Yi Chen was in the room for a day. He asked about all the relationships on the road, and all the guys shook their heads at Phil: "There is no news, no annoying people were stolen. Dear Mr. Phil, maybe you should monitor the airport, some special planes can send people in."

Phil did not hide these old relationships. He told them directly that Chekov might have been arrested by the Military Intelligence Bureau. Of course, the reason was changed, and he said that his boss helped smuggle arms, but was targeted by those guys. These guys responded with deep sympathy without exception, and then tried their best to help out suggestions. If Yi Chen was really caught, they would pull out the radish and bring out the mud, which would not be good for anyone.

But they did not have any news. The MI6 agents gave Chekov a strange shot of medicine, turning Chekov into a cute hibernating baby bear, and all their physiological functions were reduced to the minimum. Then an import and export company controlled by the Military Intelligence Bureau imported a batch of deep-sea fish from Japan. Chekov was put into an insulated crock and hid in the freezer.

Everything is in accordance with the procedures and there is no place for any violation, so naturally there is no clue in these gangster relationships. They are suspected of transporting goods from illegal channels. When the British customs personnel checked the refrigerator, they also used advanced detection instruments. Unfortunately, Chekov's temperature dropped to an extremely low point. The detector looked like a huge tuna. Without any obstacles, Chekov was transported to the Royal Air Force Base in the suburbs of London.

M looked at Chekov, who was still sleeping, with satisfaction: "Thank me to my friends from the CIA. They have provided clues and are still going to take the blame for us now... Are you sure you didn't kill the person in the RV?"

Several agents who carried out the operation shook their heads quickly: "No, boss, we only arrested Chekov. The person in the RV, according to Mr. Second Secretary's judgment, was the fox party this kid was looking for, and it had no value... Did something happen?"

M locked his eyebrows deeply: "No matter what they are... the four girls who were accomplicing their friends had their necks broken, right in that RV, but according to your report, there are two men, who are missing. Did Chekov go to Japan not to avoid the limelight, but to have other matters to contact? That's really a headache. You must have been discovered when you act. In order to keep the secret, the two people had to silence them."

Several agents looked at each other helplessly.

M chuckled: "Okay, gentlemen, don't be nervous. I don't mean to blame you. My order is to bring Chekov here. Now that your mission has been completed, I am very satisfied. Do you want a bonus or a holiday? I hope it's a bonus. I lack people at the moment, so I can't give you a holiday... I'll be like a gentleman who has taken the initiative to ask for a bonus... Go back to your post, don't waste time."

The gray eyes turned slightly a few times, and M showed a naughty smile: "Dear Chinese young man, what are you going to do? Attack the military base? Hahaha, I'm afraid there is no such crazy gangster leader in the world yet?"

He took out his cell phone and M dialed David's inside line: "Mr. David, you don't have to arrange the arrest of Chekov. Yes, a Japanese colleague has already caught him... You now carefully investigate the main messenger behind this incident. Yes, that's it. To investigate the background of those Russians, you'd better try to check the accounts of several major Swiss banks to see if there is any particularly huge amount of funds transferred. Well, I wish you good luck, my dear."

M hung up his phone and took a breath: "These young men are really unreliable. Why can't we hold back so much? Do you have to let me, the old woman, take care of everything?" She glanced at the dozen subordinates behind her majestic: "Gentlemen, now work, send Mr. Chekov into the basement. When he wakes up, I will come to interrogate him in person."

She added: "Fifty people who seemed to be special forces attacked a house in Tokyo? It's very interesting. You'd better start. I want to understand who launched this attack... Our Chekov boy was not far from that place at that time, didn't they? I want to understand, do they have any connection? Gentlemen, this is your job... Accelerate efficiency and efficiency, don't always let your peers laugh at the slow aristocratic style of our British people. We are not nobles, I hope you understand."

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David was sitting in his office, trembling all over, and sweat from his forehead oozed out. Chekov was arrested, Yi Chen would definitely not let him go. He must do something. God, if something happened to Yi Chen, the first one who was unlucky was himself... Chekov was not at the temporary headquarters, and if someone was sent here, he would know no matter what. But he was not here now, then there was only one possibility, he was placed in the military base. This old woman M had a good relationship with the military. No, she was still from the military headquarters now. She must have sent Chekov that bastard into the military base for safety.

David covered his face, feeling despair in his heart. Mr. Zhang firmly controlled him. His wife and children are now traveling to China, but the money is a large trading company in China. If the matter is exposed, he will be finished immediately. Mr. Zhang is a devil, a more vicious devil than Yi Chen. Yi Chen just wants to sell some news to facilitate his expansion in the underworld. However, Zhang and Zhang actually forced himself to betray everyone, all the people in Europe controlled by their own places, the ambassadors, military officers, one secrets and other big figures of those countries, were forced to betray them all, and they are now all controlled by the Chinese intelligence system.

David knew that the things he did were enough to be secretly executed a hundred times. Mr. Zhang had just a few light words and one million dollars, and he was sold clean by himself... I think all his colleagues who came to China were celebrating it? But he was worried and restless here...

A man gently knocked on David's office door, and David immediately returned to normal. The cold sweat on his forehead also magically disappeared, and he said majestic: "Come in, is there anything wrong?"

A new subordinate, David, who was not even sure of his last name, came in and pointed at the phone on the table: "Boss, the phone number outside... that person is very anxious, but you... didn't answer the phone?"

David snorted coldly: "The boss is assigning a task. Do I dare to answer the private phone? Take it again..." The man nodded repeatedly, walked out, and closed the office door lightly. David sighed. It seemed that he was too tragic just now and ignored the outside phone.

He reached out and grabbed the phone. Yi Chen's cold voice came from the microphone: "Dear David, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I have prepared a table of Italian dishes. I hope you can enjoy the food." Then Yi Chen hung up the phone.

David almost shouted out loud: "I don't know anything, I don't know where Chekov is..."

David had the urge to pull out his pistol and add a transparent hole to his head. Damn, Yi Chen, isn't letting him live? He is not a cow, and he can squeeze him endlessly. M wanted to investigate the Russians' background, but if he found out, he would definitely bring out Yi Chen. As long as Yi Chen was finished, he would follow him, so he would never find out that the Russians came. But if he did nothing for a long time, he would not sit in this position for a long time. If he got off the stage, Mr. Zhang would definitely be unsatisfied...

"God, teach me what should I do?" David wailed in his heart.

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Paris, Bai Jiade looked at the group of young men with satisfaction, and looked at the shock in their eyes with satisfaction. More than a dozen gorgeous silver statues, their eyes were inlaid with sapphires as he ordered, and everything was ready in just one day... Those who forged art were masters, and Bai Jiade knew this deeply... In particular, the statues with silver texture that could make the jade-covered silver look like sterling silver, Bai Jiade couldn't help but admire their craftsmanship.

Kane stood near Bai Jiade and according to what he explained in advance: "Sir, I've gone to arrange security work. I'll arrange someone by your side. Be careful, this is not your territory."

Bai Jiade nodded arrogantly and waved his hand to signal Kane to walk away. Two subordinates of the "Black Demon" came over and followed Bai Jiade, like two door gods.

The young master exclaimed in surprise: "God, dear Mr. Marquis, do you still have a fief?"

Bai Jiade shrugged helplessly: "Oh, a small piece of worthless territory, two or three lakes, a few hills, three ancient castles, that's all, those vineyards and winemaking workshops, I just retained them as a little bit of entertainment. Yes, it makes me feel happy. To be honest, whoever you want him? I can use cash to transfer it. Those territories can only earn less than 100,000 US dollars a year. I really want to settle in Paris, and they are useless."

A young man asked in a vain and asked: "So, Mr. Marquis, how much do you offer that territory?"

Bai Jiade said to himself: "Well, there was a winery in the vineyard and that workshop that once had a winery priced at 30 million yuan. An ancient castle. Some strange collectors bought all the cultural relics and artworks in it for 300 million US dollars. There was a large investment company who wanted to open a tourist attraction for those mountains and lakes. They negotiated with me for 170 million yuan, but I didn't agree."

Bai Jiade was joking here, making these young men widen their eyes and open their mouths, staring at the rich man who was shrouded in golden light. Finally, they understood that it was very irrational to inquire about the Marquis’s wealth. The leaked situation from his mouth was enough to make his pitiful pocket money feel ashamed.

So, a young man with a good relationship with Bai Jiade changed the topic: "Dear Marquis, your bodyguard leader, what did he do? Arrange security work? You are safe enough here and you don't need to add anything... Of course, if you are used to being surrounded by a thousand private army soldiers in your territory, then we can understand." His eyes were curious.

Bai Jiade waved his hand gracefully: "Oh, no, my dear, I don't value this pervertedness in my life... What is a person's life? I once fought with a tiger with a dagger and experienced the stimulation of life and death. This is what a man should do. I don't value my life, yes, that's it."

Everyone exclaimed: "God, are you fighting with the tiger?" His eyes were full of disbelief.

Bai Jiade handed the cane to the "Black Demon" soldiers behind him, slowly untied his shirt, and the terrible scars made by disguised masters appeared in front of all the young people. Bai Jiade looked arrogant: "Yes, I lay in my hospital for a month, and the poor little cat had his head cut off by me."

Bai Jiade covered his clothes, and the young men responded with envious and longing applause. Then, the guy just now: "So, why do you need to re-arrange the security guard? Look, there is not even a bodyguard around us, and Paris is a safe place."

Bai Jiade took the cane and danced a cane flower lightly, showing his profound attainments in the foil sword. He looked up slightly and said, "I? I will hold a grand dinner in these few days. Yes, a grand event that will let me officially enter the Paris social circle. If possible, I will invite all the celebrities to come out..."

The young man opened his mouth slightly, widened his eyes, and made a meaningful voice: "Oh..."

Bai Jiade bowed slightly: "I understand that I am not well-known or influential in Paris, but I have you dear friends, right? You will help me, aren't you? Dear gentlemen?"

The young master was happy and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, of course we will help you, why not? We are friends, and we are happy to see celebrities from Paris gathering together. This will definitely be the most attractive banquet this year. According to your big deal, we believe yes."

Kane walked over slowly and reported: "Sir, according to your request, our company mobilized 200 security guards to be responsible for the security guards at the banquet. I have surveyed all the blind spots to ensure absolute safety."

According to the habit of a nobleman, Bai Jiade nodded slightly to Kane, followed by an exaggerated and fancy gesture: "Gentlemen, please come in. I brought some wines here. These wines are produced in my small workshop. You can try the flavors. It has just arrived today. I asked them to choose the best goods. I hope you can like them... By the way, these wines were only for the people of my family to taste. Now, I hope to push them to the whole world. What you understand is that you must learn to manage so that you can live a long way and your family background will not be overwhelmed."

The young master exclaimed and followed Bai Jiade curiously towards the house, eager to taste the wine recommended by Bai Jiade.

Kane looked at the group of young men who had no discernment with disdain, and his head twisted to the east, and a strong murderous intent slowly overflowed from his sharp eyes.

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David came to Yi Chen's Chinatown alone and secretly. The former Chinatown was abandoned because Yi Chen personally threw a bomb and cheated on it. Now it is being built. A luxurious entertainment city is being built. Of course, the boss is still Yi Chen. The current Chinatown is just a signboard of a Chinatown, but it is actually a luxurious nightclub for a hard boss.

David looked at the food in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little angry. What Yi Chen called the Italian dish on a table was two plates of macaroni.

Yi Chen smiled and gently rolled up a few vermicelli with a fork: "Come on, dear, you're welcome, eat, eat, eat, I just delivered it from a fast food restaurant, it tastes good. Try, try, eat it, in London, there are very few opportunities to eat Italian macaroni."

David grinned and dared not refuse, and ate a plate of vermicelli clean. David shook his head: "Sir, the fast food restaurant you are visiting must be closed. The portion is too small, too little...oh."

Yi Chen took a bite, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and smiled and said, "I'm on a diet recently. Yes, eating too much is not good for my health... So, I ordered a children's set meal, which may be a little less, but it just happened to be very suitable for me. Where is Chekov?"

David widened his eyes: "I don't know, sir, really don't know..."

Yi Chen held the knife and fork in both hands and gently made them hit each other: "David, oh, dear David, don't you know? Oh my God, your subordinates took Chekov away, and you actually told me: 'I don't know where the poor Chekov is...' Damn God, you are making my joke. My patience is limited, do you understand?"

David raised his hands and looked honest: "Yi, don't get angry, listen to me. It was not my European office who caught Chekov, my people were not moving so quickly. It was the Asian office's Tokyo operation team who caught Chekov, and I just asked for information from their heads... You see, as soon as you said you wanted me to come for dinner, I will go and ask for information for you... And it was not Mr. Chekov found by MI6, but he made his own mistake."

Yi Chen whistled softly: "I'm listening, sir, continue."

David licked his lips: "Chekov bought marijuana in a Japanese hotel and had contacted several drug dealers. The CIA targeted him... Recently, some heavy marijuana was smuggled from Japan to San Francisco. The CIA people were investigating these things by the way, and then Chekov was discovered."

Feili approached Yi Chen, gently rubbed his shoulder, and asked in confusion: "So, how do you know the news?"

David smiled bitterly: "The patriarch of the Tokyo Operations Group exchanges information with their people. This is our common practice. We exchange information from time to time to see if it is helpful to the other party. After all, our two countries are partners... Chekov was exposed like this, and M directly ordered the arrest of him."

Yi Chen frowned: "Damn Chekov, I would have known to ask him to take a suitcase of marijuana to Tokyo. Now... do you really don't know where he is?"

David nodded heavily: "Guess, just guess... it may be a military base near London. Who knows? M is from the Ministry of Defense. She is very familiar with those generals. It is too common for a few people to go to the military base."

Yi Chen was stunned for a while and suddenly laughed: "Is the military base? It's easy to deal with it if you know... Well, thank you, David... Don't feel wronged. If you work with me, you will definitely benefit. I won't do anything too much, don't worry."

David could only smile bitterly.

Yi Chen patted his hands gently, and as if he was doing magic, a row of neatly decorated black men held plates of sterling silver and delivered Italian dishes to the dining table. The light also dimmed. Feili gently lit the silver candles on more than a dozen nearby candle holders. From a corner of the restaurant, the vague and ethereal music slowly came.

Yi Chen smiled strangely: "I also like to try out the life of aristocratic people occasionally, especially when a friend of mine is using my money to make a show... Look, Mr. David, what I said, I never break my promise of Italian food... I hope that macaroni will not satisfy your appetite."

Philey gently placed a credit card next to David.

Yi Chen pointed and said, "The money here is enough for you to go to a comfortable country after plastic surgery and live a safe life. I have always liked to make careful calculations for those who are serious about helping me. David, I said that it is a very pleasant thing to work with me... Don't worry, if you are exposed, I have the confidence to let you leave the UK safely."

David smiled bitterly: "Then I will lose my honor."

Yi Chen said coldly: "You don't have any honors now, aren't you? Many things are powerless to deal with, and you don't need to blame yourself. In this world, your own interests are eternal. There are so many people who betray your country within you. There is nothing to blame yourself. Come and taste it... This wine is made from a private workshop of an art collector. It tastes no worse than the finest wines in France... Of course, their bottles are now in Paris and may have been drunk."

David vaguely felt that Yi Chen had been ignoring something, but he didn't know what he was talking about... No matter what, Yi wouldn't be happy to check it out... Looking at the credit card, David actually began to think that Yi Chen was a cute person, much cute than Mr. Zhang, and David even began to thank Yi Chen. I really don't know what if David knew that half of the money in the credit card was provided by Mr. Zhang.

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M frowned in his office: "The people from the 'Dark' security company went to Paris? They were all in the security guard for an inexplicable nobleman. The security cost was about 5 million US dollars. In other words, you can't find out if they suddenly lost fifty people?"

A senior agent looked at M: "Boss, we can call our colleagues in Paris..."

M glared at him: "Idiot, how far is Paris and Berlin? Such a distance is enough for them to replenish their personnel, or even more. Don't forget that Colonel Kane has also passed... Maybe I was too worried, what did Yi and the others attack Tokyo homes? There is no benefit. If they attacked the Swiss bank's vault, I would rather believe it."

Another agent from the Tokyo Operations Team rolled his eyes: "That house belongs to Yamaguchi, the leader of the Japanese Yamaguchi Group, and maybe they are evil and evil. Then, in order to avoid us finding anything, the Chinese quickly sent everyone out, and then replenished people in Paris, forged documents, and pretended that nothing had to do with them?"

Another agent who works in London refuted his statement: "Forget it, the Chinese and Yamaguchi team are partners, and so far they have no money dealings, nothing worth eating."

M's brain hurt a little, and he waved his hand powerlessly: "Go to work, gentlemen, we seem to have occupied too much energy by a gang leader. Maybe we are too allergic. This is not what we should do, do you understand? We shouldn't... God, we can't occupy too much energy on one goal. There are so many jobs around the world. Okay, let me be quiet, you guys go out to work, now!"

M carefully analyzed the information given to her by his subordinates and found that everything seemed to be natural and there was no unreasonable place. Yi Chen had no reason to kill the boss of the Yamaguchi group, and the noble in Paris had no reason to cover Yi Chen. He hired so many security guards. Maybe he was going to prepare for a large-scale event, which is a common thing among the exaggerated nobles. Everything is normal. Maybe he is really allergic, so Yi Chen has some connection with the Russians. Don't put everything on him...

Taking a long breath, M smiled: "Okay, dear Chekov, it depends on what you can tell me."

But thinking about what his subordinates reported, Chekov's performance during the last trial, M's head began to hurt again.

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All the banquets held by Bai Jiade in Paris are well done. In today's society, the preparations required for a large banquet are much simpler than a hundred years ago, not just fifty years ago. At that time, all items needed to be transported from faraway places, which was time-consuming and laborious. Some people even spent a year or even two years preparing a luxurious banquet. And now? The developed transportation determines that as long as you have money, you can prepare everything within three days. If you are very rich, then a day is enough.

What does a luxurious banquet require?

A mysterious master, a rich master, a very tasteful master, and a very unique master, preferably a noble, attractive identity... Bai Jiade meets all standards.

Then, there are exquisite utensils, which is not a problem at all. For a price of 100,000 US dollars, Bai Jiade rented a set of silverware from an old customer from the Holy Roman Empire as tableware. Of course, if there is any damage, the compensation price is a sky-high price. Bai Jiade promised many additional benefits, and the old guy agreed to lend it.

Next, it’s food, but who cares about food at such social banquets? Who isn’t the big shot of the guests who have tasted various rare foods? Can you really find a one-stop entertainment to treat guests? Then, food is not important at all, exquisite, hygienic, and good service. Who will really fill your stomach at the banquet?

Of course, due to etiquette, food and wine must not be missing, nor should it be too ugly. If you only serve two slices of tofu and cheap champagne, then the door to Paris will be completely closed to you.

Therefore, even though they knew that the guests would not be interested in them, buckets of Australian oysters, South American lobsters, and even Chinese bird's nests, shark fins, and countless collections of fine wines were delivered from all over the world by special planes.
To be continued...