Chapter 1230 The protagonist is in place

Millennium Park is a famous attraction in downtown Chicago. The open-air concert hall here is the venue for the annual Chicago Music Festival.

From here, you can overlook the scenery of Lake Michigan, and the 110-ton giant sculpture "Cloud Gate" in the park is like a huge funhouse mirror. Because of its peculiar shape, it is affectionately called "Bean" by the locals.

Senator Bracken's campaign foundation chose the Fairmont Hotel, located next to Millennium Park, as the venue for the fundraising dinner.

Although it is only an early warm-up, and there is still more than half a year before the election, the campaign team still attaches great importance to this dinner because of the recent hype that Bracken has been designated as the next presidential running mate by the Donkey Party and will soon become the vice presidential candidate.

There is an endless stream of luxury cars at the entrance of the hotel, and even the Rolls-Royce Phantom does not seem to be very eye-catching among them. After all, the starting price of four or five hundred thousand is just a fraction of the price of many customized luxury cars.

However, the two beauties who got off the car were still quite eye-catching. After all, one old and one young, one white and one red, petite and exquisite with long legs and wasp waist, this combination is rare.

Watching Victoria, who was wearing a white corset dress, and Anna, who was wearing a red bare shoulder high slit evening dress, walk into the hotel hand in hand, Jack drove the Rolls-Royce Phantom to the high-rise parking lot attached to the hotel under the guidance of the doorman.

The parking lot is six stories high and connected to the main building of the hotel with more than 20 floors next to it. Jack went up five times and saw a black extended Lincoln and several Saab classes of the same color on the fifth floor.

There were also several black suits without ties standing next to the car, looking at them with a look of greed and not letting strangers in.

After circling the fifth floor of the parking lot, Jack went down to the fourth floor. Just as he found an empty parking space and parked the car, the back door was opened and Frank, who was dressed similarly to him, got in.

As Zoe said, Jack must not reveal his identity in this operation, otherwise, if he, an FBI agent, is linked to the kidnapping of the senator, no matter what the outcome is, it will not be a good ending.

Therefore, like Frank, he can only play a supporting role this time, and the protagonists have already entered the scene.

An hour ago, a real urban legend just happened in the back kitchen of the Fairmont Hotel, "the garbage can eating people incident".

A kitchen helper pushed a cart full of kitchen waste into the smelly garbage room. He was holding his nose and preparing to reach out to open the lid of the metal garbage can, but the lid suddenly opened automatically.

The young kitchen helper only uttered a half-scream, and the whole person disappeared in the garbage can.

Five minutes later, Marvin lowered his head and pushed the cart into the back kitchen of the hotel. Not long after, when he appeared again, his white helper uniform had been replaced by a red restaurant waiter uniform.

Guests were entering the banquet hall one after another. Because there were many guests, Senator Bracken's security team set up three metal detection gates in parallel in the lobby.

Victoria opened her purse and showed the contents to the security check waitress. She then put it on the tray and was about to pass through the security check gate when the alarm sounded again.

"Aunt, your necklace." Anna, who was following behind her, pointed to the large necklace made of turquoise and platinum on her neck.

"Oh, sorry, I'm really old and confused. I always forget this." The old lady smiled apologetically at the waitress, took off the necklace and put it on the tray. When she passed through the inspection gate again, the alarm did not sound again.

"Let me help you." Anna, who also passed the security check smoothly, helped pick up the purse on the tray and put it under her armpit. She picked up the necklace and wanted to put it on Victoria. As a result, her arm loosened and the purse fell to the ground.

At this time, a figure in a red attendant uniform quickly stepped forward and picked up the palm-sized bag on the ground for the two ladies.

"Thank you so much." Victoria smiled and watched Marvin, who was disguised as a waiter, take the opportunity to put a small spray bottle into the purse.

"You're welcome." Marvin handed her the purse, turned around and left with his head down.

With the key props in hand, Victoria and Anna continued to walk hand in hand to the sign-in desk, showing their invitation to a campaign manager whose smile was stiff because of too much hyaluronic acid on her face.

"Welcome. Uh. Welcome to the two Ms. Brown."

Noticing that this was a high-end invitation worth $20,000, which was eligible to shake hands with the congressman and take photos, the female manager tried hard to make her smile more friendly, but unfortunately the effect was not great.

"It's an honor to invite you two to the Victory Fund Dinner."

Victoria smiled kindly and patted Anna's back of the hand, "Our family are all supporters of the Democratic Party, especially my niece Anna, who is a crazy fan of Congressman Bracken."

"I am a crazy fan of Congressman Bracken." At the same time, on the other side of the long sign-in desk, Cassel, wearing a sexy purple suit, also said the same line to a campaign fund staff member.

"Are you Mr. Cassel?" The staff member looked at the invitation letter, showing a half-smile, and made a secret signal to the two security guards with his left hand hidden behind his back.

Cassel, who had no idea about this, looked smug, "You know me? If I sign an autograph for you, can I get a chance to take a photo with the congressman?"

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The staff member coughed lightly and approached Cassel mysteriously, "In fact, Senator Bracken likes your novel very much. After knowing that you would come, he told us in advance that if we meet the writer, we must take you to see him as soon as possible."

Cassel's expression was a bit reserved in joy, "Really? Then I am so honored."

Two burly men in black suits appeared behind him, and one of them made a gesture to the writer, "Sir, please follow us."

Cassel still didn't notice anything wrong until he was led into a small room, because he did see Senator Bracken surrounded by several bodyguards, and Cooper beside him.

"I'll leave him to you, Agent Cooper." Bracken snorted coldly. Although the senator was in his 50s, he looked a few years younger than Cassel under the careful care of professional makeup artists and stylists.

The waxed hair was carefully combed, which properly covered the slightly upward hairline.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Cassel saw him turn around and leave, and was about to step forward, but was knocked down by Cooper's punch and became a hunched shrimp.