Chapter 651: Ace Agent

Seeing that this guy was about to disappear from his line of sight, Chen Jiajun didn't care about being shocking, jumping straight down from the building and chasing after the man.

Fortunately, there was no one near this apartment building.

Moreover, this place was relatively remote; apart from a homeless person rummaging through trash who saw this scene, there was no one else.

Chen Jiajun chased the man's back into a small alley, but after taking only a few steps, Chen Jiajun suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a dart carrying electric light grazed past Chen Jiajun's eyes and nailed itself into the wall.

"How bold!" Chen Jiajun sneered, looking at the man's back, and chased after him again.

The other party's physical fitness was completely inferior to Chen Jiajun and his subordinates, and he was soon cornered by Chen Jiajun.

However, this person had no intention of surrendering, instead turning around and rushing toward Chen Jiajun.

Seeing this guy pull a metal lighter out of his pocket, Chen Jiajun immediately became alert.

Although the guy in front of him had decent skills, that was only decent for an ordinary person.

In the eyes of Chen Jiajun and his group of superhuman subordinates, it was simply not worth looking at.

But the variety of gadgets on his person were truly a bit of a headache.

For example, this little toy in front of him—Chen Jiajun hadn't expected it could directly spray out a sea of fire.

"Intercept him!" Chen Jiajun roared, and flames also erupted from the clothes on his body.

Using fire to overcome fire, he charged directly into the sea of fire and reached out to grab the man.

The man raised his hand to block Chen Jiajun's outstretched hand, then kicked toward Chen Jiajun's abdomen.

Chen Jiajun didn't intend to dodge, going head-to-head directly.

But the next moment, a small knife suddenly popped out from the tip of the other party's leather shoe.

And the tip of the blade emitted a blue-green glow, clearly coated with poison.

"You're really insidious!" If it weren't for Chen Jiajun's many pieces of equipment, he would have really been hit this time.

So Chen Jiajun stopped reasoning with this guy, locking the other party's shoulders with his hands like iron pincers and slamming a headbutt into him.

The man was knocked staggering, his face full of horror.

Only then did Chen Jiajun see the man's appearance clearly.

This guy looked to be forty or fifty years old, with brown hair combed into a slicked-back style.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face and a well-fitted suit, looking indeed quite like an English gentleman.

It was just that this gentleman's current situation wasn't very good, being caught in a pincer attack by Chen Jiajun and his subordinates.

His glasses were broken, his hair was disheveled, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth; he was already in a desperate situation.

However, his gaze was firm, without a trace of fear, and he quietly took out another lighter.

This thing wasn't a flamethrower like the previous one, but a high-explosive bomb disguised as a lighter.

Once he detonated it, there would definitely not be a single living soul left in the entire alley, including himself.

Clearly, he was prepared to risk his life.

Just as both sides were about to make a move, a voice suddenly came from the alley entrance: "Wait a moment!"

Chen Jiajun turned his head to look and discovered it was actually Silva, who had rushed over in a hurry.

Silva walked over quickly, leaning on a cane, and said to Chen Jiajun: "Boss, don't make a move for now."

Chen Jiajun asked with a frown: "What's the situation?"

Silva said with a smile: "I know this guy!"

"You know him?" Chen Jiajun was somewhat surprised.

Silva said to the man: "Long time no see, Reinhardt."

The man called Reinhardt was stunned for a moment, then looked at Silva and said: "You are... Silva? How is this possible?"

"What's impossible about it!" Silva said with a smile: "I also didn't expect that your organization could still be active within England's sphere of influence!"

Seeing the two of them actually start catching up, Chen Jiajun was speechless and could only stand to the side to watch the show.

Reinhardt looked at Silva vigilantly and said: "Are you still serving MI6?"

"MI6? That's long since a thing of the past!" Silva sneered and said: "Madam M was slaughtered by me; do you think that's possible?"

"So it was you who killed Madam M! No wonder!" Reinhardt nodded: "But what is this?"

Silva introduced to Reinhardt: "This is my boss, Mr. Chen Jiajun. I think there might be some misunderstanding between us!"

"Misunderstanding?" Reinhardt almost cursed; he had been chased and hammered by Chen Jiajun the whole way and was almost ready to perish together with Chen Jiajun, and now he was saying it was a misunderstanding? Seeing Reinhardt's disheveled appearance, Silva immediately laughed: "Alright, let's find a quiet place to sit down and talk!"

Reinhardt was silent for a moment, then nodded.

There was a beer hall nearby, and after the few of them walked in, they found a remote spot and sat down.

After sitting down, Reinhardt asked impatiently: "What is your... relationship with the person in the room?"

Chen Jiajun was stunned for a moment, then said: "You are also investigating that guy?"

"You are too?" Reinhardt said in surprise.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "We are investigating an organization; these guys previously attempted to kidnap the heir of Malaysia."

Reinhardt was shocked: "They actually dared to lay a hand on that kind of person?"

Chen Jiajun looked at Reinhardt curiously and said: "In exchange, can you tell me how you found this bastard named William?"

Reinhardt was stunned for a moment, then looked at Silva.

Silva said disdainfully: "In front of our boss, stop hiding things. I know everything about your lousy organization."

Chen Jiajun looked at Silva curiously, but he knew now was not the time to talk about these things.

Reinhardt said with an ugly expression: "You are not a descendant of the nobility, so you indeed have no qualifications. This is not something anyone can decide; this is the organization's rule!"

"Alright, alright!" Silva said indifferently: "I don't want to argue with you about these things; let's talk about how we gathered here for the same goal!"

Reinhardt was silent for a moment, then said: "The matter has to start from a few months ago. Our colleague Lancelot was investigating a mercenary group conducting biochemical weapon experiments and inadvertently discovered that these mercenaries had kidnapped a hostage. Out of our duty, Lancelot carried out a rescue operation alone, but the rescue failed."

"We investigated and found that this hostage is named James Arnold. Professor Arnold is a lecturer at a university, specializing in climate research."

"Later, another colleague of ours, Galahad, went to investigate this Professor Arnold. Just as he was about to extract a clue, then... the professor's head exploded."

"Galahad himself was also caught in the blast and is currently hospitalized with serious injuries, still in a coma. As for me, I came to investigate on my own initiative after learning about this."

"Following the lead of Professor Arnold, I tracked down this Baron named William, and then... I ran into you all. That is all I know for now!"

After listening to Reinhardt, Chen Jiajun smiled helplessly: "Then we have a problem. As you can see, this Baron William's head will also explode. We had just wanted to ask him some questions, and this guy's head just blew up directly." Chen Jiajun did not say anything to Reinhardt about doomsday theories, but he felt more and more that this matter was not simple.

Reinhardt was helpless; it was clear that the trail had ended here as well.

He could only stand up and say: "Alright, since I've returned empty-handed, I will take my leave now."

Silva said indifferently: "In a rush to go back and report to that old guy Arthur? He won't care about anything."

"He is just a bit old-fashioned, Silva!" Reinhardt said helplessly, then stood up and left.

After this guy left, Chen Jiajun asked curiously: "You seem very familiar with this organization?"

Silva nodded and said with a smile: "Before I joined MI6, I once entered their radar."

Chen Jiajun continued to ask: "What kind of organization are these people? Why do I feel they are a bit strange? Several of their nicknames seem to be related to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?"

Silva began to introduce them: "This organization of theirs dates back to 1849; it was a tailor shop specifically for customizing clothing for the most powerful people in the world."

"By 1919, many of them had lost their heirs in World War I, leaving a vast amount of wealth with no one to inherit it. Many powerful people wanted to step forward to maintain peace and save lives."

"They soon realized that they could use their wealth and influence to benefit the world, so they established the current organization—an independent, international intelligence agency. All operations are kept in the strictest confidence, free from the constraints of politics and bureaucracy."

"In the eyes of these guys, cooperating with the government is considered having no integrity at all. They call themselves Kingsman."

"But that's all bullshit!" Silva sneered and said: "It sounds nice, but these people value lineage extremely highly. If you aren't the descendant of a noble, even if you are outstanding, you won't be accepted! Just like me back then!"

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "Hahaha, the remnants of the British Empire! I didn't expect there to be such an interesting organization. Doesn't MI6 know?"

"Of course they know!" Silva said indifferently: "It's just that they don't want to manage it. After all, these Kingsman do have backgrounds and influence. And their influence is not small; it can even reach the level of shaking the Yingjili Government, so they are tacitly allowed to exist. And... they are still somewhat useful."

"Once, it was that Galahad whom Reinhardt mentioned earlier, who organized an assassination attempt against Mrs. Thatcher. Strictly speaking, the relationship was actually quite good."

Chen Jiajun was immediately surprised: "Wow, this is something I didn't expect. But what's the deal with their titles?"

"What else could it be?" Silva said disdainfully: "This is all their 'tradition'!"

Silva had a look of disdain on his face as he said to Chen Jiajun: "There are twelve positions in the Kingsman, and everyone's codename is determined according to the names of the Knights of the Round Table."

"Then what about Reinhardt just now?" Chen Jiajun asked curiously: "As far as I know, Reinhardt is not a codename, right?"

Silva said with a smile: "Reinhardt is his name; his codename is Gawain."

"That most graceful knight?" Chen Jiajun thought for a moment, and seeing Reinhardt's "head can be broken, blood can flow, but the hair cannot be messy" attitude, he immediately laughed.

"Graceful my ass, this guy belongs to the most rebellious type." Silva said disdainfully: "And he is also an idiot who strongly supports this lineage theory."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "In other words, the head of this organization is Arthur?"

"That's right!" When Silva mentioned this guy, an undisguised disgust appeared on his face: "Just an old bastard who is only a tiny bit better than Madam M!"

"Boss, seriously, if you really want to continue investigating the guy behind the scenes, I think following the Kingsman is a good choice?"

Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up: "You mean, hitching a ride?"

Silva nodded: "The Kingsman have had one dead and one seriously injured this time; they definitely won't let it go and will surely bite onto the culprit behind the scenes and not let go. If there is still time, I think we can wait a bit longer. After all, in a place like England, relying on these people is much faster than doing it ourselves."

Although Silva could break into the MI6 intelligence system at any time and had set up quite a few intelligence stations in England.

But after all, MI6 is not responsible for domestic affairs in England; domestic matters are all handed over to MI5.

Which is the British Security Service.

So many things are not very convenient.

But it is clear that with the Kingsman involved, things will be much easier to handle.

Chen Jiajun thought about it and agreed that this was indeed the logic, so he nodded and said: "Since you think it's okay, then do as you see fit."

Meanwhile, in a Zhuangyuan in the United States.

The owner of the Zhuangyuan was about to meet two distinguished guests, so the service staff inside were busy and nervous.

A crisp knocking sound rang out, making the surrounding servants exceptionally nervous.

From the direction the sound came from, a woman wearing a maid outfit walked over.

Although she looked unremarkable, her legs had been modified into two prosthetic limbs equipped with sharp blades.

The woman was the head maid of the Zhuangyuan and also a trusted aide to the owner of the Zhuangyuan.

After entering the interior of the Zhuangyuan, the maid said to a guy wearing a hip-hop hat and a gold chain, looking more like a rapper than a Big Spender worth hundreds of billions of dollars: "Sir, they have arrived."

That's right, this hip-hop black man is one of the world's top Big Spenders, Richmond Valentine.

And the people he was meeting today were the Prime Minister of Sweden and the Crown Princess of the royal family.

He had spent quite a price to invite the two of them to his Zhuangyuan.

A moment later, the Prime Minister and the Princess both entered the banquet hall.

They revealed the expression that everyone shows when they see Valentine for the first time.

But Valentine didn't care at all; he smiled, sat down, and greeted the two of them.

After chatting for a while, Valentine began to get to the point, peddling his crazy evolution.

After listening, both the Prime Minister and the Princess were a bit stunned.

Valentine, however, smiled and said: "Thank you both for listening. I am truly grateful that you could come from so far away. Your Royal Highness the Crown Princess, and you, Prime Minister."

The Prime Minister clearly had been in collusion with Valentine for a long time, directly praising: "Your idea is simply brilliant! Seriously, it's fantastic!"

But this Crown Princess of Sweden turned hostile on the spot; after all, anyone would have this reaction when hearing Valentine's crazy plan for the first time.

"You are a complete lunatic!" the Swedish Princess said bluntly to Valentine.

Valentine's face immediately turned ugly; after all, this was the first time he had seen someone so disrespectful.

And the Princess ignored him, instead using Swedish to say to the Prime Minister: "Are you crazy? Inviting me to this lunatic's house to listen to this crazy talk?"

Saying this, the princess stood up directly, intending to leave.

But at this moment, the head maid and Valentine walked straight over and pressed the princess back into her seat.

Valentine said to the princess, "My apologies, Your Highness! To purify the Scandinavia Peninsula, you are an indispensable link. You are highly respected, inspiring, and possess powerful public appeal, so regardless of whether you cooperate, I must insist on placing you in a safe location."

After finishing, Valentine said to the Prime Minister, "And what about you? Prime Minister, will you participate?"

"As a politician, I feel that at this point, it is time to do something meaningful," the Prime Minister said with a smile on his face.

"Well said!" Valentine nodded with satisfaction, then said to the head maid, "Take Her Highness away!"

The princess cursed directly at the Prime Minister, "You bastard, you will pay the price!" (End of chapter)