Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

The woman's name was Vivian; she was a hitman broker, the same as an agent in Hong Kong.

However, she didn't work alone; she worked for Brutus.

Vivian said bluntly, "I heard you've lost a lot of money in the stock market lately? I told you you don't have the brains for that. You probably can't even pay your assassins' salaries, can you?"

“Shut your mouth. Get me Michael’s address,” Brut snapped.

Vivian immediately became alert: "What do you want to do?"

“I have to get the money I lost back,” Brut said directly, not hiding his thoughts.

Vivian exclaimed in astonishment, "You can't believe it! You're absolutely insane! You actually dared to steal those assassins' pension money? Do you know what you're doing?"

Brut said coldly, "Of course I know what I'm doing. If I take care of those old bones who are about to retire, I won't have to pay this money."

"I think you've gone mad," Vivian said viciously.

“My mind is made up. Don’t waste any more words with me, Miss Vivian,” Brut said calmly. “Just do your own thing.”

"Crazy!" Vivian cursed, and stormed off the manor.

After leaving the manor, Vivian lit a cigarette to calm herself down.

She hadn't expected this idiot to be so audacious. Did that mean he would target the organization's veteran assassins one after another?
This is not good news for Vivian, the middleman.

“Wait, if this guy targets all the killers who are getting older, then Duncan…” Vivian thought of something terrible and turned back to talk to Brut again.

But remembering Brut's resolute expression earlier, Vivian stopped in her tracks.

"What the hell is this to me? I'm not getting involved in this anymore." Vivian threw away the half-finished cigarette in her hand, stomped it out, and strode out: "It's time to find another job."

Meanwhile, Silva quickly returned the call to Chen Jiajun in New York.

Silva's tone was relaxed: "Boss, we found it."

Chen Jiajun said with some surprise, "So fast?"

Silva said with a smile, "Speaking of which, we almost had to deal with this assassin organization."

Chen Jiajun quickly realized: "You mean that assassin fund that old Japanese devil set up last time?"

“That’s right.” Silva said with a smile, “We discovered back then that an organization called Damocles was also involved in this matter, but for some reason the assassin didn’t come to Hong Kong. So we have readily available information on this organization.”

"This is interesting." Chen Jiajun immediately became interested: "Tell me, what's the background of these guys?"

Silva glanced through the documents and said, "This Damocles organization has been around for quite some time. It was originally an English assassin organization, and its leader was a nobleman."

"For some unknown reason, the owner of this house traveled from England to America on the Mayflower. He settled down here and has been working as an assassin ever since."

"It's just that their organizations aren't very large, and they operate in a low-key manner, so they're not well-known even in America. The High Table once invited them, but they declined."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiajun immediately burst out laughing: "Good heavens, so it's just another damned Englishman, isn't it?"

Although Silva joined MI6, his ancestral home was not English, and he never considered himself English. Therefore, he remained unmoved by Chen Jiajun's words and continued, "The current leader of the organization is called Brut, an arrogant idiot. The reason he sent someone to assassinate Frank was not because someone from Wall Street hired an assassin."

"Huh? Why is that?" Chen Jiajun asked, puzzled.

After all, Cao Weicai was arrested by the IRS first, and Frank was assassinated later, making it hard not to connect the two events.

Silva laughed and said, "Because this guy's investment company bought a lot of 'Blood & Testing' stock, and lost all his capital."

"If his manager hadn't sold off his stock in time, the leader of this assassin organization would probably be bankrupt by now."

Hearing Silva's words, Chen Jiajun felt a bit of absurdity.

The leader of an assassin organization taught someone to play the stock market, but ended up getting himself trapped in the losses.

Enraged, he even planned to hire a hitman to take revenge.

This whole thing sounds like dark humor.

"That's it? That's all?" Chen Jiajun said in surprise.

Silva, suppressing a laugh, said, "That's right."

"Is this guy an idiot?" Chen Jiajun said, somewhat speechless.

Silva said, "I have faxed you all the information on this guy. The intelligence network in North America is already at its limit. You need to give me a little more time."

"Okay, I understand." Chen Jiajun hung up the phone after saying that, and the absurd feeling lingered for quite a while.

On the other side, Brut finally heard some good news.

Their own A team finally took down Michael, a retired assassin from the same organization.

In this way, Brut can finally save five million dollars.

In the period that followed, Damocles' retired assassins were assassinated one by one by Brutus.

In less than a month, five people had died.

Now we only need to deal with the last person.

With this good start, Brut himself became a little arrogant and handed the task back to Vivian.

Vivian looked at Brut's pig-like face as he smugly talked about wanting to kill Black Caesar, and she couldn't hold back any longer: "Are you sure you're not talking in your sleep again?"

“I’m the boss, do as I say.” This time, Brut didn’t waste any words and directly used his status to intimidate.

Vivian had no choice but to say, "I hope you won't regret this."

After saying that, Vivian sent an email and then waited quietly for Black Caesar to call.

As one of the top assassins, Black Caesar is cautious and composed, and never reveals his location.

Even when there are tasks, information is received via email through the public network; brokers are never allowed to contact them by phone.

Furthermore, the conversation cannot exceed thirty seconds beforehand; if it exceeds thirty seconds, the call will be disconnected.

It was precisely because of this personality that he was able to survive and thrive even after achieving great fame in the industry. Not long after, Vivian received a call from Black Caesar: "You were looking for me?"

“We need to meet.” Vivian didn’t give an address, but instead left the choice to Black Caesar, which was his habit.

"Ten minutes from now, Jimmy's Restaurant," Black Caesar said before hanging up the phone.

Ten minutes later, at Jimmy's restaurant, Vivian was already seated and had ordered a bottle of champagne.

Then an older, stylish man in a black suit walked in and sat down in front of Vivian.

“Pérignon Champagne, do you remember?” Vivian elegantly raised her champagne glass and took a sip. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Duncan.”

Black Caesar simply looked coldly at Vivian and said, "What's going on with Michael?"

“I guessed you might show up, so I brought this to show you.” Vivian said, taking a document from her bag and pushing it in front of Black Caesar. “He was having a party at his villa in Morocco when he was attacked.”

At that moment, a waiter came over and interrupted their conversation.

"Sir, would you like something to drink?" the waiter asked, holding up a bottle of wine.

“No, no need,” Black Caesar said, looking at the documents without raising his head.

"You don't drink?" Vivian asked, somewhat puzzled.

After all, she had specially chosen this bottle of Dom Champagne for Black Caesar.

“I’ve quit,” Black Caesar said calmly. “What’s going on, Vivian?”

Vivian pushed an envelope toward Black Caesar and said to him, "Michael is the fourth Damocles killer to die in the past month."

“Our intelligence agencies have found out that the hitman who killed Michael was Chinese and had ties to the Triads. He hired a group of assassins to attack Michael. The target is currently in New York. Your former boss, Brut, approved a revenge operation. One million dollars, to tell this bastard with bullets that we are not to be trifled with.”

Black Caesar glanced at the photo; it was indeed a Chinese person. He then put the photo away, saying, "Brut fired me before."

Damocles has a rule that assassins are automatically discharged once they turn fifty.

Strictly speaking, Black Caesar is no longer one of Damocles's men.

He has retired.

Vivian said helplessly, "Don't act like a crybaby. Everyone who turns fifty gets fired. You know, that's the company's damn policy."

After saying that, Vivian raised an eyebrow and said in a slightly provocative tone, "Or are you saying that having Alzheimer's disease means you can't kill someone?"

To everyone's surprise, Black Caesar wasn't buying it: "Then let's find young people to do it."

Vivian had no choice but to change her approach, saying, "Strictly speaking, you still have two weeks before retirement. This mission requires a more sophisticated and experienced assassin."

"As a middleman, finding someone shouldn't be difficult for you," Black Caesar said coldly, unmoved by Vivian's flirting.

“He wants you to do it,” Vivian said, emphasizing each word: “Black Caesar.”

Black Caesar didn't finish speaking. He pushed the things back to Vivian and left the restaurant without saying a word.

But Vivian knew that Black Caesar had already accepted the task.

He couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Her mission was complete; what happened next was no longer his concern.

Vivian had to admit that she had underestimated that stupid pig, Brute.

The target I just gave Black Caesar was Cao Weicai, a guy from Wall Street.

There's an unwritten rule, or rather, a tacit understanding, in America: assassin organizations generally won't take jobs from Wall Street.

Because these damned vampire business disputes usually involve money, and a lot of money, and both sides are very rich.

If a hitman takes a job and kills someone, does the other party need money?
By then, with all the fighting, there won't be anyone left on Wall Street.

Brut's move was to send Black Caesar to his death, and also to take revenge on Cao Weicai.

All we need to do is have Black Caesar retired from the company, and throw this old assassin out to extinguish Wall Street's anger. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

"When did this idiot become so shrewd?" Vivian shook her head and lit a cigarette.

Just as she was pondering, a young man suddenly sat down in front of her.

And this person is Chen Jiajun.

It took the intelligence station in North America nearly a month to finish collecting information on Damocles, but they still couldn't get the most crucial information on Brutus.

Left with no other option, Chen Jiajun had to contact the person in charge between the two parties, a hitman broker named Vivian.

This woman was easy to find, so he came looking for her right after Black Caesar left.

"Sir, who are you?" Vivian looked at the handsome Chinese man in front of her with a strange expression.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, I want you to kill someone."

Vivian's expression immediately turned cold, and she grabbed her handbag, intending to leave: "You've got the wrong person."

But as soon as she stood up, she froze.

It wasn't because of Chen Jiajun, but because of the beautiful woman in a suit behind him.

As a hitman broker, Vivian has a special sensitivity to dangerous individuals.

For example, Vivian was very cautious when facing Black Caesar.

However, compared to Black Caesar, the woman behind Chen Jiajun is clearly much more dangerous.

If Black Caesar is a top-tier assassin, then in Vivian's eyes, Bai Lu behind Chen Jiajun looks like she crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Just one glance was enough to send shivers down Vivian's spine. (End of Chapter)