A black suit is almost the standard for professional bodyguards.

Franklin is tall and will invisibly exude pressure when standing in front of others. From the appearance alone, he is the most suitable member of the brigade who is a bodyguard.

Nobunaga has a moderate figure and a standard height. He wears a black suit and looks quite stylish.

Among the four, the knight was probably the most aggrieved. As a bodyguard, he didn't even reach the passing line. In comparison, Kurolo could barely cross the line.

Parker Noda held the bald man's arm and maintained a faint smile on her face.

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

The bald man has become a puppet controlled by the heroes and is also the key to the five-member team of the brigade infiltrating into the appreciation conference.

The number of bodyguards guarding in front of the gate increased to twenty, ranking outside the gate, exuding a strong momentum.

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

The bald man took out a small and exquisite invitation from his pocket with expressionless expression and handed it to the guard. The latter took the invitation and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he immediately released it.

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

"Ordinary people."

Kulolo was thinking silently.

In front of the main gate, in addition to the twenty guards on the open, there were about fifty people secretly, including those who did not have the ability to recite.

Nearly seventy people were invested in the main entrance. Using this value as a reference factor, the number of guards in the Ohara Museum will be no less than ten times the value, which is the lowest estimate.

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

Kurolo turned his head slightly, looking at the large area of ​​green that stretched out from the roadside, and his mouth slightly raised.

The number of people plus the armed forces can cause qualitative change. If there is a choice, it is really unwise to attack.

If you see, this private museum is indeed unique. It can make the knights unable to find the true details and make the local ruling agree to put so many armed guards. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a difficult bone to crack.

After driving for about five minutes, Kuloro saw a museum built from three ancient trees in the distance. One of them was taller, the main hall and the place where ancient books were placed.

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

The tour bus stopped halfway, and a team of excellent guns approached, and the leader said politely: "Please cooperate with the inspection."

The bald man got off the car, and Kurolo and others also calmly got off the car.

I knew this process before I came, but there were no surprises. Nobunaga didn't even bring his knife, just to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Didi..."

Check that the equipment makes the appropriate sound.

The leader said calmly: "Please disarm, please rest assured that the defense of the Ohara Museum is obvious to all."

The bald man waved his hand, and Kurolo and others pulled out their pistols and handed them to the armed team.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The leader thanked him politely and then moved aside.

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

Since the tour bus driver was from the Ohara Museum, the members of the brigade did not communicate with each other when they were in the bus.

With the strength of the brigade, there is no need to rely on firearms. The reason why the gun is installed on the body is just to conceal the identity of the bodyguard.

The Ohara Museum did not check for equipment problems at the main entrance, and it was only when it was halfway through. This approach may have some meaning, but none of these matters.

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

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

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, it was a high-standard banquet for the guests by Cloba. After the meal, he moved to the museum.

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

The controlled bald man and Park Noda entered the main seat, while the bodyguard was arranged to the side hall. Although the situation in the main hall could also be seen, it also indirectly showed the result of the status.

The bodyguard seat was a table of ten people. After Kurolo and the knights sat down, they immediately attracted disdainful attention from other bodyguards. It was obviously a bodyguard who was used to judge people by their appearance. When Franklin sat down, they all calmly withdrew their eyes.

How could Kulolo pay attention to the clowns at his deskmate? He looked around and silently remembered the location of the guards in his mind.

"Along the way, the people I saw were basically carrying automatic rifles with high firepower. The number of guards in the banquet hall was no less than 200, but no one wore conspicuous guns. Judging from the bulging clothes, they only brought pistols."

"It pays great attention to safety and also emphasizes kung fu."

"Is it necessary or not necessary difference..."

Kurolo retracted his gaze, gently stroked the knife and fork, and muttered to himself in his heart. It seems that when stealing things, the key is to get the movement caused by Jin and the others.

In such a crowded room, the members of the brigade did not use the condensed body rashly, so they could not judge how many people had the ability to recite in the banquet hall of the predecessors in the room.

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

In the majestic and atmospheric performance, a man in a formal suit got up from the main table, but Cloba walked towards the stage on the side of the orchestra.

The seat of Saling is near the main table, which shows Cloba's attention to Saling, which is also the result of Saling and Cloba's contact in the past two days.

There were eight people sitting at the table, Mickey and Anji were also here. Next to Saling was a rough man who looked like Zhang Fei, with dark skin and incompatible with the guests around him.

"Can't you bring a mask that's right?" Sa Ling leaned into the man's ear and murmured to herself.

"I think so, the problem is that there is no."

The man in Zhang Fei glanced at Sa Ling and then looked on the stage. To be precise, Cloba.

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

This rough-looking man, but Luo, who arrived at the Ohara Museum in time, chose a decent photo among the many masks. In order to match his face, he even adjusted his voice.

Sa Ling sighed lightly when she heard this and looked at the stage.

Her seemingly intimate behavior and Luo were seen by Mickey and Anji, who were at the same table.

Mickey, who had the intention of poaching, observed Luo calmly.

An Ji laughed at Sa Ling's aesthetic view in her heart. In her opinion, Luo was Sa Ling's immediate boss, and there was probably another level of identity that was well-known to everyone.

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

"Thank you for your arrival. Anyone who knows me knows that I just go on stage to express my feelings and don't say anything useless. I just use a song to replace it and make a fool of myself."

Cloba stood up straight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the orchestra immediately started playing.

The moment the accompaniment sounded, Luo Bianming noticed that most of the guests around him had different expressions, including those of his deskmates, as well.

Could it be...?

Luo felt thoughtful, and then Clobana's singing torture other people's ears was amplified through the microphone to the audience.

Interrupted...

Luo opened his mouth and looked at Cloba who sang on the stage with very good movements and expressions. He was the sound of slaughtering pigs, which was really unpleasant.

"This song is probably even more terrifying than gold."

A table in the side hall.

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

"A song that is even more terrifying than gold."

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

Someone sneezes in the building one kilometer away.
Chapter completed!