Chapter 442 Banquet Hall

A black suit is almost standard for professional bodyguards.

Franklin was tall and tall, standing in front of people, he would exude oppressive force invisible, and from the appearance alone, he was the most suitable member of the brigade as a bodyguard.

Nobunaga's figure is quite satisfactory, and his height is also up to standard. Wearing a black suit, he looks quite elegant.

Among the four, the chivalrous man was probably the most wronged. As a bodyguard, his height didn't even reach the qualifying line. In contrast, Kuroro barely passed the line.

Paconoda held the bald man's arm, maintaining a faint smile on her face.

The two walked in front, while the four members of the brigade as bodyguards followed behind.

The bald man has become a puppet manipulated by the knights, and it is also the key for the five members of the brigade to sneak into the appreciation conference.

The number of bodyguards standing in front of the gate has increased to twenty, and they lined up outside the gate, exuding a strong aura.

Among them, a burly guard strode forward and stopped Kuroro and his party.

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

A group of six people passed through the gate and boarded the convertible tour bus.

"Ordinary people."

Kuroro thought silently.

In front of the main gate, in addition to the twenty guards on the surface, there are about fifty people in the dark, and none of them have the ability to read.

Nearly seventy people were deployed at the main entrance. Taking this value as a reference factor, the number of guards at the O'Hara Museum would be no less than ten times this value, which was the lowest estimate.

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

Kuroro tilted his head slightly, looking at the large expanse of green stretching out from the side of the road, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The number of people plus armed forces can cause qualitative changes. When there is a choice, it is unwise to attack by force.

Not to mention, this private museum is indeed unique. It can prevent knights from finding out the real details, and can make the local government agree to release so many armed guards. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a difficult bone.

The tour bus drove for about five minutes,

Kuroro saw a museum built by three ancient trees in the distance, one of which was taller, which was the main museum and the place where ancient books were kept.

Seeing the museum, Kuroro lowered his eyelids slightly, hiding the fleeting light.

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

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

This process was known before coming here, so there were not many accidents. Nobunaga didn't even bring his knife, just to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Didi..."

Check that the device is beeping as it should.

The leader of the team 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 Kuroro and the others drew out their pistols and handed them to the armed team.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The person leading the team thanked them politely, and then stepped aside.

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

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

With the strength of the brigade, there is no need to rely on firearms. The reason why they wear guns on their bodies is only to cover up their identity as bodyguards.

The O'Hara Museum did not check for equipment problems at the main entrance, and stopped people suddenly halfway. This approach may have implications, but these are not important.

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

A butler came to lead the way for Kuroro and his party, and went directly to the banquet hall.

At twelve o'clock in the noon, it was Keluoba's high-standard banquet for the guests. After the meal was over, they moved to the museum.

After entering the banquet hall, the brigade and the group were separated.

The controlled bald man and Paconoda entered the main seat, while the bodyguards were assigned to the side hall. Although they could also see the situation in the main hall, it also showed the result of their status from the side.

There was a table for ten people at the bodyguard seat. After Kuroro and the knight sat down, they immediately attracted disdainful gazes from other bodyguards. Obviously, they were bodyguards who were used to judging people by their appearance. When Franklin sat down, they all looked away peacefully.

How would Kuroro care about the clowns at the same table? He looked around and silently memorized the positions of the guards in his mind.

"Along the way, the people I saw were basically carrying automatic rifles with relatively high firepower. There were no less than two hundred guards in the banquet hall, but no one was wearing conspicuous firearms. Judging from the bulging clothes, they were only carrying 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 withdrew his gaze, gently stroked the knife and fork with his fingertips, and said to himself, from this point of view, when stealing things, the key is to look at the movement caused by Wojin and the others.

In a room with so many people, the members of the brigade did not use condensate rashly, so it is impossible to judge how many people with the ability to read in the banquet hall with as many people as before.

Time passed, and when it was twelve o'clock, the symphony resounded through the banquet hall, but the orchestra played the instruments.

During the majestic performance, a man in formal clothes got up from the main table, but it was Ke Luoba who walked towards the stage on the side of the orchestra.

The place where Sa Ling was seated was near the main table, which showed that Keluoba attached great importance to Sa Ling, which was also the result of the two days of contact between Sa Ling and Keluoba.

There were eight people seated at that table, including Mickey and Anji. Beside Sa Ling, there was a rough man who looked like Zhang Fei. His complexion was dark and he was out of place with the surrounding guests.

"Can't you wear a passable mask?" Sa Ling leaned over the man's ear and whispered to herself.

"I think so too, the problem is no."

The Zhang Fei-style man glanced at Sa Ling, and then put his gaze on the stage. To be precise, it was Keluoba.

An extremely important partner, of course, the premise is that it can be negotiated.

This rough-looking person was Luo who arrived at the O'Hara Museum in time. Among the many masks, he chose a passable one, and even adjusted his voice to match his face.

Sa Ling sighed softly when she heard the words, and also looked towards the stage.

The seemingly intimate behavior between her and Luo was noticed by Mickey and Angie at the same table.

Mickey, who planned to poach a corner, watched Luo calmly.

Angie laughed at Sa Ling's aesthetics in her heart. From her point of view, Luo is Sa Ling's immediate boss, and probably has another layer of identity that everyone knows.

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

"Thank you for coming, everyone who knows me well knows that I only came to the stage to show off, and I didn't say anything useless. I just used a song instead, showing my ugly face."

Keluoba stood upright, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the orchestra started playing immediately.

The moment the accompaniment sounded, Luo clearly noticed that the faces of most of the guests around him were different, including those at the same table.

Could it be...?

Luo was thoughtful, and then, Keluoba's singing voice that tormented others' ears was amplified by the microphone and spread to the audience.

excuse me…

Luo opened his mouth and looked at Ke Luoba who was singing on the stage with perfect movements and expressions. It was the singing voice like killing a pig, which was really unbearable.

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

A certain table in the side hall.

Kuroro, Xia Ke, Nobunaga, and Franklin looked at each other.

"A singing voice scarier than Wojin."

Through eye contact, this conclusion was reached at the same time.

In a building a kilometer away, someone sneezed.