Chapter 463: Mission: Impossible 6

The members of Chen Jiajun's Information Organization had been investigating the few individuals from the Landlord Association all along.

However, it was done very covertly; never mind MI5, even if you added up the world's major intelligence agencies, they wouldn't be able to find anything.

On the other side, Silva, who was currently overseas, received Chen Jiajun's order and rushed back in high spirits.

As a Legendary Agent abandoned by MI6, Silva was exceptionally attentive when it came to dealing with his old employer.

Hearing that there was a chance to cross swords with them again, he immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed back.

Upon returning, he saw Chen Jiajun's dark expression.

In Silva's impression, Chen Jiajun rarely showed such an expression.

"Back? Sit!" Seeing Silva arrive at his office, Chen Jiajun told him to sit down directly, then handed him the files from the Information Department.

Silva didn't say much either, but after carefully reading the files twice, he looked up and said to Chen Jiajun, "It certainly looks like MI5's handiwork. Boss, how do you intend to proceed?"

Chen Jiajun said coldly, "Since they want to play, I don't mind playing a big one with them!"

Silva immediately revealed an evil smile and said to Chen Jiajun, "You mean... England itself?"

Chen Jiajun nodded, "Youde has already told me in another way that this matter has nothing to do with the Government House, so the most likely scenario is that the order came from the motherland!"

"Every debt has its debtor; this matter must make them feel pain to prevent such things from happening again! I want England's entire intelligence apparatus to collapse!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Silva suddenly started laughing: "Boss, I have a plan!"

"Hmm?" Chen Jiajun looked at Silva with a surprised face and said, "You have a plan so quickly?"

Silva smiled and said, "This matter actually has something to do with Madam M! Do you remember that MI6 was reorganized?"

Chen Jiajun nodded, "But wasn't it said that you messed it up so badly it hasn't recovered its vitality yet?"

"Although it hasn't recovered its vitality, this newly appointed M Mister is a restless guy!" Silva sneered, "He submitted a draft to the Prime Minister, planning to establish a branch organization under MI6!"

Chen Jiajun immediately became interested: "Interesting, tell me about it in detail?"

Silva was naturally forthcoming and told Chen Jiajun directly about what happened when he went to cut the weeds and dig up the roots.

After Madam M died, MI6 was left without a leader, and having been severely messed with by Chen Jiajun several times, it was almost a case of existing in name only.

It was just that after the new Prime Minister took office, he felt that MI6, this foreign espionage organization, could not be done without.

So he promoted one of his own confidants to the top, becoming the new M Mister.

After M Mister took office, he discovered that MI6 had rotted to the core.

So he proposed a solution to the Prime Minister, which was to establish another agency under MI6.

The name of this agency is "Syndicate"! The Syndicate would not use MI6's own people, but would select a group of people from retired, missing, or defected agents from all over the world to work for the Syndicate.

The benefit is that these agents don't need to be trained from scratch, which would consume a lot of time and money. And after being used, these agents can be executed at any time to avoid bringing trouble to MI6.

But the downside is that these defected agents have no loyalty to speak of; they are even ticking time bombs, and if one is not handled well, it will cause big trouble.

So after the Prime Minister learned of this, he immediately called a halt to the establishment of the Syndicate department.

But the interesting part comes now: M Mister did not listen to the Prime Minister's order and still formed the Syndicate.

And he handed the control of the organization to a man named Solomon.

Solomon seemed to have learned of M Mister's plan, bit M Mister back directly, and then declared independence.

The current Syndicate is entirely a terrorist organization.

Hearing Silva's account, Chen Jiajun immediately said in surprise, "Are you thinking..."

Silva smiled evilly, "That's right, if you, Boss, want to turn England upside down, the Syndicate is indeed a good blade! And as it happens, I still have some connections with Solomon!"

Chen Jiajun pondered for a while, then said to Silva, "Since you are confident, then go do it! I will go there personally! I suspect that old bastard Huang Shitong is probably staying in England right now! If I don't finish him off, I won't feel comfortable!"

Silva immediately laughed; if Chen Jiajun were to go out personally, that would be just great.

Because as long as his own boss goes, those terrifying guys under him will also be dispatched.

In this way, even in England, they would not fear MI5 and MI6 in terms of force.

"No problem, Boss. But it just so happens that another organization has also set its sights on the Syndicate. These guys might be a bit of trouble. Do we help or not?" Silva suddenly thought of something and said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun asked curiously, "Who?"

"A special team under the CIA, seems to be called something like IMF!" Silva pondered for a moment and said to Chen Jiajun.

On the other side, London, England.

In a record store, a man wearing a trench coat walked in.

At this time, the female clerk was tidying up and turning off the lights. Seeing the man walk in, she said directly, "We are about to close!"

The man looked at the records on the shelf and said casually to the female clerk, "I won't stay long!"

The female clerk frowned and said, "Is there anything specific you want to buy?"

"Something very rare," the man said to the female clerk with a smile.

The female clerk's expression immediately became serious: "Let me guess, classical?"

"Jazz."

"Saxophone?"

"John Coltrane."

"How about piano?"

"Thelonious Monk."

"Shadow Wilson on bass!" "Shadow Wilson plays the drums!"

"Why is he called Shadow?"

"Because his drumming is very soft!"

"Lucky for you today!"

The two people's conversation didn't sound like they were discussing records at all; instead, it was like they were exchanging code words.

Hearing the man answer fluently, she smiled again, then took out a record and handed it to the man, saying, "I have the first pressing!"

Then he looked at a place in the shop where a record player was kept.

The man understood immediately, took the record, and walked toward the record player.

The female shop assistant said to the man with great interest: "Is it really you? I've heard your stories; they can't all be true, right?"

The man just smiled and did not answer the female shop assistant's question, then took the record and walked toward the record player!

The man walked into a cubicle in the record shop and placed the record in his hand onto the old-fashioned record player.

A moment later, a synthetic voice without any emotion came from the record player: "Good evening, Mr. Hunt!"

The man's name was Ethan Hunt, an ace Agent of the IMF, a subordinate agency of the United States CIA.

The number of major cases he had handled was countless; it was no exaggeration to call him the 007 of the United States.

The cover of the record player lit up like a computer screen.

Then, this cold, mechanical synthetic voice continued: "The weapons you recovered in Belarus have been confirmed to be VX Nerve Gas, with enough power to destroy a large city!"

"Within twenty-four hours after the plane landed in Damascus, we found the bodies of the flight crew! They were identified as low-level Chechen separatists; they had neither the channels nor the ability to obtain the weapons they were transporting!"

"Your suspicions suggest that someone is allying with an organization behind the scenes to incite revolution by carrying out terrorist attacks to curry favor with Western interest groups! The IMF speculates that this organization is the very same one you have been tracking for the past year, namely, the so-called Syndicate!"

Speaking to this point, the tone of this electronic synthetic voice suddenly became a bit strange.

"Normally, you and your team would be assigned to infiltrate and dismantle this terrorist network! But we have already taken measures to ensure that this will not happen!"

"Because we are the Syndicate, Mr. Hunt! We now know your identity! Your mission is yours to choose whether to accept."

"Either face your fate and track us down, and you will be captured, or resist us, and you will be killed! Any of your actions will not be acknowledged by the Secretary! Good luck, Mr. Hunt!"

Hearing this, Ethan Hunt was so shocked that he stood up; he had not expected that anyone could actually track him down.

This Syndicate was definitely not a simple organization!

Subsequently, Ethan discovered that a large amount of white smoke was suddenly emerging from the room's exhaust vent; he pushed the door in a panic, only to find that he was locked inside.

Looking outside, he saw that the female shop assistant from the record shop was currently being held hostage by a man wearing glasses.

She was too panicked to say a single word.

Ethan slammed against the glass, but unfortunately, this place was a CIA stronghold to begin with.

Even the glass was bulletproof; by himself, he simply could not escape from here.

He could only watch as the female shop assistant was shot in the head by that mysterious man in glasses.

In a moment, the white smoke engulfed the entire room; Ethan's movements of pounding on the glass became slower and slower, and then his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

At this time, in a coffee shop in London.

Chen Jiajun was leisurely drinking coffee; opposite him was Trafalgar Square, where a large flock of pigeons could be seen.

After taking a sip of the still-warm coffee, Chen Jiajun said to Silva: "We aren't going to be stood up, are we?"

Silva chuckled and said: "Isn't there still five minutes? The other party is always punctual!"

Sure enough, just after Silva's voice fell, a man wearing glasses walked over and sat down in front of Chen Jiajun very naturally.

This guy was Ryan Solomon, the current leader of the Syndicate.

Solomon glanced at Silva and said: "This Asian is your Boss?"

Silva smiled and said: "That's right!"

Solomon then turned his gaze to Chen Jiajun and said: "You want to cooperate with me? How to cooperate?"

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "I want England to be turned upside down; can you do it?"

Solomon did not expect Chen Jiajun to be so direct, then asked: "Reason?"

"If I must give a reason... the actions of some people inside Chen Ning Street 10 make me quite unhappy!" Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "I am just this kind of person; if others don't let me have a good time, I will make them have bad luck!"

Solomon sneered and said: "Overestimating your own capabilities!"

"Is that so?" Chen Jiajun said indifferently to Solomon: "The IMF's ace Agent, Ethan Hunt, is in your hands now, right? The way you knocked him out in the record shop doesn't look very good!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, the sneer on Solomon's face suddenly froze.

He did not expect that his actions had been monitored by someone, and he himself had been completely unaware.

Chen Jiajun smiled and continued to say to Solomon: "My influence is stronger than you imagine, Mr. Solomon!"

Solomon resisted the urge to pull out his gun and finish off the guy in front of him, then asked coldly: "Since you can reach this point, what do you need us for?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "I have never been a terrorist, nor do I disdain to launch terrorist attacks on some places! That is too damaging to my style! I just want to teach some people a lesson and make them behave!"

Solomon immediately understood Chen Jiajun's meaning: "In other words, we do the work, and you provide us with help?"

"I like talking to smart people!" Chen Jiajun nodded with a smile. (End of this chapter)