A black suit, almost standard for professional bodyguards.

Franklin is tall and invisibly oppressive when he stands in front of people, and only in terms of appearance, he is the most suitable brigade member for the status of bodyguard.

Nobunaga's figure is decent, his height is up to standard, and he looks quite stylish in a black suit.

Among the four, I'm afraid that the chivalrous man is the most aggrieved, and in terms of his height as a bodyguard, he hasn't even reached the qualified line, in contrast, Kurolo barely stepped on the line.

Paike Noda took the bald man's arm, a faint smile on her face.

The two walked in front, while the four members of the brigade who were bodyguards followed.

The bald man has become a puppet manipulated by chivalrous people, and he is also the key to the five-person group of the brigade to blend into the appreciation meeting.

The number of bodyguards guarding the gate has increased to twenty, lined up outside the door, exuding a strong momentum.

Among them, a stout janitor strode forward and stopped Kurolo and his party.

The bald man took out a small and delicate invitation from his pocket with a blank face and handed it to the doorman, who took the invitation and checked it, and after confirming that it was correct, he let him go as soon as possible.

A group of six people passed through the gate and boarded the open-top tour bus.

"Ordinary people. ”

Kurolo pondered silently.

In front of the main gate, in addition to the twenty guards on the surface, there were about fifty people in the secret, among whom there was no ability to read.

Putting nearly seventy people at the main entrance, using this value as a reference factor, the number of guards at the O'Hara Museum will be no less than ten times this number, which is the lowest estimate.

"From the very beginning, there was no room for a strong attack..."

Kurolo tilted his head slightly, looking at the large expanse of greenery stretching out from the side of the road, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The combination of numbers and armament can cause a qualitative change, and when there is a choice, it is really unwise to attack by force.

Not to mention, this private museum does have something unique, so that the chivalrous can not find out the real details, and the local government can agree to let so many armed guards be released, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a difficult bone to gnaw.

After about five minutes of driving, Kurolo saw a museum made of three ancient trees in the distance, one of which was relatively tall, which was the main hall and the place where the ancient books were kept.

At the sight of the museum, Kurolo's eyelids drooped slightly, hiding a fleeting light.

The tour bus stopped halfway through, and a team of well-armed guns approached, and the leader politely said, "Please cooperate with the inspection." ”

The bald man got out of the car, and Kurolo and the others also got off calmly.

This process was known before I came, but there were not many accidents, and Nobunaga didn't even bring his knife with him, just to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Didi..."

Check that the device is making the sound it should have.

The leader of the team said calmly: "Please disarm, and please rest assured, the defense of the O'Hara Museum is obvious to all." ”

The bald man waved his hand, and the Kurolo men drew their pistols and handed them to the armed team.

"Thank you for your cooperation. ”

The leader politely thanked him, then stepped out of the way.

Everyone got on the bus, and the tour bus continued to drive towards the two palace-like buildings.

Since the driver of the tour bus was from the O'Hara Museum, the members of the tour did not communicate with each other while they were on the bus.

With the strength of the brigade, there is no need to rely on firearms, and the reason why they are equipped with guns is only to disguise the identity of the bodyguard.

The O'Hara Museum didn't check for equipment at the main entrance, and stopped people only in the middle of the process, which may have implications, but it didn't matter.

The tour bus stopped in front of the largest palace-like building, and everyone got out of the car.

A butler came over to lead the way for Kurolo and his party, and went directly to the banquet hall.

At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, it was a high-level banquet for the guests, and after the meal, they moved to the museum.

Entering the banquet hall, the brigade and the group were separated.

The bald man who was controlled and Pike Norda entered the main seat, while the bodyguard was arranged in the side hall, although he could also see the situation in the main hall, but it also showed the result of his status.

The bodyguard seat was a table of ten people, and after Kurolo and the knight sat down, they immediately attracted the disdainful gaze of the other bodyguards, obviously the bodyguards who were accustomed to judging people by their appearance, and when Franklin sat down, they all retracted their gazes one after another.

How Kurolo could care about the clowns at the same table, he looked around, silently remembering the location of the guards.

"Along the way, the people I saw were basically carrying automatic rifles with high firepower, and the number of guards in the banquet hall was no less than two hundred, but none of them were wearing conspicuous firearms, judging from the bulging clothes, only pistols. ”

"It's very safety-oriented, and it's also very expressive. ”

"Is there a necessary distinction between what is necessary and what is not..."

Kurolo retracted his gaze, his fingertips gently stroking the knife and fork, and said to himself, in this way, when stealing things, the key is to look at the movement caused by the nest gold.

In an room where there were so many people, the members of the brigade did not rashly use the condensation, so it was impossible to judge how many people with mental ability were in the banquet hall of the previous people in the room.

Time passed, and when it was twelve o'clock, the symphony resounded through the banquet hall, but it was the orchestra that played its instruments.

In the majestic performance, a man in formal clothes got up from the main table, but it was Kloba, and walked towards the stage on the side of the orchestra.

Sa Ling's seat is near the main table, which shows that Kloba attaches great importance to Sa Ling, which is also the result of the contact between Sa Ling and Kloba in the past two days.

At that table, there were eight people seated, Mickey and Angie were also seated, and next to Sa Ling was a rough man who looked like Zhang Fei, with a dark complexion and incompatible with the guests around him.

"Can't you bring a passable mask?" Sa Ling whispered to herself as she leaned into the man's ear.

"I want to too, but the question is no. ”

The Zhang Fei-style man glanced at Sa Ling, and then put his eyes on the stage, to be precise, on Kloba.

Extremely important collaborators, of course, only if they can be negotiated.

This rough-looking man was the one who arrived at the O'Hara Museum in time, and among the many masks, he chose one that was acceptable, and even adjusted his voice to match the face.

Sa Ling sighed lightly when she heard this, and also looked at the stage.

Her and Luo's seemingly intimate behavior was seen by Mickey and Angie, who were at the same table.

Mickey, who had the intention of digging into the corner, quietly observed Luo.

Anji laughed at Sa Ling's aesthetics in her heart, in her opinion, Luo is Sa Ling's top boss, and it is estimated that there is another layer of identity that passers-by know in it.

The beautiful music stopped abruptly, and a slightly hoarse mature male voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention, including the bodyguards.

"Thank you for coming, those who are familiar with me know that I only came on stage to show it, and I didn't say anything useless, so I replaced it with a song, and I made it ugly. ”

Kloba stood up straight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the orchestra immediately began to play.

The moment the accompaniment sounded, Luo Fenming noticed that the faces of most of the guests around him were different, including the people at the same table.

Could it be...?

Luo thoughtfully, and then, Kloba's tormenting singing was amplified through the microphone to the audience.

Excuse me...

Luo opened his mouth and looked at Kloba, who was singing on the stage with very good movements and expressions, and his pig-like singing voice was really unbearable.

"This song is even more terrifying than Wojin. ”

A table in the side hall.

Kurolo, Knight, Nobunaga, and Franklin glanced at each other.

"A song that is more terrifying than Wojin. ”

Through eye contact, this conclusion was reached at the same time.

A kilometre away in a building, someone sneezed.