Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

The intelligence team under Chen Jiajun had been investigating several members of the landlords' association.

However, it was done very discreetly; not only MI5, but even if you combined the world's major intelligence agencies, they wouldn't be able to find anything.

Meanwhile, Silva, who was overseas, received Chen Jiajun's order and rushed back excitedly.

As a legendary agent abandoned by MI6, Silva is particularly attentive to dealing with his former employer.

Upon hearing that he had the opportunity to fight them again, he immediately dropped everything and rushed back.

When I got back, I saw Chen Jiajun's dark face.

In Silva's memory, Chen Jiajun rarely showed such an expression.

"You're back? Have a seat!" Chen Jiajun saw Silva enter his office and immediately asked him to sit down, then handed him the intelligence department's documents.

Silva didn't say much, but after carefully reading the information twice, he looked up at Chen Jiajun and said, "It does seem like the work of MI5. Boss, what are you planning to do?"

Chen Jiajun said coldly, "Since they want to play, I don't mind playing a big game with them!"

Silva immediately revealed a wicked smile and said to Chen Jiajun, "You mean... England?"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Youde has already told me in another way that this matter has nothing to do with the Governor's Office, so the most likely explanation is that the order came from the Zu family!"

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. They must feel the pain of this incident to prevent such things from happening again! I want the entire British intelligence agency to collapse!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Silva suddenly laughed: "Boss, I have a plan!"

"Huh?" Chen Jiajun looked at Silva in surprise and said, "You already have a plan so quickly?"

Silva laughed and said, "This matter is actually related to Mrs. M! Do you remember the reorganization of MI6?"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "But didn't you say you haven't recovered from what you did to me?"

"Although he hasn't fully recovered, this newly appointed Mr. M is quite a restless fellow!" Silva said with a sneer. "He submitted a draft proposal to the Prime Minister, intending to establish a branch organization under MI6!"

Chen Jiajun immediately became interested: "Interesting, tell me more?"

Silva, of course, spoke frankly and openly, telling Chen Jiajun about what happened when he went to eliminate the threat completely.

After Mrs. M's death, MI6 was leaderless and, coupled with Chen Jiajun's repeated attacks, was practically defunct.

However, after the new prime minister took office, he felt that MI6, an external spy organization, was indispensable.

So he promoted one of his close confidants to a higher position, making him the new Mr. M.

After Mr. M took office, he discovered that MI6 was rotten to the core.

Therefore, a solution was proposed to the Prime Minister: to establish a separate agency under MI6.

The name of this organization is "Syndicate"!
The syndicate does not use MI6's own people, but instead selects a group of people from retired, missing, or defecting agents around the world to work for the syndicate.

The advantage is that these agents don't need to be trained from scratch, saving a lot of time and money. Furthermore, after use, these agents can be executed at any time to avoid causing trouble for MI6.

However, the downside is that these defecting agents have no loyalty to speak of; they are like ticking time bombs, and if not handled properly, they can cause a lot of trouble.

Therefore, upon learning of this, the Prime Minister immediately halted the establishment of the Syndicate department.

However, things got interesting. Mr. M did not obey the Prime Minister's orders and still formed the syndicate.

Moreover, he handed over control of the organization to a man named Solomon.

Solomon seemed to have learned of Mr. M's plan, and directly turned on Mr. M, then declared independence.

The Syndicate is now a complete terrorist organization.

Upon hearing Silva's statement, Chen Jiajun exclaimed in surprise, "You don't mean to..."

Silva chuckled wickedly, “That’s right, if you want to turn England upside down, the Syndicate is definitely a good weapon! And coincidentally, I have some connections with Solomon!”

Chen Jiajun pondered for a moment, then said to Silva, "Since you're confident, then go ahead and do it! I'll go myself! I suspect that old bastard Huang Shitong is probably in England right now! I won't feel right until I take him down!"

Silva immediately laughed. It would be great if Chen Jiajun personally took charge.

Because if their boss goes, his terrifying subordinates will also be mobilized.

In this way, even in England, they would not be afraid of MI5 and MI6 in terms of military force.

“No problem, boss. But another organization has also set its sights on the Syndicate. These guys might be in trouble. Should we help them or not?” Silva suddenly thought of something and said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun asked curiously, "Who?"

“A special group under the CIA, I think it’s called the IMF!” Silva said to Chen Jiajun after thinking for a moment.

Meanwhile, in London, England.

A man in a trench coat walked into a record store.

At that moment, the female shop assistant was packing up and turning off the lights. When she saw the man walk in, she said directly, "We're about to close!"

The man glanced at the records on the shelf and casually said to the female clerk, "I won't be here long!"

The saleswoman frowned and asked, "Is there anything you'd like to buy?"

“It’s a very rare item!” the man said to the female shop assistant with a smile.

The female shop assistant's expression immediately turned serious: "Let me guess, classical?"

"Jazz".

"Saxophone?"

John Cortland.

Where is the piano?

"Theronis Monk".

"Shadow Wilson plays bass!" "Shadow Wilson plays drums!"

Why is he called Shadow?

"Because his drumbeats are very gentle!"

"Consider yourself lucky today!"

Their conversation didn't sound like they were discussing records at all; it sounded more like they were exchanging secret codes.

Hearing the man answer fluently, she smiled again, then took out a record and handed it to him, saying, "I have the first edition record!"

Then I looked at a place in the store where a record player was placed.

The man immediately understood, picked up the record, and walked towards the record player.

The female shop assistant said to the man with great interest, "Is it really you? I've heard your story; it can't all be true, can it?"

The man just smiled, didn't answer the female clerk's question, and then took the record and walked towards the record player!

The man went into a booth in the record store and placed the record in his hand on an old-fashioned record player.

A moment later, a completely emotionless synthesized voice came from the record player: "Good evening, Mr. Hunter!"

The man's name is Ethan Hunt.
The elite agents of the IFM, a subordinate agency of the CIA in the United States.

He has handled countless major cases, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is America's 007.

The top cover of the record player lit up like a computer screen.

The cold, synthesized voice then continued, "The weapons you recovered in Belarus have been confirmed to be VX psychoactive gas, powerful enough to destroy a major city!"

"Within 24 hours of the plane landing in Damascus, we found the bodies of the crew! They were identified as low-level Chechen separatists who had neither the means nor the ability to obtain the weapons they were transporting!"

"Your suspicions suggest that someone is forming an alliance with a behind-the-scenes organization to incite revolution by carrying out terrorist attacks and cultivating relationships with Western interest groups! The IMF suspects that this organization is the same one you have been investigating last year, namely the so-called syndicate!"

At this point, the synthesized voice suddenly sounded a bit off.

"Normally, you and your team would be assigned to infiltrate and dismantle this terrorist network! But we have taken steps to ensure that this will not happen!"

"Because we are the Syndicate, Mr. Hunter! We now know your identity! You will choose whether or not to accept your role."

"You are going to face your fate. If you investigate us, you will be arrested; if you resist us, you will be killed! None of your actions will be recognized by the Minister! Good luck, Mr. Hunter!"

Upon hearing this, Ethan Hunt was so shocked that he stood up. He hadn't expected anyone to be able to trace his origins back to him.

This syndicate is definitely not a simple organization!

Ethan then noticed that a large amount of thick white smoke was suddenly coming out of the room's exhaust vent. He panicked and tried to push the door open, only to find that he was locked inside.

Looking outside, they saw that the female clerk of the record store was being held hostage by a man wearing glasses.

So flustered that he didn't dare say a word.

Ethan slammed his fist on the glass, but unfortunately, this was a CIA outpost.

Even the glass is bulletproof; there's no way he can escape from here.

They could only watch as the female shop assistant was shot in the head by the mysterious bespectacled man.

In a short while, white smoke enveloped the entire room, Ethan's tapping on the glass slowed down, and then his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

……

At this moment, in a coffee shop in London.

Chen Jiajun was leisurely drinking coffee, and across from him was Trafalgar Square, where he could see a large flock of pigeons.

After taking a sip of his still-warm coffee, Chen Jiajun said to Silva, "We're not going to get stood up, are we?"

Silva chuckled and said, "Isn't there still five minutes left? They're always on time!"

Sure enough, right after Silva finished speaking, a man wearing glasses walked over and sat down in front of Chen Jiajun quite naturally.

This guy is Ryan Solomon, the current leader of the Syndicate.

Solomon glanced at Silva and said, "Is this Asian man your boss?"

Silva laughed and said, "That's right!"

Solomon then turned his gaze to Chen Jiajun and said, "You want to cooperate with me? How?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "I want to turn England upside down. Can you do it?"

Solomon hadn't expected Chen Jiajun to be so direct, and then asked, "Why?"

"If I had to give a reason... the actions of some people at No. 10 Chenning Street really annoyed me!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile. "That's just how I am. If someone makes things difficult for me, I'll make them suffer!"

Solomon scoffed and said, "Overestimating yourself!"

"Is that so?" Chen Jiajun said calmly to Solomon, "IMF's top agent, Ethan Hunt, is in your hands now, isn't he? The way you drugged him in the record store wasn't very presentable!"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Solomon's sneer froze instantly.

He had no idea that his actions were being monitored without his knowledge.

Chen Jiajun smiled and continued speaking to Solomon, "My power is greater than you imagine, Mr. Solomon!"

Solomon resisted the urge to draw his gun and kill the man in front of him, and coldly asked, "Since you're capable of this, what do you need us for?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "I have never been a terrorist, nor would I stoop to launching terrorist attacks on any place! That would be too beneath my dignity! I just wanted to teach some people a lesson and make them behave themselves!"

Solomon immediately understood Chen Jiajun's meaning: "So, we'll do the work, and you'll provide us with assistance?"

"I enjoy talking to intelligent people!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile and a nod. (End of Chapter)