Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

The day of the party was a beautiful sunny day.

Rao arranged everything very well, there were plenty of wine and beverages, the chef was on standby in the kitchen, and the ingredients were pre-ordered in advance, all of which were airlifted and then slaughtered to ensure that the meat was still alive when it was brought into the kitchen. The welcome staff and waiters are all professionally trained people, who are used to rich people's extravagant and even promiscuous and absurd sex parties, and can definitely handle all situations.

Not to mention the decoration of the party scene, there are all kinds of designers under the Ayre Group, and the team composed of this group of world-class designers, any one of them can occupy a cover and inside page theme in "Vogue" magazine. It took countless times to come up with a solution that everyone was satisfied with.

There is a small airport in Al's main house, and the private jets taken by Mr. Stark in New York and Mr. Wayne in Gotham can directly land in the airport. Rao mentioned this when he wrote the invitation letter. A little bit was added.

There are also guest rooms. There are many vacant villas in Al’s main house. Rao originally planned to arrange a villa for each guest as a resting place for them and the bodyguards, assistants, and secretaries they brought with them, and also for their possible stay. Prepare, but at Karl's request, Rao finally cleared out a few rooms in Karl's daily villa.

The party usually starts with dinner, but now it's just lunch time, everything is ready, Rao repeatedly confirms the situation, because it's the first time he hosts such a party alone, he seems overly emotional nervous.

"Relax, Rao." Carl, who was lying on the grass basking in the sun, said, "You are also one of the invited ones. Don't act like you are facing a big enemy. There are less than ten people invited to this party."

"Sorry, Boss... Karl." Rao changed his name after Karl turned his head, "You didn't invite many people, but everyone is an important person, so it's always right to be cautious."

Carl sat up cross-legged with his hands propped on the grass, he raised his hands naturally, and a waiter in a tuxedo standing not far away immediately came over, knelt down on one knee, with one hand behind his back, and the other holding the tray out. to Carl's hand.

In the center of the tray was a still-bubbling soda with a slice of lemon in it.

Carl reached for the cup, took a sip of the soda, and put the cup back on the tray. Just as his hand left the range of the disc, the waiter immediately stood up, leaned slightly and returned to its original position with small steps.

If it weren't for his set of actions, Rao would hardly have remembered that there was a person where the waiter was standing!

Perhaps it was because his expression was too joyful, Karl looked over suspiciously: "Rao?"

"It's nothing, Carl, I'm fine." Rao miraculously calmed down.

Sure enough, the money was not in vain, and this group of people was as well-trained as their reputation in the industry. The person who signed the contract also told Rao that they knew that this party invited the difficult Stark and the difficult What happened to Wayne, the people who gave them are experienced, everyone has attended Stark's and Wayne's parties at the same time, to ensure nothing goes wrong.

"They are always there when you need them, and they are no different from a telephone pole when you don't!"

"That's unnecessary..." Rao said at the time.

But now it seems that the quality of this service is really awe-inspiring.

Rao took two deep breaths and felt a lot more relaxed, but just in case, he still planned to go to inspect again.

At the same time, in the British Empire, the film conference of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" is being held.

Director Elson gave a speech with a smile on his face, with three sentences inseparable from "my boss, Mr. Al", which made everyone present fully realize that he has become a diehard fan of D&M. The leading actor also has a similar attitude, but he is much more reserved in comparison.

Before the official opening, there is a regular short interview with the lead actor. The film is about to start, so this interview is basically a cutscene, and at the same time give the audience some tips to whet their appetite.

It didn't work for Sherlock, but John and their landlady liked it.

Yes, Carl reserved a seat for three of them, but John's girlfriend just promoted him to ex-boyfriend a few days ago, and the reason is of course fair and fair-"I can no longer tolerate you when you are dating me Got a call from another man and left! Fuck you, scumbag!"

A front-row seat to a premiere was so rare that John finally decided to bring his landlady along.

"London in the nineteenth century?" Mrs. Hudson said a little surprised. "Why put the background in the nineteenth century? It would be much less fun."

"I think it's because our operation involves too much, you know, confidentiality." John whispered, which was the explanation Karl gave him.

Sherlock looked disinterested, but said nothing.

He was observing the people around him with his alert eyes, but the people who appeared at this ordinary movie premiere were either ordinary audiences who were lucky enough to get a seat, or they were invited film critics. It didn't take long to observe and ran out of patience.

At this moment, the lights went out, and an aerial shot appeared on the big screen——

The black smoke rising straight into the sky from the big chimney, the dirty ground, the muddy Thames River, the old buildings and the pedestrians wearing old-fashioned costumes unique to the [-]th century, everything is so vicissitudes and lifelike, as if the time a hundred years ago was real It is presented in front of everyone's eyes, the background music changes from weak to strong, the camera moves, and finally freezes on a house number.

City of London, Baker Street, 221b.

The legend begins here, but it will not end here.

Metropolitan City, the top floor of the Lex Group, completed today's Superman data collection and sorting work, and after handling those company matters within 5 minutes, Lex called Moses.

He was wearing a white suit and dark red tie, and he was meticulous, precise and impeccable from head to toe.

Lex himself looked pale and slender, and this attire made him look more gentle and refined. When Mossy entered the office, he was adjusting his tie in front of the glass window overlooking the entire city. His slender fingers were nimbly kneading the tie into a knot Moxi glanced at the position, then lowered her head and stood respectfully aside.

"Let's go," said Lex when he thought he'd finally got his tie in place. He twitched the corners of his mouth into a smile, then quickly reined in it. "Go to... Carl's."

Mercy wondered for a second, not so respectfully, whether the word the boss wanted to say at first was "Carl" or "honey".

They were the first to arrive at Al's main house among all the invited people. The helicopter was parked at the airport, and Karl was sitting not far away. Seeing them getting off the plane, he waved his hands happily and trotted over.

"Good afternoon, Honey." Lex said, smiling as Carl walked around him, then stretched out his arms, wrapping him in his arms as a matter of course.

He also wore a white suit with a blue bow tie. The narrow waist and large v-neck at the top of the suit set off his bright and lively appearance more maturely, and the shiny black leather shoes made him show a little different from the past It's romantic, and when he turned his head and smiled at Lex, I don't know if it was an illusion brought about by his clothes, there was a sultry aura at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Good afternoon, Lexi," Carl said, and he nodded slightly to speak in Lex's ear.

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he buried his head deeply, resting his chin on Lex's shoulder, and the tip of his nose was almost touching Lex's neck.

"Did you wear perfume?"

Lex thought that after the four hours in the dark last time, he had gotten used to Karl's intimate movements, but he didn't expect that he wasn't used to it at all.

He felt like his neck was licked by Karl, it was wet, followed by slight soreness and coolness.

"A little bit..." he said, his voice trembling slightly, as if squeezed out of his throat.

The airport is very wide, yes, this is another wide scene, an open space, even wider than the movie theater last time, but Carl's breath firmly locked on him and surrounded him, Lex almost felt overwhelmed by it. asphyxia.

"Don't use it, the perfume smells weird, not as good as you." Carl said, he straightened up, "You came so early, and now it's just the two of us."

Moxi, who was following them, looked indifferent.

"I assume you have extra entertainment for early guests?"

"Oh." Carl smiled. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's some...little game that only exists between us."

"Hmm, you mean in-depth communication? I promise we'll have that opportunity, Lexi—but I noticed you came empty-handed." Carl raised his tone subtly. "Where's my gift?"

"Isn't 'I'm coming to the party' the best gift ever?"

"Unless you mean you're giving me yourself, it's not the best gift."

Lex paused for a moment, no matter how eloquent he was, he felt that the topic had become out of his control at this moment. For some reason, as soon as he met Carl, things became derailed, disordered, and out of control. It was beyond his expectation.

But this kind of exceeding expectations is still within the controllable range, so despite a slight anxiety welling up in his heart, Lex was able to quickly suppress these emotions and show a warm smile.

"Of course I prepared a gift for you, Carl." He said, and Moxi, who was behind them, immediately stepped forward, pulled out a document from the bag, and unfolded it in front of Carl.

Carl blinked.

He quickly looked through it with super speed. There are not many documents and treaties, and the content is very simple, but there are almost no loopholes. Lex has already signed his name in advance, and now as long as he signs it, the contract can produce legal effect.

However, Karl now only feels that his emotions are complicated and difficult to express.

Lex, really... He couldn't laugh or cry, and his short silence was understood by Lex as a sign that he didn't want to check the contract.

"Just sign your name, honey, this is just a small gift." Lex said with a smile, "As long as you sign your name, when we cooperate in the future, you can enjoy a [-]% price discount. "

It was very personable and elegant, but Carl felt that Lexi's intentions were written all over his face.

——Quickly abandon the Wayne Group and fall into my arms, honey!