Chapter 4 Funeral Bug Big Back
The car was moving very smoothly, and no vibration could be felt. However, when the car started to move, the old housekeeper in the car began to whisper instructions to Russell.
"In the next period of time, whether you are willing, young master, Caesar will follow you when you go out." Russell raised his eyebrows. Although he felt that Arthur
was making a fuss, he did not raise any objection, because As a person, Arthur would not do useless things unless he felt it was necessary.
Seeing this, Arthur continued: "This world is not as simple and beautiful as the world imagines. It is dangerous and unpredictable, like a bomb that will explode at unknown time."
Russell himself understands this, even more clearly than anyone else on this planet.
With a faint smile, Russell joked: "Bomb? Will someone hug me with a bomb?".
"Believe me, Master, if someone thinks it's necessary, bombs or whatever are just childish."
Arthur's rigid face looked like it was carved from marble ice, with a chilling warmth.
Russell nodded, put away the joking smile on his face, and said: "I know.".
After the words fell, Russell tilted his head slightly and looked out the car window.
Bomb?
He actually wanted to try the power of the Perfect Clothing.
However, if that time comes, he will not really show the power of the Perfect Breeding Equipment. He will only use two sets of breeding equipment besides the Perfect Breeding Equipment and the Holy Lance Ranger to deal with it, unless the danger has threatened him. s life.
The power of colonial clothing is not suitable to be displayed at once. After all, there are businessmen who will show all the good things at once.
Moreover, it is better to keep some trump cards, although the trump cards that ensure his safety are not just colonial equipment.
Yes, in addition to the system, he also gained an ability that was somewhat inconspicuous compared to the system.
Since it's not so eye-catching, let's use ellipsis for now.
However, whether it was colonial clothing or..., Arthur and Caesar didn't know, so they were so worried. Although according to their character, they would still be so cautious after knowing.
Under Caesar's control, the car arrived at St. Patrick's Cathedral smoothly.
As time passed, the originally empty St. Patrick's Cathedral was gradually filled with guests who came to mourn.
His eyes swept slowly, but when he passed a few faces sitting in the first row, he paused for a moment.
Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, Norman Osborn, Nick Fury and...
he knew all of these people, some of them were familiar with him, but more people didn't know him...
Perhaps noticing his gaze, Bruce Wayne turned his head and nodded to him. Upon seeing this, Russell nodded in response, while Tony Stark, who was sitting next to Bruce Wayne, was paying attention. After seeing Bruce Wayne's action, he turned his head and blinked at Russell with a sullen face, and then continued to lower his head sullenly amidst Russell's raised brows.
These two guys...
Russell curled his lips slightly, and when more people looked at him, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the priest at the front.
These two people are okay. Although their relationship with him is not considered to be friends, they are still in the ranks of old acquaintances. It is still okay to say hello. As for saying hello to other people...well...forget it for now,
he Although they 'know' a lot, they are all acquaintances who have never met in person. It is better to wait until they formally meet and get to know each other before talking. Moreover, now is not the occasion to meet 'new friends'.
Suddenly, Caesar, who was sitting next to Russell, narrowed his eyes, and a sneer flashed from the corner of his mouth. He leaned to one side and whispered in Russell's ear: "Master, there are guests. I'll send them away." ."
Russell nodded slightly, as if nothing had happened, and still listened carefully to the priest's eulogy.
Caesar stood up solemnly, and quickly walked out of the church while some people looked at him thoughtfully or with ulterior motives.
"Arthur, some bugs need to be cleaned up on the board after the funeral." Noticing some looks with ulterior motives, Arthur was about to speak when Russell's voice rang softly in his ear.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Arthur's rigid face became softer. His hand with white gloves clenched into a fist slowly loosened, and he said with a relaxed smile: "Master, you are right, yes." Time to clean up."
It seemed that the young master was far more decisive than he thought. They were overly worried and misjudged the young master's ability.
...
Reaching out and lightly pressing his ear, Caesar turned on the built-in communicator. Before his mouth opened, what he wanted to say was turned into a sound by the special communicator and reached the ears of the security personnel arranged by him. middle.
"Guests are coming, clear them out."
"Yes, Captain!"
Hearing the response from the communicator, Caesar's eyes flashed slightly, as if there was a data stream flashing by. The next moment, his eyes He became listless, then moved his head slightly, looking blankly at the surrounding buildings. Suddenly, the buildings blocking his sight seemed to become transparent, clearly showing the 'guests' hidden around him.
There were not many uninvited 'guests', only nine, but since they dared to come at this time, they must be very confident in their abilities.
And just when Caesar saw those killers, one of the men among these killers seemed to feel it, and his blank eyes met Caesar's across the building.
The next moment, there were loud gunshots and muffled grunts. With both sides suffering casualties, Caesar's figure was like a cheetah, rushing towards the man who was 'looking at' him.
The instinct developed over a long period of time told Caesar that the man was dangerous and he must kill him first.
Wearing a long black windbreaker, a sleek back hair, and a tall and straight figure, the man stood on a building not far from the church. He looked condescendingly at Caesar who rushed out, and gently dodged a bullet on one side of his body. After shooting the bullet at him, he took a deep breath, and his already sharp eyes became as sharp as if they could shoot knives.
A special pistol engraved with patterns slipped from his cuff, and was held in the palm of his slender and powerful hand. He turned his eyes slightly, raised his palm and fired a bullet in the direction from which the bullet had just been shot. After killing a guard, his sharp eyes looked at Caesar who was rushing towards him, but then, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Where are the people?"
PS: Please collect and recommend every day! Ha ha!
(End of chapter)