I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 231 Manor
In the living room of a manor.

Several girls in classic maid dresses were working hard, cleaning the large living room for their employer, wiping the luxurious furniture clean, and at the same time they did not forget to chatter.

"Wow, I saw that those bodyguards seemed to have guns on them!"

"Yeah, yeah, and they're all so strong, like bears."

"It's not all like that. Aren't there a few female bodyguards who are just following the boss? They're pretty, and their figure... ugh, the boss doesn't just treat them as bodyguards, right?"

"What do you think? As a man, it doesn't hurt to say anything."

The maids, who had only been hired for a few days, were discussing their boss excitedly.

The young rich man from the East, handsome and mysterious, suddenly appeared, accompanied by a group of majestic bodyguards.

They couldn't help but guess what kind of background this boss had.

A descendant of a certain great noble?Or is it the young master of the consortium hiding behind the scenes?Or there are some behind-the-scenes bosses involved in the black field.

Of course, none of their speculations could be verified.

The boss's bodyguards all kept silent about this, and although the young boss was approachable and very kind, he never mentioned his past, which made each of them curious. Unfortunately, whenever they When these things were discussed, the rigid and conservative old housekeeper would always stop them seriously. It was clear that he was also very curious, but he never allowed them to discuss it.

In fact, there is something strange about this manor inside and out.

Not to mention that the people who work here were all hired from outside recently. Just talking about the manor itself, even people who have lived there for many years cannot tell how long this manor has existed. , or what it was like before, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Of course, this is just a fantasy.

They all clearly remembered that this manor had a long history. It had been continuously repaired and renovated before it became what it is today. The reason why they had that strange feeling was that this manor had always been inconspicuous and had been ignored by people. That’s all.

However, their young boss is definitely not the original owner of the manor.

Because after arriving here, the boss asked them about the history of the manor with great interest.

But why did the other party want to buy such a manor that seemed to be worth a lot of money and recruit so many people to take care of it with great fanfare? If it was just a temporary stay, there would be no need for it, right?But it doesn't look like the boss is staying here forever.

Is this too much money and nowhere to spend it?

The maids discussed it for a long time, but could not come up with a clue.

After all, since they saw the boss come here, they have never seen him move away from his home. The farthest place he has gone is probably the garden of the manor. It can be said that he has not even left the door.

Of course, this isn't anything strange. It's normal to not like to move around.

What’s really strange is that when this boss, who looked like he was extremely wealthy at first glance, walked into the manor, he was carrying a worn-out old-fashioned wooden suitcase. It looked like it was from the Victorian era, but it looked like something from the Victorian era. Even at that time, it was probably just an ordinary wooden box. It was a bit rough and badly made. A lot of the paint on the surface had peeled off. It could be said to be pitifully ugly. No one would pick it up if it was left on the roadside. .

Burning as firewood should be the only value of this thing.

But this thing that looked so shabby and no different from garbage was actually held in the hands of the young rich man, and he seemed to attach great importance to it.

Not only the boss, but even the bodyguards around him were very concerned about the box, as if it contained some treasure. I heard that someone was hired to appraise it.

This was a special instruction from the housekeeper, so that they, novice maids, should not be embarrassed when guests come to the door.

Of course, when they asked why those guests came, the housekeeper also said with a strange expression that it was to identify the broken box.

"I'm coming!"

A maid who was wiping the windows saw the car approaching the gate of the manor in the distance, and then she called the other little sisters, and they all gathered in front of the window to watch.It was a convoy, even one with armored vehicles.

"Wow, what are you doing here?" The maid couldn't help but whisper when she saw this scene.

"Are you here to identify the box?" Some maids asked uncertainly.

This was immediately contradicted by others.

"Have you ever seen any identification expert who came in an armored vehicle? Why do I feel that this is more like coming to fight terrorism???"

"But our news only said that the only guests who visited the manor recently were appraisal experts who came to check the boxes."

The refuted maid replied dissatisfiedly.

But other people said with hatred: "Are you stupid? This seems to be some kind of confidential matter. How could we let us know? Of course it doesn't exist. It's just like what was shown in the movie, and our Isn’t there a confidentiality clause in the contract?”

"Then what is this going to do?"

The maids all looked curiously through the windows at the motorcade that had entered the manor.

A group of people came down from above. Except for some people in suits and black sunglasses who looked like agents, there were only those soldiers who got off the armored vehicles and were fully armed.

They were all wrapped in black combat uniforms, even their heads were tightly wrapped, with a pair of black eyepieces on their eyes, holding various long guns and short cannons, and their body armors were also full of hangings. , looks like some mysterious force.

Among them, there were even some heavily armored soldiers, wearing thick body armor, standing there like an iron tower.

These people all looked around with vigilance. Even the maids who were watching in the manor were glanced at more than once. Although the eyes of these guys were hidden under the eyepieces, the maids still felt like they were It's like being cut with knives.

"This is definitely not the appraisal expert they say."

In the top room of the manor house, the old man, the old housekeeper, was looking at this scene through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, and said with an extremely serious expression:
"Mr. Jing, I don't know your identity, but the people following you don't seem to obey your orders. At least they don't belong directly to you, and they are trying to invade your privacy. I have discovered it more than once. They have placed hidden surveillance and listening devices throughout the manor. If this is something with your consent, then I won’t say anything more. If not, I would like to ask if I want to call the police for you?"

As an old man who has served in the military and has received various rigorous training including infiltration and counter-detection.

Although I have been retired for many years, I still have this awareness.

As early as when his boss came here, he had already discovered that the bodyguards did not seem to obey the boss's orders, and were performing so-called protection in a manner similar to control.

He also learned about his boss's identity.

Therefore, he wanted to find out whether his boss was in danger.

"I do not quite understand you."

Hearing this, the old butler also realized that his boss might think that this room was also under surveillance, so he simply turned around and said: "If you are worried that this exchange will leak, please Don’t worry, I’m fully prepared, I’ve checked everything here, and all monitoring and eavesdropping have been temporarily disrupted, including your mobile phone and other electronic devices that can be used for monitoring.”

As he spoke, the old man suddenly saw the young man sitting at the desk with his back to him. He suddenly laughed, with a rather playful arc on the corner of his mouth.

It didn't feel like happiness or joy at finally being out of trouble, but rather like an accident of discovering something interesting.

What he said was not a plea for help, but a rhetorical question that made him confused.

"I remember that you were a warrior, right?"

(End of this chapter)