Chapter 321: 322. The Fall of a Legend

322. Chapter 322: The Fall of a Legend

Silva said with great enthusiasm, "Hello, welcome here, Mr. Bond."

Bond looked at Silva without speaking; this man before him gave him a familiar feeling.

Silva told Bond a fable, roughly about throwing rats on a small island into a place with scarce food, letting these rats fight each other.

Even after there was finally enough food, the surviving rats would still bite each other, because the long-term fighting had already changed their habits.

Then Silva said to Bond, "The last two survivors, that is what Madam M made of us."

When Silva said this, his eyes flashed with monstrous hatred.

But Bond said with a calm face, "That was my own choice."

"You only think so; she is best at this," Silva retorted with a smile.

Bond's mind began to think rapidly: "You are from the Hong Kong intelligence station, right?"

Silva did not deny it: "That's right, between the 70s and 80s, back then I was Madam M's favorite. I can say, you and I were not comparable back then. Look at you now, barely holding on with drugs and alcohol, oh right, and this title."

Before Silva could finish, Bond humorously added: "Don't forget my poor patriotism."

"Haha." Silva shook his head and said: "You are still so loyal to that old woman. Yet she has been lying to you all along."

"Why do you say that?" Bond asked coldly.

Silva said calmly: "After you returned, your various evaluations were all unqualified; medical evaluations, physical functions, and psychological evaluations were all tampered with. Right, you also have a tendency to abuse alcohol and drugs, don't you?"

"She knew you were unqualified, yet still sent you to die. Mommy is truly wicked," Silva said flippantly to Bond: "We are like those two surviving rats, either eat the other, or go eat someone else."

Just as Bond was about to say something, he suddenly heard two screams from outside.

This immediately caused Silva's expression to change, and he hurriedly looked at the row of computers behind him.

Who knew that the next moment, the surveillance equipment installed on the island would shut down directly and turn pitch black.

"Damn it, you brought others onto my island?" Silva looked at Bond with an angry face.

Although Bond was also confused right now, he quickly steadied his mind, looked at Silva with a half-smile and said: "Who knows?"

Hearing the screams and gunshots, Silva's subordinates quickly gathered in his direction.

This could be called Silva's base camp; many professional spy devices were placed in this empty factory building, and his subordinates immediately set up a defensive line inside.

Silva asked his subordinates with a gloomy face who the opponents were, how many there were, and what equipment they were equipped with.

But these combatants had just suffered a wave of surprise attacks, so how could they distinguish that.

The slaughter outside the factory building continued, then the gunshots and screams both disappeared.

The entire factory building fell into a strange silence.

Almost even each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

Fortunately, this strange silence did not last long before a series of thumping sounds came from the factory's main gate.

Then the thick iron door was violently opened from the outside by someone, and several people walked in against the light.

And at this moment, seeing everyone's attention drawn away by this group of mysterious people, Bond immediately flipped out the blade in his cuff and began to quickly cut the rope tied to his hands.

"Who are you?" Silva shouted at the few people with an ugly expression.

Then a voice very familiar to Silva rang out: "How long has it been, you've almost forgotten your master's name?"

Seeing the few people walk into the factory, Silva finally saw the identity of the arrivals clearly.

He truly had not expected that the other party would find him so quickly.

"I really underestimated you, Mr. Chen Jiajun," Silva said with a smile.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "Just underestimated? I think being able to catch you should be quite an achievement, right? Silva."

"We said when we talked last time that I would give you an answer after I survived your attack. It's a pity you've been hiding from me during this time. I had no choice but to come to your door personally."

There was obvious panic in Silva's eyes.

He was someone accustomed to controlling everything; now that someone had exceeded his control, this made him very uncomfortable.

So Silva bowed very elegantly and said: "I am very sorry, the game I played with you was indeed very pleasant. It's just that now I don't have the time to play games with you; I have more important things to do, and people I want to take revenge on that need to be dealt with."

"So, please die here."

As he spoke, Silva snapped his fingers, and the subordinates lying in ambush in the factory immediately popped out, aiming their guns at Chen Jiajun and his group.

Seeing the pitch-black gun barrels before him, Chen Jiajun just chuckled and took out a Cigar.

Then he let Bai Lu beside him light it for him.

This air of style was even more exaggerated than Silva's.

After taking a puff of the Cigar, Chen Jiajun tilted his head and said to Silva: "We can be considered to have dealt with each other; do you think I would come to find you without any certainty?"

Hearing this, Silva immediately looked around vigilantly.

Chen Jiajun definitely didn't come rushing to his death; there was no need to even think about that.

And being able to get onto his island silently without being discovered by surveillance, this was obviously not something these few people before him could accomplish.

So up until now, Silva hadn't gathered all his men, just to guard against Chen Jiajun.

But after searching for a long time, Silva didn't find any snipers or similar ambushes, so he turned his head and said to Chen Jiajun: "I am also curious what your trump card is. But you seem to be proud a little too early; this is my territory. How do you know that I only have this little amount of people?"

When Silva defected from MI6, he had dealt a heavy blow to the Hong Kong MI6 intelligence station.

Not only did he take away a large amount of funds and equipment, but also quite a few talents he had trained himself.

And these years he had also been constantly active all over the world, and his forces were also growing.

Through manipulating the stock market to collapse listed companies, intercepting spy satellites to create trouble for certain people, or helping to smuggle some "contraband" type of stuff, all of this brought him massive funds, as well as a group of desperadoes under his command.

So when Silva took out his walkie-talkie and said calmly: "Find all those people in ambush for me."

Then he looked at Chen Jiajun with a smug face, as if he were a child provoking someone.

Chen Jiajun smiled and shook his head, saying: "Silva, your perspective is too small. Too small. You don't really think I would ambush snipers, remote-controlled bombs, or things like that around here, do you? Those are all too amateurish; you know nothing about power."

"Bluffing is not interesting at all," Silva said with a smile, clearly not understanding what Chen Jiajun meant.

Chen Jiajun shook his head helplessly, then said to the Bailu beside him, "Bailu, it's up to you."

Bailu nodded, "Understood, Boss. Should I finish everyone off?"

"Except for these people right here, kill everyone else," Chen Jiajun said indifferently.

"Understood." Bailu took a step forward, and then her eyes turned pure white.

Following that, everyone present could feel the sound of the wind outside becoming rapid.

Then, in the midst of everyone's terrified gazes, a Mind Storm suddenly burst into an invisible ring, and it was constantly growing.

Those of Silva's men who were entrenched on the perimeter had their consciousnesses shattered directly by this Mind Storm; they didn't even have time to let out a scream before they simply vanished.

At this, let alone those hired thugs, even guys like Bond and Silva who had seen the world couldn't help but open their mouths wide, looking at everything before them in terror.

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said to Silva, "How about it? Have you witnessed true power?"

Silva was still in shock and didn't speak, but Bond on the side couldn't sit still anymore.

He had heard of Chen Jiajun's name, and even knew that the MI6 stronghold in Hong Kong had been completely wiped out by him.

But the reports had never mentioned that Chen Jiajun actually possessed power like a natural disaster.

If such a person could not be used by England, then he must be eliminated.

Even if that couldn't be done, this intelligence had to be passed on.

Thus, Bond remembered a little gadget that Q had provided him when he left the MI6 headquarters in London.

Just as Bond was preparing to press this small transmitter to summon MI6 personnel.

But at this very moment, Bailu, who was beside Chen Jiajun, suddenly raised her hand.

Then, a flash of electric light flew toward Bond.

This flash of electric light even branched out in mid-air, and the Silva subordinates responsible for guarding Bond also suffered.

The hair of all three people stood on end, and they all fell to their knees, foaming at the mouth.

Even Bond, who had undergone special training, was no exception.

Chen Jiajun looked at Bailu with some curiosity, wondering why this girl had taken action; could it be that she had seen through the scumbag nature of this guy Bond?

Seeing the questioning look Chen Jiajun cast her way, Bailu pointed very concisely at the little gadget in Bond's hand and said, "Signal Transmitter."

Chen Jiajun took a closer look and indeed discovered that the hand Bond was hiding in his sleeve was emitting black smoke.

He had his Hell Knight subordinate bring it over to take a look, and it was indeed a small, exquisite gadget.

Chen Jiajun shrugged and said, "Then let this Mr. James Bond be unconscious for a while."

Afterward, Chen Jiajun turned his gaze to Silva and said, "How about it, Silva? Have you considered working for me?"

Silva took a deep breath, his expression ugly as he said to Chen Jiajun, "With such powerful strength, why do you still need someone like me?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "In this day and age, not everything can be solved with force, and I said I think highly of you."

Silva said with a wary look, "What if I don't agree?"

Chen Jiajun smiled very eerily, "No, you will definitely agree. Bailu."

"Got it, got it," Bailu said quite helplessly, then appeared behind Silva like a ghost.

Silva was startled in his heart, wanting to rely on his tall stature to counterattack.

But he did not expect that the petite Bailu could actually erupt with such great power.

She directly pressed this burly man, who was nearly two meters tall, onto the ground.

"I advise you not to struggle; otherwise, the one who will suffer is only yourself." Although Bailu smiled very charmingly, the coldness in her eyes made even someone like Silva tremble.

Silva's men saw their boss being subdued and were about to raise the guns in their hands.

They saw Bailu raise both hands, and Mind Deterrence surged directly toward these people.

Mysterious runes appeared on Bailu's hands and surged directly into Silva's head, immediately causing him to struggle frantically.

However, he was an agent who had received professional training after all; even though he was in agonizing pain, he still didn't make a sound.

"Two people, come and hold him down. This guy's strength is really not small." Bailu wiped the sweat from her forehead.

It was unknown how long it lasted, but Silva gradually stopped struggling and then stood up from the ground.

He walked directly to Chen Jiajun, knelt on one knee, and said in a low voice, "Master, Silva is your loyal dog from now on."

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Alright, get up. Call me Boss from now on."

"Yes, Boss." Silva stood respectfully by Chen Jiajun's side.

Chen Jiajun said to Silva, "What kind of plan did you actually come up with? It's like you poked the hornet's nest of MI6. They even sent out this kind of trump card to deal with you?"

Silva revealed an evil smile and said, "Nothing much, just used a previous backdoor to invade the MI6 headquarters, paralyzing their current headquarters. By the way, I launched an attack against Madam M to make the high-level officials of England question that old woman's competence."

"Then, using the list I obtained, I randomly released a few names on the internet every week to divert MI6's attention. Then, after they captured me, I would have my people launch an attack in London, an attack targeting that old woman, Madam M."

Hearing Silva's words, Chen Jiajun was almost choked by his own saliva.

Everyone said he, Chen Jiajun, was crazy—wiping out MI6 intelligence stations as he pleased, and even humiliating the CIA people severely.

But those little moves were simply nothing compared to Silva's.

Sure enough, when playing these kinds of things, it has to be the professionals; otherwise, just relying on Chen Jiajun, he couldn't achieve such precise and effective lethality as Silva.

"In other words, I ruined your plan this time?" Chen Jiajun said with some embarrassment.

Silva shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, Boss. I still have a backup plan. It will just take a little more effort."

Just as Chen Jiajun was chatting with Silva, Bond had already regained consciousness.

Bailu had controlled her power very well; she said she would electrocute him into unconsciousness, so she only electrocuted him into unconsciousness.

Added to Bond's previous training, he quickly woke up.

However, after hearing the conversation between Chen Jiajun and Silva, Bond suddenly felt a chill wash over him.

One must know that previously, Silva and Chen Jiajun could be considered to be in a hostile state; he never thought that after just being unconscious for a while, Silva would have become a lackey under Chen Jiajun.

This abrupt change made Bond feel vaguely uneasy.

Bailu walked up to Bond: "Hey, handsome, stop pretending to sleep, it's your turn now."

Chen Jiajun specifically kept Silva and Bond because he wanted to use the two of them to support his own Information Department.

After all, two professional MI6 agents were extremely valuable resources even in England, and Chen Jiajun could not let them go.

It was just that, unlike with Silva, the process of Bailu using Mind Control on Bond was not smooth.

Silva was someone who had already defected from MI6, and he held monstrous hatred for Madam M.

But James Bond was different; this guy's spirit was not only extremely resilient, but his personality was also unexpectedly tough.

Even at the risk of burning out his brain, he still refused to submit to Chen Jiajun's power.

Bailu let go with a deathly pale face and said helplessly to Chen Jiajun: "Boss, this guy has undergone specialized mental training; I can't do anything with him."

Chen Jiajun frowned and said: "In other words, this guy cannot be used by me?"

Silva clicked his tongue in wonder from the side and said: "This Mr. James Bond is Madam M's loyal dog; he isn't that easy to betray. Just like I was back then."

Seeing James Bond struggling on the ground and still vainly attempting a desperate fight, Chen Jiajun said with some regret: "What a pity, we are going to witness the fall of a Legendary Agent today."

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun suddenly drew his gun, and "Bang! Bang! Bang!" fired several shots into James Bond's body and head.

He directly turned this Legendary Agent into a corpse. (End of chapter)