Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 238 Exhibition
London time, 7pm.

The London Olympia Exhibition and Convention Center, also known as the London Olympia Exhibition and Convention Center, is a landmark building in the West End of London. It was built in May 1884 and is located in Kensington, West London. It is a national agricultural achievement display and art exhibition for the entire empire on which the sun never sets. , a comprehensive exhibition center for large-scale commodity trading exhibitions, music performances and other grand events. It is also the largest national exhibition center in the entire empire where the sun never sets.

Fashion Week has already started for a day, and there are still an endless stream of tourists here, taking pictures with cameras and mobile phones.

All kinds of luxury cars drove up from time to time, including McLaren, Bugatti, Pagani, Silber, and a handsome or distinguished gentleman walked up with his dazzling female companions. There are celebrities, politicians, businessmen, and of course, there are also playboys and aristocratic young people.

At about 7:30 in the evening, a luxury convoy headed by Mercedes-Benz drove slowly. After a whole day, the tourists were already visually tired and a little numb to similar luxury convoys. They were just looking forward to taking pictures. to some of the big names that you once only saw on the news.

But they were obviously disappointed. The person in the car was not a celebrity at all, at least they didn't know him. The first people to come down were the sturdy bodyguards wearing black suits and headsets. They directly blocked the Rolls-Royce Phantom in the center. Then they opened the car door. Sean stepped out of the car and straightened his clothes. The leader walked in under the protection of bodyguards.

Maybe some ordinary people think that rich people are just pretending to have a lot of bodyguards when traveling, but only they know that there are always many people who want their lives, especially arms dealers like Sean. It may be an exaggeration to think that the number of people with ill intentions towards him ranges from London to Mali, but there are indeed many.

He can't die. Now his life is no longer his own. No one among the company's senior management and Cossack employees, including Alexey, wants to see him die, because his survival is related to the interests of these people. , so don’t say that he himself is vigilant enough. Even if he is unwilling to travel like this, these people will not allow him to take risks alone.

Moreover, what ordinary people think of as pretentious bodyguards is that many people are injured or even die every year while protecting their employers. The mortality rate was once even the same as that of firefighters, especially in countries such as Europe, except domestically.

When the tourists saw Sean, they all looked surprised.

"No, no, no, computer technology is sacred and it should not be tainted by money!" Matthew shook his head, unmoved.

"Asian?" "Is this...RB person?" "Whatever, he is a rich person anyway!"

"NoNoNo, that's a crime. I don't want to be wanted." The decadent young man shook his head and refused his friend's proposal without hesitation.

"Yes, take a look, the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the market price is over one million US dollars!" A white man with a decadent temperament and slovenly appearance, who looked like an artistic young man, revealed a little envy in his eyes.

In order to cater to the fashion theme of this exhibition, the decoration and scenery of the Victoria Iron Hall have been carefully designed by experts. Classical, trendy, novel and other different styles and cultures are displayed and integrated here.

"You have to know that the most profitable way is to commit crimes, but they are not wanted criminals, but successful people and capitalists!" The friend next to him put down the camera, turned around and seriously advised: "To be honest, Matthew, you are completely You can use your skills to make profits for yourself, even if you are helping capitalists, you can still drive a luxury car!"

"Hey, man, maybe you can hack into the bank system, and then you can have more money than him, and you can also marry a beautiful wife!" A young man beside him who was taking pictures with a camera did not look back. said.

The arrival of Sean and others attracted some people's attention. After all, in a white man's world, a yellow man suddenly broke into the world. People would naturally pay attention to him, whether they were curious, friendly, or malicious.

"Man, I heard that our dear Prince of Wales will also be attending this event."

On the glass railing on the second floor, a young man with a well-proportioned figure and slightly messy hair was holding a glass of red wine and gently shaking it. He glanced at Sean below and said meaningfully to his companions. "Of course, this is indeed a rare thing. I remember that he seemed to rarely come to the fashion week."

The companion beside him nodded in response, a pair of eyes scanning Youyou around the scene, like a falcon preparing to hunt, looking for the target.

"Hey, I also heard that the reason why the Prince of Wales came to the scene was mainly because of a yellow man. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

The young man kept looking at Sean and the bodyguards beside him downstairs, as if he wanted to see something.

"Oh? I don't know about that." His companion was obviously not that well-informed, but after hearing the young man's words, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on Sean, and his eyes on the prey were not concealed at all.

It is said that people will feel something when someone is looking at them from other directions. It is like a sixth sense that everyone has, but some people are more sensitive, such as Sean, he is such a person.

Normally, he would feel subconsciously even if someone looked at him from behind. What's more, the other party's eyes are so aggressive.

The gaze from upstairs made him subconsciously look up to the second floor. When he saw two young men holding red wine and chatting and laughing looking at him, Sean simply smiled and nodded at each other, and then turned around. It was over his head and he no longer paid attention to the other party.

He could feel the aggression from one of them, but he didn't care. He was not a piece of rotten meat, but a vulture could tear it apart. If the other party dared to come over, he would smash the other's bird's peck. , let the other person change to a vegetarian diet!
"Mr. Sean, His Royal Highness is waiting for you on the second floor."

A middle-aged man of medium build, meticulously combed hair, and wearing white gloves came straight to Sean and stopped in front of him, bowing softly.

"Lead the way."

Sean scanned the hall on the first floor. There was an endless stream of people here, gathering in twos and threes and chatting.

……

In a corner, a pair of Chinese girls were sitting on stools, eating potato chips in their hands while looking at the crowd around them with curious eyes.

"Hey, look, look over there, there's an Asian there, I don't know if he's from China."

Suddenly one of the girls shouted to her companions.

(End of this chapter)