When Li Xing came to the Expo Plaza, it was already past twelve o'clock.

At this time, in addition to a large number of tourists, there have also been a lot of reporters in the square, inside and outside the building, the accompanying photographers have set up their own equipment, constantly adjusting the lens.

Li Xing looked away after two glances, not paying too much attention.

At this moment, he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with no degree, his skin was extraordinarily fair after simple makeup, and his whole body revealed a strong bookish atmosphere.

He came to an Internet café across the square, went up to the second floor and sat in a window position, turned on the computer and opened a movie at random, just like an ordinary student, holding a drink in his hand, leaning on the comfortable single sofa and watching the movie.

The minutes passed like this, and soon it was 1:30 p.m.

"Beep-"

A car whistle sounded, Li Xing glanced at it, and his body paused slightly.

Outside, four black cars with twin flashing lights were driving into the square from the street, and the second one in line was the most eye-catching, with a tall body and a luxurious and domineering look.

"It's finally here......"

Li Xing looked at the license plate number that he had already memorized, picked up the coffee on the table, and drank it slowly.

Marcus's motorcade soon arrived outside the building, and before the motorcade could come to a complete stop, reporters rushed up after waiting for a long time.

But before they could corral Marcus's car, dozens of uniformed security guards rushed out of the building, stopped the reporters, and forcibly dispersed the crowd around the convoy, leaving a wide area.

They are so familiar with their actions and rude in their actions that they are not at all like the security guards of the commercial plaza, but more like a group of underworld members.

The convoy stopped, the doors of the other three cars opened, and a dozen strong men in black suits stepped out of the cars and gathered around Marcus's car, looking around warily.

This position is almost comparable to the president's trip.

Li Xing looked at this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his knuckles unconsciously buckled on the table.

It took about four or five seconds for a man in a suit to retract his gaze and pull open the rear door.

The next moment, Marcus, who was wearing a white suit, walked out of the car, surrounded by the men in the suits who accompanied him, walked into the building, and disappeared from Li Xing's sight.

Li Xing also got up and left his seat and walked downstairs.

Passing through the crowd of people coming and going in the square, Li Xing came to the outside of the Expo Building, and walked leisurely into the gate in the sight of the security guard at the gate.

Entering the gate, Marcus and his party were gone, and at a glance, you could see the place where the donation ceremony was held.

It was a separate hall enclosed off by floor-to-ceiling glass, and it was not so large that only authorized journalists were allowed to enter, while the rest of the people could only watch from the outside.

At this moment, many reporters have entered it, and Li Xing noticed that there is also a security check device at the airport boarding gate at the entrance of the hall, which was not available a few days ago.

At this moment, Li Xing also had to admire Marcus, this guy was so cautious that it was unbelievable.

However, these conventional precautions were useless to him, and Li Xing took a step and walked to the corridor leading to the elevator on the south side of the hall.

Halfway through, Li Xing quickly glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he unscrewed the doorknob of the exclusive passage for the employees next to him and dodged into it.

Closing the door, Li Xing walked briskly in the staff passage that he had already familiarized, and after turning two corners, he came to a room, pushed open the door and walked in.

It is a storage room, with rows of shelves for miscellaneous items, and in the most prominent place, a striking rectangular white box.

Li Xing didn't open the box, he already knew what was in the box.

Inside, at the end of the donation ceremony, the Thimphu City Fire Minister will hand over a pennant from Marcus.

In any country, anything that has to do with the bureaucracy is always indispensable to these formalisms, and Marcus is no exception.

And now, this has become the best way for Li Xing to get close to Marcus.

Li Xing jumped lightly, jumped to the item shelf next to the door, turned on his mobile phone, and after glancing at the time, he let himself enter a quiet dormant state.

All he has to do now is wait patiently.

Time passed quickly, and in the hall outside, the reporters were basically all in place, and a middle-aged man with a big belly, also holding his big belly, accompanied by a secretary in a black silk skirt, got out of the car and walked towards the building, followed by several men in formal clothes.

In a room on the second floor, Marcus stood by the window, holding a cigar in his mouth, and after seeing the fat pig-like fire chief and his subordinates below, he spit out a smoke ring and said lightly: "You can start." ”

The muscular man in the suit standing behind him nodded yes, stepped back and walked out of the room.

Marcus also put down the cigar in his hand, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, and when he let go of his hand, the coldness on his face had disappeared completely, and it was replaced by a kind and charming smile.

Marcus straightened his collar and strode out the door, followed by the men in suits in the room.

It wasn't long before there was a round of applause in the hall below.

The donation ceremony officially began.

............

In the storage room, Li Xingzheng closed his eyes slightly, and his body suddenly froze.

Outside the door, there was a sound of footsteps.

Someone is approaching here.

"...... so fast?"

Li Xing looked at the time, and there was a hint of doubt on his face.

The donation ceremony has only been going on for fifteen minutes, and it has already been time for the fire minister to speak and start thanking him?

Although he was puzzled, his movements did not stop, and Li Xing jumped down from the item shelf and stood silently behind the door.

Footsteps are getting closer.

"Squeak......

The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in, and Li Xing, who had already prepared, slashed at the figure's neck with a knife.

Li Xing was ready to knock this person unconscious, change into his clothes, and take the stage in his place.

Unexpectedly, the man reacted very quickly, as if he had eyes on his back, his body suddenly shortened, and at the same time kicked Li Xing's shinbone!

This nine-ten-ten-sure hand knife actually missed!

Li Xing was stunned for a moment, and then reacted quickly.

This guy is definitely not an ordinary waiter!

His hand knife is slow and light, but he is afraid that he will hurt innocent lives if he strikes too badly, so as long as he has an average fighting level, he can easily dodge it.

Thinking of this, Li Xing no longer left his hand, and flew up with a kick, which suddenly exploded like a cannonball, making a piercing sound of tearing cloth!

Click!!

In the clear sound of bone cracking, the other party's calf was like pinched by mud, easily kicked and broken, broken into a weird angle, and without even screaming, he passed out directly.