Trafford’s Trading Club

For hotel staff who are asked to leave the ballroom, although curious - leaving is not a good thing either.

Why is that?

Of course it's because you don't have to work!

But someone won't … such as Mr. Yergo, a young agent. Because of information from a ‘businessman' who was reluctant to show up, they were able to get mixed up early in the hotel.

“Police Mr. Victor, in that case, we cannot see what is happening inside.” Yergo had to be slightly more hasty.

“Quiet for now.” Victor frowned. His palms were covered in his ears and he seemed to be listening carefully… but all he could hear was basically a murmur.

Even suddenly it stings!

Victor instinctively took the earplugs off of his earholes, and his face didn't look so good - like a defeated hound, "There's something in there that interferes, damn it! ”

“So we'll just have to wait?” Yergo frowned, "Why don't we just crash in, steal it and get it by ourselves? ”

“That's a good idea!” Viktor nods: “This task is yours! Don't worry, I'll find a chance to collect your body. ”

“This…”

“Do you know who's in there?” Victor sneered: “Even if you die here, all the newspapers and even the web pages in Moscow tomorrow won't even have a single line about you! ”

Yergo walked around in agitation, looking out the hallway window, and suddenly the psychic said, "Victor, look at this! ”

It's a lift that hangs on the exterior wall of the hotel and cleans the exterior glass.

……

……

“What does Yuri want to do? ”

The maid whispered funny in her boss's ear... yes, she did, not ask. Lochu knew she was just curious, not necessarily immediately - or just a chatty, knowledgeable question.

“Just look and you'll see.” Rochu said softly, "As he is now, he will be safe and sound unless he kills directly here. ”

Those with heads, especially those who survive in the darkness overshadowed by the will of the State, are vast and petty.

For example —— this painting is a fake.

This did not cause confusion on the scene, nor did anyone immediately begin to refute it, or merely observe it - but as the auctioneer at this auction, Anna's eyes naturally slipped for a moment.

But she kept her face open and looked at the man who wobbled up in the room —— the white tuxedo -- and simply put on an eye mask.

Seems to have seen it somewhere - a familiar feeling that puzzled Anna.

And that's when Anna heard a voice in her ear —— Yefim's voice: Let's get this guy closer, and I'll see where he comes from.

Of course he didn't attend the party, and now he's sitting comfortably in a fortress-like room defending himself, just watching the auction through her.

“Mmm.”

Anna answered softly, then her big red lips revealed an arc. She put a brooch on her chest and gracefully stepped down on the table and said, “Sir, if you think this painting is fake, you can verify it. In fact, I'm allowing everyone who's doing it to verify it. ”

Anna lifted her hair and glanced around the ballroom: “I believe that fake things can fool one or two people… but they can never fool everyone, can they? ”

The two are already so close - probably less than a metre apart. Anna has been able to see the whole body of this white man well.

“It's the family emblem of the Decabees… be careful and try not to mess with each other. ”

Anna doesn't really know what's going on with the so-called Decabees, but with Yefim's energy, she also says not to deal directly with evil, obviously the other side has a lot to offer.

“Let me verify it for you. ”

Listen, this guy is confident, but he's drunk and crazy, and Anna smiles, “Sure, I want to see what this gentleman has in mind. ”

……

Didn't recognize it.

Yuri thought silently - although he was wearing a simple blindfold - that there was little way to conceal the contours on his face.

He used to think that he and this woman were almost as good as souls. He knew her everywhere, her smell, her movements, her voice —— he thought she was the same.

But Anna didn't hear his voice -- maybe because he had everything he had in exchange for everything he had today, so that Yuri didn't exist anymore?

Or, in her mind, Yuri is gone and has disappeared into the station forever.

But I'm back.

I saw death, climbed back from that cold hell... and Yuri took a deep breath and walked past Anna.

He suddenly said, "But it's all rose red, and it suits you best. ”

The voice is very small, only Anna can hear it. The moment she heard it, she remembered that someone had said the same thing. Anna suddenly turned around and looked at this shadow walking toward the stage.

She felt a little familiar… a little confused.

But the two men who guarded the painting on the table apparently refused to let Yuri get too close at the moment, "Sir, please keep at least a metre away. This distance should be enough for you to watch carefully. ”

Yuri shrugged her shoulders.

He turned around and looked at everyone in the ballroom and suddenly said, "Before I prove it, how many people here think this painting is true... oh, please don't let my interruption affect your judgment. Don't you have faith in your own eyes when you come here? Or are you all trash, because one word of mine loses confidence in the right judgment? ”

He was almost ridiculed by the crowd… the huge cartoon instantly caused almost everyone here to feel uncomfortable.

“You're so arrogant.” In the sitting room, a thin old man says, "No talking, not because you can't see it's true or false, just because you're in too much of a hurry. ”

The person who can sit here, the one who didn't go through the big wind waves, who could calm down —— they don't choose to mess around on this occasion, and even if the auction were just a farce, they would think of it as a normal masquerade.

Yuri understood what the old man meant. But in his bones, he's essentially different from everyone else here —— even if he's got all these fantasies today, he doesn't think of himself as someone in the same world.

“Really?” Yuri suddenly whistled softly: “Well, let me tell you why this painting is fake, you see, in this painting...”

His words paused deliberately here, but suddenly attracted the attention of the vast majority of the population, including even the men who were busy guarding the painting, and their eyes looked unconsciously at the position Yuri pointed to.

Right now.

Yuri threw the liquor from the glass on her hand onto the top of the painting, containing a lot of alcohol, and suddenly dissolved the paint pigment.

The wine poured on the woman's face in the painting melted the anonymous woman's eyes all at once, and the wine mixed with pigment began to slide down on the anonymous woman's face, like a black tear.

Yuri said softly, “That's because this painting is now a piece of garbage. ”

“My God!! He ruined the painting! Destroyed Unknown Girl!! ”

In front of this multitude of people, like a madman, destroy this famous painting of the world - somewhat gathered here in the collector's heart for the first time not to blame the madman angrily, but to mourn in his heart the destruction of the world's treasures!

“Arrest this guy first! ”

Also completely stunned by this scene, Anna, when she heard Yefim's repressed, unusually cold voice!

Anna was quick, too, and she made a quick gesture at the two men on the stage - they were told and walked straight to Yuri, "Sir, I think we need to have a moment alone. ”

Boo--!

Boo--!

Unexpectedly, when the two men weren't close enough, there were two stinging noises in this scene: gunshots!

For a moment, they looked incredibly at their bloodstained chests and dared not fall to the ground. Yuri seemed so calm that the decanter in his other hand slowly poured over the two, which filled his glass and turned around to pay a far-reaching tribute to an old man in the ballroom holding a silver pistol.

The old man who suddenly shot and killed two people… Mr. Butler of the Dickabee family.

……

How is it possible to come to a place like this and participate in auctions that are rare, all of which have a lot to offer in their respective fields, without people with responsibility for security around them?

When the gunshots came to mind, the guests' bodyguards had protected their bosses for the first time. They also have their own weapons, and at this moment… they are alerting anyone around them.

“Is this a declaration of war? This is a declaration of war! I don't care about the Deepika family! Anna, get this guy! Make sure you catch this guy!! I want the Deepika family to make up for all my losses!! ”

That was Yefim roaring.

“Don't let this gentleman leave.” Anna wasn't just making gestures at the moment, she was telling her in an angry voice.

At this time, however, the entrance to the ballroom was broken down, and a dozen men dressed in white suit burst into the hall. The butler said softly, "Protect the boss. ”

Bang, bang, bang... bang!

Bang--!!

“Hahahahahahahahahaha!!! ”

In the midst of the constant gunshots, there was also a loud laugh like Yurina's lunatic.

He jumped off the table, on his own side, Anna Fang... Among the many guests shooting, he shook his head, poured wine, drank, laughed, walked to a small square table in the corner and sat down.

And this table, which has been sitting quietly, is obviously the owner of the club and the maid.

No matter how chaotic that gunshot sounded, no matter how many guests turned over to the table, no matter how scared they were hiding under the table, no matter how many people fell on the ground at this time, even more so than those lights, those cups were smashed by stray bullets.

Yuri just laughed and took off the blindfold all of a sudden, still casually on the ground.

He said, "Is it nice? Interesting? I know you must be here... I know you'll be interested in what I want to do. ”

And Rochu said softly, "Well, it's a lot better to feel it in person than what you see in the movie… is this what the Guest wants for revenge? ”

“No.” Yuri threw the glass out of her hand, filling the decanter with spirits, like animals, “It's just the beginning... I have twenty-nine days left, right? ”

“I look forward to it. ”

……

Victor and Yergo had to lie on a lift on the hotel's exterior wall… mainly because the banquet hall was a little overpowered.

“Mr. Victor, back up! Call for backup! This is no longer a minor event! ”

“I know! But what we need to do now is to get out of your good idea! ”

In saying this, the cable of the crane was interrupted by a flying bullet, and the balancing crane table fell into a corner.

In the cold wind, young Agent Yergo and Sheriff Victor, who had just returned from a half-time vacation, rocked and rocked.

Yergo said he was actually afraid of heights.

So...

“Help!! ”