Hong Kong variety show: An undercover agent from Infernal Affairs? I'm not human anymore!

“Mr. Ethan, I’ve been talking to you for eight days. You’re bound to slip up eventually.” Operator Number 8’s voice was still gentle, but it made Ethan feel incredibly cold.

Gentle? That's a venomous snake!

Ethan hung up the phone and tried calling his teammates, but he couldn't get through no matter how many times he tried.

His heart was in turmoil!

Ethan dialed back, gritting his teeth: "Tell me, what do you want?"

Operator #8, Gentle: "Mr. Ethan probably didn't report this, did he?"

Ethan: "No."

Operator #8: "Very good. If it gets reported, then the situation will be out of your control."

Ethan, barely containing his anger, said, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Operator 8: "You're wearing a mask and have become one of ours. Our Giant God Group is very interested in your technology."

Ethan: "…………"

He had already figured out the Giant God Group's goals.

Once the Giant God Group acquires this technology, kidnapping will become much easier, making the Giant God Group even more powerful!

Ethan: "Impossible!"

Operator No. 8: "Don't rush to refuse. Our Giant God Group needs to acquire this technology and equipment, and you need to save your friends."

Ethan: "…………"

Finally, he nodded: "Okay! I agree!"

He's too confident!

The Giant God Group had no idea of ​​his capabilities. He had accomplished countless seemingly impossible missions. Within the CIA, he was a legendary figure!

He felt he had many ways to not only save his friends, but also to make the enemy lose more than they gain!

He is very confident.

Should we tell Jim?

Finally, Ethan weighed the options: Jim had always been supportive of them like an elder, and Jim was Blair's husband.

and so.

Ethan decided to tell Jim about it.

……

……

At this time,

Jim's villa, study.

Jim was pale as he stared at a strange, mysterious man sitting in his usual office chair.

— Salesperson No. 1032 from Giant God Group!

"How did your Giant God Group discover this?"

Jim swore that only he and his wife Claire knew about his betrayal of CIA intelligence to enemy countries.

He wasn't initially planning to do this, but his wife Claire was, and she dragged him into it. He got deeper and deeper into it, and there was no way to save him. This time, the CIA even suspected him of being a mole and started assigning him tasks to investigate and find out who the mole was.

If the Giant God Group hadn't staged a second operation, he would have already sent Ethan's team to Eastern Europe to frame Ethan as a mole.

“Heh, it’s a secret!” Salesman No. 1032 chuckled.

"Speak, what do you want?" Jim was helpless. The Giant God Group could not only blackmail him with secrets, but also kill him at any time, so he had no choice but to compromise.

"Our Giant God Group has taken a liking to your IMF's technology, such as that mask-printing machine and that miniature camera that can be placed on glasses..."

Jim's expression changed.

He immediately realized that what the Giant God Group really wanted was probably the mask-printing machine!

"I'm afraid I'll be alone..."

"No, we don't need you! You have a much greater purpose!"

"??"

“We’ve already assigned your best agents to steal these technologies… so we don’t need you.”

Jim's expression changed: "Why? How could he?"

Salesman No. 1032 scoffed, "Hmph, you know nothing about the strength of our Giant God Group! In just a few hours, everyone in the IMF team has been captured, including your wife!"

Jim was so shocked that he was speechless.

So outrageous?

Salesperson No. 1032: "Next, all you have to do is pretend you know nothing and quietly cooperate with Ethan."

Jim nodded: "Okay!"

Salesperson No. 1032: "Moreover, as long as our Giant God Group doesn't tell the outside world that we have this technology, or that this technology belongs to your side, then you can rest easy."

Jim didn't believe it.

Salesperson No. 1032 smiled and said, "Furthermore, with Mr. Jim's qualifications, he is perfectly capable of becoming a VIP member of our Giant God Group!"

Jim: "???"

What the hell?

We were just enemies, and now you're telling me I can become a VIP member of the Giant God Group?

Salesperson #1032 became enthusiastic: "Let me introduce our Giant God Group's business to you, Mr. Jim, including money laundering..."

They went on and on about it.

Jim's first thought was: Money laundering? I think I really need that!

Salesperson #1032 added, "We offer two ways to make money for clients like Mr. Jim, which can earn tens of millions of dollars at once, and if you're feeling bold, hundreds of millions or even millions of dollars!"

Jim: "!!!!"

I really wanted to yell, "Explain in detail!"

But out of modesty, I was too embarrassed to ask.

Looking at salesperson number 1032, I roared in my heart: Speak up!

Salesman No. 1032 suddenly smiled, his tone as warm and friendly as a gentle breeze: "The first way to make money is for our Giant God Group to kidnap you and then extort money from the CIA."

Jim's eyes lit up.

Surprised!

Holy crap, you can do that? I'm binding myself?

"How much do you value yourself? Ten million dollars?"

“1000 million US dollars?” After thinking for a moment, Jim shook his head.

“I may not be worth $1000 million. Although I am the leader of the IMF, there are many people who want to replace me, and many people would rather be dead.”

"No, no, no, you're thinking wrong. You can add the value of your intelligence. If our Giant God Group threatens the CIA, saying that if they don't pay, we'll force them to reveal their intelligence and then let the whole world know."

"!!!"

Jim's eyes lit up again.

I never imagined it could be done like this!

I looked at the salesman from Giant God Group with admiration. No wonder it's Giant God Group, they're really wicked!

Jim thought for a moment: "In that case, I think I'm worth at least $1 million!"

The salesman clapped and laughed: "Great! You're worth 1 million US dollars, so we have a basis for cooperation! You should trust the reputation of my Giant God Group."

Jim nodded: "The reputation of your Giant God Group is indeed evident to all!"

If the average person knew this, they would be shocked.

A prestigious CIA department actually believes that ruthless bandits are trustworthy? What a ridiculous joke!

But Jim genuinely believed that the Giant God Group's reputation was trustworthy.

Salesperson: "According to the rules of our Giant God Group, before the kidnapping, we can give you an advance payment of 5000 million US dollars. After the kidnapping, we will refund any overpayment or make up any underpayment."

$5000 million...

Jim couldn't help but think about how he had worked so hard to sell intelligence to the enemy country, only to receive a few hundred thousand dollars...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shed tears.

That's so shabby!

(Ethan was suspected of being an inside man and was investigated because his parents received $12 in unexplained money transfers.)

Jim held out his hand: "I'm really looking forward to this collaboration!"

The salesperson smiled and shook hands: "I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

Deal done!

The evil forces chatted and laughed as if nothing had happened!

Jim asked curiously, "What's the second opportunity to make a fortune?"

The salesman became serious: "Our business is called 'When We Get Rich, We Help Each Other.' It means you find a higher-value target, kidnap them, and then you get half of the money you extort!"

Jim's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "This is great! I have lots of friends! And they're all millionaires!"

(Jim's friends: "…………Excuse me? We treated you as a friend, but you used us to make money for yourself?)

Jim took out a wine glass and retrieved a bottle of fine wine he had treasured for a long time from the wine cabinet: "Salesman, this is one of the best wines in my collection. Let's enjoy it together!"

Then, the two began to savor the wine.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"