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  The British Isles are in chaos, ordinary people murmuring the names of God, Buddha, Allah or some African jungle deity, seeking their protection.

  The sniping of external forces has not stopped, the banknotes in the hands of British people are advancing towards waste paper, and the Americans who were secretly making trouble and taking advantage of the situation to make a profit can no longer sit still. If Britain collapses completely, the US will have many overt and covert transactions with it, what should be done? As a result, the quantum fund was withdrawn again, and the US's powerful assistance came again.

  That night, Yi Chen was running and using all his might to chop that long spear, but after all, it was the sacred artifact of the Vatican for hundreds of years, and it wasn't so easy to be thoroughly destroyed. In the end, he simply threw it into the Thames River as he passed by. The eleven Holy Knights stood still, cursing Yi Chen in the name of God for half a day before reluctantly starting to salvage the long spear.

  The sky was too dark, the Holy Knights couldn't find the long gun, until His Holiness the Pope arrived in London, the British government had to mobilize a battalion of engineers, who painstakingly dredged the sand in that section of the river.

  In comparison, the bloody images brought by Yi Chen's fight for territory are a bit smaller. At least British people have already gotten used to explosions happening here and there every day, especially since this time the explosion locations were places where decent people wouldn't go, so it didn't cause too much of a stir.

  Three days later, Yi Chen and Kain happily went to pick up the business license of 'Hei Mo' Security Company. The corrupt family funds that Fabio had embezzled were used to occupy a piece of land in the northern suburbs, on which a simple shed was built.

  Fatadio is very credible, although they are aiming at the British market, their funds cannot be too much, and they still gave Yichen a billion US dollars as start-up capital. Phil quickly contacted several large construction companies, according to Kane's unknown channel, the German special forces training center's drawings began construction. Although it did not go through some departmental approvals, under Yichen's wrist communication, everything passed, no one came to find trouble here.

  The outside world was in a mess, when the countries of the world were still guessing why the Pope had to make a special visit to London, Mr. David was discharged from the hospital.

  M brought a dozen or so elite agents to the hospital entrance to meet him, introducing them by saying: "These people are good hands I've transferred from other departments. From now on, they'll be your subordinates, David. Remember what I want you to do? Continue with that matter. Got it? The injuries we're suffering are getting more and more severe."

  David nodded, and M said in a hopeful tone: "You can get back those files, which can prove that among the people that night, there must be a connection with this sniper attack. You can try to follow this lead."

  "Tokyo?" David opened his mouth and asked.

  "M nodded: 'Tokyo.'"

  A high-end Red Flag limousine slowly drove up, and M muttered softly: "God, these guys."

  As the car door opened, two agile young men got out and stood at attention by the door. A tall, middle-aged man with a gentle face slowly got out of the car, stretching his hand far away to M: "Ah, dear M, long time no see! I was wondering why I couldn't find you anywhere. I have some information that needs to be discussed with you."

  He glanced at David and said helplessly, "You'd better take your men away. This is Mr. Zhang, the second military attaché of the Chinese Embassy. You're no match for him, dear David. Leave now."

  David looked at Mr. Zhang with dissatisfaction, and the words of M deeply hurt his self-esteem. However, the person who came out immediately after Mr. Zhang glanced at David with a casual sweep of his eyes, and the icy gaze made all of David's complaints disappear. His instincts told him to leave.

  Mr. Zhang, I heard you've been back to China? Is there any news?

  Mr. Zhang didn't answer her, but instead pointed to the long-haired young man behind him and said with a smile: "Oh, there's some news, in order to prove the friendship between our two countries, we will provide it to your country for free. This is Mr. Yi Yang, my new assistant... Yi Yang, this lady is M, as for her name, none of us know."

  One Yangzi looked like he had made up for his lack of English, and asked M a good question in relatively fluent English. M's benevolent eyes revealed a sharp glint, sizing One Yangzi up thoroughly. One Yangzi remained still as a mountain, and M was unable to see through him. In her heart, M sighed: "Another unpredictable person... China's young people are getting more and more talented, but what about ours? They're addicted to drugs, school violence, and sex... God, is this Your punishment for us?"

  M's assistant stretched out his hand with ill intentions to Yangzi, Yangzi smiled and shook his hand, afterwards the guy's miserable cry echoed throughout the hospital, Yangzi ruthlessly left five bruises on his hand.

  Mr. Zhang burst out laughing: "Haha, young people don't understand things, M, I think we have a bit of an eyebrow raised regarding the attack on your country. We have very extensive business ties with your country, and of course, we can't just sit back and do nothing."

  He expressed his gratitude appropriately, but muttered in his heart: "If you really want to show your friendship to us, why didn't you help us earlier? Now even if China lends a hand and the US helps out, Britain will be left with nothing but an empty shell... God, do you think you can control our economy? No way, how could we let that happen."

  The old man looked at Mr. Zhang with a strange gaze, and Mr. Zhang stared back at her with piercing eyes. Neither of them spoke, but they both knew what the other was thinking. This is a tempting bait, if Britain doesn't swallow it, then China would be happy to watch the excitement from the side.

  Sitting in the empty great hall of the Shan Kou group, Yi Chen said to Shan Kou and Vajra with indignation: "These damned guys are too despicable, they actually sent so many people to attack the friends of the Shan Kou group... Oh, dear Mr. Shan Kou, is it that your manpower, plus you only have four people left?"

  Yamaguchi's heart was bleeding, staring dead at Yichun, his own subordinate being mysteriously slaughtered by those monsters, while Yichun sat comfortably and swallowed almost the entire London underworld business, how could Yamaguchi not be furious?

  Vikings' face was also difficult to look at, and Easy Dust controlled almost all the sites and forces left by those old bosses in just two days. Now he wants to express his dissatisfaction, but it depends on whether Easy Dust is happy or not... Especially Su Ge Lan's Wei Yun, his own old friend sent him a stern warning: "Old friend, don't provoke Easy Dust, he's too powerful, you can't do anything to him... Of course, we'll be happy to have such a friend, right?"

  A subordinate of Yamaguchi brought over a cup of tea, and Yichun stared at him intently. The small man relaxed his body sensitively, without any aura leaking out. Yichun smiled as he picked up the tea, but suddenly loosened his hand in mid-air, exclaiming, "Sorry about that."

  Scalding hot tea was splashed all over the small man's head, his muscles convulsed and he seemed to be about to bounce back up from the ground, but a low shout from Shan Kou made him relax his body again, his whole body trembling with humiliation.

  Yi Chen smiled and said, "Sorry, sorry, I spent too much last night, so my hands are a bit soft..." He pulled out a stack of cash and threw it on the little guy's body: "Sorry, go buy yourself a new set of clothes."

  Yamaguchi picked up the teacup and handed it to Vigens and Yichun, waved goodbye to the little guy, and slightly bowed to Yichun, saying: "Mr. Yi, this unexpected change is also beyond our expectations... We..."

  Yi Chen nodded, interrupting him: "As Mr. Yamaguchi said, I also think it's too suspicious. Even if the entire London underworld and the Yamaguchi group were to confront each other, with your advantageous firepower, it's impossible that you would be eliminated so easily. Who knows who else was present?"

  Yamaguchi nodded, picked up the teacup that his subordinate had brought again, and took a light sip. He spoke cautiously: "What our boss means is that we will still open a branch in London in the future. This will require Mr. Yi's strong support." Yamaguchi had already put Wiggins aside, and Wiggins' face turned gloomy. However, looking at the Phil brothers standing behind Yi like two mountains, Wiggins swallowed his resentment.

  Yi Chen smiled and said: "This is easy to say, easy to say... Haha, I don't know what business your company plans to do in the future."

  Yamaguchi said frankly: "We are going to play a game of white powder trading in London, Mr. Yi seems to be someone who doesn't get involved with drugs and women, so we shouldn't have any conflicts."

  Yi Chen looked at Shan Kou with an unsatisfied expression: "Are your words true? You only trade in poison, trade in women's flesh, is that all?"

  Yi Chen looked at Yamaguchi, Yi Chen coldly snorted: "If you want me to help, then it's fine. I don't hope that my ally will deceive me, understand? Mr. Yamaguchi, just because I don't touch drugs doesn't mean I'll allow others to play with these things on my turf... After all, most of London now belongs to me." Yi Chen leaned forward slightly, slowing down his tone, reminding Yamaguchi and Vigens one word at a time.

  Viggo didn't say a word, his eyes rolling wildly as he thought about something.

  Yamaguchi gritted his teeth, nodded and said: "Alright then, I'll be honest with you too. We also want to get some car business going, Japanese-made cars. We're thinking of bringing in some tax-free goods."

  Yi Chen and Viggo exchanged a look, smuggling cars? This was a lucrative business.

  "According to your situation, it's not necessary to smuggle in Europe, is it? Why? Have you lost a big market?"

  Yamaguchi fell silent for a while, then nodded and said: "The Chinese are boycotting our cars and electronics, we've almost lost the entire Asian market. Southeast Asians also have a strong grudge against us... The Indian market is impossible to enter. Europe's protection policies are too numerous as well. This is what our country's upper echelons demand of us..."

  Yi Chen slapped the table and burst out laughing: "Your country's top leaders want your Shan Kou group to smuggle cars into Europe... Oh my god, oh my god, beautiful God, hahaha, are all the leaders of your country in the underworld? What a wonderful country!"

  Viggo held back for a while, but finally couldn't help it either. He patted Yichun's shoulder and said, "Chinese Yi, it's too wonderful! If London were like this, we could all get into Parliament!"

  Yamaguchi's face turned extremely ugly, biting his lips tightly, the three remaining subordinates sat far away at the entrance of the hall, with eyes full of murderous intent staring at Yichun. As Chinese descendants, they had an innate hatred for Yichun.

  Yi Chen suddenly stopped talking, coldly and unambiguously saying: "I want 20% of the profit, Yamaguchi. I want 20% of the profit, that is, all the profits that the Yamaguchi group gets, I want 20%... Vickers, how much do you want?"

  Yamaguchi was stunned, and Vignes was also stunned. Vignes thought for half a day: "You can say such things in China, but I, Vignes, dare not. I don't have the power you have now to confront the entire Yamaguchi group? I haven't gone crazy yet."

  Vikings shook his head: "I'm not good at business, so I don't ask for any profit, but that share of the casino, I still want it."

  Yi Chen lightly tapped the table, smiling at Yamaguchi: "What do you think? Mr. Yamaguchi, 20% profit, if you agree, I'll let the Yamaguchi group set up its own organization in London, if you don't agree, it's okay too, after all we're still friends, right? Take your time to consider it carefully, I'm not in a hurry, hehehe..."

  Yi Chen smiled and walked away, leaving Shan Kou and Vikens sitting in stunned silence.

  After a long time, Viggo asked Shangkou in a low voice: "What do you mean?"

  "What can I do? What can you do? London is his domain now."

  Viggins shook his head and said menacingly: "No, it's not his turn yet... What if we contact those bosses from out of town and fight for the London turf again?"

  Yamaguchi glanced at Vigins with disdain: "You're really cute, Mr. Vigins. Foreign bosses, they got London, will they really help us wholeheartedly? Won't they make even higher demands? Besides, by the time they take action, we'll probably be done for already. Easygoing style, you should know better than me."

  Vikings fell silent and sat for a while before bidding farewell and leaving.

  Yamaguchi was about to dial Yamaki's phone number, but after thinking for a while, he slowly put down the phone and said to his three subordinates: "Alright, let's agree to that Chinaman's terms. 20% profit? Agree to it... As long as we wait for the arrival of the four families' masters from Fenglin Huoshan, we can conquer the entire British underworld. At that time... Hmph."

  David took office, and his former colleagues naturally came to congratulate him with either genuine congratulations or envy. David smiled and responded to them while being extorted for a few hundred pounds to buy coffee and champagne as a celebration. In the midst of harmony, David became the head of MI6's European department, possessing the great power he had always dreamed of.

  M stood in his own office, watching all this through the venetian blinds.

  Yi Yang curiously looked around M's simple and even somewhat rough office, Mr. Zhang smiled and sat on the sofa next to the fireplace, pointing out: "Yi Yang, this is not Mrs. M's real office, after their new office building is completed, they will naturally change locations."

  Mr. M ignored Zhang's sarcasm, sat back in his own seat, put his hands on the table, clenched them into fists, looked at Mr. Zhang and asked: "So, what do you have?"

  Mr. Zhang smiled, and then he continued smiling.

  He shook his head and said helplessly: "Alright, alright, what conditions do you want?"

  Mr. Zhang looked at Yangzi, who was gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window at the distant Tower of London, where the sunset was casting a golden glow over the undulating rooftops. Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "So, it's quite simple, we ask Britain to propose a motion in the EU to allow us to export any military equipment we want without restrictions, a very simple request, isn't it?"

  Took a breath of cold air, four or five years ago, Germany and France proposed the same bill, as a result, Britain, the Netherlands, Spain and other countries vetoed it, and only part of the export agreement was passed. This time, China is going to take advantage of Britain's misfortune and force him to lead the way in agreeing to this proposal.

  As long as Germany, France and the UK, the three traditional European powers, agree, other countries don't have much to say. Even if they do have objections, it's likely that the UK will quietly make them disappear.

  M lowered his head and after a long while, took a deep breath before asking Mr. Zhang: "What benefits can we get?"

  "Mr. Zhang smiled: 'The specific identity of the people who attacked your financial market, oh, and how they entered your secure market system.'"

  M laughed: "Oh God, you're kidding me... Mr. Zhang, we need more benefits, if the EU agrees to export arms to China without restrictions, you will definitely turn your attention to Germany and France, we won't have any benefits at all, why bother?"

  Mr. Zhang shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "But haven't you benefited from it? If things continue to develop like this, I'm afraid Britain will return to the production level of the Middle Ages."

  Min suppressed his anger: "We also have a clue, we will catch them."

  Mr. Zhang said stubbornly: "Your clue needs time, we are different."

  M stared at Mr. Zhang in surprise: "Damn it, was it really done by Russians? Who is it?"

  Mr. Zhang smiled: "You see, you see... You're too impatient."

  Glaring at Mr. Zhang with anger, she pursed her lips tightly: "Damn it, only you people can send some covert warnings to the Russian government, telling them to be more restrained... Anyway, you are now the closest strategic partners."

  "After some deliberation, M said: 'I'm afraid our superiors won't agree to it... We need certain guarantees that after signing the agreement, Britain will receive certain compensation.'"

  Mr. Zhang also stopped joking and said seriously: "So, okay, 20% of the order will be given to the UK, 20%, you know, we have to consider the overall interest, we can't give you too many excessive benefits."

  M frowned: "20%? How much?"

  Mr. Zhang smiled but didn't speak, and after a long while he said: "We are still interested in some of your country's single soldier combat systems, and your nuclear-powered aircraft carriers also have a certain appeal to us. After all, your technology is close to American standards, isn't it? As for the specific amount of 20%, I am not at liberty to disclose, but I will definitely make you satisfied."

  He bit his lip and nodded: "Alright, I'll report your opinions to our superiors. Of course, you should also send someone with enough weight to negotiate with our leaders. These private talks are meaningless."

  Mr. Zhang stood up, smiled and said: "So, that's it. Our ambassador will formally visit your Prime Minister and deliver a formal note of protest... Afterwards we will advise our friends to stop certain unscrupulous sniping."

  Yi Yang followed Mr. Zhang out, and M suddenly asked: "Mr. Yi Yang, do you know Yi Chen?"

  Yiyangzi turned his head and said faintly: "No... Who is Yidun?"

  Mr. Zhang gave M a strange look, with an inquiring gaze, but M ignored him and stared intently at the long hair of Yanzhi and his neat attire, furrowing his brow.

  In M's drawer, there was an official file of Yi Chen, with the same temperament as Yang Zi, the same long hair draped over his shoulders, and the same elusive appearance. M shook his head, thinking deeply.

  China agreed to mediate, but for the sake of Britain's face, M they had to catch those people themselves, no matter what means were used or how long it took.

  M reported the situation of the meeting just now to the person on the other end of the phone in a low voice. The other party murmured a few words with some dissatisfaction, and said lightly: "20% of the order? Well, it's okay, they are also eager to get something, I can roughly estimate their weight, give 30% of the order to Germany and France respectively, and use the remaining 20% to lure other EU member states. Hmm... Let our market calm down first, M, we can't afford such consumption anymore."

  Tokyo, Yamaguchi Ki and a dozen or so elderly men dressed in black kimonos sat around a long table.

  Yamaguchi spoke in a low voice: "We can take the opportunity to weaken the power of those other families and expand our influence into Europe."

  An old man, looking like a skeleton, shook his head: "They won't listen to you, Shan Kou, they won't listen to you. You're just a nominal alliance leader, we four families of Feng Lin Huo Shan control the alliance, but they don't respect us."

  Yamaguchi nodded and said: "Yes, Saito elder, but I will make them learn to respect us."

  Another old man with a eyebrow hanging below his earlobe glared at Yamaguchi: "Yamaguchi, if we kill each other internally, the Chinese will be very happy... Don't forget, their Tōgen Temple is still hunting down people from the five families of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. If we stir up trouble ourselves, the Chinese won't let go of this opportunity. Just imagine the terrible situation where a hundred orthodox and heretic sects of China invade at once."

  Yamaguchi Ki looked at the old man with dissatisfaction: "Dragon Eye Elder, 800 years ago, it is true that the five families of Jinmu, Mokuren, Sui, Ka and To stole the classics from others. There's nothing to deny about this... Hmph, I'm not stupid enough to confront the ancient sects of Zhina. What I mean is, in the upper echelons of the alliance, increase the number of seats by half and let their high-level members join our decision-making level."

  All the old men's eyes widened, and Yamaguchi Mokichi said to himself: "They won't oppose their own decisions, will they? Hmm? The power is still in our hands, we give them some face, let them stir up trouble with the Vatican, we take the opportunity to expand our business in Europe, and also strike at these disobedient families, killing two birds with one stone, why not? Of course, we can also avenge our 'Hayashi' warriors... Hmm?"

  The old men looked at each other and nodded in agreement with his proposal.

  Yi Chen walked out of the casino in Shan Kou Zu and went straight to the construction site in Bei Jiao. The vast open space, three kilometers long and two kilometers wide, was filled with countless heavy-duty construction machinery roaring away, transforming the land's original appearance.

  Yi Chen found the foreman Kane and shouted loudly at him: "Kane, you should consider contacting those former companions of yours, got it?"

  "Cain also shouted loudly: 'Yes, boss, I have confidence that they will definitely come.'"

  The sound of machinery roared, and the steel bars were pounded deep into the ground. Yi Chen watched with satisfaction as all the workers rushed to work hard, muttering to himself: "Three times the labor cost, indeed the efficiency is different."

  Time passed day by day, and the large-scale financial attack on Britain suddenly stopped. Some forces that took advantage of the chaos were also countered by Britain, leaving them to flee in disarray.

  Yi Chen's security company headquarters also slowly took shape, and he temporarily didn't have the heart to take care of other things.