Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Seeing that the man was about to disappear from his sight, Chen Jiajun didn't care about the shock value of the incident and jumped off the building to chase after him.

Fortunately, there weren't many people around this apartment building.

Moreover, the place was quite remote, and apart from a homeless man rummaging through the trash who saw this scene, there was no one else around.

Chen Jiajun followed the man's retreating figure into a small alley, but after only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a dart crackling with electricity grazed past Chen Jiajun's eyes and embedded itself in the wall.

"How dare you!" Chen Jiajun sneered, watching the man's retreating figure, and chased after him again.

The opponent's physical strength was far inferior to that of Chen Jiajun and his men, and they were quickly cornered by Chen Jiajun.

However, this person had no intention of surrendering. Instead, he turned around and charged towards Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun became alert when he saw the guy pull a metal lighter out of his pocket.

Although this guy in front of me is quite skilled, he's only considered skilled by ordinary standards.

To Chen Jiajun and his inhuman subordinates, they were simply no match for them.

However, the variety of props he carried was quite a headache.

For example, Chen Jiajun never expected that this little gadget in front of him could actually spew out a sea of ​​fire.

"Stop him!" Chen Jiajun roared, flames erupting from his clothes.

Using fire to fight fire, she charged directly into the sea of ​​flames and reached out to grab the man.

The man raised his hand to block Chen Jiajun's outstretched hand, and then kicked Chen Jiajun in the stomach.

Chen Jiajun had no intention of dodging; he went straight for the challenge.

But the next moment, a small knife suddenly popped out from the pointed end of the other person's leather shoe.

Moreover, the tip of the knife emitted a blue-green light, clearly indicating that it had been poisoned.

"You're really cunning!" If Chen Jiajun hadn't been well-equipped, he would have really fallen for it.

So Chen Jiajun stopped trying to reason with this guy, grabbed his shoulders like iron clamps, and headbutted him.

The man staggered from the impact, his face also filled with shock.

It was only then that Chen Jiajun could clearly see what the man looked like.

This guy looked to be in his forties or fifties, with brown hair styled in a slicked-back style.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses and a well-fitting suit, he certainly looked like an English gentleman.

However, this gentleman is in a bad situation, caught between Chen Jiajun and his men.

His glasses were broken, his hair was disheveled, and blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth; he was in dire straits.

However, his eyes were firm, and he showed no fear. Instead, he quietly took out another lighter.

This thing isn't the flamethrower from before; it's a high-explosive bomb disguised as a lighter.

Once he detonates it, there will be absolutely no survivors in the entire alley, including himself.

Clearly, he was prepared to fight to the death.

Just as the two sides were about to fight, a voice suddenly came from the alley entrance: "Wait a minute!"

Chen Jiajun turned his head and saw that it was Silva who had rushed over.

Silva, leaning on his cane, strode over and said to Chen Jiajun, "Boss, let's not make a move for now."

Chen Jiajun frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Silva laughed and said, "I know this guy!"

"You know him?" Chen Jiajun was somewhat surprised.

Silva said to the man, "It's been a long time, Reinhardt."

The man called Reinhardt was taken aback at first, then glanced at Silva and said, "You are... Silva? How is that possible?"

“What’s impossible!” Silva said with a smile. “I never expected that your organization could still be active in the English sphere of influence!”

Seeing the two of them reminiscing, Chen Jiajun was speechless and could only stand aside and watch the show.

Reinhardt looked at Silva warily and said, "Are you still working for MI6?"

"MI6? That's a thing of the past!" Silva said with a sneer. "I even killed Madam M. Do you think that's possible?"

"So you killed Mrs. M! No wonder!" Reinhardt nodded. "But what about you?"

Silva introduced Reinhardt, saying, "This is my boss, Mr. Chen Jiajun. I think there might be some misunderstanding between us!"

"Misunderstanding?" Reinhardt almost cursed. He had been relentlessly pursued and beaten by Chen Jiajun, and was almost ready to die together with Chen Jiajun. Now he was saying it was a misunderstanding?
Seeing Reinhardt's disheveled appearance, Silva immediately laughed: "Alright, let's find a quiet place to sit down and talk!"

Reinhardt paused for a moment, then nodded.

There was a beer hall nearby, and the group went in and found a secluded spot to sit down.

After sitting down, Reinhardt couldn't wait to ask, "What...what's your relationship with the people in the room?"

Chen Jiajun paused for a moment, then said, "You're also investigating that guy?"

"You too?" Reinhardt asked in surprise.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "We are investigating an organization that these guys previously tried to kidnap the heir of Malaysia."

Reinhardt was shocked: "They actually dared to lay a hand on someone like that?"

Chen Jiajun looked at Reinhardt curiously and said, "In exchange, can you tell me how you found this bastard named William?"

Reinhardt paused for a moment, then looked at Silva.

Silva said dismissively, "Don't try to hide anything from our boss. I know everything about your lousy organization."

Chen Jiajun looked at Silva curiously, but he knew now was not the time to talk about these things.

Reinhardt said with a grim expression, "You are not a descendant of nobility, so you are indeed not qualified. This is not something anyone can decide; it is the rule of the organization!"

"Alright, alright!" Silva said calmly, "I don't want to argue with you about these things. Let's talk about how we came together for the same goal!"

Reinhardt paused for a moment, then said, "It all started a few months ago. Our colleague Lancelot was investigating a mercenary group conducting biological weapons experiments when he inadvertently discovered that these mercenaries had kidnapped a hostage. As part of our duty, Lancelot launched a solo rescue operation, but the rescue failed."

“Our investigation revealed that the hostage’s name is James Arnold, and Professor Arnold is a university lecturer specializing in climate research.”

"Then, when another of our colleagues, Galahad, went to investigate Professor Arnold and was about to extract clues from him, then... the professor's head exploded."

"Galahad himself was also affected by this incident, suffering serious injuries and hospitalized, and remains in a coma to this day. I came to investigate after learning about it."

"Through Professor Arnold's lead, I found this Baron William, and then... I met you all. That's all I know for now!"

After hearing Reinhardt's words, Chen Jiajun laughed helplessly: "That's troublesome. As you can see, Baron William's head will explode too. We were just about to ask him some questions when his head just exploded." Chen Jiajun didn't spout any doomsday rhetoric to Reinhardt, but he increasingly felt that this matter was not simple.

Reinhardt was frustrated; the trail had clearly gone cold here.

He could only stand up and say, "Alright, since we've come up empty-handed, I'll take my leave now."

Silva said nonchalantly, "Rushing back to report to that old Arthur? He won't care about anything."

“He’s just a bit old-fashioned, Silva!” Reinhardt said helplessly, then got up and left.

After the guy left, Chen Jiajun asked curiously, "You seem to be very familiar with this organization?"

Silva nodded and said with a smile, "I was on their radar before I joined MI6."

Chen Jiajun continued, "What kind of organization are these people? I feel like there's something strange about them. Several of their nicknames seem to be related to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?"

Silva began to explain: "Their organization dates back to 1849. It was a tailor shop that made clothes for the most powerful people in the world."

"By 1919, many of them had lost their children in World War I, leaving a great deal of wealth without an heir. Many powerful people wanted to stand up to maintain peace and save lives."

"They quickly realized that they could use their wealth and influence to benefit the world, so they established the organization we have today, an independent, international intelligence agency that operates in the highest secrecy and is free from political and bureaucratic constraints."

"These guys see cooperating with the government as shameless, and call themselves top agents."

"But that's all nonsense!" Silva said with a sneer. "It sounds nice, but these people value bloodlines extremely. If you're not a descendant of nobility, no matter how outstanding you are, you won't be accepted! Just like I was back then!"

Chen Jiajun immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha, remnants of the British Empire! I didn't expect there to be such an interesting organization. Didn't MI6 know about it?"

“Of course I know!” Silva said calmly, “It’s just that they don’t want to get involved. After all, this top agent does have connections and influence. And his influence is not small, even enough to shake the British government, so they’ve tacitly approved of it. Besides… they are still somewhat useful.”

"There was Galahad, the same Galahad that Reinhardt mentioned before, who organized an assassination attempt against Margaret Thatcher. Strictly speaking, we had a fairly good relationship."

Chen Jiajun was immediately surprised: "Wow, this is something I didn't expect. But what's with their titles?"

"What else could it be?" Silva said dismissively. "It's just their 'tradition'!"

With a disdainful expression, Silva said to Chen Jiajun, "There are twelve elite agents in total, and each one is assigned a codename based on the name of a Knight of the Round Table."

"What about Reinhardt from earlier?" Chen Jiajun asked curiously. "As far as I know, Reinhardt isn't a code name, is it?"

Silva said with a smile, "Reinhardt is his name, and his code name is Gawain."

"That most gentlemanly knight?" Chen Jiajun thought for a moment, then laughed at Reinhardt's "I'd rather die than let my hair be disheveled" attitude.

"Courtesy my foot, this guy is one of the most unorthodox types," Silva said dismissively. "And he's also a staunch supporter of this bloodline theory of idiocy."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "So, the head of this organization is Arthur?"

“That’s right!” Silva said, his face showing undisguised disgust. “He’s just an old bastard who’s only slightly better than Mrs. M!”

"Boss, to be honest, if we really want to continue investigating the guy behind this, I think following Kingsman would be a good choice?"

Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up immediately: "You mean, hitch a ride?"

Silva nodded: "With one top agent dead and another seriously injured, they certainly won't let this go. They'll relentlessly pursue the mastermind behind it all. If there's still time, I think we can wait a bit longer. After all, in England, relying on these people is much faster than doing it ourselves."

Although Silva could infiltrate MI6's intelligence system at any time, he also established many intelligence outposts in England.

However, MI6 was not responsible for matters within England; domestic affairs were handled by MI5.

That is, the British National Security Agency.

Therefore, many things are not very convenient.

But it's clear that a top agent got involved, which makes things much easier.

Chen Jiajun thought about it and realized that it made sense, so he nodded and said, "Since you think it's okay, then let's do it your way."

……

Meanwhile, at a plantation in America.

The owner of the manor is about to meet two distinguished guests, so the staff inside are busy preparing.

A series of crisp knocking sounds rang out, making the surrounding servants extremely nervous.

A woman dressed as a maid walked towards the direction from which the sound came.

Although it doesn't look particularly special, her legs have been modified into two prosthetic limbs equipped with sharp blades.

The woman was the head maid of the manor and also a confidante of the manor owner.

Once inside the manor, the maid addressed a man wearing a hip-hop hat and gold chains, who looked more like a rapper than a billionaire, saying, "Sir, they have arrived."

That's right, this hip-hop black man is one of the world's richest men, Mansley Valentine.

Today, he is to meet with the Prime Minister of Sweden and the royal princess.

He spent a considerable amount of money to invite the two of them to his manor.

A moment later, the Prime Minister and the Princess entered the banquet hall.

He showed the same expression he would have when meeting Valentine for the first time.

But Valentine didn't care at all, and sat down with a smile to greet the two of them.

After chatting for a while, Valentine got down to business and started selling his crazy evolution.

After hearing this, both the Prime Minister and the Princess were somewhat bewildered.

Valentine smiled and said, "Thank you both for listening. I am truly grateful that you have come from so far away. Your Highness the Crown Princess, and you, Prime Minister."

First, it was obvious that he had been in cahoots with Valentine for a long time, as he immediately praised, "Your idea is brilliant! Seriously, fantastic!"

However, the Swedish Crown Princess immediately turned hostile, as anyone would react this way upon first hearing of Valentine's outrageous plan.

“You’re a complete madman!” the Swedish princess said bluntly to Valentine.

Valentine's face immediately darkened; after all, this was the first time he had ever met someone so disrespectful.

The princess ignored him and instead addressed the prime minister in Swedish: "Are you out of your mind? Why have you invited me to this madman's house to listen to his ravings?"

The princess stood up and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, the head maid and Valentine came over and forced the princess into her seat.

Valentine said to the princess, “I’m sorry, Your Highness! You are an indispensable part of purifying Scandinavia. You are highly respected, inspiring, and have a strong appeal to the people, so regardless of your cooperation, I have no choice but to insist on placing you in a safe place.”

After speaking, Valentine said to the Prime Minister, "And you, sir, would you like to participate?"

"As a politician, I feel that things have come to this point, and it's time to do something meaningful," the Prime Minister said with a smile.

“Well said!” Valentine nodded in satisfaction, then said to the head maid, “Take Her Highness away!”

The princess yelled at the prime minister, "You bastard, you'll pay for this!" (End of Chapter)