Chapter 312: 313. Chapter 313: Taking in the Painter

313. Chapter 313: Taking in the Painter

"You are Kunsha?" Chen Jiajun laughed and mocked, "Meeting you is truly not as impressive as hearing your reputation."

Kunsha ignored Chen Jiajun's sarcasm and said coldly, "You have repeatedly sabotaged my business, killed my adjutant, and mailed his head to me. Now, you actually dare to hold my people hostage and come to my lair. Should I call you bold and skilled, or ignorant and arrogant?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Call it bold and skilled, or ignorant and arrogant, as you please. I am here now; isn't it time for us to settle our grudges?"

Kunsha took a step forward, his murderous intent fully revealed: "What makes you think you can settle grudges with me now? Are you here to throw your life away? Look around. This place is full of my men. As long as I give the order, you and your few subordinates will be riddled with holes."

The reason Kunsha had not made a move yet was to guard against any contingency plans Chen Jiajun might have.

After all, they had dealt with each other more than once, and he knew this young overlord was not the type to seek his own death.

Since he dared to come to his lair, he must have come prepared.

It was just that Kunsha did not know Chen Jiajun's ace was standing right beside him.

Just as Kunsha was probing Chen Jiajun, a man in a white suit walked over.

"Oh, General, you have other guests," the man said with a smile.

Kunsha had not expected this guy to come over as well, and said indifferently, "Don't be impatient. Once I finish off this guy in front of me, I will discuss the follow-up business with you. You can go back and rest for a while first."

"But I don't want to discuss this business with you," the man in the suit said with a chuckle, his eyes suddenly turning sharp: "Seven years ago, you had the Russians kill my father in the Netherlands. If the old man were still alive, he would never agree to me doing business with a bastard like you."

"You..." Kunsha had not expected that his actions back then, which he had carried out so covertly, would still be discovered by this nephew of his: "Are you here to settle scores with me?"

"What do you think?" the man in the suit sneered.

"What makes you think you can settle scores with me?" Kunsha said coldly.

Watching the man in the suit confront Kunsha again, Chen Jiajun could not help but clap his hands, laughing so hard he could not straighten his back.

Kunsha said quite angrily, "Chen Jiajun, what the hell are you laughing at?"

Chen Jiajun finally stopped his laughter and said, "I'm laughing at you; you really have a lot of enemies."

Kunsha snorted and said, "It doesn't matter; in a moment, this kid will die with you."

"Really? I don't believe it," Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "You might as well take a look at the one beside you."

Kunsha was stunned for a moment, then saw the man open his jacket, revealing circles of bombs strapped inside.

Seeing this, Kunsha's pupils constricted, and he shouted at the man, "Painter, you are an expert at forgery; I don't believe you would carry real bombs."

"Don't believe it? Then why don't you try?" As he spoke, the Painter took out the Detonator, tossed it over, and then spoke to Kunsha.

Kunsha looked at the Detonator in his hand, hesitating for a long time, not daring to act.

The Painter sneered and said, "You don't dare. Then I'll help you."

With that, the Painter snatched the Detonator back from Kunsha's hand and directly released the button.

"Boom."

Then, a violent explosion suddenly rang out, the sound deafening.

However, the place that exploded was not the bombs on the Painter, but several vehicles parked in Kunsha's camp.

A massive shockwave swept out, blowing Kunsha's men into a chaotic retreat.

Then, several RPG rounds flew in from the dense forest in the distance, bombing the camp once more.

"Tsk tsk, the method is exactly the same as Guan Caiba's," Chen Jiajun said, curling his lip as he watched the scene, "To be honest, it really lacks creativity."

After finishing, he very casually took out a Cigar and had Bai Lu light it for him.

With a grim expression, Kunsha gathered his trusted aides to hunt down the Painter, while another group rushed toward Chen Jiajun.

Meanwhile, protected by a few loyal subordinates, he planned to retreat quickly.

Chen Jiajun said to Bai Lu beside him, "Take care of it, don't let him get away."

Bai Lu nodded and directly raised her palm toward the few trusted aides beside Kunsha.

Before Kunsha had even run two steps, he discovered that the subordinates supporting him as he fled were falling to the ground one by one.

Before he could react, the Painter arrived with his mercenary subordinates.

This forced Kunsha to continue fleeing.

The camp was now in total chaos; he had to organize his men, otherwise, there was a high chance he would be killed outright.

Kunsha picked up an AK from the ground and shot two panicked soldiers to death on the spot.

Then, with a booming voice, he roared, "Everyone calm down and follow orders to rally toward me."

Kunsha killed to establish his authority, then displayed the prestige he had cultivated in his troops over many years.

Unexpectedly, this actually turned the situation around; those soldiers, who had been like headless flies, seemed to have found their backbone and quickly rallied toward Kunsha.

Many even threw themselves forward to block the bullets fired by the Painter and his men for Kunsha.

"Damn it," the Painter cursed under his breath, dropped the gun in his hand, picked up an AK, and fired a burst directly.

But this clearly no longer posed a threat to Kunsha, as Kunsha was now surrounded by layers of protection.

Not only that, but more and more soldiers were rushing toward this direction.

The hearts of the Painter and his group sank.

If Kunsha managed to assemble his forces, they might just capsize this time.

Thinking of this, the Painter became extremely anxious.

Then, his gaze fell upon Chen Jiajun, who was standing by the helicopter, leisurely smoking a Cigar and watching the show.

Based on the previous conversation, it was not hard to see that this man in front of them also seemed to have a grudge against Kunsha.

Operating on the principle that the enemy of an enemy is a friend, the Painter shouted directly at Chen Jiajun, "Why are you still watching? If Kunsha assembles his troops, all of us will die here."

Hearing the Painter's shout, Chen Jiajun finally came back to his senses and said with a look of surprise, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else could it be? This bastard Kunsha is notoriously cruel; if we get caught by him, even dying will be difficult," the Painter said, somewhat exasperated.

After all, with bullets flying everywhere on the scene, this guy was smoking a Cigar and watching the show, which stirred up an inexplicable anger in him.

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "You seem to have misunderstood one thing; I am not on the same side as you."

"You!" The Painter was speechless for a moment, feeling as though he had encountered a madman.

At this time, Kunsha had already assembled his troops and sat inside an Armored Vehicle with an ugly expression on his face.

An angry voice came through a loudspeaker: "You bastards, how dare you run wild on my turf. I'm going to peel your skin off, and then fill your skin with mercury."

As he spoke, the Heavy Machine Gun on the Armored Vehicle unleashed a wave of suppressive fire toward the direction where the Painter and his men were hiding.

The power of the large-caliber Heavy Machine Gun was astonishing, directly shattering the low wall where the Painter and the others were hiding.

The few of them could only crawl on the ground in a sorry state, their faces ashen.

Kunsha had not only assembled his troops, but he had also hidden himself inside the Armored Vehicle, which was practically an invincible position.

With the meager firepower in their hands, there was simply nothing they could do about Kunsha.

"Are we really going to die like this?" This thought flashed through the Painter's mind.

But just at this moment, Lao Yu made his move.

Chen Jiajun looked at the panicked expression on Kunsha's face as he hid inside the Armored Vehicle, and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, saying: "Hiding inside a hunk of iron is not a very good idea."

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun snapped his fingers, and Lao Yu, who was beside him, nodded; a blade appeared in his hand, though it was unclear when he had retrieved it.

With a horizontal slash, a fierce Blade Qi cut the entire Armored Vehicle directly in half horizontally.

The vehicle was already in two pieces, let alone the person inside.

The few mercenaries the Painter had brought were his subordinates who followed him in making counterfeit money; they had never witnessed such a cruel scene before, and on the spot, unable to hold it back, they bent over and began to vomit.

It looked as if they were about to vomit out their own internal organs.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Alright, the matter here is settled, let's go."

Chen Jiajun coming to the Golden Triangle in person to kill this bastard Kunsha was already giving him plenty of face.

Now that the person was dead, the matter had come to an end.

"By the way, Boss, what about those guys?" Bai Lu turned his head to look in the direction of the Painter and the others and asked.

Chen Jiajun glanced at these guys indifferently and said: "No survivors. Kill everyone except for the one in the white suit."

"Yes." As he spoke, Bai Lu took a few Beast Clan brothers and walked straight over.

Seeing a few people walking toward them, the Painter immediately felt that something was wrong.

He immediately said to his subordinates: "Run!"

Unfortunately, before they could run more than a few steps, they heard gunshots ringing out from afar.

Then the Painter saw his subordinates falling to the ground one by one.

"What are you trying to do?" Although these people had followed the Painter for a long time, the Painter didn't actually care about their lives; instead, he looked at Bai Lu and the others with a face full of terror.

Bai Lu shrugged and said: "Can't you tell? Silencing witnesses."

The true strength of his subordinates could not be easily exposed; otherwise, it would easily cause panic.

Chen Jiajun and his group were not yet prepared to face certain state apparatuses head-on.

However, Chen Jiajun felt that this Painter could be kept.

The Painter looked at Bai Lu with a face full of terror and said: "Wait, let's talk this over. I can..."

But before he could finish, Bai Lu grabbed the Painter and reached out to press his hand on the Painter's forehead.

Then the Painter's whole body began to twitch and tremble continuously, as if he were enduring immense torture.

However, unlike those guys with weak wills, the Painter was someone who could endure for such a long time, accumulating enough strength before coming to seek revenge on Kunsha; he was clearly the type of person with an extremely resilient spirit.

Gradually, the Painter stopped struggling, and his eyes became clear again.

Afterward, the Painter walked in front of Chen Jiajun and said respectfully: "Boss."

"Not bad. Let's go. Back to Hong Kong." Chen Jiajun nodded and led everyone away from Kunsha's base.

A few days later, the news that Kunsha had been wiped out in his own camp spread like wildfire throughout the underground world of Southeast Asia.

Who was Kunsha? A great warlord whom Thailand, Myanmar, and Cambodia could do nothing about.

He had actually been killed right in his own camp, while under the protection of his own guards.

Such an event had indeed attracted the attention of many people.

One must know that there was more than one faction that wanted to kill this guy Kunsha; now that someone had actually managed to do it, it gave people a feeling of unreality.

However, shortly after, the doubts of many were extinguished by an official report from Thailand.

Because the Thai official statement had already confirmed the news and even disclosed the cause of Kunsha's death.

Such an event caused those in the underground world to begin discussing it heatedly.

Everyone was guessing who exactly had taken down this warlord and major drug lord, Kunsha.

After all, even the official authorities of several countries were still investigating news regarding this.

But in the eyes of some people, things were a bit different.

For example, the Hong Kong Police.

In the West Kowloon Police Station, inside the office of Superintendent Zhou Huabiao.

Upon hearing Chen Jiaju's report, Zhou Huabiao sprayed the tea in his mouth out on the spot.

Chen Jiaju looked at Zhou Huabiao with an innocent expression and said: "Biao Shu, even if you want to show surprise, you don't have to spray it on my face. Isn't that disgusting?"

"Sorry, sorry." Zhou Huabiao apologized with very little sincerity, then said to Chen Jiaju: "Did Dalao Jun really do this?"

Chen Jiaju said indifferently: "How could that be fake? Even Guan Caiba and A Bao were dealt with by Dalao Jun's subordinates; otherwise, we might not have been able to catch those two guys so easily. At the time, that Section Chief Yang from the Mainland was also at the scene, and she heard with her own ears that Chen Jiajun said he was going to go find trouble with Kunsha."

"Hiss." Upon hearing this news, Zhou Huabiao couldn't help but gasp: "So Dalao Jun has already become this terrifying?"

Chen Jiaju waved his hand and said: "You don't need to worry either. Didn't Dalao Jun wash his hands of the underworld long ago? And I remember he never seems to have caused any trouble in Hong Kong, right?"

"What do you know?" Zhou Huabiao said irritably: "You must never spread this matter around. If Dalao Jun finds out, you'll be dead for sure."

Chen Jiaju spread his hands and said: "Do you think I'm the type of person who seeks death?"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yang Jianhua was also speaking with her superior.

"Section Chief Yang, did you gain anything from this Hong Kong operation?" an elderly person who looked to be smiling asked Yang Jianhua.

Yang Jianhua hesitated for a moment, but still said to her superior: "Although there were some twists and turns in this operation, it was completed very smoothly thanks to the help of our compatriots in Hong Kong."

"Guan Caiba has already been handed over to the International Criminal Police Organization, and as for Chen Wenbin (A Bao), he has been successfully brought back and is prepared to face the judgment of the people. It's just that this operation..."

The old man said indifferently: "How so? Is there a problem with the operation?"

"No, it's about that Mr. Chen from Hong Kong." Yang Jianhua gritted her teeth and said Chen Jiajun's name.

A flash of light flickered in the old man's eyes: "Oh? What is the problem with Chen Jiajun?"

Yang Jianhua could only bite the bullet and continue: "I discovered that this Mr. Chen Jiajun possesses extremely strong power overseas, and even has his own private armed forces. This..."

Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly laughed: "I thought you were going to talk about some kind of problem."

The old man's attitude seemed indifferent, and he even appeared to be happy to see it happen.

"Ah? You already knew?" Yang Jianhua said in surprise.

The old man said indifferently: "Of course I know. His mercenary group has long been world-renowned, and has even expanded its business to over twenty countries; there is nothing strange about this."

"As for in Hong Kong, Mr. Chen has always been just an honest and reliable businessman, so you don't need to make a fuss. In fact... *cough cough*, forget it, your rank is not high enough for some matters, so it is not easy for me to tell you."

"So you just need to remember one thing: this Mr. Chen Jiajun has always been our compatriot and is a person worthy of trust."

Seeing that her superior said so, Yang Jianhua could only set her mind at ease.

After all, the strength Chen Jiajun displayed overseas had truly given her no small amount of pressure.

If her superior already knew and was still willing to trust Chen Jiajun, then this matter was not for her to worry about.

And Chen Jiajun, who caused this disturbance, had already returned to his company to work.

It was as if this matter had never happened.

Except for a few insiders, presumably no one would believe that a triad investor would dare to run to the Golden Triangle and wipe out a warlord and drug lord of Kunsha's level.

"Boss, you made such a big scene and didn't even take me." As soon as Ya Qi returned, he started complaining to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun rolled his eyes and said: "You are now the head of the Information Department; if you leave, who will help me monitor affairs in Hong Kong?"

"Then you should find someone to take over for me sooner. I've long since had enough of this errand," Ya Qi muttered.

"Rest assured," Chen Jiajun sighed and said: "I have already scouted a candidate. Do you remember that mysterious spy who suddenly appeared in Brunei? I am preparing to have him take your place."

"Oh?" Ya Qi said with a look of surprise: "That guy is actually not dead yet?"

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "Of course he's not dead. How is your investigation going?"

Ya Qi nodded, took out a file, and said: "I actually did investigate some things; this Silva really has some background."

"Tell me about it," Chen Jiajun said curiously.

"Silva was originally a member of MI6, and was the highest-ranking officer at the intelligence base of the Far East Hong Kong branch," Ya Qi said after glancing at the file: "He was even hailed as the guy most likely to succeed to the title of Kingsman."

"It's just that a few years ago, while he was abroad executing a mission, he suffered an accident. Afterwards, he vanished without a trace. By the time he reappeared two years ago, he had already established his own organization and was active in the underground world."

"This guy is willing to take any job for money, and he seems particularly interested in dealing with MI6. According to our intelligence, I think this guy has already had a falling out with MI6."

Listening to this intelligence, Chen Jiajun's eyes grew brighter and brighter: "I didn't expect this guy to have such skills; that is truly great."

Seeing Chen Jiajun's expression, Ya Qi subconsciously took two steps back: "Boss, that look of yours..." (End of chapter)