Trafford’s Trading Club

“Still no word of Anna? ”

“Sorry, boss. We just found this thing in the end… by the road on Fifth Avenue.” My men took out a broken brooch.

Inside the building, Yefim was looking at his people - he had a good temperament, especially when dining with those politicians, to the point of being a textbook, but in his own place, he felt absolutely unnecessary to keep it that way.

So he snorted directly, spilling the wine he hadn't finished in the glass directly on his men's faces, and snorted coldly: “Humph! Crap!”

His men wiped their faces and couldn't see the angry expression, which slowly said: "Boss, last night the guy called himself Yuri of the Decabees. So many guests have heard, do you think we should contact the family and ask them what really happened? ”

Yefim continued coldly: "Contact them? This auction will be held in the name of the FC. Do you want me to contact them and tell them that I am the one who stole the painting? ”

“Boss, I mean, we can also continue to contact the Dickabees in the name of Freedom and the Joker. ”

“Idiot! Who is this Dickabee? Do you think they care about a little thief?” Yefim walked angrily back and forth in front of the couch.

Suddenly, the elevator in the back opened and a man walked in: "Boss, there was a letter for you, but it didn't bear a name. ”

“Who sent it?” Yefim frowned.

“Just a kid who shouldn't know anything.” Men flying fast: “But also said: you'll need something in here... we checked, there's nothing dangerous in there. ”

Yefim squinted his eyes and did not receive the envelope, but said softly: "Open it and see what's in it. ”

The man had to open the envelope directly from the paint.

“This is an invitation.” He stunned and looked up at Yefim slowly, “he invited you to the auction. ”

Yefim was shocked when he grabbed the invitation directly from his men, took a quick look, and then locked his eyebrows tight.

He couldn't help but recall the scene he saw last night through the lens he had hidden in Anna's brooch - so vague in the end that he couldn't see clearly, but was able to hear every word the guy who called himself Yuri said.

He'll be auctioning off the real Unknown Girl.

Yefim didn't want to see how they had this painting - what he thought was that this guy had already announced the auction in front of all the guests, and it seemed unnecessary to send an invitation.

And this is the invitation sent here!

“You go out first.” Yefim spoke softly.

Until after both his men had left, he had to rush up the spiral ladder to the upper level of the room. He presses a button, and one of the bookcases placed here opens automatically —— there's a door hidden inside.

Yefim entered the code to open the door - here, in his collection.

He was a little relieved when he saw the real "Unknown Girl" that was still here. However, this invitation he has in hand...

He had to think in the worst possible way: did the Dickabees know something?

“Yuri... Yuri?” Yefim muttered to himself.

He couldn't think of a stray bum and the heir to that crazy family as the same person, perhaps by coincidence.

Anna said that when she tackled Yuri on the platform, she found out that his alleged possession of evidence was merely a lie used to defraud...

“Is Anna lying to me that Yuri is not dead at all...”

Yefim frowned.

He suddenly grabbed the phone, dialed one of the numbers, and changed his smile: "Black, old man, how's it going? ”

“Oh, is that Yefim? Not so good, I've been bored lately. You know, the scandal of politicians colluding with gangs that broke out in VK last week, it bombed me almost every day! There has also been a recent theft of paintings...”

The voice of the people on the other end of the phone is even lighter: “Our president has spoken too... old man, if we can't find the prisoners in these two cases, maybe even the one I'm going to be a backup cooker, retire early! ”

Yefim sighed: "Yeah, it's a scandal, it's a stolen painting, it's a subway station shooting, I'm so sorry for you. ”

“Wait, old man, what are you talking about? What subway station? How come I haven't heard of this? When did that happen? Where is it? ”

Yefim stunned.

But he quickly punched haha and said that he was actually wrong.

“Yuri is not dead... Anna is lying to me! ”

But he also squints his eyes and calculates what he thinks.

……

……

On the day of the second auction.

It's an auction, and this auction is even more informal - in this kind of private place.

It could even be said that people's turf.

The auction in such a place… there is absolutely no security component at all, and it can even be said that the owner, the heir of the Decaby family, has no sincerity at all.

But when a big man came with people in his mind to try it out, he unexpectedly saw a lot of guys already gathered here.

It's still that masquerade formula that night... but it tastes completely different.

Killing almost all of today's guests does not bring their families, but more people do, and most of them are exasperated killers.

Although it's also a cover, people who know each other can probably guess who they are?

The collectors stood outside the estate's doors one by one - soon after the estate's iron door opened and the housekeeper of the estate walked out in style.

He glanced at his watch and smiled. “It's not time yet, but I'm glad you gentlemen are on time. Though not so many people that night… please come with me, Mr. Yuri has been waiting for you in there for a long time. ”

“Wait a minute! I'm taking my men in.” Men who have lost weight are in the shadows of the moment.

Edgar smiled slightly: "Of course, Mr. Yuri is very democratic and definitely not going to embarrass you. You can go ahead, but I hope you can restrain your men, and if anything unexpected happens while wandering around in there, it's not part of our compensation. ”

Edgar looked at a big man leading his men into the estate in his car, like a statue.

Until the last car entered the estate, he was still waiting - because the time was not up. Adherence to the rules of time is one of the things that this old man adheres to.

Last ten minutes.

A sophisticated carriage slowly entered the entrance to the estate.

That's right, it's a carriage.

The man in the clown mask got out of the car first and then grabbed the lady companion out of the carriage, and they slowly came to Edgar.

“Am I late? I'm sorry, I was instinctively planning to rent a sedan, but seeing this carriage from time to time, I couldn't help but rent it. ”