My lover is this organization

Lester had already guessed it a little.

"If I don't accept it, an ambitious person like him will definitely take revenge on me later and try his best to erase all the stains and evidence. But if I accept it, it will break the rules again. So I still use the old method. If the problem can't be solved, then solve the person who created the problem. He insists on breaking my rules, so I can only get rid of him. By the way, I can also do him a favor, which will make it easier to get some ore when the time comes."

Qin Wuque argued convincingly.

"Besides, I asked him for a deposit of three million. Wouldn't it be great if he could kill me?"

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PS: This is the movie version of Lupin the Third vs. Detective Conan. It is one of my favorite movies among all the movies. It is available on Bilibili without a premium membership. However, you have to search for "2009 Lupin the Third VS Detective Conan 1080p". It was uploaded by a personal up-loader.

Oh, by the way, let me tell you a little secret, that is, Princess Mira's heart is actually broader than Xiaolan's. (Funny)

Chapter 102 Deadpool Night Attack

That night.

Tokyo Sakura Hotel is one of the few top hotels in Tokyo. Its status is higher than that of Beika Hotel and Haido Hotel, and it is second only to Tokyo Hotel which is simply and crudely named "Tokyo".

Because it is not only one of the top hotels in terms of hardware and reputation, but also a hotel that was once praised by the late Queen Sacra of the Republic of Vesbania.

Sacra, which is translated as cherry blossom in Japanese, and when the word "hotel" is added it becomes Sakura Hotel.

Although this statement is more or less biased, it is indeed true.

This hotel, which was once praised by the former Queen of Vesbania, was closed for a period of time after the super tragedy in which hundreds of people were slaughtered at a banquet some time ago.

According to people familiar with the matter, at least half an hour passed after the tragedy occurred before the aunt who came up for routine cleaning discovered that something was wrong. She saw that not only was the door of the banquet hall tightly closed, but dark red blood was constantly oozing out from the gap at the bottom of the door. She immediately dropped the tools at hand and ran away. After informing the manager, she quickly called the police.

When the police arrived, as soon as the door of the banquet hall was opened, at least four or five policemen were vomited by the fishy wind that blew in their faces.

The entire banquet scene seemed to have been plowed through by the Grim Reaper's scythe, and no one survived.

All of them had their necks cut off or their hearts stabbed.

There were still traces of a fierce gun battle in the venue, with bullet shells scattered everywhere and bullet holes everywhere. Blood had spread and soaked every corner of the ground. Tables, chairs, dining cabinets and everything else were all soaked in the cold blood, as if a grand blood sacrifice had just taken place.

Putting aside the true identity of the murderer who caused all this, it is difficult to determine the responsibility for the tragedy. Such a situation is completely beyond the capabilities of the Metropolitan Police Department, and even if the public security department is transferred in, there may not be any results.

It is even difficult for them to determine whether the person who did all this is a "human".

Meow~ Maybe Kamen Rider and Alien do exist in this world.

But at least one thing is certain...this banquet hall cannot be kept.

The matter was suppressed, and all information was blocked. The only statement released was that due to technical reasons, the Sakura Hotel would be renovated and inspected in the next period of time, and that appropriate compensation would be given to every resident in the hotel.

So, after nearly a month of intensive renovation to remove fishy smells and oils, the Sakura Hotel was revived tonight and is even more popular than before.

One of the reasons is certainly that the police have vigorously blocked the news, but the biggest factor is that Princess Mira from the Republic of Vesbania, who wants to establish friendly diplomacy with Japan, has arrived in Tokyo tonight, and will hold a banquet at the Sakura Hotel, which her mother Queen Sacra had praised during her lifetime, and will invite celebrities from all walks of life in Japan to attend.

Following this wave of popularity, this hotel, which had been somewhat forgotten in people's minds after more than a month of silence, has regained its vitality tonight.

Large banners with various welcome words were hung across the hotel entrance, and the scrolling electronic screens were filled with beautiful speeches. The temporary display of flowers made people wonder whether this was a hotel or a flower garden.

In short, the message is “Welcome, welcome, warm welcome.”

This should have been a grand and happy event, both for the hotel and the guests.

But for some individual parties, this does not seem to be the case.

In the completely renovated banquet hall, the grand banquet has quietly kicked off. The upper class of Japanese society has come in droves, each holding an elegant wine glass and starting socializing in the hall.

At the same time, in the luxurious suite on the top floor of the Sakura Hotel, the sound of a fierce argument almost penetrated the soundproof door and was faintly heard in the corridor.

"What a joke! How can I be in the mood to attend a party after something like this happened? I don't want to go!"

The girl in a silk noble dress sat on the sofa with her legs together, her slender hands clenched into fists and pressed her knees. Her knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive force. She lowered her head and stared at the red carpet under her feet stubbornly like a dead child.

Standing behind another sofa across the table from her was a blond young man in a suit and tie who looked like the chief steward of the royal guard. He remained expressionless in the face of the princess's rude remarks.

His name is Christian Dan Stinka, he is the Earl of the Kingdom of Vesbania. His family has served the Vesbanian royal family for more than two hundred years. Since he was a child, he has vowed like his father to dedicate the last drop of blood in his body to the Vesbanian royal family.

And just as he swore, Kiji became an excellent guardian of the kingdom in the year he just came of age. He took over the burden of loyalty to the royal family from his father and was responsible for serving the Queen Sakura and her family at that time.

So for Kiji, Princess Mira, whom he has watched grow up, is like a sister and a daughter.

However, something unexpected happened in the royal family. Crown Prince Gil and Queen Sakura both died unexpectedly, leaving Princess Mira alone and Duke Kirard who was eyeing the throne.

As a result, Princess Mira, as the first heir to the throne, was undoubtedly pushed to the forefront. The successive bad news also turned the originally gentle princess into what she is now, making everyone in the entire palace feel extremely sad.

But, what needs to be done must be done after all.

If we don’t make changes in the deadlock, we will slowly perish along with the deadlock.

Keith was well aware of this.

So even though he didn't mean to say it, he still had to say some things.

"I understand, Princess. We will now cancel the banquet specially prepared by your mother. Don't say anything to the Japanese guests who are still in grief over the death of the Queen. Just tell them that you want to go back..."

"no!"

Princess Mira interrupted Kiss loudly in self-destructive tone, gritted her teeth and raised her pretty face which was almost exactly the same as a certain Tokyo unicorn.

Under the light, the corners of the girl's eyes were slightly sparkling.

After a while, Mira lowered her eyes slightly and whispered: "I know, you all go out first, give me five minutes, just five minutes, I want to be quiet."

"……Yes."

Since the princess had said so, there was no need for Kisi to say anything more. He bowed slightly and walked out of the room without saying a word. The two maids who were responsible for personal service followed him closely, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

Click.

As the door was completely closed, Princess Mira, who was sitting on the sofa, looked like a deflated doll. Her shoulders seemed to collapse all of a sudden, and sparkling crystals once again filled her eyes.

With the death of her mother and brother, her once happy life was shattered in an instant. The burden of governing the country fell on her shoulders, and the rumors of evil deeds, all kinds of pressure piled up together almost suffocated her.

Mother, brother, what should I do...

Just as the girl was about to cover her face and cry, a sudden breeze blew through the room.

When Princess Mira raised her head again, she was surprised to find that there was an extra person sitting on the sofa opposite her.

A bold and informal sitting posture, a black and red tights covering the whole body, and two exaggerated and somewhat childish swords on the back.

Facing the shocked look from Her Royal Highness the Princess, Qin Wuque put his fingers together to form a sword and waved it.

"Ciao~"

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PS: New Year's Day! Happy New Year! (Crazy hint)

Chapter 4: Her Royal Highness Princess Safufu (k large chapter)

In the room, Princess Mira stared blankly at Xiao Jianjian who was sitting on the sofa opposite her, separated by a coffee table.

"Ciao~"

Qin Wuque waved his hand in a very casual manner.

However, the princess was still smiling, her eyes a little dull.

Mira couldn't figure out how this person managed to suddenly appear in her room.

She was sure that there was absolutely no such person in the room two seconds ago, and the sofa opposite her was empty.

Could it be that he had been in the room from the beginning?

No, not likely.

Even though it was the highest standard luxury suite at the Sakura Hotel, before she could enter the room it would have to be searched thoroughly by Kiji and others, down to every corner of the closet and even every drawer. Even tiny recording devices and cameras could not be hidden there, let alone such a large person.

The cool evening breeze suddenly blew in from the window, blowing across Mira's calves, causing a slight tingling sensation.

She looked up in surprise, only to find that the window that should have been closed was not open at some point, and the curtains were fluttering slightly due to the air currents at high altitudes.

Could it be that it climbed in from the window?

It’s impossible…right?

You have to know that this place is more than a hundred meters from the ground!

Are you Spider-Man? And this outfit makes you look like Deadpool!

If the situation had developed according to normal logic, Miss Wang should have screamed loudly and called for someone to come and protect her. Then the next second, the bodyguards outside the door would kick down the door and rush in, rushing up and grab Qin Wuque, who was sitting on the sofa with a calm look, and directly escort him to the Metropolitan Police Department.

However, because the opponent's appearance was too shocking, and because of that superhero suit that was handsome in every sense, but when put together it gave off an air of impropriety from the inside out, Mira, who should have screamed, became abnormally calm and began to look up and down at the uninvited guest.

In fact, when Mira was looking at the uninvited guest, Qin Wuque, who was sitting on the sofa opposite, was also looking at the princess, but his facial expression was completely covered by the hood, and others could not see it from the outside.

Then I couldn't help but sigh.

——It looks like it, really like it.

Qin Wuque had seen those kinds of articles posted by marketing accounts on the Internet before. To be more precise, they were gossips like urban legends, such as there was another person somewhere in the world who had no blood relationship with you but was exactly the same as you, blah blah.

He has always maintained a disdainful attitude towards these things.

After all, to put it bluntly, this is just a typical case of bragging which is not against the law. You can't really go and find everyone in the world to do facial identification with you.

Since he can't do it, there is no way to prove that what he said is definitely wrong.

And even if it is proven, you cannot call the police and ask them to arrest the author of the article.

So, just look at the pictures for fun.

But now, he believed it.

The main facts were in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it or not.

To be honest, if her eye and hair color were not slightly different from that of a certain Tokyo Unicorn, Qin Wuque would really have thought that the person sitting in front of him was not the princess of the Vesbania Republic, but the beautiful daughter of a certain confused detective.

Even the horn is perfectly reproduced!

Even the angle of the rise is exactly the same!

OHHHHHHH!

However, compared to Xiaolan's gentle and considerate character, this princess gave Qin Wuque the feeling of a somewhat unruly little sister. When she found a stranger suddenly in her room, her first reaction was not to shout for help or to say pitifully "please don't hurt me", but to look at him instead.

"who are you?"

After staring for a while and finding nothing to see, Miss Wang finally couldn't help it and asked with a curious look on her face.

“It doesn’t matter who I am…”

Qin Wuque raised five fingers: "Your dear uncle offered me five million to take your life, but I didn't agree."

"..."

This short sentence can be said to describe Miss Wang's emotions, which are full of twists and turns, comparable to an electrocardiogram.

When Qin Wuque said the word "take you", Mira's pretty face showed a little surprise, but before the shyness could come up, the word "life" came late but made the girl's pupils shrink slightly on the spot. Just when she wanted to smash the cup as a signal to protect the emperor, the other party said that he did not accept this task.

So you can't finish a coherent sentence, right?

Her Royal Highness the Princess is a little mad.

But there was another thing that concerned her more.

"Wait, you mean... my uncle... Duke Girard, asked you to kill me?"

As if she couldn't believe it, Mira blankly repeated Qin Wuque's words again, emphasizing each word.

"That's right~ If you don't believe me, I have evidence here."

Qin Wuque nodded, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, called up the recording of his conversation with Duke Killard, placed it on the table and pressed the play button.

As the familiar voice, which allowed one to imagine the facial expression of the person when he said this, flowed out of the phone, Mira seemed to have all her strength drained away in an instant, and she slumped back into the sofa.

Although she was a princess who had been pampered since childhood and loved by her mother and brothers, she was not a vase who knew nothing.