Chapter 469: Are You Craving My Body?

Hearing the two men's conspiracy, Ilsa now found herself at a loss for what to do.

If it were before, she would likely have tried to find a way to escape and immediately report this matter to her superiors.

But after listening to Silva, a seed of distrust had already sprouted in her heart.

Furthermore, hearing Silva say that the Syndicate was originally a plan of the Yingjili Government made her feel even more distressed.

The two chatted for a while before noticing Ilsa, the female Agent.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Silva, "This is your apprentice; how do you plan to resolve this?"

Silva glanced at Ilsa and said, "Little Ilsa, you'll likely just be cannon fodder after you go back. Given the working style of Atlee, this new M Mister, it's very possible he'll use you up completely and then put a bullet in you!"

Ilsa said with some pain, "I... I don't know what I should do!"

Having been an Agent for so many years, Ilsa had long grown weary of this identity.

And just as Silva said, if what they were saying was true, Atlee would absolutely not let her leave MI6.

So, after struggling for a long time, Ilsa said to Silva, "I want to try one more time!"

"You don't seem to have the leverage to bargain!" Silva's expression darkened as he said coldly.

But Ilsa did not show weakness and said to Silva, "Then just kill me!"

"Ilsa, do you think I wouldn't dare?" Silva seemed to grow impatient and pulled out a Handgun directly.

Ilsa's gaze was firm; even with the muzzle pressed against her head, she remained steadfast.

Seeing Silva slowly pull the Trigger, Chen Jiajun suddenly spoke up and said to Ilsa, "No interest in continuing as an Agent?"

Ilsa frowned and said, "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "I can be considered Silva's Boss now!"

Ilsa was silent for a moment, then said to Chen Jiajun, "How did you figure it out?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "I've seen enough! Money earned on the edge of a blade isn't easy to make!"

Although Ilsa was an Agent, in Chen Jiajun's eyes, there was no difference between her and a gangster.

Both earned money by licking blood off a blade, and if one wasn't careful, one would end up with nowhere to be buried.

Therefore, Chen Jiajun was quite confident regarding someone like Ilsa.

Ilsa nodded: "That's right! But I must personally prove this point before I leave!"

"Then... have you found a new employer?" Chen Jiajun said to Ilsa with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"If you defect from MI6, you can't just not live, right? Besides being an Agent or a spy, what else can you do?"

"I..." This question left Ilsa completely stunned.

She had been single-mindedly wanting to transfer back to a desk job, but that was already impossible.

If it were truly as Silva said, that MI6 was fundamentally corrupt, where should she go? Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "It just so happens I'm missing a Secretary; the monthly salary is twenty thousand, interested? Usually, you'd just be responsible for my schedule and handling some work-related matters!"

Ilsa raised an eyebrow: "Are you trying to recruit me?"

"That's right!" Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I am indeed recruiting you!"

Ilsa thought for a moment and said, "I need to confirm one thing first before I give you an answer!"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said to Silva, "OK, Silva, I'll leave it to you!"

Silva sighed and said to Ilsa, "Little Ilsa, you're really lucky!"

As he spoke, he handed the USB Flash Drive in his hand directly to Ilsa.

Ilsa was stunned on the spot, holding the USB Flash Drive with a strange expression as she said, "This... you're just giving it to me?"

"You need something to go back and report with, right?" Silva said with a smile, "But don't think too much; this is just for you to test M Mister! There's nothing inside!"

Ilsa gave Silva a complex look, then said to the two, "I understand, but two gentlemen, I need to change my clothes; shouldn't you step out?"

Chen Jiajun and Silva shrugged and left the room.

Looking at the USB Flash Drive in her hand, Ilsa gripped it tightly in her palm and began to change her clothes.

A few days later, London, Trafalgar Square.

This place is also called Pigeon Square, and right next to it is London's oldest church, St Martin-in-the-Fields.

Directly in front is the National Gallery, and to the side of the National Gallery is the National Portrait Gallery.

This place attracts quite a few tourists every year.

When tourists get tired of walking, they rest for a while on the benches beside the square.

The weather in London is terrible, rainy all year round, but today there was actually some sun, which was unexpectedly fine.

There weren't many people on the benches, just an affectionate old couple and a middle-aged man in a suit reading a newspaper on a bench.

Although this man reading the newspaper was dressed like an office worker and was unremarkable, even if he were thrown into a crowd, no one would give him a second look.

Yet this guy happened to be the new head of MI6, M Mister Atlee! At this moment, a stylishly dressed woman walked over and sat down directly beside Atlee.

Then she placed a USB Flash Drive on the newspaper and said to Atlee, "This is the general ledger, information on the entire 'Syndicate' organization. Their identities, the politicians they control, and their sources of funding! Everything you want to know is here!"

Atlee said indifferently, "How can you be sure this general ledger is real?"

"If it were fake, why would Ryan still be fighting so desperately to seize it?" Ilsa countered.

Atlee said flatly, "If it were real, why would it end up in your hands? Have you ever thought that he intentionally let me get it? Playing with information in the palm of his hand is exactly what he is best at after his training!"

"Ryan lied to you, and you lied to Hunter! In short, you were both deceived! That is his ultimate goal!"

Hearing this, Ilsa felt a chill run through her heart.

That bastard Atlee hadn't even looked at the contents of the USB Flash Drive before calling it fake.

She didn't believe for a second that there wasn't a problem here!

Seeing that Ilsa didn't speak, Atlee continued, "Perhaps this ledger is real, but I believe there is only one person who can prove its authenticity, and that is you!"

Ilsa shook her head and said, "Impossible. My mission is to present the 'Syndicate' intelligence to you; the rest of the matters are outside the scope of my work..."

Atlee forcefully interrupted Ilsa: "To be precise, your mission is to infiltrate the interior of the 'Syndicate' so that we can obtain first-hand intelligence data!"

As the new M Mister of MI6, this guy Atlee had an extremely forceful personality.

He just paused and continued to say to Ilsa: "This is the test they have given you, everything that has happened is! And the only way to pass the test is to go back!"

"I can't do it, I have betrayed Silva too many, many times!" Ilsa argued, standing her ground.

But the disappointment in her eyes grew more and more.

Because she could feel that this guy Atlee did not take her, his subordinate, seriously at all. She was just a surveillance camera used to monitor the Syndicate.

As for whether this camera would be discovered or destroyed, it was not within the scope of his considerations at all.

Atlee said coldly: "Under these circumstances, these were all choices you made yourself!"

"They are going to torture a United States Agent to death!"

"Then you should do as told, that way you will still be the person he trusts! This is the rule, Hunt will understand!"

Ilsa looked at her superior in disbelief: "I cannot watch him die in front of me, he is our ally!"

"There are no such things as allies in national intelligence, only shared interests! Besides, you also know that Ethan Hunt is a stateless person, so killing him is not a complicated matter!" Atlee said in a cold voice.

Ilsa was stunned for a moment, then said to Atlee: "Are you ordering me to kill Hunt?"

"Don't put it so cruelly!" Atlee said with a smile: "When Silva gives you an order, and you regain his trust, you must do as told!"

Ilsa could not listen any longer and said coldly and firmly to Atlee: "The mission you sent me to complete, I have already completed! Now I want you to restore my identity!"

"I must remind you, you are also a stateless person now!" Atlee said with the air of someone who had Ilsa trapped: "The CIA Director called me to ask about your identity; in order to protect you, I had to lie! So in the United States, you are just a rogue assassin, and any opportunity could make you a target!"

"Very few people will find your identity, if we were to forget about this... it would be terrible! So listen, Ilsa, you have no other choice now, you must go back and continue to lurk!"

The threat laid out in the open directly made Ilsa laugh out of anger.

She picked up the aforementioned USB Flash Drive and turned to leave directly.

But when she was about to leave, Ilsa discovered that the USB Flash Drive in her hand had been swapped.

The small mark he had made on the USB Flash Drive with his fingernail just now had also disappeared.

This time, Ilsa's heart had truly gone cold.

After returning to the hotel, she saw Chen Jiajun talking to Silva about something.

Seeing Ilsa walk in with a dark face, Silva teased: "Little Ilsa's complexion is not looking good! It seems that bastard Atlee threatened you?"

Ilsa handed the USB Flash Drive to Silva and said: "And he even swapped the USB Flash Drive I gave him!"

Silva revealed a wicked smile and said: "This guy is still as sinister as ever; it seems Madam M was right not to promote him back then! Look at how much trouble this guy has caused recently?"

Chen Jiajun said disdainfully: "If you tell one lie, you have to cover it up with countless lies! But now, he cannot cover up this matter!"

Silva rubbed his hands and said: "Let us see how much funding Atlee, that bastard, has approved for the Syndicate! I am already impatient."

Ilsa followed Silva's gaze and discovered that many technical personnel were cracking the Red Box that Silva had mentioned.

Although she knew from Silva that the Red Box was generally the fund for an Information Organization, she was also curious about exactly how much money was in it.

Although the technical means of the technicians, combined with some identity authentication of the current England Prime Minister that Silva had left at MI6—such as fingerprint, DNA, and iris data—the Red Box was cracked very quickly.

Subsequently, a series of monetary figures, along with account numbers belonging to different banks, were displayed in front of everyone.

"Hiss, good heavens!" Chen Jiajun could not help but gasp when he saw the amounts in the countless accounts.

One must know that the funds here were not calculated in US dollars, but in Euros.

And the total funds in these accounts added up to at least 2.4 billion Euros, which is nearly over 20 billion Hong Kong Dollars! Seeing the numbers on the accounts, Silva immediately revealed a smile: "Ho ho, Atlee, that bastard, really spent a fortune on the Syndicate before!"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "We can also be considered to have made a windfall!"

Chen Jiajun knew that Atlee would not dare to let this money see the light of day, and the Syndicate would not dare to tell anyone that such a sum of money existed.

Therefore, even if Chen Jiajun blacked out all this money, they could only swallow the bitter pill! Thus, he said to Silva with a smile: "This money should be enough for you to expand, right?"

"Of course it is enough!" Silva said with a smile: "If calculated by scale, this money is enough for the Syndicate to use for over a dozen years!"

The Information Organization under Chen Jiajun was certainly much larger than the Syndicate.

Not to mention anything else, just the scale of the Information Organization deployed in Asia alone could compare to the CIA.

Not to mention that over these years, Silva had also pushed for deployments in Europe and the Americas.

So while this money could last the Syndicate over a dozen years, it would be good if it could last Chen Jiajun's Information Organization for five years at most.

However, this was also a good thing for Chen Jiajun; at the very least, it could save him quite a bit of the funding he would have had to allocate.

Facing the cheerful Chen Jiajun and Silva, Ilsa could not help but say: "You two, this seems to be England's money, right! To just take it away like this... is that not very good?"

Chen Jiajun immediately said with a smile: "Miss Ilsa, are you still a person of England now? I heard from Atlee that you seem to be a stateless person now, right?"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Ilsa's mood became even worse.

Silva said with schadenfreude: "MI6 has always been like this! When they need you, they work you to death; when they don't need you, they throw you away like trash! It is truly chilling! Little Ilsa, your instructor has deep experience with this!"

Hearing Silva's words, Ilsa said in shock: "So that is why you..."

Silva said indifferently: "Otherwise, how would the title of 007 have fallen into the hands of James Bond?"

Ilsa pondered slightly, and immediately could not help but nod.

Back then, her instructor Silva was Madam M's most favored subordinate.

But meeting again many years later, Silva was actually there to seek revenge on Madam M.

Thinking about it now, everything seemed to make sense.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "Ilsa, have you thought about the matter of being my Secretary?"

Ilsa pondered for a while; in any case, it was impossible for her to go back to the Syndicate to work as an Undercover again, as that was no different from seeking death.

Moreover, that bastard Atlee controlled MI6, and her chances of wanting to restore her identity were extremely slim.

Anyway, Silva had already followed Chen Jiajun, so why couldn't she? After a moment of silence, she said to Chen Jiajun: "Only a Secretary?"

Chen Jiajun moved back a step in surprise and said: "Otherwise? Are you lusting after my body?"

Ilsa was amused to the point of laughter: "Who is lusting after your body! I mean I don't want to be an Agent anymore!"

"So that's the reason! That's no problem at all!" Chen Jiajun said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Ilsa said unhappily: "Am I really that bad? Boss, why are you so guarded against me?"

To be honest, Ilsa's figure and appearance were both top-tier.

Especially those long legs of hers that rivaled a model's; wearing office attire made them even more attractive.

However, Chen Jiajun, who was an Agent by trade after all, dared not lust after her body.

Moreover, inviting Ilsa was Silva's idea; according to Silva's description, Ilsa was a top-tier infiltration expert, just the person to fill this gap in his Information Department.

Just as the few of them were chatting and laughing in high spirits, Chen Jiajun's mobile phone suddenly rang.

After answering, his expression changed instantly.

Because the few members of the Landlord Association over in Hong Kong had already revealed Huang Shitong's identity.

And this location happened to be in London. (End of chapter)