Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

During this time, Silva had been searching for Baron William's whereabouts through MI6's intelligence network.

Although MI6 improved the home system after Mrs. M's death.

But for Silva, an old guy who was extremely familiar with MI6, it was like he was completely unprepared.

They easily broke into MI6's system through the back door and then found the whereabouts of Baron William.

According to the clues, Baron William had already flown to Sweden on the same day that Chen Jiajun killed the fat man.

However, Silva soon discovered that this was false information.

Because Silva and Chen Jiajun's intelligence network provided corroborating evidence, it was quickly determined from the guy's route that he had not left England at all, or even London.

This record is used to mislead people.

Silva then spent some time sifting through the information, which was a mix of true and false.

Ultimately, the location of the baron's hiding place was narrowed down to a certain area.

Chen Jiajun looked at Silva curiously and said, "Are you sure he's hiding in this place? I remember there are quite a few English gangs around here, right?"

Silva nodded and said, "It is indeed a place rife with gangs, but I have also investigated this Baron William. He has murky ties with many English gangs."

“Very good, then let’s not delay, let’s set off immediately!” Chen Jiajun nodded and said to his men.

A dozen minutes later, Chen Jiajun and the others arrived at the area designated by Silva.

However, these two streets are a melting pot of all sorts of people, making it very difficult to find someone who is hiding.

Moreover, because of their East Asian features, they were targeted as soon as they entered the street.

Chen Jiajun arrived at a roadside restaurant, and just as he sat down, a few thugs came over.

"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkeys, this isn't a place for you. Hand over all your money and get out!" A thug with a mohawk stood on a chair and said arrogantly to Chen Jiajun.

But none of that matters. What matters is that this guy also has a Chinese face, which is quite unpleasant.

Chen Jiajun was immediately puzzled: "You called me a yellow-skinned monkey? What are you, a bastard?"

The mohawk-haired man immediately flew into a rage and pulled out a small knife, intending to stab Chen Jiajun.

But the next moment, the knife in his hand stopped in mid-air.

Because at this moment, Chen Jiajun had a gleaming silver Beretta M92F in his hand.

Although England is not a country that bans guns, it has very strict gun control.

Even these gangsters don't dare to walk around the streets with their weapons.

These people clearly knew they had met their match.

“You’re one of George’s men, right? Hey, I think there’s been some misunderstanding between us!” Mohican immediately chickened out, quickly dropping the knife in his hand and speaking to Chen Jiajun with a cold sweat on his brow.

Chen Jiajun knew who George was. George was a member of a faction that had split off from Hutchison Whampoa and established himself in England. He was one of the top figures in the Chinese underworld in London.

Chen Jiajun said calmly to the mohawk, "Do you want to live or die?"

“Of course I want to live,” Mohican quickly replied.

“Let’s play a game!” Chen Jiajun pointed the gun at Mohawk’s head and said, “I’ve noticed that the people here don’t really respect me. They just took the menu and left without asking me anything.”

"Let's make a bet: will he serve me ribeye, sirloin, or tenderloin steak later?"

The Mohicans were stunned, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Chen Jiajun put his gun away and said with a smile, "If you don't want to choose, then I'll choose for you! I bet what I'll get later is sirloin. Don't even think about running away! Otherwise, my men will kill you the moment you step in!"

Mohican looked even more frightened when he saw the several men in black who appeared behind Chen Jiajun.

All I could do was stare longingly at the restaurant's kitchen, praying that they wouldn't serve me a sirloin steak.

Soon, the waiter rudely threw a steak directly in front of Chen Jiajun, and even rolled his eyes at him.

After all, there were several people sitting at this table, but only Chen Jiajun ordered food.

Mohican stared intently at the plate, and after the waiter put it down, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Because the steak on the plate wasn't sirloin, but a ribeye.

Chen Jiajun was also visibly taken aback for a moment, then smiled, shook his head, patted the mohawk on the shoulder, and said, "You're very lucky, but I forgot to mention, I don't eat beef!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun pulled out his Beretta and pulled the trigger.

The loud gunshot startled everyone in the restaurant.

Mohican and his thugs stared at Chen Jiajun in disbelief, their eyes seemingly saying that Chen Jiajun was untrustworthy.

Chen Jiajun didn't even glance at the mohawk, wiped his hands with a napkin, and began to enjoy the succulent ribeye steak in front of him.

His men immediately closed the shop door and took control of everyone inside.

Chen Jiajun's visit to this restaurant was certainly not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

According to Silva's investigation, Baron William's favorite food was high-grade steak.

And as long as it tastes good, they're not picky about other things.

So the first stop for Chen Jiajun and his team was the steakhouse with the best business in these blocks.

As for this Mohican, he was just asking for trouble.

After taking control of the steakhouse staff, Chen Jiajun had his men obtain the restaurant's accounting books.

Sure enough, Chen Jiajun discovered in the ledger that an address frequently ordered steaks from the restaurant and had them delivered, with generous tips being given.

Chen Jiajun pointed to a waiter at random, the same guy who had been rude to him earlier.

Although the waiter was just an ordinary person, he had some gang connections in these neighborhoods.

So this guy yelled at Chen Jiajun, "George's men dare to cross the line? Are they planning to start a gang war?"

Chen Jiajun immediately burst into laughter, a smile exactly the same as the one he had shown when he killed Moxi.

This sent a chill down the waiter's spine, and he immediately shut his mouth.

"Kid, if you dare say another word, not even a single useless word, I'll smash your knees!" Chen Jiajun smiled at the waiter, then asked, "Where does the guy who frequently orders steaks from here live?"

Seeing the gun in Chen Jiajun's hand, the waiter could only honestly answer the question: "It's in Block E, not far away."

"Have you ever delivered food to him? When does he usually request delivery from your store?" Chen Jiajun continued to ask.

The waiter glanced at the clock hanging in the restaurant and said, "They should be sending the food over soon."

“Very well, you’ll be delivering food later, and I’ll be with you!” Chen Jiajun threatened. “If I feel you’re trying anything funny, I’ll smash your knees right now.”

"While it's not fatal, it could confine you to a wheelchair for the rest of your life! Understand?"

"I understand, I understand!" The waiter kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, intimidated by Chen Jiajun's powerful aura.

Sure enough, a phone call came in about ten minutes later.

Chen Jiajun said to the shop assistant, "Answer the phone like usual! It's none of your business. If you don't want any trouble, I'll leave after I'm done!"

Unfortunately, the cashier at the front desk stammered and could barely speak, but the restaurant owner calmly said, "I'll do it!"

The owner answered the phone and calmly responded to the order request.

Then he said to Chen Jiajun, "I'll go prepare the steak now. It should be ready in about twenty minutes. Is that alright, sir?"

"Of course!" Chen Jiajun nodded, then praised, "I must say, boss, your steak is really good!"

"Thank you for the compliment." The boss nodded and went straight to the kitchen.

A steak was quickly prepared, and following the man's habit, the owner used an insulated container and handed it to the waiter. Chen Jiajun also stood up and said, "Then I'll take my leave. My men will be waiting in the restaurant for half an hour. After half an hour, you can make yourselves at home!"

The boss asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of starting a gang war by doing this? Even George won't let you off the hook then."

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "Why do you all always think I'm George's subordinate?"

"Because in London, the Chinese who dare to be so arrogant are all George's men!" the boss said casually.

"Is that so?" Chen Jiajun shook his head and said dismissively, "George? He's nothing!"

After saying that, he left the restaurant with the waiter.

Watching Chen Jiajun's retreating figure, the restaurant owner was first taken aback, then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

……

I followed the waiter to Block E, downstairs at an apartment building.

The waiter then said to Chen Jiajun, "He's upstairs!"

"Which floor?"

"eleven."

"Go up!"

However, after reaching the eleventh floor, Chen Jiajun asked the waiter to wait for a while because the power to the entire building was interrupted, plunging it into darkness.

A moment later, the emergency sensor lights in the hallway turned on.

The waiter was startled, but luckily he was smart enough not to ask Chen Jiajun why. Instead, he took the food container, walked to the door, and knocked.

A moment later, a man's voice came from inside the door: "Who is it!"

"Sir, I'm here to deliver your food." The waiter obediently followed Chen Jiajun's instructions.

A moment later, the door opened, and the man inside was about to reach for the lunchbox when a gun was pointed at his head, and he was pushed into the room.

The waiter quickly said to Chen Jiajun, "Sir, may I leave now?"

This guy was afraid that Chen Jiajun would laugh and say "I don't eat beef" to him again, so he spoke very cautiously.

Chen Jiajun glanced at the man in front of him, then said to the waiter, "Alright, you can get lost!"

After the waiter left, Chen Jiajun said to the man in front of him, "You know how to enjoy yourself, Baron William."

William stammered to Chen Jiajun, "Who? Who did you say? Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

"Mistaken identity?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Baron William, you sent mercenaries to infiltrate Brunei and deliberately cause trouble when the Malaysian prince was visiting. You didn't think Brunei was incapable of doing anything, did you?"

William became even more nervous.

Ever since he learned that the people of Brunei had followed the mercenary captain's lead to London, he had been living in constant fear.

He not only immediately dismissed his men, but also abandoned everything and hid in this small apartment.

After all... he was genuinely afraid of dying.

All of this was simply because he had mistakenly boarded a pirate ship.

Chen Jiajun sat down next to William and said, "Don't be nervous, we have plenty of time to talk."

"No, no, no, I can't say anything, I'll die!" William hurriedly waved his hands, pleading with Chen Jiajun, "I really can't say anything, they'll kill me!"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Don't worry, I know you're worried about the chip in your head! I already have a solution."

"Huh?" William was stunned after hearing that.

Chen Jiajun took out his phone and played a video for William: "Look, I've done experiments on your fat man, and he's fine, nothing happened to him! Now, can you obediently tell me what you know?"

"My patience is limited. I'm sure you don't want to end up like your men, having your legs broken and being thrown into the bathroom to be waterboarded by my men, do you? To be honest, you look much weaker than your men!"

William looked at the video in surprise, then said to Chen Jiajun, "Are you sure everything's alright? You promise?"

"I promise..." Chen Jiajun was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

Because he saw bursts of red light emanating from the wound on William's neck.

Chen Jiajun was immediately shocked and kicked William away.

But in mid-air, the chip behind William's neck exploded, turning William's head into a cloud of blood mist.

"Damn it, what happened?" Chen Jiajun looked at the blood and gore on the ground with disgust and said in a fit of anger.

The intelligence officer looked at Chen Jiajun with an innocent expression and showed him the jammer made by Orn.

The jammer was indeed on, but it did not prevent the chip from self-destructing.

Chen Jiajun immediately contacted Aoun to inquire why this had happened.

Orn paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Boss, there's only one possibility: the chip in this guy's neck is much more advanced, and it might even have something to detect the detonation, so the jammer is completely useless."

Chen Jiajun was speechless: "Then what do we do?"

"I need some time to review this again," Orn said helplessly.

No one is to blame but the other party for being too good at keeping things secret.

The problem now is that the clues have completely dried up again when they reached William.

This immediately made Chen Jiajun feel extremely angry.

Chen Jiajun instructed his men to tidy up the scene and then prepared to leave.

But just then, a figure flashed past the doorway.

Moreover, this figure was clearly coming for William.

Upon seeing Chen Jiajun and others inside the room, he immediately turned and left.

Chen Jiajun naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by, and immediately led the two of them out in pursuit.

Sure enough, they saw the person in the corridor and turned to run away.

"Run?" Chen Jiajun snorted coldly and immediately drew his gun, aiming it at the figure's legs.

With his physical abilities boosted several times over, coupled with Chen Jiajun's excellent marksmanship, there was simply no reason for him to miss at this distance.

"Bang bang bang." The trigger was pulled repeatedly, and the bullets hit the figure's thigh.

But at that moment, the figure suddenly stopped and opened an umbrella in his hand to shield himself.

Then Chen Jiajun saw that the bullet he fired from his gun was deflected by the other person's umbrella.

"Damn it, chase after them!"

Chen Jiajun found himself encountering all sorts of strange things every day.

Seeing that Chen Jiajun and his group were in hot pursuit, the figure simply changed its route.

He rushed straight towards the window at the end of the corridor.

Then he crashed through the window and jumped out.

You know, this is the eleventh floor!
When Chen Jiajun and the others caught up, they discovered that the guy had once again used that strange umbrella as a parachute, greatly slowing down his speed as he floated down from the building.

A regular umbrella certainly wouldn't have this effect; if someone were really stupid enough to do that, they'd be smashed to pieces.

It's obvious that the umbrella this guy is holding is no ordinary item. (End of Chapter)