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But when the young agent walked into Sheriff Victor's office, he saw that the sheriff was packing up the things on the table, as if he was going out.
"Yelgo, just in time, come out with me." Victor said directly, "To meet someone."
"At this time?" Yelgo gave a start and asked directly, "Who?"
"You'll know when you get there … Just remember not to make a fuss."
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Even so, Yelgo couldn't help but think — After guessing the identity of the guy in front of him, Zhang Lisheng couldn't help but think.
There was no eternal black and no eternal white. Violent organizations were the ones who stood in the gray — this was the last thing Yelgo's instructor taught him when he graduated from school.
And now, Captain Viktor was personally verifying the validity of this sentence for him.
Brubov … was far away from the political circle, but had a certain influence in the political circle. He started from some shady businesses — He was likely to become an oligarch in the next ten years, but he was extremely low-key.
Listening to his conversation with Sheriff Victor, they seemed to be old acquaintances and had a close relationship. Yelgo, who was secretly wondering whether Sheriff Victor had much contact with Brubov over the years, heard the conversation between the two.
"Auction?"
"Yes." Brubov nodded, "As far as I know, many collectors have received this invitation … Well, which group of collectors do you think you're worth?" Brubov was almost 50 years old, but he still maintained his figure very well. He nodded, "As far as I know, many collectors have received this invitation … Well, which group of collectors do you think you are worth?"
Victor furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the guy in front of him. He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you plan to join as well?"
Brubov shook his head and said, "Although I'm also a collector, for this painting … I don't think any famous painting collector can resist it. What a pity. If this was an auction that could be put on the stage, I would have gone no matter what. But not now. "
Victor nodded. He was very clear that this guy had future plans and ambitions — Under such a lofty goal, it was easy for this guy with strict self-discipline to give up some personal interests.
"The invitation is the identification of identity." Brubov said indifferently, "So I can only tell you this, but I can't give you the invitation … As for whether you can go in or not, it depends on your own ability."
"I understand." Victor nodded.
Although this guy wanted to completely clear his name, he obviously didn't want to offend some people who were also invited.
"You go out from the back door, be careful." Brubov smiled, "I have a dinner appointment with several officials, they should be here soon."
When Victor left with Yelgo, Brubov's secretary came over and said, "Sir … Is it okay for you to tell Sheriff Victor this?"
"What's the problem?" Brubov said indifferently. "Isn't fighting crime something good citizens should do? Will the whole of Moscow know that Viktor came to my house tomorrow … when there were only four people here? "
"No … No."
He knew that this was the boss's implication.
"F&C is the best thief in the world …" Brubov squinted at this time, "But what ability does this guy have to send this kind of invitation to so many people?"
He chuckled and walked to the door, preparing to welcome the incoming officials. "I hope Victor can give me a surprise," he murmured to himself.
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Like an emperor's life … Urey, who didn't enjoy this kind of life, found that even if he exhausted his imagination, he could only come up with such an adjective.
Perhaps it was due to his lack of knowledge about this kind of luxurious life, all he could do was to make the absurd but luxurious life come true one by one.
"Is there anything different about Mr. Urey today?"
There were many workers in this manor. Under the management of Steward Edgar, most of them were young and beautiful servants — Of course, they had the same fantasy as Cinderella, dreaming that one day they could catch the eye of the successor of the Typica Family.
Even if it was just for one day.
Another maid, who was wiping the glass windows in the living room, looked around and said in a low voice, "When I passed by Mr. Yuri's room just now, I heard someone moaning on the bed, so I took a glance. Nina and Vivian have taken off all their clothes … "
"Mr. Yuri will never look at us, will he?"
"God knows …" The maid who was wiping the window thought for a while, "Anyway, I have never seen Mr. Urey like … well, indulgence. Maybe he was stimulated by something. Do you know? He let people fill the bathtub with red wine and take a red wine bath. "
Suddenly there was a slight cough.
The two maids found it was Mr. Edgar, so they quickly stopped talking and started to work.
Edgar glanced at them and then turned away expressionlessly — Soon after, he came to the room of the owner of this manor and knocked on the door.
When the door of the room opened, Edgar only saw Yuri in shorts.
He was holding a wine glass, and his face was red because of drunkenness. Edgar turned his body sideways and found two familiar maids on the big bed were covering the quilt and sticking their heads out.
Urey was leaning on the door like a drunkard, saying, "Edgar, what can I do for you? Do you want to have a drink with me? "
"Sir, can we go to the study? I have something to show you. "
Urey didn't care, "Oh … Edgar, life is tiring enough, why don't you have fun while you can? If there's anything, wait until tonight … Oh, tomorrow. "
"Sir, there's an invitation for you." Edgar came closer and whispered in Urey's ear, "It's the auction of 'The Nameless Maiden'."
Urey's face slightly changed, and he seemed to be in a daze for a while. He subconsciously put the wine glass to his mouth, and after a sip, he looked at the wine glass … and put it into Edgar's hand.
"Wait for me here." Urey looked back at his room and said to the two beautiful women.
After saying that, Urey walked out of the room directly.
Edgar shook his head and quickly walked into the room. He picked up some clothes on the ground, but looked at the two maids on the bed and said, "Go back to your post and leave this room immediately."
Only then did he quickly pick up the clothes and leave as well.
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On the night of the auction.
But to the outside world, it was just a ball … a masquerade ball. To the hotel staff, it didn't matter what the real theme of the ball was. They just had to do their best to do their jobs.
Because there were too many luxury cars in the hotel parking lot — This international city naturally hid a large number of unknown rich people.
But only the sports cars in the parking lot seemed to be enough to form a supercar club, right?
This didn't include those rare limousines — To be honest, it was incredible for the hotel staff, because the hotel itself was barely a four-star hotel.
"That should be … Myfoss. There are not many people who can come to this kind of occasion as a cripple. Looking at his figure, it's probably him. "
Vicar, wearing a simple black eye mask and a suit that didn't fit him well, chattered and analyzed beside Vera.
Today, Vera was dressed in a long black dress with spaghetti straps, with a swirling black rose ornament and a black swan feather half-mask. She impatiently lifted the hem of her skirt and sped up her pace.
At this time, a luxurious golden limousine slowly drove in.
When the car stopped, a man in a white suit opened the door and walked out. There was no female companion, only an old man beside him — of course, he also wore a simple mask.
The man raised his head and glanced at the hotel, then pulled the lapel of his suit and directly walked past Vera and Vicar.
"This guy actually wears a family emblem … I seem to have seen this family emblem somewhere?" Vicar said thoughtfully.
"It's the Typica Family." Vera said slowly, "An ancient aristocratic family wandering outside."
"It was only later that I recovered by smuggling firearms …"
"Let's go in." Vera interrupted Vicar, "I want to see the environment of the venue first."
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On the hotel floor, Anna looked at the parking lot with a smile — This wasn't Efim's property, but simply a hotel owned by a small boss who didn't know anything and was happy to receive a big order.
Anna put on the bright red lipstick in front of the dressing table, rubbed her lips slightly, and then gently put on the golden colombina mask next to her.
Out of the room.
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"Sir, Miss, here we are."
The driver looked at the rearview mirror and said — He was just a car driver, so he didn't have much interest in exploring the guests' affairs.
But after driving into this parking lot and seeing many luxurious cars here, the driver couldn't help but have some thoughts … These two people, were probably the kind of guys who put on a false front to show off.
The rent of this car was calculated by the hour.
"Thank you."
But the man in a strange clown mask in the back seat said politely — He first opened the door and walked out, then turned around and stretched out his hand to his female companion.
Then he helped her out of the back seat.
The woman in a sky blue evening dress, after getting off the car, held the man's bent arm and walked into the hotel without attracting anyone's attention.
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In the banquet hall, Sheriff Victor and Detective Yelgo were holding trays, watching the guests coming in one by one … The young detective had actually been standing there for a long time.
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