Trafford’s Trading Club

But the young detective who had just walked into Sheriff Victor's office saw the Sheriff packing things on the countertop, as if he was about to go out.

"Yergo, just in time, come with me." Victor said directly: "Go and meet someone."

"At this time?" Yergo was stunned and asked directly: "Who are you meeting?"

"You'll know when you get there... Just remember not to make a fuss later."

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But even though he said that, can it really make a fuss... Yergo couldn't help but think slightly after guessing the identity of the guy in front of him.

There is no eternal black and no eternal white. Violent institutions are the real people who stand in gray. This is the last thing that Yergo's instructor taught him when he graduated from school.

And now Sheriff Victor is personally verifying the correct character of this sentence for him.

Brubov... this guy who is far away from the political arena, but has a certain influence in the political arena. He started his career with some obscure business. This is a guy who is very likely to become a leader in the next ten years. An oligarch, but an unusually low-key person.

Listening to the conversation between him and Sheriff Victor, it seemed that they were old acquaintances and had a close friendship. Yergo, who was secretly thinking about whether Sheriff Victor had had much contact with Brubov over the years, heard the conversation between the two.

"auctions?"

"Yes." Brubov, who is almost fifty years old but still in good shape, nodded and said: "As far as I know, many collectors have received this invitation... Well, you are worthy of me. The collectors I’m talking about are specifically worth that group of people.”

Victor frowned directly, staring at the guy in front of him, and his voice became a little deeper: "Are you planning to participate too?"

Brubov shook his head and said: "Although I also prefer collecting, as for this painting... I think no one who is a collector of famous paintings can resist it. It's a pity, if this can be put on the table I'll go to the auction no matter what. But that's not possible now."

Victor nodded. He knew very well that this guy had future plans and ambitions. Under such ambitious goals, it was too easy for this guy with such demanding self-discipline to give up some personal interests.

"The invitation is for identification." Brubov said calmly: "So I can only tell you this, but I can't give you the invitation... As for whether you can go in, it depends on your own ability. .”

"I understand." Victor nodded.

Although this guy wanted to clear his name completely, it was obvious that he was not willing to offend some of the people who were also invited.

"You guys go out through the back door, be careful." Brubov smiled and said, "I have invited some officials to dinner, and they should be arriving soon."

After Victor left with Yergo simply, Brubov's secretary came over and said, "Sir... Is there no problem with you telling Sheriff Victor this?"

"What's the problem?" Brubov said calmly: "Isn't fighting crime something a good citizen should do? Could it be that tomorrow the whole of Moscow will know that Victor came to my house... There were only four people present there just now Under circumstances?"

"No...no way."

He knew that this was what the boss meant.

"\u0026Even if the theft technology is the best in the world..." Brubov narrowed his eyes at this time and said: "But what ability does this guy have to send out such invitations to so many people?"

He laughed heartily and walked towards the door, preparing to greet the incoming officials. He said to himself: "I hope Victor can give me a surprise."

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A life like an emperor... Yuri, who had never enjoyed this kind of life, found that even if he exhausted all his imagination, he could only think of such adjectives.

Perhaps he lacks knowledge about this luxurious life. All he can do is realize the absurd life he imagined, but it is full of extravagance and extravagance.

"Mr. Yuri, is there anything different today?"

This manor has a lot of workers, and under the management of the housekeeper Edgar, most of them are young and beautiful servants. Of course, they have Cinderella-like fantasies, dreaming that one day they can make the Dickaby family The day that the heir took his fancy.

Even if it’s just for a day, that’s fine.

When asked, another maid who was wiping the glass window in the living room looked around and lowered her voice and said: "When I just passed Mr. Yuri's room, I heard the sound of calling for bed, and then I took a look. Nina and Vivian took off their clothes..."

"Mr. Yuri will never look at us, right?"

"God knows..." the window-cleaning maid thought for a while, "I have never seen Mr. Yuri so... um, indulgent. Maybe he was stimulated by something. You know? He asked someone to pour red wine. Filled the tub and took a red wine bath.”

Suddenly there was a slight coughing sound.

When the two maids saw that it was Mr. Edgar, they quickly stopped talking and went to work.

Edgar took a look, then turned around and left expressionlessly. Not long after, he came to the manor owner's room and knocked on the door.

When the door to the room opened, all Edgar saw was Yuri in shorts.

He was holding a wine glass, and his face was a reddish color after being drunk. Edgar turned sideways and found that on the big bed, two maids he was familiar with were covering themselves with quilts and poking their heads out.

Yuri looked like a drunkard at this time, leaning against the door and saying: "Edgar, what do you want from me? Do you want to have a drink with me?"

"Sir, can you come to the study? There are some things I need to explain to you."

Yuri said indifferently: "Oh... Edgar, life is tiring enough, why not enjoy yourself in time? If you have anything else, let's wait until night... oh, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Sir, there is an invitation letter for you." Edgar came closer and whispered in Yuri's ear: "It is the auction of "The Unknown Girl"."

Yuri's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to be in a daze for a while. He subconsciously put the wine glass towards his mouth, took a sip, and then looked at the wine glass... and stuffed it into Edgar's hand.

"Wait for me here." Yuri looked back at his room and said to the two beautiful women.

With that said, Yuri walked out of the room.

Edgar shook his head, quickly walked into the room, picked up some clothes on the floor, then looked at the two maids on the bed and said: "Go back to work and leave this room immediately."

Then he quickly took the clothes and left.

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The night of the auction.

But to the outside world, this is just a ball... The masquerade ball does not matter to the hotel staff, no matter what the real theme of the ball is, they just need to do their best in every job.

Because there are so many luxury cars coming to the hotel parking lot. This international city naturally hides a large number of unknown rich people.

But just the sports cars in the parking lot alone seem to be enough to form a supercar club, right?

This does not include those rare RVs. This is simply unbelievable to the hotel staff, because the hotel itself has barely reached a four-star rating.

"That one should be...Mufus. There are not many people who can come to such an occasion and are still lame. Judging from his figure, he is probably the one."

Vika, who simply wore a black eye patch and an ill-fitting suit, was chattering and analyzing beside Vera.

Today's outfit was a long black dress with suspenders, decorated with twisting black roses on her body, and a black swan feather half-mask. Vera impatiently lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and quickened her pace.

At this time, a luxurious all-gold RV slowly drove in.

When the car stopped, I saw a man in a white suit opening the door and walking out. There was no female companion, and there was only an old man beside him. Of course, he also wore a simple face mask.

The man raised his head and glanced at the hotel, then pulled up the lapel of his suit and walked directly past Vera and Vika.

"This guy actually has a family crest on him... I seem to have seen this kind of family crest somewhere?" Vika said thoughtfully.

"It's the Dikapi family." Vera said slowly: "An ancient noble family living outside."

"It was only through arms smuggling that I recovered..."

"Go in." Vera interrupted Vika, "I want to see the environment of the venue first."

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On the hotel floor, Anna looked at the location of the parking lot and smiled. This was not Yefim's property, it was just a hotel owned by a small owner who didn't know anything and was happy to receive a big order.

Putting on bright red lipstick in front of the dressing table, Anna rubbed her lips slightly, and then gently lifted up the golden pantyhose mask placed next to her.

Out of the room.

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"Sir, Miss, we're here."

The driver looked in the rearview mirror and said that he was just a driver for a car dealership and didn't have much interest in exploring the customers' affairs.

But after driving into this parking lot and seeing the many luxury cars here, the driver had to have some thoughts... These two people are probably the kind of guys who try to make their faces look fat, right?

The rental price for this car is calculated by the hour.

"Thanks."

But in the back seat, the man wearing a strange clown mask said something polite. He first opened the car door and walked out, then turned around and extended his hand to his female companion.

Help people out of the back seat.

The woman in a sky blue evening dress got out of the car, put her hand on the man's bent arm, and walked into the hotel without seeming to attract anyone's attention.

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In the banquet hall, Sheriff Victor and Agent Yergo were holding trays in their hands, watching guests come in one after another... The young agent had actually been standing for a long time.

His legs felt a little sore. (To be continued.)