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The reception feast begins

The spotlight was on her, she was originally naturally beautiful, and she was more like a goddess who should not appear in the world after carefully dressing up, especially when she opened her mouth to sing the moving heavenly sound, almost everyone at the scene felt that she was really a goddess who came to the world.

Bourville walked behind a gentleman, grabbed the guy's wrists with one hand, and the needle hidden in his sleeve stabbed out, and the man lost control of his body.

Bourwer whispered in his ear: "You guys are really 13 is so bad, really don't you want to be so obvious, you still have the heart to tidy up your clothes while everyone else is enjoying the moving singing."

Check that the crossbow in your cuff is ready. It's too unprofessional, isn't it, this kind of thing, but you have to check it before you act, you know?"

The man opened his mouth to speak, but he was now completely incapacitated, and could only open his mouth wide and let out a slightly rapid exhalation.

After confirming that he was fully under control through the information on the contact lens, Bourville let go of his hand and handed the guy over to the remote terminal to let him get out of the place after a while.

At the same time that Bourville had neutralized a threat, Catherine also gave Kelvin an order: "There's a sniper there's a sniper in the third window from the left on the sixty-fifth floor of Building Four, kill him." "

"Order!"

Seventeen seconds later, the spot flashed twice, and Catherine saw it and looked elsewhere.

After Angelina finished singing, the scene also began to applaud, and the reception banquet officially began.

Elites from all walks of life interacted with each other, danced in the melodious symphony, and savored the delicious food and wine.

The soldiers of the Western Legion were still very loyal, and they were still standing around while everyone else was eating, drinking, and merrymaking.

Occasionally moving around to prove that they weren't statues, it was clear that they didn't know exactly how to protect an important person at such a banquet without embarrassing the whole atmosphere.

The evening feast was relatively successful, everyone had a great time, and at about eleven o'clock in the evening, the feast ended, and everyone left one after another, returning to their respective quarters. Of course, some people can't go back.

Catherine returned to her room and changed into a more fitting outfit before leaving the Grand Hotel, and came to the sixty-fifth floor of the building next to the Great Hotel that Catherine had marked as Building No. 4. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The door immediately opened from the inside, and it was Kelvin who opened it.

"How's it going, did you ask anything?"

Kelvin shook his head helplessly: "This guy has a very hard mouth, he is a professional killer, and he doesn't want to explain what he knows." "

Catherine walked inside and found that it had once been an art studio, with classical paintings on the surrounding walls, and the décor was antique and elaborate: "Is this house rented temporarily, or is it a killer or someone's personal property?" "

Bourville came out of the other room and replied, "Personal assets, belong to the guy I captured, and he is also a Heptoon. He should be a high-level dead soldier who has been cultivated, and the chip has been injected in recent years, so it should not be voluntary. "

"Can you find out who his master is?"