Chapter 52 Transaction

In Paris, Bai Jiade was hugging the beautiful girl who was as beautiful as a flower. In the basement of a certain Royal Air Force, Chekov was opening his bitter eyelids, blinking his little eyes, and staring blankly at the coffee and bread in front of him. He moved his stiff neck and raised his head. M was sitting less than three meters away from him and smilingly looked at him. Behind M, four agents in black clothes, black tie and black sunglasses stood solemnly with their hands behind their backs.

Chekov spread his hands: "Ha, my dear beautiful lady, you kidnapped me? Oh my God, I, Chekov, have no money to redeem me, you must have found the wrong person. Look at me, it doesn't look like I've been abandoned after having a one-night stand with you. You can't take revenge on my unfaithful heart..."

An agent came up and punched Chekov hard, making Chekov deeply understand that the boss said that the big fist was the boss. He immediately closed his mouth and looked at M pitifully, muttering: "I used to be playing a little girl in Japan, but now I have to face a lady and four bastards. Who did I offend? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Even though M has experienced many battles and has seen countless scumbags and scoundrels, Chekov’s impression on her is unique and profound. M smiled bitterly: “Dear young man, I am not a lady. Maybe you should call me Mrs. M, or the wife of the director of MI6. Oh, do you understand my identity? Maybe this will help our conversation and will not produce some bad results for you.”

Chekov widened his eyes: "You are their new boss? It's strange, it's not so good...Tsk tsk... Forget it, old lady, I don't have the heart to play with you. I am a free man. You kidnapped me and even had to try me secretly. I will ask a lawyer to talk to you. Oh, how are you going to deal with me? Hum? Beat? Electric shock? Inject medicine? Or seduce me like last time? Forget it, seduce me is almost the same. I will be finished in less than an hour."

M smiled: "No, Mr. Chekov, medicine is very developed now. If you endure a little pain, you won't die soon. What I want is your confession. As for whether you die or live after you spit out the confession, it has nothing to do with me... I am different from my inauguration. He cares about your life, but I don't care. You are dead, but your companions are still alive, and I can still find clues."

Chekov changed his face.

M looked at the huge psychological pressure that his words had caused to Chekov: "Dear, do you understand now? Only an incompetent bastard will talk about conditions with people like you. I am different. I like to use the most direct and effective means to get what I want. Perhaps, you will tell me now that you have sniped our financial market and raised more than 300 billion liquidity, right?"

Chekov grinded his teeth and lay down to the sky, muttering in his heart: "Instead of being killed by you, I am more afraid of being killed by the boss. If you kill me, the boss will avenge me, but if I am killed by the boss, I will die in vain... I am not a waste of my life."

Chekov was also helpless. He only knew that Fatadio and his group had taken away the funds that Fatadio and his group had absolutely no outrageous amount of 300 billion yuan. God knows how many organizations joined the British market later. Chekov once monitored three abnormal capital flows. However, Chekov understood that M would not believe it or she was unwilling to believe it. What she asked was to find out everyone, but Chekov did not know so much? He had to shut up.

M shook his head and sighed, "It's so rude, Mr. Chekov, I think you should change the place and some people will be happy to entertain you."

Chekov looked at her viciously and said coldly: "Ha, you do the same in the Middle East, right? Well? Use torture and ill-treatment to find a confession? Ha, you are so great and so capable."

M nodded gently, stood up, and his gray eyes turned: "Maybe, are you willing to tell me something now? Hum? Who is that master?"

Chekov closed his eyes: "Whatever you want, but you'd better not kill me quickly, otherwise you will regret it. I swear, you will regret it."

M shook his head: "Take him over, the first aid team is always on standby. I want him to be alive within half a month... Oh, Chinese guy, what would you do?"

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Yi Chen stroked his jade pendant and closed his eyes gently. A trace of silver light shone out from his body. His powerful divine thoughts rushed out in several specific directions according to the map he had just seen. Rivers and mountains appeared in his mind. Well, several fighter jets appeared in the sensing area.

Yi Chen tried hard to follow these fighters, but suddenly his eyes went dark and his sensing range had reached the end.

Yi Chen was so depressed that he had already improved to a certain level, but he still didn't seem strong enough. If it were Tian Xinzi, the soul and spirit baby could swim around the entire earth in an instant with his eyes closed. If he had such cultivation... Alas, it's a pity, I don't know how many hundred years it would take to reach that level.

When Feili saw Yi Chen slowly standing up, she hurried over: "Boss, have you found Chekov?"

Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "No, my divine consciousness is still not strong enough. Well, it is not a solution to continue to find this way. According to what Zhang told me, M is very ruthless. I'm afraid Chekov is enjoying a big meal now. Well, I think we need to visit M."

Fei Li widened her eyes: "Boss, are you crazy? Let's go visit her? First, we are the underworld, she is the whitest kind of white. Second, her identity will not meet us."

Yi Chen shook his head: "No, she meets me... I can't let Chekov stay in her hands like this. Chekov has been with me for so long. Although he often causes trouble, after all, he has feelings and I will be responsible for his life. And M, she will be very happy to see me... I admit defeat in this hand, haha, I don't have to accompany the chips anyway."

Philey shrugged: "Boss, we have no bargaining chips except ourselves."

Yi Chen shook his head fiercely: "Wrong, remember what Fatadio said? Their bullshit experts noticed that there were several other forces in the market, so we just chose a few of them to sell them to M."

Philei shook her head: "But we have no evidence to prove that they did it."

Yi Chen smiled and hugged her and walked out: "Don't worry, we don't need evidence, we don't need it, right? Don't worry, I probably understand what to do. At worst, I can find another scapegoat. How about we betray Wiggins? Just because he manipulates the gambling horse and the amount of illegal profits can he be allowed to squat in the cell for the rest of his life."

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In just fifteen minutes, Chekov was pulled out three toenails, smashed a little toe, and lost about two taels of flesh on his butt. At the same time, he was coated with a layer of yellow potion that strongly stimulates the nerves.

Chekov screamed repeatedly. In the end, he could not tell whether he was screaming because of the pain or because he was too happy, and couldn't help but scream. Anyway, his voice shocked the entire torture room. After squinting his eyes slightly, M actually felt that Chekov was a little addicted to such crazy roars.

A soldier with his upper body slowly approached Chekov, with a huge syringe on his hand, and the thick needle flashed with a cold light.

An agent explained to Chekov with an almost climax: "This syringe will first extract a small piece of your fat and then inject a little special filler there. By the way, it is something like a woman's breast augmentation. It will slowly erode your muscles, causing ten times the volume of muscle to stiffen in just three hours, then swell, rot, suppurate, and finally turn yellow liquid to flow out. The process is very wonderful because the nerves in that part of your tissue are also corroded, very painful, I promise, very painful."

M Huan picked up his hands and nodded and said, "Mr. Chekov, don't you say it yet? This is just the beginning... Oh, the few hackers with you, they returned to Russia, but now they have become idiots... Yes, their brains have been affected by some strange drug, and now they have become idiots, and they can't remember anything... Look, your boss, I mean, the boss behind the scenes, doesn't seem to be very good to you."

A special agent's phone rang suddenly. After answering a sentence, he handed it to M: "Boss, that Chinese man came to you and said there are very important things to report." His face was a strange smile: "The receptionist in the hall said... he always claimed that he was a pure and good citizen of the British Empire. Out of the honor of a gentleman, he came to report to us... He asked to see you."

M slapped heavily and took the phone: "Dear baby, you can receive Mr. Yi well, I'll be back soon."

She turned around and said to Chekov: "Dear, it seems that you are not worth it in your boss's mind... It seems that your boss and I will have a deal that both parties are satisfied with. Of course, you don't have to continue to suffer."

Chekov smiled, and his little eyes emitted a vicious light like a cobra. M's heart was a little numb. He glared at Chekov fiercely, and took the people out, and said: "Put him down, and then treat him well... Sorry, Mr. Chekov, this is my responsibility."

In a corner of the lobby of the temporary headquarters of MI6, a row of twenty-eight agents were carefully monitoring Yi Chen. In the passages near the lobby, there were some gun-carrying figures flashing from time to time.

Yi Chen was wearing a snow-white suit, smiling, and playing with his jade pendant lightly. He was alone, but for some reason, the entire MI6 became a little nervous.

These little agents are not fools. On weekdays, they have learned to observe their words and expressions. The names they hear from their bosses can always leave a deep impression on them. Unfortunately, Yi Chen is the one who often hangs in their bosses' mouths recently. Moreover, for a person who comes to find his immediate boss for no reason, these little agents will not be careless no matter what, let alone the boss agrees to see him?

David secretly exposed his head from a passage. Yi Chen shook his head slightly and glared at him. David immediately shook his head back.

Yi Chen smiled and reached into the inner bag of his clothes. He immediately pointed his twenty-eight pistols at him.

Yi Chen slowly took out a big cigar and said helplessly: "Gentlemen, don't be too nervous, okay? This gentleman, please light a fire for me." An agent with a slightly yellowed finger took out the lighter with a reluctant face and set fire to Yi Chen.

Yi Chen ignored the no-smoking sign on the wall, and these agents didn't seem to notice it. Yi Chen smiled at the agent who put the lighter in his pocket: "Just graduated? Huh? Ha, do you like that song? That soundofsilence? Ha, my girlfriend likes it very much, forcing me to like it too."

The agent nodded instinctively: "Yes, Oxford University..." He suddenly shut up, his eyes full of confusion: "When will I graduate, what does it have to do with you?"

M led the people in big strides, and she laughed loudly: "Sir, okay, okay, don't tease these freshbirds, huh? They are not your opponents, you, it's so embarrassing, so many people are watching one person? God... what is that? What is that? You group..." M pointed angrily at a suitcase in the other corner of the hall.

Yi Chen kept laughing, and an agent hurriedly walked towards the suitcase of M-finite. As soon as his hand touched the handle, the suitcase automatically popped up, and a faint blue smoke and a faint explosion sound came out from it.

Yi Chen applauded: "If there is a box of plastic medicine inside, hehehehehehehehe, are you going to change the headquarters? The terrorists nowadays are so hateful. It would be fine if they really bomb the building, but now they are actually teasing our law enforcement agencies."

M looked at Yi Chen: "Yi, we are not law enforcement agencies, do you understand? We are not Scotland Yard."

Yi Chen stood up and muttered, "Please lead the way. You are the boss here... Anyway, I think Scotland Yard is better than here, at least their headquarters has not been blown up... It's almost the same, you can catch people anyway."

M's hand was a little shaking, but she suddenly laughed and looked much more relaxed. She reached out to signal Yi Chen to follow her, and then whispered: "Yi, you didn't come to humiliate me this time, right? Well? I admit that my subordinates are a little bit not very capable, but since you are a pure and good citizen of the British Empire, you shouldn't tease them like this, right?"

Yi Chen blew up smoke and muttered, "Yes, I am a good citizen of the British Empire, so I want to donate ten million US dollars."

M looked at him strangely: "Hmm?"

Yi Chen raised his index finger with his right hand: "Dear grandmother, 100 million US dollars, let me go? OK OK, I won't cause trouble for you, my life experience is innocent."

M pressed the elevator button: "Innocence in life? Your jazz title was not obtained through legitimate channels, right? If you are not innocent, you are not innocent at all. Will an innocent businessman tell me, the director of the MI6 department, 100 million US dollars?"

Yi Chen shook his index finger back in grievance, and his middle finger secretly appeared. Then he put down his hand honestly in M's sharp eyes, vomited a cigarette ring and said, "Come on, my dear, are you not satisfied? But I have no money anymore. In order to get your understanding, in order to avoid being copied when I drive in the future, and in order not to worry about being photographed secretly when I sleep, I will pay 100 million US dollars."

M walked into the elevator and snorted: "Don't even think about it, 100 million US dollars? Not enough for our week's funding. It's not worth it, sir, not worth it... I mean, that bastard Chekov is not worth it, he is worth ten yuan at most."

Yi Chen followed into the elevator and maliciously spit a thick smoke at the female clerk inside, muttering, "Chekov? You are insulting people. Although he is a pile of garbage, he is finally valuable than a roll of toilet paper."

The female clerk looked at Yi Chen in panic, and pointed at the elevator door without hesitation, and she hurriedly walked out.

Yi Chen showed a perverted face: "Oh, her legs are very beautiful. Fortunately, you are not a male, otherwise I would doubt why you would hire such a beautiful clerk."

M almost fell down, reached out and pressed the elevator button, and asked the elevator door to close tightly, and then didn't press the floor. He just looked at Yi Chen: "Okay, it's very quiet here. I think we can talk about some confidential things... Well, bastard, turn off the monitor, yes, turn it off, otherwise you can go to the street to sleep tomorrow."

The two cameras in the elevator quickly deflected.

M nodded: "Okay, let's talk about it, 100 million US dollars? That's definitely not enough. Sir, show your sincerity and tell me, what price are you going to exchange for Chekov? Of course, I'm a sensible person, and I won't ask you to hand over the bastard behind you."

Yi Chen took out another cigar and handed it to M. M. He shook his head firmly: "Smoking is harmful to health, sir, and." She pointed to the sign that smoking is strictly prohibited in the elevator. Yi Chen pouted, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and lit the cigar herself.

M looked at Yi Chen calmly. Yi Chen sucked the clouds and spitted three cigars, making the light in the elevator dim. Seeing that M was still in the cold expression, he reluctantly threw down the cigarette butt, took out the fifth big cigar, and lit it and said, "Quantum Fund, come on, you know, Quantum Fund, they have taken away a lot of money."

M breathed a sigh of relief and slowly vomited out: "I know that the old bastard is a good player, but I don't want him. You understand... Tell me, what do you know."

Yi Chen thought nervously. Fatadio had talked to him about related matters. When those forces entered the British market, they seemed to not avoid Fatadio and the others. So, is Fatadio in contact with them? No matter what, there should be no. Yali would not be so stupid. Everyone knows this kind of thing. If you want to say hello to each other and say, "Hey, we are going to grab as much as possible." Then they are idiots.

Yi Chen spit out a few words: "Then, South African consortium."

M looked at him: "South Africa?"

Yi Chen leaned easily on the elevator wall and spit out a mouthful of smoke: "They have money, their economy has developed, they have diamonds, non-ferrous metals, oil, they have everything, of course, they don't mind getting some pocket money from the UK."

M nodded: "And."

Yi Chen waved his hand: "Forget it, I just want Chekov. It's very fair to change a person with a fucking information."

M looked at him, nodded, and said coldly: "The remaining information, if we don't pursue your affairs, sir, transaction, this is a transaction... You won't really think you are innocent, right? Just because you entered the country illegally five years ago, I can let you go to prison, so don't talk about other illegal acts... Of course, you are a respected jazz now... I really want to maintain a good relationship with a social 'elite' like you."

Yi Chen sprayed a puff of smoke on M's face without any etiquette: "Really? Don't pursue me? Including what happened just now?"

M bit his lip: "Yes, sir, don't pursue it. Except for your boss behind it, let's explain everyone, we can recover most of the losses, right? It's worth it, and it's worth it to you and me."

Yi Chen shook his head: "I don't necessarily know, right?"

M smiled: "Dear young man, the underground world has their own rules. We cannot discover certain things or people. But you must know that when you snipe our market, you must have had contact with each other. I mean, that kind of account between accounts."

Yi Chen raised his left hand: "God, I haven't sniped your market."

M said hurriedly: "I didn't say to you, okay, tell me, maybe, I'm going to cancel this deal, the air here is very bad, and I'm in a very bad mood."

Yi Chen vomited a few sips of cigarettes: "The Japanese Mitsubishi Consortium, the other people are alive, who knows? Anyway, the Japanese have not missed this opportunity... Then, the most fierce one is within you..."

M opened his mouth wide: "Ahhh, our inside...yes, I wonder why such a big storm suddenly caused? Yes, the people inside us told me that it was the ungrateful person raised by that bitch?"

Yi Chen muttered: "You have covered him up, he applied for political refuge, and then you have sheltered him... Ha, he is a big shot now... There is no evidence, you can't touch him... Of course, I can provide evidence. He passed a private bank, hehe, the shareholder behind that bank is him, you can check the accounts, so that you may find something."

M smashed the elevator door heavily with his free left hand: "Ha, I know, damn, unreliable Russian... Okay, that's all?"

Yi Chen smiled bitterly: "Do you think I am God? Okay, okay, I told you about the situation of these three forces. I have taken a lot of risks. They may send someone to kill me at any time."

M shook his head: "Don't worry, unless they kill me first, they won't know."

Yi Chen threw down the cigarette butt and took out a cigar again: "Ha, that's great, I'm so grateful, so, is the deal completed? Let Chekov go, I'm going to see a Russian slutty who is scattered and jumping back to my Chinatown."

M could no longer bear it, and snatched his cigar with one hand and squeezed it into pieces: "Smoking is harmful to health, especially when the lady is present, has your mother not taught you this?"
To be continued...