Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"Any moves by the Kingsman agents?" Chen Jiajun asked.

Silva smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on things here! Galahad made contact with Valentine once, but it seems to have been fruitless. I don't know if Valentine investigated Galahad's identity or if he's plotting something, but I'm more inclined to believe the latter."

Chen Jiajun said with amusement, "The way you're acting is like you're enjoying the show!"

“If they can handle it themselves, that would be best! But if not, we’re always ready to give them a push!” Silva said calmly.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "As long as you know it, that's fine!"

As they were talking, Chen Jiajun's expression suddenly changed.

Silva quickly asked, "Boss, what's wrong?"

"We have results from Orn's side!" Chen Jiajun immediately stood up and said, "Come on, come with me."

Valentine didn't waste any words, grabbed his clothes and walked over to Chen Jiajun's side.

Chen Jiajun used the system's teleportation function to directly send himself back to the Orn Laboratory in Brunei.

A dazzling blue magic circle flashed, and Chen Jiajun and Silva appeared in an open space in the laboratory.

Silva was always amazed whenever he used this ability with Chen Jiajun.

This ability to instantly traverse thousands of kilometers is Chen Jiajun's trump card.

He was able to enjoy this treatment entirely because of the trust Chen Jiajun had placed in him over the past ten years.

The researchers in the laboratory were not surprised by Chen Jiajun's sudden appearance.

The people here are top researchers, or rather... the smartest madmen.

Aside from showing a fervent interest in their own research topics, they are usually indifferent to other things, even ignoring Chen Jiajun and his group.

Chen Jiajun was already used to these people, after all, they could bring him endless wealth, and he didn't care about their "rudeness".

Led by the robot assistant, Chen Jiajun and Silva quickly arrived at Orn's office.

"Boss, you're here!" Orn took off the glasses he had developed and said with a serious expression, "I've looked at the SIM card you brought me. In addition to its basic functions, it does indeed have a backdoor."

"Do you know what it is?" Chen Jiajun asked curiously.

Orn nodded and said, "There's some research involved. Come with me!"

As he spoke, Orn led Chen Jiajun and Silva to another laboratory.

The laboratory was now empty, and inside a huge, transparent, sealed box were several white mice and a smartphone.

"Boss, look!" Orn said to Chen Jiajun, and then activated the backdoor in the SIM card.

Then a huge "V" icon lit up and seemed to be releasing some kind of noise to the surroundings.

Although Chen Jiajun and the others couldn't hear it, they could tell from the decibel meter next to the box.

Then a magical scene unfolded: the mice, which had been peacefully coexisting, changed instantly upon hearing the sound.

Their dark eyes suddenly turned red, and their entire bodies arched up in an attack posture.

Then, when the value reached the critical point, the two mice suddenly pounced on each other as if they had gone mad, their sharp teeth biting down hard on their own kind.

That was practically a fight to the death!

Before long, the two mice had a winner, and the smaller one was killed on the spot.

Without a target, the white mouse set its sights on the people outside the box, baring its teeth at them before pouncing and frantically biting at the box.

After reading it, Chen Jiajun's expression turned serious: "How did they manage to do that?"

"A device that controls brain signals, shutting down the body's inhibitory functions," Orn said calmly. "In other words, this thing can control everyone's aggressive impulses!"

"Hiss!" Chen Jiajun recalled this series of plans and knew what Valentine was up to.

From his doomsday rhetoric to distributing free SIM cards to kidnapping influential figures from various countries, it seems he's preparing to reshuffle the entire human race!
"He really is a madman!" Chen Jiajun said with a serious expression, "Is there any way to crack this system?"

Orn shook his head and said, "There's no way. This system can't be cracked. It seems they used biometric encryption. Even our top hackers can't hack into this guy's body, right?"

"However, I can create a backdoor to disable the backdoor within this chip! But it requires our telecommunications company's base station!"

Chen Jiajun understood what Orn meant: "So, at most, we can only save the people of Hong Kong and Brunei?"

“That’s right, that’s exactly what I mean!” Orn nodded.

……

Meanwhile, at one of Valentine's bases.

He stared at a huge control panel in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then placed his hand on it.

Valentine then made a painful face and complained to his head maid, "Damn it, it hurts like hell!"

The head maid shrugged and said, "You insisted on installing a biometric identification system. Couldn't you have just installed a button?"

"A button?" Valentine shook his head immediately after hearing this and said, "This is an extremely dangerous machine, and only a responsible and rational person like me can operate it! If it falls into the hands of bad guys, it will be terrible!"

As they were talking, the biometric identification system finally finished, and Valentine quickly said, "Phew, are we done? That hurt so much!"

"No, not yet!" the head maid said, turning on another device. "There's also the switch for the church test!"

"That thing can be fitted with a button; the range is very small," Valentine said, waving his hand.

That's right, Valentine plans to test his "purifier".

At least that's what he said.

And now we need a test subject, and that is Galahad.

After Galahad entered his mansion, Valentine knew his identity, and after installing a tracker, he was even more certain of his background.

Coincidentally, Valentine also needed a determined person to help him test the effectiveness of his "purifier".

So he deliberately set a trap, intending to lure Galahad to the church in Kentucky.

The results were quite good, and Galahad did indeed subsequently travel to Kentucky, USA, to investigate the wooded churches in the southern part of the state.

This forest church was originally an unknown place, and there were hardly any people who came to attend Mass.

However, the church has changed since an extremist pastor from one of the denominations came to power.

This guy is an absolute extreme conservative in America, the right wing among the right, and a spokesperson for rednecks.

After gaining a wave of support through religion, and even acquiring a considerable amount of money and the support of some members of parliament, they tasted success and then formed this hate group.

The plan is to brainwash those American right-wing fools and make them obediently become pawns they can manipulate at will.

It is already showing signs of developing into a cult.

But this is not surprising. In free America, what kind of cults don't exist?
The famous Church of Scientology is still thriving in Hollywood!
When Galahad arrived at the forest church, the pastor was giving a passionate sermon.

"I'm telling you, look at this world!"

"Watch out for the gallows! Watch out for the gallows! Amen!"

“Floods have shed the blood of innocent people, and yet some people still doubt whether this is God’s wrath?”

“Our corrupt government condones prostitution, divorce, and abortion, and yet some people are questioning whether this is the work of a false Christ.”

Every word the pastor spoke elicited cheers from the audience.

The entire church was filled with a frenzied atmosphere, which made Galahad very uncomfortable.

Merlin heard everything clearly over the communication and quipped, "That's very well said, but did you see Valentine?"

Galahad didn't say anything, but after glancing around, he prepared to get up and leave.

Since Valentine wasn't here, he decided to investigate elsewhere.

However, he was unaware that he had fallen into a trap.

Meanwhile, Valentine, whom he was looking for, was in a house not far from the church, observing everything happening inside the church with surveillance equipment.

However, when Galahad was about to leave, he encountered trouble.

To be called an extremist group, the people here are naturally not normal.

Seeing Galahad about to leave, a middle-aged woman next to him immediately looked at him coldly and asked, "Where are you going?"

Seeing that Galahad didn't speak, she simply blocked his way: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Galahad already disliked such extremist groups, and now that he couldn't find Valentine, he was even more agitated. So he said directly to the woman, "I am a Catholic woman having an affair with a Jewish black man who works at a military abortion clinic. Long live Satan! Have a pleasant afternoon, madam!"

Galahad's short sentence was like dancing on the extremist group's sore spot. It left the middle-aged woman speechless.

Galahad took the opportunity to walk around the woman and prepared to leave the church.

……

Meanwhile, in a nearby house...

Valentine, who was monitoring the situation, saw Galahad preparing to leave.

"Oh my god, he's leaving, I have to start the experiment right away!" Valentine immediately pressed the switch on the instrument.

This thing is a scaled-down version of what's in his base, and its influence is very limited, which is why he chose such a remote place to conduct the experiment.

Valentine muttered, "I hope they all got our SIM cards."

As Valentine pressed the switch, many people inside the church heard alarm-like sounds from their cell phones.

They took out their phones and found that an app had silently started up.

The bewildered middle-aged woman chased after Galahad, shouting insults: "You heretic, you'll never leave this church! Their descendants will devour you, the blood of the Lord will drown you, the Lord will not save you..."

Normally, Galahad would not pay any attention to this kind of person.

But today, Galahad feels like all he wants to do is kill.

It was as if there was a volcano about to erupt in his chest, ready to engulf his reason at any moment.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding believers also stood up, looking at Galahad with ill intent.

Just as the alarm frequency reached its peak.

Galahad's sanity collapsed.

He stopped in his tracks, pulled his sidearm from his pocket, and pressed it against the middle-aged woman's head.

"Bah!"

A gunshot rang out, and Galahad immediately pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced the middle-aged woman's forehead, sending blood splattering everywhere.

This situation seemed to have triggered some kind of switch, and soon everyone in the church began attacking each other.

Moreover, these are not ordinary attacks; they are all aimed at killing people.

"Galahad, Galahad, what's wrong with you?" Merlin called out to Galahad through the communication system.

But Galahad is not responding at all; he is just firing his gun and killing the cultists who are charging at him.

As a member of a top-tier special agent, this guy naturally has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

His combat power was even comparable to, or no less than, that of Reinhardt, whom Chen Jiajun had encountered.

He could make even a pistol look amazing in his hands, not to mention all sorts of other amazing equipment.

The believers inside the church were, after all, just ordinary people, and no one paid any attention to Galahad in the midst of the chaos.

They were all busy fighting with people nearby, using every means possible.

Some were carrying guns, some were carrying knives, and some even grabbed fire axes and billiard cues.

He would grab whatever was available and throw it at the people next to him.

His frenzied state was even more terrifying than before.

Galahad, this human weapon of mass destruction, is like a meat grinder.

Anyone who ever appeared before him was killed instantly by him using bizarre and unorthodox methods.

The scene was absolutely breathtaking.

Valentine, the mastermind behind it all, couldn't stand it.

Although this guy is a major villain, he has a weakness for being afraid of blood; he can't help but vomit whenever he sees blood.

So he simply summoned his head maid to keep an eye on the surveillance in his place.

Little did they know, they weren't the only ones eyeing the church.

Silva had been keeping a close eye on the Ace Agents, and Galahad's investigation of the forest church was naturally not out of his sight.

Silva quickly realized it was a trap, but he had no intention of warning Galahad.

After all, he and Chen Jiajun also wanted to see just how far the SIM card issued by Valentine could go.

Chen Jiajun had already witnessed the power of this thing in Orn's laboratory, but the power of a single SIM card was too small.

At most, it could only drive an ordinary person insane, but Chen Jiajun's men were completely immune to it.

Seeing this, Chen Jiajun couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, this thing can actually stack its effects?"

Silva nodded solemnly. After all, Galahad, as a top agent, shouldn't be unable to control his emotions. There was only one explanation for making someone like him go crazy.

The special frequencies emitted by these SIM cards can even have superimposed effects.

The massacre inside the church was drawing to a close. After Galahad killed several people at once with a hand grenade that looked like a lighter, there were not many people left in the church.

These guys killed their opponents and then pounced on Galahad.

By this time, Galahad had used up most of his tools, and the pistol he had taken from someone else was also out of bullets.

But he immediately removed the gun casing, exposing the barrel, and with a backhand strike, shoved the barrel hard into the eye socket of a guy who lunged at him.

Although he had eliminated the person who threatened him, he was hit hard in the back with a pool cue.

Galahad immediately turned around, snatched the pool cue, and smashed it hard into the man's temple.

Then they broke the pool cue in half, one piece piercing the man's abdomen, while the remaining sharp piece went straight into the neck of the charging priest.

When everything had settled down, Galahad discovered that there was no one alive in the entire church except himself.

Although he was covered in blood, his injuries were not serious.

Only now has he realized one thing: he has fallen into a trap.

Staggering out of the church, he found Valentine waiting there with his mercenaries.

Galahad raised his hands and said to Valentine, "What did you do to me? I couldn't control myself! I killed them all, and it was voluntary!"

Valentine laughed and said, "Very clever, isn't it? Simply put, it emits neural electrical signals that greatly stimulate a person's aggression and shut down the body's inhibitory functions!"

"You mean one of those disgusting free SIM cards of yours?" Galahad realized why Valentine was suddenly doing such a big charity.

Valentine walked over to Galahad and said, "You know what this is like? It's like an old movie we all love to watch. Now I'm going to tell you my plan and kill you in some weird way, but you'll come up with an equally brilliant way to escape."

“I think it’s good!” Galahad said casually.

“But this isn’t one of those movies!” Valentine said, pulling out a pistol and aiming it at Galahad’s head before pulling the trigger.

With a bang, the ace agent fell to the ground.

Merlin, who was monitoring the situation, was stunned. He never expected that a seasoned veteran agent would die in this way.

The bullet shattered Galahad's glasses and went straight into his eye socket.

In a situation like this, even a god couldn't save you.

However, Valentine, who killed Galahad, covered his mouth with his hand and almost vomited.

It seems his "hemophobia" wasn't just a joke.

"Is he dead?" Valentine asked his head maid.

The head maid glanced at Galahad's corpse and said, "Shooting someone in the head usually kills them. Feels good, doesn't it?"

But Valentine shook his head and said, "No, not at all! It feels terrible!"

"What? You killed so many people in the church!" The head maid looked at Valentine with a strange expression: "This is only one."

“No, no, no, those people were killing each other,” Valentine directly denied the head maid’s words.

This extreme bastard always thought he was doing something great.

“Alright, get our party ready. We need to go see Mr. Chen first.” Valentine didn’t want to continue this topic, so he said to the head maid.

The head maid nodded, a charming smile spreading across her face. (End of Chapter)