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"The cocktail party starts at six o'clock and is expected to end around ** o'clock. You should all be on your way by now," Chen Rui communicated through the radio with the six Special Forces Soldiers.
"Yeah, I should arrive at the venue around five fifty," the voice of Elephant General came through, somewhat low and unclear due to the distance.
"I've staggered your arrival times a bit, but the Fox will likely make an appearance around six ten. After all, showing up too early won't create a stir, and those who arrive late are generally looked down upon. You don't need to worry about that; what you need now is to attract George's attention. You're currently in position, and a taxi will arrive in twenty minutes, so book one for five fifty," Chen Rui instructed from his office at the FBI headquarters, ignoring the outside noise of NPCs or AI as he coordinated the six operatives.
"Got it." A crisp female voice replied with a hint of complaint, accompanied by the sounds of car engines and tires scraping against the pavement in the background. It was clear that this 'runaway heiress' was waiting on the street but dared not take a taxi before her time.
Chen Rui confirmed that they were almost ready and reiterated, "Everyone, remove your earpieces before entering the venue. We cannot let anyone see them. Understood?"
"Understood!" Six different voices echoed from the intercom. Chen Rui switched off the device; their communication was one-way, and they had no right to contact him freely.
A knock sounded at the door, and before Chen Rui could respond, his assistant walked in. "Sir, your car is ready."
"Okay." Chen Rui smiled slightly at the assistant, took his coat from the rack by the door, and quickly made his way to the parking lot.
Chen Rui was invited in good faith; after all, as an FBI official who turned a blind eye to gang activities, many people were eager to curry favor with him.
If he were a completely corrupt official, they wouldn't dare associate with him; such individuals could fall from grace at any moment, risking exposure of their own illicit dealings. On the other hand, completely clean officials were also avoided; they preferred those like Chen Rui who operated in a gray area—less likely to be ousted and more likely to overlook certain secrets.
Thus, Chen Rui's presence at this cocktail party would undoubtedly make him one of the few central figures there, which would indirectly cover for the actions of the other six.
As for the Fox, while Chiba Kaede was indeed wealthy, he struggled to rank among the top five hundred in America since his personal assets had just crossed into nine figures. However, he ranked among Japan's top hundred billionaires.
Such individuals rarely attracted attention unless they were businessmen with significant investments in Japan. Consequently, few people approached Fox for conversation, making it easier for him to operate.
Chen Rui climbed into a seven-seat Chevrolet SUV. Perhaps due to aesthetic preferences within the FBI over the past twenty years, all official vehicles had been ordered from Chevrolet. This large business SUV was indeed convenient for missions; its spacious interior allowed for ample modifications—much like how previous Chevrolet vehicles used by the U.S. Presidential Guard had been equipped with 14 rotating machine guns.
The FBI couldn't access such high-caliber weapons; even though they were retired now, that had been scripted in a previous dream. This time, aiming for realism meant that no weapons were loaded onto any FBI special vehicles. However, two weapon boxes were standard equipment in the trunk.
Using a fingerprint key to start the large SUV, Chen Rui should have had a driver assigned to him or an assistant acting as one. However, since this was a personal matter involving government vehicles for private use—which was illegal—he didn't want his subordinates feeling resentful. Moreover, bringing someone into the venue would give off an air of arrogance and likely reduce interest from potential business contacts, thereby increasing their mission's difficulty.
The cocktail party was set on the second floor of a building that seemed entirely closed off for business. At the entrance on the first floor stood a quartet playing welcoming music; apart from that, not a single server could be seen. While this might indicate some negligence on their part, it better reflected the host's quality—treating every guest equally.
A long black Lincoln sedan slowly came to a stop in front of the building, its presence unmasked, embodying the old-school elegance and grandeur that the Lincoln brand represented. From the passenger seat emerged a sharply dressed young man in a tailcoat. He cast a cold glance at the surrounding crowd before quickly making his way to the back seat, opening the door with a slight bow.
From the rear seat stepped out a well-dressed man, around thirty years old. After adjusting his attire, he walked into the venue with an air of arrogance.
Most attendees found this man unfamiliar and somewhat unapproachable, so few paid him any attention.
The Elephant General handed an invitation to a doorman in the lobby. The doorman bowed slightly, returned the invitation to the Elephant General, and led him up the stairs to the banquet hall on the second floor.
The Elephant General extended his left hand, glancing at the expensive handcrafted watch on his wrist. He couldn't even recall its name, but its mere appearance suggested it was worth a fortune.
It was five fifty-two, and the Elephant General was the first to arrive. The banquet hall was already bustling with people, so not many noticed another unfamiliar face entering.
The banquet hall was arranged for mingling, with food and drinks set up on either side. Most tables held only wine glasses and red wine; the so-called food consisted merely of some cakes.
The Elephant General casually walked over to the refreshment area, took a wine glass, poured himself some red wine, and sat down in the dining area, staring at the entrance while slowly swirling his glass on the table.
Soon, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance. The Elephant General abruptly shook his glass, relieved that no one noticed this subtle movement.
Tiger entered, dressed in an exquisite fitted suit and polished custom shoes. His slicked-back hair gleamed under the lights, complemented by a vibrant red rose blooming on his lapel—he exuded an image of a wealthy heir that was undeniably irritating.
The Elephant General stifled a laugh, reminding himself that he was on a mission and could not let his amusement jeopardize everything.
Tiger spotted the Elephant General in the corner and smiled slightly before striding confidently into the center of the venue, an air of pride radiating from him that he could not conceal.
In truth, Tiger was quite handsome; unlike Fox's beauty, Tiger embodied a rugged masculinity. His slender frame did not detract from his charm; his captivating smile and flirtatious gaze exuded mature male allure, instantly attracting a group of girls around him.
"This guy," the Elephant General chuckled lightly, choosing not to look at him again for fear of bursting into laughter.
As time passed, White Wolf, Lion Brother, and Big Dog 6 entered one after another. They confirmed everyone else's positions before seeking their own spots to avoid any visual blind spots in the venue.
At six o'clock sharp, the lights began to dim. The only area still illuminated was at the far end where the Organizer walked over with a smile, ready to announce the start of the social gathering along with some opening remarks and personal wishes.
All the attention in the room was drawn to the Organizer, while the Elephant General kept glancing at his watch. The time for the Fox's appearance was drawing near, yet the Organizer continued to speak endlessly, showing no signs of stopping.
Feeling uneasy, the Elephant General slowly retreated to the back of the crowd, still checking his watch repeatedly, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump. Aside from the Fox, none of their identities were perfect; they couldn't withstand scrutiny. If their identities were questioned and investigated again, their entire operation would be completely exposed.
"Don't worry, I have a plan." A familiar voice whispered in his ear. The Elephant General finally relaxed; the only person who would dare move around at this moment had to be Chen Rui.
Chen Rui turned slightly, having heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Sure enough, moments later, the Fox appeared at the entrance of the venue, followed closely by two attendants who seemed hesitant to stop her.
"Excuse me, miss, please show your invitation." Chen Rui suddenly called out loudly towards the Fox before swiftly moving to the left rear of the crowd. As people turned around, they could only see two flustered attendants and a girl with an expression of disdain.
The Fox pulled an invitation from her trench coat pocket and handed it to one of the attendants. The attendant awkwardly accepted it and was completely frozen when confirming that this person was indeed invited. Who would have thought that someone invited by the Organizer would arrive late—and that she would be such a young girl?
The Organizer's mouth twitched slightly as he smiled and approached the Fox. After glancing at the invitation in the attendant's hand, he bowed apologetically to her. "I sincerely apologize, Yuki Chiba. I didn't expect you to travel such a long distance to attend. It’s truly an oversight on my part. How is your father? I have always been grateful for his past kindness."
The Fox keenly sensed that this Organizer might have an unusual relationship with her father, Chiba Kaede, and likely had met her before. Although her appearance had changed significantly since then, according to Chen Rui, her voice remained different. Thus, she refrained from speaking directly and simply nodded lightly before entering the venue.
The awkwardness of the Organizer elicited some laughter from the guests, mostly at Yuki Chiba's expense regarding her personal demeanor. However, the Organizer paid no mind and quickly wrapped up his tedious opening remarks before cheerfully announcing that the banquet had begun.
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