Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Upon hearing this, Martin looked at Chen Dahua and said with a smile, "There are no international criminals, but there are two great lawyers."

Martin's words carried a strong threat, warning Chen Dahua not to act recklessly, or else he should consider whether he could withstand the lawsuit filed by the two top lawyers.

Chen Dahua was not intimidated. Instead, he placed his hands on the table, adopting a very authoritative posture, and said, "Can you guarantee that everyone here is innocent?"

Martin's ability to be invited by Taro Tsukamoto to manage the foundation's operations is certainly not solely due to his skills.

He said calmly, "Everything we discussed in the meeting today was legal. If you need it, I can have my secretary make a copy of the meeting minutes for you."

"Very good, please show your ID card." Chen Dahua said with a smile.

As expected, the inspection yielded nothing; no useful information was found at all.

After all, as agents, they don't need to kill people themselves, so the killers and agents present all have legal identities or legal entry certificates.

There's simply no way to deal with low-ranking police officers like Chen Dahua.

After they went outside, one of his men asked Chen Dahua, "Sir, what should we do?"

"If they want to die, let them go," Chen Dahua said with a sneer.

As a police officer, Chan Tat-wah knew that in Hong Kong at night, anyone who dared to cause trouble would likely have their throat torn apart, limbs broken, and eventually be chewed up and eaten clean.

"Ahitama, 38 years old, a model agent and importer of clothing, is also a hitman agent in Europe. His hitmen have been involved in several assassinations of political figures."

"Chris Corté, 41, runs a liquor business, mainly in Latin America. He had people involved in the assassination attempt on the Mexican president."

"Nickname Vivian, real name unknown, 26 years old, Eastern European, North American assassin agent, working for Damocles Assassin Company, the exclusive agent of the famous assassin 'Black Caesar', only she can contact Black Caesar."

"Cheer Fellini."

Inside Chen Jiajun's office, his intelligence agents had obtained information on all the assassin brokers who participated in the Revenge Foundation meeting.

Chen Jiajun greatly appreciated this efficiency.

It should be said that Silva truly deserves his reputation as a legendary agent.

With the manpower at hand and Chen Jiajun's funds, they have already built up the prototype of their intelligence organization.

Although its foundation may not be as strong as that of MI6, CIA, and KGB, which have state backing.

However, in terms of intelligence alone, they may already be on par with any civilian organization.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Not bad, Silva. It seems you've really put in a lot of effort lately, and your reach has already extended to North America?"

Silva laughed and said, "It's just in America, it's nothing."

"That's too modest. But what's your opinion on how to deal with these guys? I don't want to see people fighting each other all over Hong Kong," Chen Jiajun said calmly.

After thinking for a moment, Silva said, "The others are naturally easy to handle. I estimate that the security company and Hung Hing can manage them. However, there are a few special guests who may require some of your top talents to handle them personally."

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "Anyone in Hong Kong is at your disposal."

He never took these assassins seriously from beginning to end; he just didn't want anyone causing trouble in Hong Kong.

Therefore, for Chen Jiajun, everything inside Hong Kong was just a minor ailment.

What I hate most are these rats that come from outside.

These rats don't know the rules and will make a mess of Hong Kong.

This is why Chen Jiajun was in such a hurry to return.

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Silva once again revealed his signature wicked smile: "That scene will definitely be very interesting."

Silva has already witnessed the strength of Chen Jiajun's men.

To be honest, Silva didn't even know how to deal with these "inhuman" beings.

After bidding farewell to Chen Jiajun, Silva prepared to mobilize troops to deal with the upcoming turmoil in Hong Kong.

As for internal matters, we'll discuss them later.

Whether it's the legendary Seraph, Eiji Tsukamoto, or the local Hong Kong assassin, none of them have exceeded the rules set by Chen Jiajun. Let them play around first.

On the other side, Crocodile Man led Li Fugui out of the hotel building.

They happened to run into Eiji Tsukamoto, who was staying at the hotel.

He quickly grabbed Martin, the foundation's manager, and said, "Isn't that Tsukamoto's grandson?"

“He participated too,” Martin said calmly.

Crocodile Man said in surprise, "Didn't they say family members aren't allowed to participate?"

"Who said that?" Martin said calmly. "I'm the manager of the foundation. I don't recall having that clause. Whoever takes down the target gets a billion dollars."

After saying that, Martin ignored Crocodile Man and turned to leave.

Because this guy also has something to discuss with Eiji Tsukamoto.

After passing through the corridor, Martin arrived at the suite where Tsukamoto Taro was murdered.

Eiji Tsukamoto said arrogantly, "I don't like being disturbed while I'm eating. Speak quickly if you have something to say."

Martin sat down directly and said, "I'm here to give you a chance to bribe me."

"What do you have that I could possibly bribe?" Tsukamoto Eiji didn't even glance at him, but instead took the towel brought by the maid and wiped his face.

Martin didn't waste any words and directly revealed his trump card: "After your grandfather was murdered, we used diplomatic pressure to prevent the Hong Kong police from conducting an autopsy, and according to his own wishes, he couldn't be dissected in Japan either. However, after our examination, we found something special in his stomach. Can you guess what it is?"

Eiji Tsukamoto completely ignored that question and calmly asked, "How much money do you want?"

Martin paused for a moment, then revealed a greedy expression and said, "Ten million. Cash. But after you get the end-of-life fund, I want one-tenth. This money isn't just for me; I also have partners."

"Why did you come to me?"

"Among so many people, you are the most capable. What's more, I am the fund manager."

Upon hearing this, Eiji Tsukamoto's eyes immediately turned fierce, and he leaned closer to Martin, saying, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Martin, that money-grubbing guy, laughed and said, "Of course I'm afraid, but I'm more afraid of being poor."

Eiji Tsukamoto immediately laughed, took out his checkbook and pen, signed a check for ten million, and handed it to Martin: "Take the money and get things done. I hope your information is worth ten million."

Martin received the check and immediately smiled, saying, "We found a torn military check in your grandfather's stomach. Although the number on it is illegible, give me some time and we should be able to reconstruct it."

"When will you send me the information?" Tsukamoto Eiji said coldly.

Martin looked at the check and said, "I'll talk about it after I get the money."

On the other side, Crocodile had already witnessed Li Fugui's skills, and a strange feeling welled up in his mind.

Since things have already progressed to this point, and I haven't been exposed yet, why not just take a gamble?
With that in mind, Crocodile took Li Fugui directly to a teahouse and deliberately provoked the gangsters who were eating inside, intending to see Li Fugui's strength.

It has to be said that after seeing Li Fugui take action, Crocodile knew he had struck gold.

In terms of hand-to-hand combat alone, he is more than ten times stronger than the assassin he previously worked with.

In just thirty seconds, Li Fugui had taken down all seven or eight thugs in the restaurant.

Combined with Li Fugui's claim of having served in the military in the Golden Triangle, Crocodile became increasingly convinced that this was a worthwhile endeavor.

So they bought Li Fugui a new outfit and planned to let him take on a job first to get used to it.

Meanwhile, assassins from various countries who were drawn to Hong Kong for the billion dollars had gradually arrived in Hong Kong through various channels.

Given the current environment in Hong Kong, it's clearly unrealistic to completely close all the loopholes.

Therefore, he did not intend to isolate the assassins from Hong Kong, but instead planned to take the initiative to strike.

To deal with these rat-like killers, only by giving them enough deterrence will they dare not covet this land again.

Nighttime at a pier in the New Territories.

A South Korean hitman broker is meeting his hitman.

"Damn it, why do I have to hide in this cramped and smelly fishing boat? I'm covered in fishy odors as soon as I come out," a man in a white suit said to his manager with dissatisfaction.

The agent said impatiently, "Shut up. It's because you're wanted by multiple countries that we had to resort to smuggling you in."

The assassin shrugged, not continuing the conversation, and instead said to the agent, "Let's not talk about this. Are you sure you have a billion dollars?"

The agent tossed a newspaper to the hitman and said casually, "Take a look. After we pull off this job, we can all go to America and be big shots."

"Wow. Cool." The assassin whistled, glancing at the newspaper, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Where are my guys? Did you bring them all?"

The agent patted a box next to him and said, "I brought you all the tools you usually carry. Do a good job this time, and whether we can become rich overnight depends on you."

"Just wait." The assassin opened the box, took out all his guns, and carefully inspected them.

Just then, a voice came from above their heads: "Hey, you two, do you have entry permits?"

Upon hearing this voice suddenly rang out without warning, the assassin's hair stood on end.

With his gun in hand, he rolled and found cover, then pointed the gun at the source of the sound.

Only then did the two notice a tall, slender man crouching on a crane in the fishing port, coldly watching them, the long knife in his hand gleaming with a chilling aura in the moonlight. The man was none other than Old Prisoner, sent by Silva.

Without a second thought, the South Korean assassin pulled the trigger on the strange man.

Glock unleashed a hail of bullets at the man without exchanging a single word.

But the next moment, a scene beyond the assassin's comprehension appeared.

The old prisoner wielded his knife in a whirlwind of motion, and any bullets he fired that got close to him were sliced ​​in two by the knife and fell to the ground.

Then, Old Prison looked at the assassin with a relaxed expression, shook his head, and said, "How rude."

With that, he lightly leaped into the air, landing behind the assassin: "I'm asking you a question, do you have an entry permit?"

Startled, the assassin immediately drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed it in the back.

This reaction speed is undeniably fast.

Unfortunately, against the old prison guard who could even cut bullets, such petty tricks were futile.

Old Yu caught the other man's dagger with just two fingers.

No matter how hard the assassin tried, the dagger wouldn't budge, as if it were welded to the attacker's hand.

Old Prison sighed and said, "But whatever, it's no big deal to just kill guys like you."

As he spoke, the old prisoner's machete flashed in the moonlight, creating a cool and elegant glint as it sliced ​​across the assassin's neck.

Then, a large amount of blood sprayed out, staining the assassin's white suit dark red.

The assassin's agent, witnessing this scene, was completely stunned.

His assassin was the most famous and skilled among South Korean assassins.
Even the chaebols who attempted to assassinate South Korea were able to escape unscathed.

But when they arrived in Hong Kong, they were slaughtered like chicks, without even a chance to resist.

What kind of monster is this?

Thinking of this, the assassin's agent screamed and then turned and ran.

Unfortunately, he hadn't run very far when he felt himself bump into something.

Looking up, he saw that Old Yu, holding a machete, was standing in front of him, looking down at him with cold, ghostly eyes.

Such incidents are not limited to the New Territories.

This kind of thing happened all over Hong Kong.

Those assassins who smuggled themselves in from outside, or those who entered with legal documents, all encountered Chen Jiajun's men without exception.

If they refuse to leave obediently, then death is all that awaits them.

Early the next morning, news of violent deaths came from police stations throughout Hong Kong.

This morning kept major crime squads across the country extremely busy.

After all the information was compiled and sent to the General Administration, Li Shutang, who was in charge of the case, fell silent on the spot.

The police station was surrounded by reporters, all wanting to know the Hong Kong police's opinion on the matter.

Han Yili stormed up to Li Shutang and demanded, "Li, why is there still no result in this matter? Do you know how much pressure the police are under?"

Han Yi-ri is being driven crazy by the reporters; it's even starting to affect the police station's work.

Li Shutang turned around expressionlessly and said to Han Yili, "Director, did these deceased have any entry permits?"

Upon hearing Li Shutang's words, Han Yili was immediately stunned.

Li Shutang continued, "You should know who did this, right?"

Li Shutang's question immediately silenced Han Yili.

Anyone with half a brain knows that Chen Jiajun was the one who did it.

Han Yili was angry because of this, because Chen Jiajun didn't take them seriously at all.

Even so, they had no other options.

They were helpless against the assassins, and even more helpless against Chen Jiajun.

The current situation is entirely their own doing.
Li Shutang sighed and said, "I'm retiring in a month, so your coming to me about this won't be of much use. We can't stop Chen Jiajun from doing what he wants to do."

Han Yili immediately gritted his teeth; this sense of powerlessness had been present ever since he took office in Hong Kong.

He couldn't understand how a street thug could grow into such a ruthless and dangerous individual.

Let alone a mere section chief like him, even the current Governor of Hong Kong, Edward Youde, was helpless against him, and could only watch as this guy operated outside the rules and established his own.

After slamming his fist on the table, Han Yili turned and left. The idea of ​​using Chinese against Chinese, as before, was completely outdated.

Not only was the police's attitude strange, but the attitude of the Hong Kong triads was also very quiet.

During this period, many community organizations even stopped doing business.

They stopped all smuggling and illegal immigration operations and brought all their staff back.

It wasn't that they wanted to do it; they were simply terrified.

The assassins who came from all over the world for the billion-dollar revenge fund were all wiped out in one night.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such methods?
However, this news was blocked before it could spread, and only a few high-ranking members of triads and high-ranking police officers knew about it.

As for the other guys who had their eyes on this fund, they're still running around trying to make it happen.

Take Crocodile Man and Li Fugui, for example.

Although the task Crocodile Lao assigned to Li Fugui last time was not completed, he still witnessed how formidable this guy was.

Not only is his fighting skill formidable, but his marksmanship is also top-notch.

He's a bit soft-hearted, but that's not a problem for Crocodile.

As long as this guy can kill that Seraph, he doesn't care about anything else.

"The foundation manager called to say they have a lead, let's go there right now," Crocodile said anxiously to Li Fugui.

The two soon arrived at Martin's law firm.

However, this guy was quite arrogant and insisted that the two of them sit there and wait until he finished playing golf before he would speak.

"Finally, one of them didn't make it. Can we talk about it now?" Crocodile asked impatiently.

“Tell me, where’s the money? Two hundred thousand.” Martin said, holding out his hand.

The crocodile man immediately handed over a check, saying anxiously, "I've been waiting for a long time."

Martin glanced at the number on the check and muttered to himself, "Two hundred thousand is enough for me to fill up my gas tank for a month."

Crocodile Man exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of car consumes so much fuel?"

“A yacht,” Martin waved his hand and said, “Getting back to the point, we found some evidence in Mr. Tsukamoto’s body, which we believe was left by the murderer. With this evidence, we should know who the murderer and his agent are.”

Upon hearing this, Crocodile Man's expression immediately became somewhat tense.

"What is it?" Li Fugui asked curiously.

“It’s military scrip,” Martin said calmly. “It’s torn military scrip. I believe the assassin forced Mr. Tsukamoto to swallow it when he killed him.”

"That"

Just as Crocodile Man was about to ask something else, Martin interrupted him directly: "Well, that's all I can offer."

Crocodile Man's eyes widened immediately: "Two hundred thousand for that? Why don't you just rob someone?"

Martin bluntly stated, "It's definitely better than stealing. To be honest, this information has already been sold to five people because they offered higher prices."

"What's the first bid?" Crocodile asked.

Martin shook his head: "Sorry, that's a trade secret, but seventy-two hours have passed."

"You've already talked about 200,000?" Crocodile said unhappily.

Martin picked up his club again and said, "Here's what we'll do: the following sources are all unverified, so I won't charge you. In the last four years, a killer named Seraph has emerged in Southeast Asia. He works alone and doesn't accept any payment."

"He killed a total of seventeen people, and each of them had their own reasons for being killed."

Upon hearing the name, Crocodile Man immediately fell into deep thought.

"I've said enough, that should be two hundred thousand. If there's nothing else, you can leave." With that, Martin started playing golf again.

But at that moment, Li Fuhao suddenly spoke up and asked, "Excuse me, who was the first person to come and buy information?"

"Good question." Martin laughed immediately. "Since you asked such a good question, I'll tell you for free, it's Eiji Tsukamoto." (End of Chapter)