Food Hunter

Black suits are almost standard for professional bodyguards.

Franklin's body is tall, standing in front of people, will invisibly radiate pressure, just from the appearance, is the most suitable for the bodyguard status of the brigade member.

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

Among the four, I am afraid that the knight is most aggrieved. As far as the bodyguard is concerned, he has not even reached the pass line. In contrast, Kulolo barely stepped on the line.

Parker Noda held the bald man's arm, with a faint smile on his face.

The two walked ahead, while the four members of the brigade serving as bodyguards followed behind.

The bald man has become a puppet manipulated by knights, and is also the key to the five-member brigade entering the appreciation conference.

The number of bodyguards guarding the gate has increased to twenty. They lined up outside, exuding a not-so-weak momentum.

Among them, a strong doorman strode forward and stopped Kurolo and his group.

The bald man took out the small and exquisite invitation from his pocket expressionlessly, and handed it to the guard, who took the invitation and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he immediately let it go.

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

"Ordinary people."

Kurolo thought silently.

In front of the main entrance, in addition to the twenty guards on the surface, there were about fifty people secretly, among them there were no people with the ability to think.

Nearly 70 people were invested at the front entrance. Using this value as a reference factor, the number of guards in the O'Hara Museum will be no less than ten times this value. This is the lowest estimate.

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

Kulolo tilted his head slightly, looking at the large greenery stretching out from the roadside, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The number of people plus the armed forces can cause a qualitative change, and when there is a choice, it is not wise to attack by force.

Needless to say, this private museum does have its own unique features, allowing the knights to not find out the true details, and allowing the local government to agree to release so many armed guards. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is difficult to chew.

After the tour bus drove for about five minutes, Kulolo saw a museum built by three ancient trees in the distance. One of them was taller and was the main museum and also the place where ancient books were placed.

Seeing the museum, Kulolo's eyelids drooped slightly, concealing the flash of light.

The tour bus stopped halfway, and a team armed with sophisticated firearms approached, and the leader politely said, "Please cooperate with the inspection."

The bald man got out of the car, and Kulolo calmly got out of the car.

This process was known before he came, and there were no accidents. Nobunaga didn't even bring his knife, just to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Didi..."

Check that the equipment is making proper noises.

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

The bald man waved his hand, and several of Kulolo drew out their pistols and handed them to the armed team.

"Thanks for your cooperation."

The leader politely thanked him, and then stepped aside.

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

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

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

The O'Hara Museum did not check the equipment at the front entrance, and stopped people abruptly in the middle. This may have implications, but these are not important anymore.

The tour bus stopped in front of the palace-style building with the largest area, and everyone got off.

A housekeeper came to lead the way for Kulolo and his party and went directly to the banquet hall.

At twelve o'clock at noon, it was Klobba's high-level banquet for the guests. After the meal was over, he moved to the museum.

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

The controlled bald man and Parker Nauda entered the main seat, while the bodyguard was arranged in the side hall. Although the main hall can also be seen, it also showed the result of the status.

The bodyguard seat was a table of ten. After Kurolo and the knight sat down, they immediately attracted the disdainful attention of other bodyguards. They were obviously bodyguards who were accustomed to judging people by appearance. When Franklin sat down, they all regained their gazes.

How did Kulolo care about the clowns at the same table? He looked around, silently remembering the location of the guards in his mind.

"Along the way, the people I saw basically carried automatic rifles with greater firepower. There were no less than two hundred guards in the banquet hall, but no one wore conspicuous firearms. Judging from the bulging clothing, they only brought pistols. "

"It pays great attention to safety, and at the same time pays attention to showing kung fu."

"Is there a difference between necessary and unnecessary..."

Kuroro retracted his gaze, gently stroked the knife and fork with his fingertips, and muttered to himself. It seems that the key to the theft depends on the movement caused by Wojin and the others.

In a room with so many people, the members of the brigade did not rush to use it, so it is impossible to judge how many people with the ability to think there are in the banquet hall of predecessors.

Time passed, and when it pointed to twelve o'clock, the symphony resounded throughout the banquet hall, but the orchestra played its instruments.

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

The seat where Saling is seated is near the main table, which shows that Kloba attaches great importance to Saling, which is also the result of the two-day contact between Saling and Kloba.

There were eight people seated at that table. Mickey and Angie were also seated here. Next to Saling was a rough man who looked like Zhang Fei, dark complexion, and incompatible with the surrounding guests.

"Can't you wear a decent mask?" Saling softly leaned over the man's ear and muttered to herself in a low voice.

"I think too, the question is no."

The Zhang Fei-style man glanced at Saling, then set his gaze on the stage, to be precise, it was Kloba.

Very important cooperators, of course, the premise is that they can be negotiated.

This rough-looking person was Luo who rushed to the O'Hara Museum in time. Among the many masks, he chose one that could be seen, and even adjusted his voice to match the face.

After hearing the words, Saling sighed lightly, and also looked towards the stage.

She and Luo's seemingly intimate behavior was seen by Mickey and Angie at the same table.

Mickey, who had plans to dig a corner, watched Luo calmly.

An Ji laughed at Saling's aesthetics in her heart. In her opinion, Luo is Saling's immediate boss, and it is estimated that there is another level of identity that is well-known to passers-by.

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

"Thank you for coming. People who are familiar with me know that I came to the stage just to show, and I didn't say any useless words, so I replaced it with a song to show my ugliness."

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

At the moment when the accompaniment sounded ~www.ltnovel.com~ Luo Renming noticed that the faces of most of the guests around him were different, including those at the same table.

Could it be...?

Luo Ruo thoughtful, and then, Clobana's tormenting ears of others' ears were amplified by the microphone and spread to the audience.

excuse me…

Luo opened his mouth and looked at Kloba, whose singing movements and expressions were so good on stage, that was the sound of a pig-killing singing, which was really unbearable.

"This singing is probably even scarier than Wo Jin."

A certain table in the side hall.

Kuroro, the knight, Nobunaga, and Franklin looked at each other.

"Singing more terrifying than Woking."

Through eye contact, I came to this conclusion at the same time.

Someone sneezed in a building one kilometer away.