Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Inside the presidential suite of the Rosewood Hotel in London.

Chen Jiajun is meeting with an old friend.

It was none other than Baron Hewitt, whom we hadn't seen in a long time.

He Wei is quite old and has long since retired from his position.

He no longer holds any official position except for a peerage.

He came to Chen Jiajun's place simply because he knew what kind of vindictive and vengeful guy Chen Jiajun was.

So after meeting, He Wei looked at Chen Jiajun with concern and asked, "Chen Jiajun, what do you want to do in London?"

"Old friends haven't seen each other for so long, and this is your attitude? Baron He Wei!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

He Wei said with a serious expression, "You and I have never been friends, but enemies."

"That hurts so much!" Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "I've always considered you a friend!"

"What exactly do you want to do? This is England, not a place where you can run wild!" He Wei said sternly.

Chen Jiajun said with a sneer, "I know! Youde told me through the Hong Kong Correctional Services Department that it wasn't the Governor's House that killed my men, but some big shot at 10 Chan Ning Street, so I came to London myself!"

He Wei said with a look of apprehension, "London is not Hong Kong. If you want to do anything here, I will make sure you can't leave London! Sir Chen Jiajun!"

Faced with He Wei's threat, Chen Jiajun laughed and said, "What? You foreigners are allowed to cause trouble in Hong Kong, but I can't even come to London for tourism? After all, I am a knighted by the English, so it is perfectly reasonable for me to come to England!"

Cold sweat dripped down He Wei's forehead. It seemed that Chen Jiajun had no intention of letting the matter rest.

Having fought Chen Jiajun for so many years without ever gaining any advantage over him, He Wei knew just how difficult this young man was to deal with.

However, he has now relinquished all his positions and is merely a decrepit old man in his twilight years.

There was absolutely nothing that could stop Chen Jiajun!

Even if he went to No. 10 Chenning Street to file a complaint, probably not many people would believe him.

This immediately made He Wei feel uncomfortable, and his mood became very low: "Does it really have to be this way?"

Chen Jiajun had always thought He Wei was a respectable person, but their positions differed. Chen Jiajun wouldn't change his mind just because the old man was playing the victim in front of him.

So Chen Jiajun said coldly, "We're all adults, we have to pay some price for what we do, don't we?"

"I understand!" He Wei took a deep breath and said tremblingly, "As long as I, He Wei, live, I will do everything in my power to stop you!"

After saying that, He Wei got up and left Chen Jiajun's suite without looking back.

Watching He Wei's departing figure, Chen Jiajun sighed and said to Silva beside him, "Let's go, it's not safe here anymore!"

Silva said with some surprise, "You mean... this old guy has a backup plan?"

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Do you believe that MI5 is already waiting for us downstairs right now? This old politician is still as insidious as ever!"

"Wow, that's something I never expected!" Silva said, somewhat surprised.

Chen Jiajun said disdainfully, "The acting skills of these old politicians are almost on par with Hollywood stars. I would use the most malicious thoughts to suspect them! Don't think that only you agents can act; politicians are even better at acting."

……

Three minutes later, a fully armed combat team violently broke down the suite door.

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun and Silva had already disappeared from the room.

After searching for a while, they found nothing, except a strange-looking robot bouncing around on the coffee table in the suite.

"What the hell is this? It's fucking ugly!"

The team leader picked up the small robot and examined it. Then he saw red light emanating from the robot's eyes.

Just as the captain sensed something was wrong and was about to throw the robot away...

An explosion occurred without warning.

The shockwave from the explosion shattered the glass of the suite, and the flames engulfed the entire combat team.

……

Meanwhile, the Syndicate's operations continued.

After much investigation, Ethan finally confirmed that the information Chen Jiajun had given him was not fake.

So he prepared to personally intervene and stop it.

By this time, his good partner Benjy had already arrived in London from America.

As he was getting off the plane and taking the subway to the Royal Opera House, a strange man wearing a hood walked towards him.

He shoved one of the bags he was holding into Benji's arms.

Benji was completely dumbfounded. He then opened the bag and checked it, finding a magazine and a pair of glasses inside.

As Benji curiously put on the glasses, a familiar voice immediately rang in his ears: "Welcome to London! Did you miss me, Benji?"

Benji immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Ethan? Where the hell are you? Where the hell have you been... OK, nowhere to be found. You know what, please don't tell me, or I'll have to tell another lie during the weekly audit!"

Ethan reassured him, "Nothing will happen, just keep going! But be careful not to be followed!"

As he walked, Benji joked, "Oh, I knew I didn't win that opera ticket, did I?"

“I’m afraid so!” Ethan said with a smile.

"So...where shall we meet?"

“We won’t meet! For your safety, we can’t be found together! After all, I’m a wanted criminal now.”

Just then, Benji's phone rang, and Ethan reminded him, "You've got a message!"

Banji opened his phone and immediately saw a sketch photo. Curious, he asked, "Who is this?"

“That’s what we need to find out here! As far as I know, he’s our only possible contact with the Syndicate! And I have reason to believe he’ll definitely come here tonight, but I can’t do it on my own, so can you help me?” Ethan said very seriously.

Without a second thought, Banji agreed immediately.

After communicating, the two went to the Royal Opera House together.

Because Prime Minister Ottily came to listen to the opera today, the defense level here has been raised several notches.

They even need to pass through a metal detector to enter the theater.

It was no problem for Benji and Ethan to infiltrate the area; the two split up to search for Solomon's whereabouts.

Benji went straight into the monitoring room, took out his laptop, hacked into the opera house's security system, and began searching all the guests.

Ethan, using the stolen ticket, successfully entered the opera house.

He pressed the headset and asked, "Is there a problem, Benji?"

"Not yet, still searching." Benji frantically typed on the keyboard in the monitoring room. Ethan's eyes darted rapidly among the guests in the opera house, and he muttered to himself, "I know you're here, but where are you?!"

While Ethan was searching, Benji, on the other side, spotted a suspicious-looking guy while reviewing the surveillance footage.

The guy was carrying a trumpet, but he deliberately avoided the other opera singers and quietly slipped backstage.

Benji immediately informed Ethan: "Ethan, I think I've found something, but I can't be sure!"

"Where?" Ethan asked quickly.

"I'll show you the way from behind the scenes!"

Ethan didn't dare to delay and, following Benji's directions, quickly arrived at the backstage of the opera hall.

This is where you control the lighting and curtains.

After looking around, Ethan quickly spotted the guy Benji had mentioned.

This guy is assembling the small parts in his hand.

Judging from its appearance, it doesn't seem to be associated with a small size at all; it looks more like... a sniper rifle.

Ethan immediately lunged forward and began wrestling with the assassin.

Although Ethan is a top agent, his expertise lies in infiltration and intelligence gathering.

His combat skills weren't particularly outstanding. After taking some effort to deal with the assassin, Ethan picked up the sniper rifle disguised as a small one.

Then, looking up, I realized that this position allowed me to see the other two assassins.

And one of them was the beautiful woman who let him escape from the Syndicate base.

Their weapons were already pointed at Prime Minister Ottily on the other side of the stands.

Ethan's specially made sniper rifle only had one bullet in it, so it couldn't possibly take down two people at the same time.

So Ethan made an extremely bold decision, pointing his gun directly at Prime Minister Ottily's shoulder and firing a shot.

The fact that the shot hit Prime Minister Ottily immediately raised alarms.

This also attracted the attention of the surrounding guards, and Prime Minister Ottily was immediately escorted away under protection.

The surrounding guards immediately sprang into action, sealing off all entrances and exits.

Ethan didn't have time to think about anything else. He immediately threw down his sniper rifle and prepared to leave the Royal Opera House.

I definitely can't stay here any longer.

But as soon as he stepped outside, Ethan ran into the female agent again.

Ethan blocked her way and said, "I have a way to escape. Are you interested?"

The female agent hesitated for only half a second, then said to Ethan, "Lead the way!"

The man and woman were inconspicuous and soon arrived at the rooftop of the opera house.

After passing over the huge dome, you will see a flagpole.

Ethan grabbed a bundle of rope, grabbed the female agent, and the two slid down the flagpole without attracting any attention.

After all, the opera house was in complete chaos at this point.

Just as the two were about to leave, they saw Prime Minister Ottily's motorcade pass by.

But the next moment, a violent explosion erupted directly from inside Prime Minister Ottily's car.

The vehicle was blown into the air, and none of the surrounding personnel survived.

Ethan was completely stunned when he saw this.

The enemy sent three assassins into the opera house to prevent the mission from failing.

They even planted a bomb in Prime Minister Ottily's car.

This is practically a saturation assassination!
However, Ethan and the female agent didn't dare to stay in one place any longer and quickly got into Benji's car.

However, as soon as they got in the car, Ethan took the female agent into custody.

“We haven’t introduced ourselves yet!” Ethan said to the female agent, “but I’m pretty sure you’re an English agent!”

“Ilsa Foster, you are Ethan Hunt, aren’t you?” Ilsa said calmly, “I know you’re investigating the Syndicate, and so am I! If you want to know about the Syndicate, you should release me immediately!”

"Are you the one in charge of this assassination?" Ethan changed the subject and asked.

Ilsa paused for a moment and said, "Those were just burdens. Thanks to you, our chance to gain their trust has fallen through."

“No, there were three assassins! One was to finish you off if your assassination attempt failed, and another was to kill you! They even prepared bombs to prevent the assassination from failing!” Ethan muttered to himself, then took out Solomon's photo and asked, “Who is he?”

Ilsa didn't answer, but continued, "We're investigating the same thing. I can help you, but you have to let me go!"

As Ilsa finished speaking, two cars chased after Ethan and his group.

Ethan was silent for a moment, then opened the car door and threw Ilsa out.

The assassination of Prime Minister Ottily has thrown London into turmoil.

The MI5 members, like startled donkeys, searched the entire city.

Meanwhile, on a clock tower not far from the opera house, Solomon, the instigator of this incident, and Chen Jiajun were watching a play.

Solomon coldly said to Chen Jiajun, "I have fulfilled your request!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Not bad, you did a really good job!"

Solomon continued, "Then our cooperation ends here!"

Chen Jiajun frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

“Literally!” Solomon said coldly, “You’ve gone too far!”

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Oh? You mean the information Ethan received, right? Isn't this developing according to your plan?"

Solomon stared at Chen Jiajun and said, "I originally planned to lay the groundwork for this for six months, but I had to start it ahead of schedule because of you!"

"It's good news!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

"Our syndicate's affairs are none of your business, you outsider!" Solomon warned sternly. "Don't interfere in our affairs again, or don't blame us for being impolite next time!"

After saying this, Solomon left the clock tower, and Chen Jiajun immediately felt the pricking sensation between his eyebrows disappear.

Given Solomon's cautious nature, he must have a sniper lying in ambush nearby, aiming at him.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Silva, who was in the shadows, "Looks like they're going to kick you out!"

Silva grinned wickedly and said, "That's not up to him!" (End of Chapter)