At the table at the far edge of the charity dinner hall, a young man was concentrating on the French baked lobster with a rich sauce on the plate in front of him, completely ignoring the strange stares cast by the people around him.

And the silver-haired little girl next to him was also dealing with a piece of cheese pudding garnished with fruit.

As one of the de facto owners of the Fox Charitable Foundation, Lin Cheng naturally could ask for an invitation to tonight's charity dinner from the relevant people of the Victory Foundation through his status as a billionaire.

And the ticket allowed one family member to be brought, so he took the little girl Elena with him.

But he and Elena weren't here for a free dinner or to listen to the vice president's election manifesto or anything like that.

They have not forgotten the important task on their shoulders, and the reason why the two of them are here is to cause trouble for them.

When Robert Stanton appeared in the center of the stage and attracted everyone's attention to him, offstage, at the edge of the dinner hall, Lin Cheng glanced at the little girl, and then invariably put down the silver fork in his hand and turned away silently.

Lin Cheng took the little girl's hand and walked to the passage in the corner of the wall facing the farthest part of the stage.

The second floor facing the stage is the main control room of the stage, just like the control room where the projector is located in the movie theater, and the main control room of the stage is the various control instruments and computer equipment of the stage, and this is the goal of Lin Cheng and Elena's trip.

CIA security personnel have guarded all the passages, and even this one is no exception.

Seeing a young man with a little girl appear at the entrance of the passage, the two CIA agents who were guarding here, wearing black suits, immediately stepped forward and blocked the way of the two of them.

"Hello sir, this place is not open to the public, please leave immediately-"

For the sake of the little girl, the other party was kind enough to persuade him, hoping that Lin Cheng would take Elena out of here.

However, Lin Cheng could only let him down.

With a kind smile on his face, he pretended not to understand English, and slowly approached the other party, and then, under the frightened eyes of the CIA agents, Lin Cheng dropped a plastic baseball bat behind his back like a trick.

Then he swung the baseball bat very skillfully and hit the opponent in the head.

Among the minifigure accessories, you'll always find all sorts of fun things.

This includes, but is not limited to, tools and weapons, whether chainsaws or heavy machine guns, as long as they are available, they can be turned into real beings, just like this baseball bat that is the color of wood, but is actually plastic.

Lin Cheng's strength was not light or heavy, and he successfully knocked the other party out of a concussion, and fell unconscious to the floor, and the detective's colleagues did not react, and subconsciously wanted to draw a gun to defend themselves, but Lin Cheng's plastic baseball bat was already close on it, and he was also put to the ground.

"Why are you so skilled at beating people?"

Elena looked at the two suit-clad agents lying at her feet and glanced at Lin Cheng.

"Without him, only the hand is familiar."

Lin Cheng smiled, and a sentence of Chinese that Elena did not understand popped out of his mouth.

The little girl didn't care, she stepped directly on the backs of the two unconscious detectives in suits and walked over them, while Lin Cheng ripped off his tie and tied the two handles of the entrance door into a strong knot, which would not be open for a while.

In the control room, three behind-the-scenes staff members of the hotel are working closely with Mr. Vice President on stage. valley

One is in charge of controlling the stage lighting, one is responsible for controlling the instruments on the stage to stimulate the atmosphere and provide accompaniment music for the scene, and the other is the general director of the stage, who is responsible for monitoring the work of the two staff members.

"Tonight's mission is very important, you two must not make any mistakes, or we will all lose our jobs!"

With a commanding expression on his face, the stage manager pointed to the two staff members and spoke.

Although the two staff members have a lot of complaints, but because they are the boss, they can only obediently let it go, there is no way, after all, they still have to make money to support their families, and losing their jobs is not a joke.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the control room, and the two staff members looked sideways, and the stage manager glanced at it, but did not open the door, because he thought that the CIA people had come to find fault again.

Nothing is more important to them than their work, so they don't open the door to the person who knocks on the door.

After the knock on the door, it stopped for a few seconds, and the person in charge snorted contemptuously, saying that it was better for the people outside not to knock on the door again, but then the knock sounded again, and it became louder and louder as time went on, as if the whole door was going to be broken.

The stage leader frowned, and the expression on his face was full of displeasure.

He told the two employees to do their jobs, then came to the door, opened it, and was about to lose his temper at the CIA, only to find a young Asian with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?"

"Hello, sir, I'm delivering a courier, here's a copy of your courier for you to sign for."

Lin Cheng smiled and replied.

"Courier, what courier?"

The person in charge instinctively felt a little confused, why the courier was sent here.

Anyway, this courier didn't wear the courier uniform of any courier company, but wore a neat black suit, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a courier, and what about the CIA security personnel?

The stage manager looked out into the hallway, but was surprised to find two men in black suits lying under the stairs, weren't they the two CIA agents who had annoyed him all afternoon, why were they lying there?!

"Oh, your wife asked me to bring you a bento-"

Without waiting for the person in charge to speak, Lin Cheng was already smiling and waving the plastic baseball bat hidden behind his back.

Another pathetic victim appeared, the general manager of the stage did not even struggle, he fell directly to the ground, like a dead salted fish, completely unconscious, and it is estimated that he will wake up tomorrow morning.

Elena, who was hiding behind the wall next to the door, looked at the poor man who fell to the ground with pity, stepped on his back and walked into this stage control room, while Lin Cheng shrugged his shoulders and followed Elena's footsteps to this stage control room.

In the room, the only two remaining staff members were simply startled when they saw the strange combination of Lin Cheng and Elena, one big and one small, and then looked at the baseball bat in Lin Cheng's hand, they all realized the danger, slowly raised their hands, and retreated to a safe distance.

"Sir, we are not a bank here, if you rob a bank, you'd better go out and turn right, it's **** there."

"I know very well, two, that we are not here to rob the bank, but just to make a little joke with our Mr. Vice President."

With a very kind smile on his face, Lin Cheng approached the two trembling innocent staff members step by step.