The car was walking very smoothly and there was no vibration. The old butler in the car began to whisper Russell when the car started to move.

"For the next period of time, whether you want it or not, Caesar will follow you when you go out."

Russell raised his eyebrows. Although he felt that Arthur had made a big fuss, he did not raise any objections, because with Arthur's character, Arthur would not do useless things unless Arthur felt it was necessary.

Seeing this, Arthur continued: "This world is not as simple and beautiful as people imagine. It is dangerous and unpredictable, like a bomb that does not know that time will explode."

Russell himself also understood this, even more clearly than everyone on this planet.

With a faint smile, Russell joked: "Bomb? Will anyone hug me with a bomb?"

"Believe me, young master, if someone thinks it is necessary, bombs or something, it's just a pediatric department."

Arthur's stereotyped face, now like a marble ice carved, added a chilling warmth.

Russell nodded, put away the joking smile on his face, and said, "I understand."

After the words came, Russell's head slightly turned and looked out the car window.

Bomb?

He wanted to try the power of perfect breeding suits.

However, if it really came to that time, he would not really show the power of the perfect breeding suit. He would only deal with it with two sets of breeding suits other than the perfect breeding suit and the Holy Gun Ranger, unless the danger has threatened his life.

The power of breeding clothing is not suitable for displaying it at once. After all, if a businessman takes out all the good things for people to see at once.

Moreover, it is better to keep some trump cards, although it is not just about breeding equipment to ensure his safety.

Yes, in addition to the system, he also got a relatively less conspicuous ability.

Since it is not so eye-catching, then use an ellipsis to indicate it first.

However, whether it is colonial or... Arthur and Caesar do not know, so they are so worried. Although according to their personalities, they will still be so cautious after knowing it.

Under the control of Caesar, the car arrived smoothly at St. Patrick's Cathedral.

Time passed by little by little, and the originally empty St. Patrick's Cathedral was gradually filled with guests coming to mourn.

His eyes slowly swept, but when he passed by several faces sitting in the first row, he paused in slightest.

Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, Norman Osborne, Nick Fury and…

He knew all these people, some of them were quite familiar, but more people didn't know him...

Perhaps because he noticed his gaze, Bruce Wayne turned his head and nodded to him. Seeing this, Russell nodded in response. Tony Stark, who was sitting next to Bruce Wayne, turned his head and blinked at Russell with a tense face, and then continued to lower his head with a tense face in Russell's brow.

These two guys...

Russell glanced slightly, and when more people looked at him, he turned his eyes back and looked at the priest in front.

These two people are fine. Although their relationship with him is not a friend, they are also among the old acquaintances. It is okay to say hello. As for saying hello to others...

Uh... Forget it for the time being. Although he "knows" a lot, he has never met before. I'll wait until they meet formally and let's talk about it after both parties know each other. Moreover, it's not an 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. On the side of his body, he whispered in Russell's ear: "Master, a guest is here, I'll send them away."

Russell nodded slightly, as if nothing had happened, and still listened to the priest's eulogy seriously.

Caesar stood up solemnly and quickly walked out of the church under the gaze of some people thinking or ulterior motives.

"Arthur, some bugs, need to be cleaned up at the board of directors after the funeral." Noting some ulterior gazes, Russell's voice sounded softly in his ears as Arthur was about to speak.

The corners of his mouth gently pulled, Arthur's rigid face became softer, and his hand, which was clenched into a fist with white gloves, slowly relaxed, and said with a relaxed smile: "Young Master, you are right, it's time to clean up."

It seems that the young master is much more decisive than he thought. They are a little worried and misjudged the young master's ability.

...

With his hand reached out and pressed it gently, Caesar opened the embedded communicator. When his mouth was not 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.

"A guest is here, clean them up."

"Yes, captain!"

Hearing the response in the communicator, Caesar's eyes flashed slightly, as if a data flow flashed. The next moment, his eyes became unconscious, and then his head moved lightly, and his blank eyes looked at the surrounding buildings. Suddenly, the buildings that blocked their sight seemed to have become transparent, showing the "guests" hidden around them clearly.

There are not many uninvited "guests", only nine, but since you dare to come at this time, you must be very confident in your ability.

Just when Caesar saw the killers, one of the men of these killers seemed to feel it, and was facing Caesar's blank eyes across the building.

The next moment, gunfire sounded loudly, and muffled groans sounded. With both sides casualties, Caesar's figure rushed towards the man who was "looking at him" like a cheetah.

The instinct that has been trained for a long time tells Caesar that the man is very dangerous and he must kill the other party first.

In a long black windbreaker, a big, shiny and bright head, and a tall figure, the man standing on the building not far from the church looked down at Caesar who was rushing out. After gently dodging a bullet shot at him, he took a deep breath, and his already sharp eyes became as sharp as if they could shoot a knife.

A special pistol carved with patterns slid down from his cuffs and was held in the palm of his slender and powerful hand. His eyes turned slightly, and he raised his palm and shot a bullet in the direction he had just shot. After taking the life of a guard, he looked at Caesar who was rushing towards him with sharp eyes, but then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Where are people?"
Chapter completed!