The cannon fodder of quick travel is not sad

Chapter 261
Of course, Ke Zhenhao wouldn't say that he was called back because of his marriage to Fang Ying, well, it's settled.

No need.

It's just a perfunctory old man. At that time, the Fang family will no longer exist. Can his marriage contract with Fang Ying continue?Even the old man would not agree.What's the use of marriage if there are no benefits to follow.

After coaxing Wu Tongyue to sleep, Ke Zhenhao went to the balcony and made a phone call, "How are you getting ready?" His voice was very low, like a cello.

"Don't worry, boss, everything is ready, just wait for two days."

Ke Zhenhao thanked him and hung up the phone.

There was a cruel and cold smile on the corner of his mouth, the Fang family is over.

Do you think it's okay not to accept the gift?Oh, these people are always thinking too naively.

Two days later, the Fang family had a birthday banquet.

The birthday banquet was held in the Fang family's old house. The hall was well decorated, well, it was a very popular Western style, and guests arrived before seven o'clock.

Siru stood upstairs, watching more and more people below. Everyone had a smile on their face. A few people gathered together, chatting and greetings, looking happy and happy.

Wearing a mask, who knows if there is a person or a ghost under the mask.

Siru turned and left. If she guessed correctly, the little mouse was coming.

Sitting on the sidelines, she quietly watched how Ke Zhenhao wanted to play.

Mr. Fang's eightieth birthday was very important. The birthday banquet was held very grandly. After all, the guests who came to the banquet were not ordinary people.

Although Siru had warned them, the Fang family also conducted a comprehensive and detailed inspection of the entire villa. Even the servants and security guards were warned one by one not to bring anything suspicious privately. If they found anything, they must immediately report it. Report.

very strict.

For ordinary people, it is very useful, but Ke Zhenhao is not for ordinary people.

Throwing a party is a hassle.

To dress up the hall, garden, prepare meals and fruits, prepare drinks and drinks, well, there are reception etiquette waiters and so on.

A lot anyway.

Obviously, the Fang family's own servants are not enough, so they need to find them from outside.

But it's not like in the novel, the recruitment of scattered waiters like college students is done by a professional team.

Carpenters, gardeners, pastry chefs, lighting engineers, bartenders, cleaners, and a host of waiters.

Ke Zhenhao had no difficulty at all in stuffing a few people in at random.

Although everyone will be strictly checked when entering, there will always be negligence.

Ke Zhenhao's men are all the elites among the elites, and they are all equipped with disguises and strategies. There is no problem in bringing something in.

What's more, on the day of the banquet, there were a lot of guests, and it was already very busy, which gave them an opportunity.

Siru was standing upstairs, her room window was facing the garden.

In the garden, the lights are not brightly lit, there is a low light not far away, the light is soft and romantic, the tree shadow flower garden fountain gazebo, there is a kind of hazy beauty.

Suddenly, a figure flashed by from the corner. Through the dim light, Siru saw that the man was wearing a gray and white workman's uniform and a peaked cap of the same color on his head. Most of it was covered, revealing the square jaw and thin lips.

He was carrying a soot-gray tool bag in his hand. The bag was not too big, it could only be said to be medium-sized. He walked quickly through the garden, looking at his very relaxed appearance, as if he was inside the bulging bag. Only one pocket of air.

There was no one in the garden at this time. The banquet was about to start and everyone was in the hall.He easily passed through the garden and entered the side door of the villa.

Siru lowered her eyes, and her slightly raised lips showed her good mood at the moment. If you are here, then don't leave.

The night breeze was cool and cool, and the white and soft tulle curtains moved gently, behind the curtains, there was no one there.

The Fang family's old house is very big. Nighthawk is carrying the tool bag, and moves easily and quickly, as if the "white sugar" in the bag weighs nothing to him.

Although it's only been a few days since he came to Fang's house, he has already engraved the layout of the entire villa into his mind, and he feels like a fish in water when he takes action.

He climbed up a flight of stairs and passed through a dark passage. At the end of the passage, there was a door. He carried his bag and put his ears on the door. He moved his ears, and then gently pushed the door open a thin crack to make sure. There was no one, so he slowly opened the door, and slid out like a loach.

In the corridor, the lights were bright, but there was no one at the moment. Nighthawk lowered his head and walked quickly, and the bag in his hand seemed to have no weight at all.

Turning the corner, a man walked towards him. He had a handsome face, a tall figure, a pair of golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, and a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth. He looked very refined and handsome.

Looks like a business upstart.

But it was strange, he saw Nighthawk, and there was no surprise on his face.

In the main building of the villa, um, the very important and private place on the second floor, a worker with a toolbox appeared, walking hurriedly.

The two passed by, Ye Ying raised his head and glanced at the man, and after a brief second of looking at each other, they quickly separated.

They looked like two people who didn't know each other at all.

Nighthawk quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He went up to the third floor.

The third floor happened to be the important study area of ​​the old man of the Fang family.

At this point, the banquet has begun.

Nighthawk opened the door of the study quickly and lightly, and slipped in sideways.

Mr. Fang's study room has a strong sense of history. The rows of mahogany bookshelves are filled with famous books from all over the world. Well, most of them are about history and the like.

He carried the bag, went straight to the safe in the corner of the study, put the bag aside, squatted down, took out a long and thin needle from his pocket, poked it in slowly, fiddled a few times, the safe The door opened.

Inside, it's pretty empty.

There were a few old-looking letters, a set of bright red clothes, and a very exquisite and simple sandalwood box.

Nighthawk lowered his eyes, quickly emptied the contents of the cabinet, put them on the ground, opened the tool bag, took out a box wrapped in black satin and fine silk, and gently put it on the top shelf of the safe.

The rest is "white sugar".

Wrapped one by one with paper, each piece is the same size, only a white ball can be seen in the corner of the unlit study room. .

Facing so much "white sugar", Yeying didn't have any expression on his face, as if what was in front of him was not "white sugar" but dung.

He quickly put the things into the safe. The cabinet was not big, only half a person's height, well, about eighty centimeters. The pocket of "sugar" filled the cabinet to the brim.

I checked it again, and after confirming that there was no problem, I closed the cabinet door.

Just as he was about to lower his head to put the original things in the safe on the ground into his bag, he heard a crisp and laughing voice next to his ear.

"Yeah, caught a thief."

Nighthawk: ...

Before he could react, he only felt a sudden pain behind his ear, and he didn't know anything else.

Before he passed out, there was only one voice in his head.

In the end, who is it.

(End of this chapter)