Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Silva smiled and said, "It seems you've figured it out, boss?"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "I do have an idea, but I need to think about it carefully."

Silva waved his hand and said, "There's no rush. The Ether Council isn't so easy to deal with either."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Let's talk about it later! First, tell me what the situation is like in Vancouver?"

Silva nodded: "We suspect that this is the guy who made the deal with Ether, Andrew Garcia, the mayor of Vancouver, a very powerful guy."

"This guy controls a dark web to facilitate some private shady deals for him, either to make a profit or to help him eliminate some political enemies."

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "So, this guy is contacting the Ether Society through the dark web?"

Silva smiled and said, "Is that what you mean? Our people are investigating this dark web and have made some progress, but it will take some time to dig it out."

"After all, as you know, it takes time to gain the trust of your opponents by placing people in their ranks."

“Great!” Chen Jiajun nodded and said, “We’ve rested enough here anyway, so why don’t we head straight to Vancouver and meet this so-called Mayor Andrew?”

"As you wish!" Silva immediately went to make the arrangements.

……

A few days later, Chen Jiajun went to Vancouver, Canada, under the pretext of investigating the market.

Vancouver is a major port city in Canada, and it is a very special city.

Because the Chinese population makes up about 20 percent of the total population of Vancouver.

The reason why there are so many Chinese people is a rather complicated matter.

It can even be traced back to the Qing Dynasty. Most of them were refugees, people seeking to make money, and some were laborers who had been trafficked.

After arriving here, Chen Jiajun went to Chenren Street as soon as possible.

The things in North America were driving him crazy, and the first thing he did after getting off the plane was to satisfy his cravings.

Upon arriving at a Cantonese restaurant on Chenren Street, a waiter immediately approached and asked, "Sir, are you here for a meal?"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand impatiently and said, "Bring over a few of your best dishes, and remember not to try to fool me with the junk food meant for foreigners!"

Seeing Chen Jiajun's imposing manner, with bodyguards following behind him, one could tell that this man with the same face as him was no ordinary person.

The waiter quickly agreed and went into the kitchen.

Soon, several classic Cantonese dishes were served, proving that the chefs here are quite skilled, as the dishes were delicious and visually appealing.

Chen Jiajun then began to eat heartily without any hesitation.

The restaurant was used to this kind of situation.

Every year, there are Chinese business owners who miss the food from their hometown and want to come over for a meal.

After Chen Jiajun finished his meal, he threw a wad of cash at the waiter as a tip, and then led his men directly to the intelligence agency.

Fortunately, being Chinese is not an out-of-place situation in Vancouver, so the intelligence department's work here has been relatively smooth.

Chen Jiajun quickly found a printing factory by following the address. This should be the largest intelligence base in all of Vancouver.

The factory workers were all at work, while Chen Jiajun was invited into the factory owner's office, where the owner opened a secret door leading to the underground.

"Boss, this is our intelligence base," the factory owner proudly introduced to Chen Jiajun.

The factory's underground area has been transformed into a huge workshop, which houses various types of equipment.

Several intelligence agents were busy at work, and it looked quite professional.

Chen Jiajun nodded, then said to the factory owner, "I heard that some of your people have infiltrated this so-called dark web. How is the situation now?"

When Chen Jiajun asked, the factory owner looked like a wilted eggplant.

Chen Jiajun couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "What's wrong? Not going well?"

"It's not that things aren't going well; my people have already received quite a few orders on this website." The factory owner led Chen Jiajun to a computer, then inserted a USB drive and quickly typed in a website address.

Then a webpage called "Wet Bear" opened.

The website's interface is very simple, with only a prominent "Find a Job" button and simple options such as receiving payments, saving, complaining, and logging in.

After logging in, the factory owner opened the job search page and was surprised to see several bounties posted on it.

These bounties are rather strange; in addition to kidnapping and intimidation, there are even orders for assassination.

It's like... a simple high table.

However, the high-platform website is much more straightforward than this one; they only accept bounties for murder.

This website is a complete mess; it contains everything that is illegal.

Moreover, these prices are not low, making it seem like a very profitable business.

The factory owner said helplessly, "My people have taken on a few orders through this site and even made a lot of money, but I don't know if the owner of this website has no way to get promoted, so we haven't been able to get any more useful information."

Upon hearing the factory owner's words, Chen Jiajun immediately frowned: "So, you mean we haven't made any progress yet?"

The factory owner looked a little embarrassed, but he still nodded.

After all, although they had reported to Silva that they had made some progress and should soon see some results, they did not expect that the progress would be stuck here.

"This is troublesome!" Chen Jiajun said softly, "Wouldn't this leave us being led by the nose?"

“That’s what I was thinking too,” the factory owner nodded. “So we did some other things, like… those guys who have connections to the dark web.”

Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up immediately: "Oh? You found a few?"

"We can only identify a few people for now, and we haven't had time to contact them yet," the factory owner said. "Moreover, since these people are active on the dark web, they are definitely not ordinary people. We are afraid of alerting them, so we haven't finalized our targets yet."

Chen Jiajun immediately said to the factory owner, "Pull out the information on these people so I can take a look."

The factory owner nodded and then brought over the documents for the several people.

Chen Jiajun glanced at them; the first two were perfectly normal white men, and he didn't see anything special about them.

Moreover, according to the factory owner, they only take on small, shady jobs, and their skills are simply subpar.

I entered this industry by accident and have been working on this website ever since.

However, the identity of the last person piqued Chen Jiajun's curiosity.

“This guy’s name is Wang Yunhe, he’s 49 years old. He used to run a Chinese restaurant, but recently his mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and sent to a nursing home. After that, he started taking orders on the dark web, doing things like tracking or finding people,” the factory owner told Chen Jiajun. “This guy is very capable, I suspect his background is not simple.”

"Hehe, it's Old Wang next door!" Chen Jiajun glanced at the man's file and immediately laughed: "Have someone follow him, but be careful not to let him find out."

The factory owner smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, boss, I'll have the Night Elf intelligence agents track us."

……

The weather was gloomy, as if it were about to rain at any moment.

This kind of bad weather is nothing new in Vancouver.

Old Wang had been in this godforsaken place for many years and hadn't taken it to heart.

I lit a cigarette for myself and went straight out the door.

Just as I stepped outside, a sudden downpour caught me off guard.

Annoyed, Old Wang could only pull up his hood and hurry toward the station.

Fortunately, the station wasn't far from his home; it was just a few steps away.

However, when he got on the bus, he encountered an elderly couple who dawdled, which annoyed him.

However, out of respect for the elderly and care for the young, he still made way for the elderly couple to get into the car first.

The rain got heavier and heavier, soaking his hoodie quite a bit before he got into the car.

After getting on the bus, Lao Wang habitually glanced around at the passengers. Besides the elderly couple, there were several other people, some reading books and others playing on their phones, none of them looking up.

Old Wang habitually reached for another cigarette, only to find his pocket damp.

His pack of cigarettes was already soaked, which made him even more irritable.

After the bus arrived at the station, he wanted to go to the nearby convenience store to see if they sold cigarettes. But as soon as he entered the convenience store, he bumped into a man.

This already short-tempered Old Wang exploded on the spot, and he started cursing at the man: "Are you blind? Can't you see where you're going?"

The man who was being scolded didn't talk back; he just watched him quietly.

That look in his eyes was somewhat unsettling.

Old Wang paused for a moment, then immediately changed his tune and apologized: "Sorry, brother, I had some annoying things happen today, I didn't mean to!"

"It's okay!" The blond, blue-eyed white man forced a stiff smile before crouching down to pick up the things.

Old Wang felt a little embarrassed and started helping to pick up the fallen items.

The man bought a bunch of strange things, including light bulbs, tape, and drain cleaner.

However, this is not surprising in Canada, because labor costs here are extremely high, frighteningly so.

Men in Canada generally have some repair skills, so it's not surprising that they buy these kinds of things.

Old Wang was a little concerned, though, because the blond man's eyes were really creepy.

After picking up his things, the man left the convenience store.

Old Wang glanced at the other person's back, then looked away and prepared to buy cigarettes.

What annoyed him was that the convenience store didn't sell his usual cigarette, Hua Zi, which made him even more unhappy.

He randomly picked a pack of cigarettes, paid, and left.

To his surprise, it started raining again, and the bus was delayed.

This made Lao Wang feel that everything was going wrong today.

By the time the last bus took him to his destination, it was already dark.

Old Wang glanced at the address on his phone, tiptoed into the yard, and knocked on the door.

After finding no one was around, he took out his tools and used them to pry open the lock and push the door open.

The way he's so skilled suggests this isn't the first time he's done something like this.

After entering the room, Lao Wang found that the lights were all on.

There was even an unfinished dinner on the table.

This immediately made him want to back out!

It's important to know that although Canada doesn't have as lax gun control as the United States, most people still own a gun at home.

If this gets discovered, I'll be in deep trouble.

Just as Old Wang was about to quietly slip away, a sharp shriek suddenly rang out.

Old Wang froze, staring in disbelief at the kitchen.

He thought to himself that he was definitely doomed today, and might even end up in jail.

But after waiting for a long time, apart from the whistling sound of the kettle coming from the kitchen, Old Wang did not hear any footsteps.

"Could he really not be home?" Old Wang pondered for a moment, then headed straight for the kitchen.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Old Wang felt something was amiss.

There was even food on the table and water boiling on the stove. Where was the homeowner?
After glancing around, Old Wang spotted a first-floor bedroom with the light on and tiptoed over.

I gently pushed the door open and was immediately shocked by the scene before me.

Inside the room, a man and a woman were naked and tied together, their bodies covered in signs of abuse.

The woman's hands were tied behind her back, and her face and legs were covered in shards of glass.

The man tied next to her wasn't much better off; a broken light bulb had pierced his stomach.

Moreover, the murderer seemed to enjoy the torture.

The man's eyes were gouged out, and his mouth was filled with a whole bucket of drain cleaner.

To prevent the man from spitting out the drain cleaner, they even taped his mouth shut.

By now, the drain cleaner has probably already completely corroded the man's internal organs.

Old Wang also discovered that men clearly suffered more torment.

Not only were his fingernails pried open, but sharp steel needles were also inserted into them.

Old Wang couldn't understand what kind of deep-seated hatred could drive someone to torment another person like this.

Just as Old Wang was in shock, the kettle on the stove let out another sharp whistle, which instantly woke him up. He immediately ran to the kitchen, turned off the stove, and removed the kettle.

But at that moment, Old Wang suddenly remembered something.

Light bulbs, tape, drain cleaner! He had actually seen all of these things today.

It was the terrifying-looking man he bumped into when he went to the convenience store to buy cigarettes.

Realizing he might be involved in a murder case, Old Wang picked up a rag without saying a word and began cleaning up any traces of his presence.

He wiped away all the footprints in the house, the fingerprints on the doorknob, and everything he had touched.

After confirming that there were no problems, Old Wang hurriedly left.

……

Old Wang didn't notice that after he left, a figure emerged from the shadows.

This man was the intelligence agent that Chen Jiajun had sent to follow Lao Wang.

After the intelligence officer walked around the room, he saw the scene and then took out his phone to dial a number.

The factory owner was the intelligence chief on the Canadian side, named Du Cheng.

Upon hearing the report from his subordinates, his expression immediately turned serious.

Following Old Wang, they naturally investigated him thoroughly.

He even knows exactly what kind of missions he takes on on the dark web.

This incident has clearly dragged Lao Wang into an extremely dangerous situation.

After pondering for a moment, Du Cheng said to his subordinates, "Can you find out exactly why that couple was tortured and murdered?"

Based on the detailed information provided by Du Cheng, his subordinates immediately began searching on the computer.

A moment later, their expressions changed, and they said to Du Cheng, "Boss, you'd better take a look at this."

Du Cheng walked up to the computer and saw an interface.

This is another dark web URL, which is used to upload bloody and violent videos as a gimmick to attract psychopaths to watch.

These kinds of websites even have specially customized content.

In other words, the employer pays these bastards to randomly torture and kill certain designated people.

Based on the key information provided by Du Cheng, the intelligence personnel actually found a video on this website.

The video shows a couple being brutally murdered.

Clearly, this video is someone's "customized content".

Although Du Cheng found the content on the website utterly disgusting, at least he had a lead: "Can we find the guy who posted the video?"

"It might take a while!" the subordinate nodded and said, "The enemy's defense level is not low."

“Then let’s do it. I’ll report to the boss!” Du Cheng said directly.

The subordinates immediately sprang into action, rapidly typing away on their computers to launch an attack on the dark web.

Once we breach their firewall, everything else will be much easier. (End of Chapter)