Chapter 355: Is There an Entry Permit?

Martin heard this, looked at Chen Dahuah, and said with a smile: "There are no international criminals here, but there are two lawyers."

Martin's words carried a heavy threat, warning Chen Dahuah not to mess around, or else he should consider whether he could withstand a lawsuit from two lawyers.

Chen Dahuah was not intimidated; instead, he pressed his hands onto the table, adopting a posture of strong pressure, and said: "Can you guarantee that everyone here is innocent?"

Martin was hired by Tsukamoto Taro to be responsible for the foundation's operations, so naturally, he had more than just these few tricks up his sleeve.

He said with a calm expression: "Everything we discussed in the meeting today is legal. If you need it, I can have my Secretary copy the meeting minutes for you."

"Very good, please show your identification," Chen Dahuah said with a smile.

As expected, the First Round of checks yielded nothing; they found absolutely no useful information.

After all, as agents, they did not need to step out and kill people themselves, so the killers and agents present all had legal identities or legal entry permits.

A low-level police officer like Chen Dahuah simply had no way to deal with them.

Just after leaving, one of his subordinates said to Chen Dahuah: "Officer, what should we do?"

"If they want to seek their own deaths, let them go," Chen Dahuah said with a cold laugh.

As a member of the police, Chen Dahuah knew that in Hong Kong at night, if anyone dared to mess around, they would likely have their throats torn out, their limbs broken, and their bones chewed up and swallowed by a certain someone.

"Ahitama, 38 years old, a model agent and importer of clothing, a killer agent from Europe. The killers under his command have participated in several cases of assassinating political figures."

"Chris Kote, 41 years old, runs a foreign liquor business, mainly responsible for Latin America. His people were involved in the assassination of the Mexican president."

"Nickname Vivian, real name unknown, 26 years old, Eastern European, a killer agent in North America, works for the Damocles Killer Company, the exclusive agent for the famous killer 'Black Caesar', only she can contact Black Caesar."

"Qian Felini."

Inside Chen Jiajun's office, his Information Officer had obtained the files of all the killer agents participating in the Revenge Fund meeting.

This efficiency earned great praise from Chen Jiajun.

It must be said that Silva was worthy of his title as a Legendary Agent.

Relying on the personnel in his hands and Chen Jiajun's funds, he had already built the prototype of his own Information Organization.

Although its foundation might not be as deep as spy organizations like MI6, CIA, or KGB, which had nations as their backing.

But in terms of intelligence alone, it perhaps already did not lose to any private organization.

Chen Jiajun couldn't help but nod and say: "Not bad, Silva. It seems you have really put in a lot of effort during this time. Has your reach already extended to North America?"

Silva smiled and said: "Only the United States, it doesn't count for much."

"You are too modest. However, regarding these guys, what is your opinion on how to handle them? I don't want to see a situation where people are fighting everywhere in Hong Kong," Chen Jiajun said indifferently.

After pondering for a while, Silva said: "The others naturally go without saying; I estimate that the Security Company's personnel and Hong Hing can handle them. However, there are a few special guests who might need the experts under you, Boss, to handle personally."

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said: "As long as they are in Hong Kong, you can arrange it as you see fit."

From beginning to end, he had never put these killers in his eyes; he just didn't want anyone causing trouble in Hong Kong.

So for Chen Jiajun, those inside Hong Kong were merely a minor skin disease.

What he hated most were these rats coming from the outside.

These rats didn't understand the rules and would make a mess of Hong Kong.

This was also the reason why Chen Jiajun was in such a hurry to return.

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Silva once again revealed his signature evil smile: "That scene will definitely be very interesting."

Silva had already witnessed the strength of Chen Jiajun's subordinates.

Frankly speaking, Silva didn't even know how to face these "inhuman" existences.

After bidding farewell to Chen Jiajun, Silva prepared to mobilize his troops to deal with the upcoming storm in Hong Kong.

As for internal matters, they would be discussed later.

Whether it was that legendary Chitian Shi, Tsukamoto Eiji, or the local killers of Hong Kong, none had exceeded the rules set by Chen Jiajun; let them play for a while first.

On the other side, E Lao took Li Fugui out of the hotel building.

They happened to run into Tsukamoto Eiji, who was staying at the hotel.

He hurriedly grabbed the foundation's manager, Martin, and said: "Isn't that Tsukamoto's grandson?"

"He is participating too," Martin said with a calm face.

E Lao said in surprise: "Wasn't it said that family members cannot participate?"

"Who said that?" Martin said with a calm face: "I am the manager of the foundation, and I don't remember there being such a rule. Whoever takes out the target gets the one billion US dollars."

After speaking, Martin ignored E Lao and turned to leave.

Because this guy still had business with Tsukamoto Eiji.

Passing through the corridor, Martin arrived at the suite where Tsukamoto Taro was killed.

Tsukamoto Eiji said very arrogantly: "I don't like being disturbed when I'm eating. If you have something to say, say it quickly."

Martin sat down directly and said: "I came here this time to give you a chance to bribe me."

"What do you have that is worth me bribing?" Tsukamoto Eiji didn't even look at him, instead taking a towel from a maid to wipe his face.

Martin didn't talk nonsense and directly revealed his trump card: "After your grandfather was killed, we used diplomatic pressure to prevent the Hong Kong Police from performing an autopsy. At the same time, according to his own last wishes, he could not be dissected in Japan. However, after our examination, we found some special things in his stomach. Guess what it is?"

Tsukamoto Eiji didn't take the bait at all, but said with a calm face: "How much money do you want?"

Martin was stunned for a moment, then revealed a greedy face and said: "Ten million. Cash. But after you get the Revenge Fund, I want one-tenth. This money isn't just for me; I have partners."

"Why come to me?"

"Among so many people, only your strength is the greatest. What's more, I am the manager of the fund."

After hearing this, Tsukamoto Eiji's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he leaned close to Martin and said: "Are you not afraid of me?"

Martin, this guy who valued money over his life, smiled and said: "Of course I'm afraid, but I'm more afraid of being poor."

Tsukamoto Eiji suddenly laughed, took out a checkbook and a pen, signed for ten million, and handed it to Martin: "After taking the money, go do your job well. I hope your information is worth this ten million."

Martin got the check and immediately said with a smile: "We found a broken Military Ticket in your grandfather's stomach. Although the number on it is no longer clear, if you give me some time, I should be able to restore it."

"When will you bring the information to me?" Tsukamoto Eiji said coldly.

Martin looked at the check and said, "Wait until I get the money before we talk."

On the other side, E Lao had already witnessed Li Fugui's skills, and a strange impulse welled up in his mind.

Since things had already developed to this point, and he himself had not yet been exposed, why not just take a gamble?

Thinking of this, E Lao took Li Fugui directly to a teahouse, intentionally provoked the gangsters eating inside, and intended to see Li Fugui's strength for himself.

It must be said that after E Lao watched Li Fugui take action, he knew he had found a treasure.

Just in terms of unarmed combat alone, it was more than ten times stronger than the killer he had brought before.

In just thirty seconds, the seven or eight small-time thugs in the restaurant were all knocked down by Li Fugui.

Combined with Li Fugui's claim that he had experience as a soldier in the Golden Triangle, E Lao felt more and more that this matter was doable.

So he bought Li Fugui a set of clothes to dress him up, intending to first get Li Fugui a job to adapt.

On the other side, the killers who had rushed to Hong Kong from various countries for these one billion US dollars had arrived in Hong Kong one after another through various channels.

In the environment of Hong Kong, it was clearly unrealistic to want to block all the gaps.

Therefore, he did not intend to isolate the killers from Hong Kong, but instead planned to take the initiative to attack.

To deal with these rat-like killers, only after giving them enough deterrence would they not dare to covet this land again.

At night, a Pier in the New Territories.

A killer agent from South Korea was meeting his killer.

"Aish, why do I have to hide in this narrow and smelly fishing boat? My whole body is covered in the fishy smell now," a man wearing a white suit said to his agent with dissatisfaction.

The agent said impatiently, "Shut up, who told you to be wanted by multiple countries? Otherwise, we wouldn't have to use smuggling methods to get you in."

The killer shrugged, did not continue speaking, but said to the agent, "Let's not talk about this, are you sure there is one billion US dollars?"

The agent threw a newspaper directly to the killer and then said indifferently, "See for yourself. After finishing this job, we can also go to the United States to become people above others."

"Wow. Cool." The killer whistled while looking at the newspaper, his eyes full of greed: "What about my gear? You brought it all for me, right?"

The agent patted a box beside him and said, "The gear you are used to has all been brought for you. Do a good job this time; whether we can get rich overnight depends on you."

"Just wait." The killer opened the box, took out all his firearms, and checked them carefully.

But just at this moment, a voice suddenly came from above the two of them: "Hi, you two, do you have entry permits?"

Hearing this voice ring out without warning, the hair all over the killer's body stood on end.

Holding his gun, he rolled and found cover, then aimed the muzzle at the source of the voice.

Only then did the two see a slender man crouching on the crane at the fishing port, looking at them coldly, the Long Knife in his hand emitting a chilling coldness under the moonlight.

The person who came was none other than Lao Yu, who had been dispatched by Silva.

The South Korean killer did not even think, and directly pulled the Trigger at this strange man.

The bullets from the Glock poured out toward the man instantly, and during this time, neither side said another word.

But the next moment, a scene that exceeded the killer's cognition appeared.

He saw that Lao Yu danced the knife in his hand into a wheel of blades; as soon as the bullets he fired approached Lao Yu, they were directly sliced into two halves by the knife in the opponent's hand and fell to the ground.

Afterward, Lao Yu looked at the killer with a relaxed expression, shook his head, and said, "How very impolite."

Saying this, he leaped up lightly, and when he landed, he had already appeared behind the killer: "I asked you a question, do you have an entry permit?"

In great alarm, the killer immediately took out the Dagger at his waist and stabbed backward.

This reaction speed could not be called anything but fast.

Unfortunately, facing Lao Yu, who could even slice down bullets, this little trick was just futile.

Lao Yu only used two fingers to clamp the opponent's Dagger.

No matter how hard the killer tried, the Dagger could not advance an inch, as if it were welded to the opponent's hand.

Lao Yu sighed and said, "But forget it, anyway, for guys like you, it's no big deal to just slaughter you."

Saying this, the Machete in Lao Yu's hand directly brought up a cold and beautiful blade light under the moonlight, passing through the killer's neck.

Then, a large amount of blood sprayed out directly, staining the killer's white suit dark red.

Seeing this scene, the killer agent was stunned on the spot.

The killer under him was the one with the greatest fame and strength among South Korean killers.

He could even retreat unscathed after assassinating a South Korean chaebol.

But upon arriving in Hong Kong, he was actually slaughtered like a little chicken, without even the room to resist.

What kind of monster was this?

Thinking of this, the killer agent let out a scream and then turned and ran.

Unfortunately, before he had run very far, he felt like he had bumped into something.

Looking up, he discovered that Lao Yu, holding the Machete, was already standing in front of him, looking down at him, his eyes as cold as a ghost or god.

Such things were not only happening in the New Territories.

All over Hong Kong, such things were happening.

Those who had smuggled in from outside, or those who had entered with legal procedures, without exception, ran into Chen Jiajun's subordinates.

If they were unwilling to leave obediently, then only death awaited them.

Early the next morning, news of people dying violent deaths came from Police Stations all over Hong Kong.

This morning made the Serious Crimes Unit in various places busy beyond measure.

After consolidating all the news to the headquarters, Li Shutang, who was in charge of this case, fell silent on the spot.

Outside the Police Station, it was already surrounded by various Reporters, all wanting to ask the Hong Kong Police for their views on this matter.

Han Yili came to find Li Shutang in a rage: "Li, why is there still no result on this matter? Do you know how much pressure the police are under now?"

Han Yili was about to be annoyed to death by the Reporters, and it was even reaching the point of affecting the work of the Police Station.

Li Shutang turned around expressionlessly and said to Han Yili: "Director, do these victims have entry permits?"

Hearing Li Shutang's words, Han Yili was instantly stunned.

Li Shutang continued, "You should know who is behind this, right?"

Li Shutang's counter-question left Han Yili silent.

Anyone who wasn't a fool knew that Chen Jiajun must be the one who did it.

What made Han Yili furious was precisely this point, because Chen Jiajun simply did not take them seriously at all.

Yet even so, there was nothing they could do.

Not only were they helpless against those assassins, they were even more helpless against Chen Jiajun.

The current situation was entirely of their own making.

Li Shutang sighed and said, "I am retiring in a month, so it is of no great use for you to come to me about this. We cannot stop what Chen Jiajun wants to do."

Han Yili gritted his teeth; this sense of powerlessness had existed ever since he arrived in Hong Kong to take office.

He could not fathom how a street-level hoodlum could grow into such a poisonous dragon.

Never mind him, a mere Commissioner, even the current Governor Youde could do nothing about the other party, and could only watch as this guy operated outside the rules and established his own.

After slamming the table, Han Yili turned and left; the idea of using the Chinese to control the Chinese, as he had done before, was already completely outdated.

Not only was the police's attitude strange, but the attitudes of the various societies in Hong Kong were also extremely quiet.

During this period, many societies even stopped doing business.

They halted all smuggling and human trafficking operations and recalled all their men.

It was not that they wanted to do this, but that they had been directly frightened.

The assassins who had rushed in from all over for the one-billion Revenge Fund were wiped out in a single night.

With such methods, who could not be afraid?

It was just that this news had been sealed before it could spread; only the high-level members of a few societies and the police top brass knew about it.

As for the other guys eyeing the fund, they were still running around everywhere for this matter.

For example, E Lao and Li Fugui.

Although the task E Lao had arranged for Li Fugui last time was not completed, he had witnessed how formidable this guy was.

Not only was his combat technique fierce, but his marksmanship was also first-class and precise.

It was just that he was a bit soft-hearted in his actions, but that was not a problem for E Lao.

Anyway, as long as this guy could kill that Chitian Shi, he would not care about anything else.

"The manager of that fund called to say there is a lead, let's hurry over now," E Lao said to Li Fugui with an anxious look.

Soon, the two arrived at Martin's law firm.

However, this guy was quite arrogant, insisting that the two sit there and wait for him to finish playing golf before he would speak.

"Finally, one didn't go in; can you talk now?" E Lao asked impatiently.

"Speak, where is the money? Two hundred thousand," Martin said, extending his hand.

E Lao immediately handed over a check and said anxiously, "I have been waiting a long time."

Martin glanced at the number on the check and muttered to himself, "Two hundred thousand is enough for me to add a month's worth of gas."

E Lao said in surprise, "What kind of car consumes so much gas?"

"A yacht," Martin waved his hand and said, "Back to the point, we found some evidence inside Mr. Tsukamoto's body, which we believe was left by the killer. I believe that with this evidence, you should know who the killer and his agent are."

Hearing this, E Lao's expression immediately became a bit tense.

"What is it?" Li Fugui asked curiously.

"It is a Military Ticket," Martin said indifferently, "It is a torn Military Ticket. I believe the assassin forced him to swallow it when he killed Mr. Tsukamoto."

"Then—"

Just as E Lao wanted to ask something else, he was directly interrupted by Martin: "Hey, that is all I can provide."

E Lao's eyes widened instantly: "Twenty thousand for just this? Why don't you go rob someone?"

Martin said quite bluntly, "It is indeed better than robbing. I will tell you honestly, this news has already been sold to five people before. Because they offered a higher price."

"How much did the first one offer?" E Lao asked.

Martin shook his head: "Sorry, that is a trade secret, but seventy-two hours have already passed."

"Twenty thousand is all used up?" E Lao said unhappily.

Martin picked up his club again and said, "How about this, the following information source has not been verified, so I won't charge you for it. In the last four years, a killer called Chitian Shi has appeared in Southeast Asia; he works alone and accepts no payment."

"There are seventeen people killed by him in total, and every person killed had their reason for being killed."

Hearing this name, E Lao immediately fell into deep thought.

"I have said so much, that should be enough for twenty thousand. If there is nothing else, you can leave." As he spoke, Martin started playing golf again.

But just at this moment, Li Fugui suddenly spoke up: "May I ask, who was the first one to come and buy the news?"

"Good question," Martin laughed instantly: "Seeing as you asked so well, I will tell you for free: it was Tsukamoto Eiji." (End of chapter)