Chapter 650: I Don't Eat Beef

For some time now, Silva had been using the MI6 intelligence network to search for the whereabouts of that Baron William.

Although MI6 had improved its internal systems following the death of Madam M.

To an old guy like Silva who was intimately familiar with MI6, it was as if there were no defenses at all.

He easily broke into the MI6 system through a backdoor and then found the whereabouts of that Baron William.

According to the clues, this Baron William had already boarded a plane to Sweden on the very day Chen Jiajun finished off that fat man.

However, Silva soon discovered that this was false intelligence.

Because Silva also had the intelligence agency in Chen Jiajun's hands as corroboration, and based on this guy's route, it could quickly be determined that he had not left England at all, nor had he even left London.

This record was used specifically to mislead people.

Subsequently, Silva spent some time filtering through the true and false intelligence.

Finally, he locked the hiding place of this Mr. Baron within a certain range.

Chen Jiajun looked at Silva curiously and said, "Are you sure he's hiding in this place? I remember there are quite a few gangs from England here, right?"

Silva nodded and said, "It is indeed teeming with gangs here, but I have also investigated this Baron William; he has murky relationships with quite a few English gangs."

"Very good, then without further ado, let's set off immediately!" Chen Jiajun nodded and said to his subordinates.

More than ten minutes later, Chen Jiajun and the others arrived within the range circled by Silva.

However, these two streets were a mix of the good and the bad, and it was not easy to find someone who was hiding.

Moreover, because of their Eastern faces, they were targeted by people as soon as they entered the street.

Chen Jiajun arrived at a street-side Restaurant, and just as he sat down, a few thugs came looking for trouble.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, this isn't a place you should come to. Hand over all the money on you, then get the hell out!" A thug with a mohawk stepped directly onto the chair with his foot and said to Chen Jiajun with an arrogant look.

But that wasn't the important part; what was important was that this guy also had a Chinese face, which made people quite unhappy.

Chen Jiajun was immediately puzzled: "You're calling me a yellow-skinned monkey? What are you yourself, a half-breed?"

The mohawk was instantly enraged, pulling out a Knife directly and preparing to stab at Chen Jiajun.

However, the next moment, the knife in his hand stopped in mid-air.

Because at this moment, there was a silver-gleaming Beretta M92F in Chen Jiajun's hand.

Although England is not a country that bans guns, the management of firearms is very strict.

Even these gangs do not dare to walk around the streets with hardware casually.

Clearly, these people knew that they had encountered a tough nut to crack.

"You're one of George's people, right? Hey, I think there's a bit of a misunderstanding between us!" The mohawk immediately lost his nerve, hurriedly dropped the knife in his hand, and said to Chen Jiajun with cold sweat.

Chen Jiajun knew who the George this guy was talking about was; this guy was from a faction that had split off from the Wo Shing and had taken root in England. Among the Chinese gangs in London, he was a top-tier figure.

Chen Jiajun said to the mohawk indifferently: "Do you want to die or live?"

"Of course I want to live," the mohawk said hurriedly.

"Then let's play a game!" Chen Jiajun pointed the muzzle at the mohawk's head and said: "I've noticed that the people here aren't very respectful to me; just now, he walked away with the menu without asking me anything."

"Let's make a bet: will the steak he serves me in a moment be Ribeye, Sirloin, or Filet?"

The mohawk was almost stunned, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Chen Jiajun put the gun away and said with a smile: "Not choosing? Then I'll help you choose! I bet that what he brings me in a moment will definitely be Sirloin. Don't think about running away! Otherwise, my men will kill you immediately!"

Seeing the several men in black who had emerged behind Chen Jiajun, the mohawk became even more afraid.

He could only stare longingly at the back kitchen of the Restaurant, praying that they would not serve a Sirloin steak.

Soon, the waiter brought a steak with a nasty look and threw it directly in front of Chen Jiajun, even rolling his eyes at Chen Jiajun.

After all, there were several people sitting at this table, but only Chen Jiajun had ordered food.

And the mohawk stared fixedly at the plate; after the waiter put the plate down, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Because the steak in the plate was not Sirloin, but a piece of Ribeye.

Chen Jiajun was also clearly stunned for a moment, then smiled, shook his head, patted the mohawk on the shoulder and said: "You are very lucky, but I forgot to say, I don't eat beef!"

As he said this, Chen Jiajun directly pulled out the Beretta and pulled the Trigger.

The huge gunshot startled everyone in the Restaurant.

And the mohawk and his subordinate thugs looked at Chen Jiajun with disbelief; that look in their eyes seemed to say that Chen Jiajun was not keeping his word.

Chen Jiajun didn't even look at the mohawk, wiped his hands with a napkin, and began to enjoy the succulent Ribeye steak in front of him.

And his men immediately closed the shop's front door and brought everyone in the shop under control.

The reason Chen Jiajun came to this Restaurant was, of course, not on a whim.

According to Silva's investigation, that Baron William loved to enjoy high-end steak the most.

And as long as the taste was good, he wasn't very picky about other things.

So the first stop for Chen Jiajun and his men was the steakhouse with the best business in these few blocks.

As for this mohawk, he was just courting death himself.

After controlling the people in the steakhouse, Chen Jiajun had his men bring over the Restaurant's ledger.

Sure enough, in the ledger, Chen Jiajun discovered that there was an address that frequently ordered steak from the Restaurant and had it delivered, and the tip given was also very high.

Chen Jiajun pointed randomly at a waiter, the very kid who had had a bad attitude toward him just now.

Although the waiter was just an ordinary person, living in these few blocks, he more or less had some gang background.

So this guy yelled at Chen Jiajun: "George's people daring to cross the line, are you planning to start a gang war?"

Chen Jiajun immediately started laughing, the smile exactly the same as when he had just finished off the mohawk.

This made the waiter shiver involuntarily and immediately shut his mouth.

"Kid, if you dare to say one more word, even a single word of nonsense, I'll blow your kneecaps off!" Chen Jiajun looked at the waiter with a smile and then asked: "Where does the guy who frequently orders steak from you live?"

Looking at the gun in Chen Jiajun's hand, the waiter could only answer the question honestly: "Just in the E District not far away."

"Have you delivered food to him before? What time does he usually ask your Restaurant to deliver food?" Chen Jiajun continued to ask.

The waiter glanced at the clock hanging inside the Restaurant, then said, "He should be asking us to deliver food over there any moment now."

"Very good, you will go deliver the food in a moment, and I will follow you!" Chen Jiajun threatened, "If I feel like you are playing any tricks, I will immediately blow your kneecaps off."

"Although this isn't fatal, it can make you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair! Is that clear?"

"Clear, clear!" Forced by Chen Jiajun's powerful aura, the waiter kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Sure enough, ten-plus minutes later, a call did indeed come in.

Chen Jiajun said to the shop assistant, "Answer the phone, just like usual! This has nothing to do with you, if you don't want to invite trouble! I will leave once I finish my business!"

Unfortunately, the front desk clerk was stuttering so much they could barely speak, so the Restaurant Boss was calmer and said, "I'll do it!"

The Boss picked up the phone and responded to the food order request from the other side very calmly.

Then he said to Chen Jiajun, "I'm going to prepare the steak now, it will take about twenty minutes to be ready, is that alright with you? Sir?"

"Of course!" Chen Jiajun nodded, then offered a compliment: "I have to say, Boss, your steak is really well-made!"

"Thanks for the compliment." The Boss nodded and went straight to the back kitchen.

Soon, a steak was ready. Following that person's habit, the Boss used an insulated container and handed it to the waiter. Chen Jiajun also stood up and said, "Then I shall take my leave. My men will wait in the shop for half an hour; after half an hour, you may do as you please!"

The Boss asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of starting a gang war by doing this? Even George won't let you off when the time comes."

Chen Jiajun laughed instantly: "Why do you all always assume I am some subordinate of George?"

"Because in London, any Chinese person who dares to be this arrogant is a subordinate of George!" the Boss said indifferently.

"Is that so?" Chen Jiajun shook his head and said dismissively, "George? He's worth nothing!"

After saying that, he left the Restaurant directly with the waiter.

Watching Chen Jiajun's back, the Restaurant Boss was stunned for a moment, then a look of contemplation appeared on his face.

……

Following the waiter, they arrived at E District, downstairs of an apartment building.

The waiter said to Chen Jiajun, "He is upstairs!"

"Which floor?"

"Eleven."

"Let's go up!"

However, after reaching the eleventh floor, Chen Jiajun made the waiter wait for a moment; the electricity for the entire building was affected, and it plunged into darkness.

A moment later, the emergency sensor lights in the hallway turned on.

The waiter was startled, but fortunately, he was smart and did not ask Chen Jiajun why; instead, he took the food box to the door of the room and knocked.

A moment later, a man's voice came from inside the room: "Who is it!"

"Sir, I'm here to deliver your food." The waiter honestly followed what Chen Jiajun had said.

A moment later, the door opened. The man inside had just reached out to take the food box when a gun was pressed against his head, pushing him into the room.

The waiter hurriedly said to Chen Jiajun, "Sir, I can go now, right!"

This guy was terrified that Chen Jiajun would smile and say "I don't eat beef" to him again, so he was trembling while speaking.

Chen Jiajun glanced at the man in front of him, then said to the waiter, "Alright, you can get lost!"

After the waiter left, Chen Jiajun said to the man in front of him, "You certainly know how to enjoy yourself, Baron William."

William trembled as he said to Chen Jiajun, "Who? Who did you say? Did you mistake me for someone else?"

"Mistake you for someone else?" Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "Baron William, you sent mercenaries to infiltrate Brunei and deliberately caused trouble when the Malaysia Prince was visiting; you didn't think Brunei wouldn't do anything about it, did you?"

William became even more nervous.

Ever since he learned that people from Brunei had followed the trail of the mercenary Captain to London, he had been living in constant fear.

Not only did he immediately disband his men, but he also threw away everything he had and hid in this small apartment.

After all... he was truly afraid of death.

Everything he had done was merely because he had mistakenly boarded a pirate ship.

Chen Jiajun sat down beside William and said, "Don't be nervous, we have plenty of time to chat properly."

"No, no, no, I can't say anything, I'll die!" William waved his hands hurriedly, pleading with Chen Jiajun, "I really can't say anything, they will kill me!"

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "Don't worry, I know you're worried about that chip in your head! I already have a solution."

"Ah?" William was stunned after hearing this.

Chen Jiajun took out his phone and played a video for William to see: "Look, I've already experimented on your fat subordinate; he's fine, nothing happened to him at all! Now, can you obediently tell me what you know?"

"My patience is limited. I assume you don't want to end up like your subordinate, having your legs broken by me and then being thrown into the restroom to play Water Torture with my men? Honestly, you look much weaker than your subordinate!"

William looked at the video in surprise, then said to Chen Jiajun, "Really, it's fine? You guarantee it?"

"I guarantee..." Chen Jiajun had just started to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.

Because he saw a red light emerging from the wound on William's neck.

Chen Jiajun was shocked and kicked William away with one foot.

But in mid-air, the chip behind William's neck exploded, and along with William's head, he was blown into a mist of blood.

"Damn it, what is going on?" Chen Jiajun looked at the blood all over the floor with disgust and said in a fit of pique.

The Information Officer looked at Chen Jiajun innocently and held up the Interference Device made by Ao En.

The Interference Device was indeed turned on, but it had not stopped the chip from self-destructing.

Chen Jiajun immediately contacted Ao En to ask why this had happened.

Ao En paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Boss, there is only one possibility: the chip in this guy's neck is more advanced, and it might even have a detection-triggered detonation mechanism, so the Interference Device was completely useless."

Chen Jiajun was speechless: "Then what should we do?"

"I need some time to research it again," Ao En could only say helplessly.

No one can be blamed for this; if anyone is to be blamed, it is that the other party's methods of maintaining secrecy were simply too good.

The trouble now is that the trail has fucking gone cold again at William.

This immediately gave Chen Jiajun a feeling of being unable to contain his anger.

Chen Jiajun had his subordinates clean up the scene, then prepared to leave directly.

But just at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed past the doorway.

And this figure was clearly coming for William.

Only upon seeing Chen Jiajun and the others in the room did the person immediately turn and leave.

Chen Jiajun naturally would not let this opportunity slip by, and immediately took two people to chase after them.

Sure enough, he saw that person in the corridor, turning to flee.

"Running?" Chen Jiajun snorted coldly, drawing his gun and aiming directly at the figure's legs.

With the bonus of several times the physical fitness, plus the fact that Chen Jiajun's marksmanship was quite good, there was simply no reason to miss at this distance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" He pulled the Trigger continuously, and the bullets flew toward the figure's thighs.

But at this moment, the figure suddenly stood still and directly opened an umbrella in their hand to block their front.

Then Chen Jiajun saw that the bullets fired from his muzzle were actually deflected by the other party's umbrella.

"Fuck, chase them for me!"

Chen Jiajun found that he kept running into all sorts of strange things today.

Seeing Chen Jiajun and the others in hot pursuit, the figure simply changed their route.

They rushed directly toward the window at the end of the corridor.

Then the person crashed through the window and leaped down from it.

You have to know, this is fucking the eleventh floor! Chen Jiajun and the others chased over to look, only to discover that this guy had actually used that strange umbrella in their hand once again as a parachute, greatly slowing their speed as they drifted down from the building.

An ordinary umbrella certainly wouldn't have this effect; if any fool really tried this, they would definitely be smashed into a pulp.

It was clear that the umbrella in this guy's hand was no ordinary item. (End of chapter)