with Silva, Bond had already regained consciousness.

Bai Lu had always controlled her power very well; if she was simply knocked unconscious by electricity, then she was just knocked unconscious.

With Bond's previous training, he quickly regained his senses.

However, after hearing Chen Jiajun and Silva's conversation, Bond felt a chill run down his spine.

Previously, Silva and Chen Jiajun were considered enemies, but unexpectedly, after he was unconscious for a period of time, he became Chen Jiajun's lackey.

This abrupt change made Bond feel vaguely uneasy.

Bai Lu walked up to Bond: "Hey, handsome, stop pretending to be asleep, it's your turn now."

Chen Jiajun deliberately kept Silva and Bond behind because he wanted to use the two of them to support his intelligence department.

After all, two professional MI6 spies are a very valuable resource even in England, and Chen Jiajun would not let them go.

Unlike Silva's smooth process, Bailu's attempt to manipulate Bond's mind was not smooth.

Silva has already defected from MI6 and harbors immense hatred for Madam M.

But James Bond is different; this guy is not only incredibly resilient, but also surprisingly tough in character.

Even at the cost of his brain burning out, he still refused to succumb to Chen Jiajun's power.

Bai Lu, her face pale, released her grip and said helplessly to Chen Jiajun, "Boss, this guy has received special mental training, I can't do anything with him."

Chen Jiajun frowned and said, "So, this guy can't be used by me?"

Silva, clicking his tongue in amazement, remarked, "This Mr. James Bond is Mrs. M's loyal dog; he's not so easily betrayed. Just like I was back then."

Seeing James Bond struggling on the ground, still trying to fight to the death, Chen Jiajun said with some regret, "It's such a pity. Today we are going to witness the fall of a legendary agent."

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun suddenly drew his gun and fired several shots at James Bond's body and head.

This turned the legendary agent into a corpse. (End of Chapter)