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Chapter 2738 2742 [Besieging the FBI Leader] Asking for monthly votes

Chapter 2738 2742 [Besieging the FBI Leader] Please vote o(〃'▽'〃)o

While thinking about it, James left the Magic Theater and returned to the crowded street.

Just as he was about to leave quietly, suddenly, a man holding a murder weapon stopped in front of him.

James: "?!"

He instinctively wanted to fight back, but after taking a closer look, he found that what was handed to him was not a knife, but a microphone with the logo of a television station.

——A reporter stood in front of him and looked at him with admiration: "Mr. Hawke, can you tell me about the story of how you made your fortune?"

James: "...?"

Who? What Mr. Hawke? Isn’t his name James Blake? Where did Hawke get his surname?

Before he could understand, other nearby reporters noticed the movement and rushed forward. Even those reporters who had covered the magic house murder case heard the sound and rushed over, surrounding him. Repeated calls of "Mr. Hawke" came from

It came from all directions.

James began to sweat on his forehead: "Wait, you guys, did you admit the wrong person?"

"Haha, Mr. Hawke, you are still so humorous." The reporters were not willing to let go of this opportunity. They squeezed the microphone and squeezed forward, continuing to ask their own questions.



On the other side, in the magic venue.

After figuring out the cause of the clown's death and confirming that it was a man-made "accident", the Mumu Police Department breathed a sigh of relief with complicated emotions and left with their subordinates to finish the work.

The magic show came to an abrupt end, and the audience was stunned by the bloody magic without blood. But the magicians themselves were already dead. No matter how dissatisfied they were with today's experience, they could only pack away the snacks that they had not eaten yet.

, and left sadly.

After leaving the venue, Suzuki Sonoko looked at her watch: "I didn't expect the magic show to end just after it started... We've come here, so what's the point of just going back! How about we have a meal nearby and then go to the circus?"

Let's perform - I remember that the circus venue is diagonally opposite, and I heard it's a famous world tour group. The morning show just ended, and the afternoon show is two hours later."

"Circus?" Maya Hashimoto raised her head and looked at the GG banner diagonally opposite, and saw "Paul and Annie's Circus" simply and straightforwardly written on it.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Isn't this name a little rough?

However, remembering the "Hell Puppet Master" whom he met not long ago, Maya Hashimoto realized that people should not be judged by their appearance, and performances should not be judged by their names. He picked up his mobile phone and looked up this circus.

While they were watching, a temporary worker who distributed flyers came over and enthusiastically handed them a few flyers and the little lion keychain that came with the flyers.

The keychain is quite exquisite, with a Q version of a blue-eyed white lion hanging at the end.

Jiang Xia just picked up the white lion and took a look at it, and the temporary worker introduced him very dedicatedly: "This is the mainstay of this circus, the white lion Lyon - he is very smart, and you can take photos with him during the breaks in the performance.

"

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Smart? Being smart is troublesome. Smarter means better communication, and better communication makes it easier for some people to turn it into a prop... He has no doubt that when necessary, this

The lion will open its mouth wide and bite off the head of a certain unlucky person.

The temporary worker didn't know what dangerous things this guy was thinking about. He was about to continue soliciting customers, but suddenly he found that several customers in front of him were raising their heads and looking doubtfully in a certain direction across the street.

"?" The temporary worker followed their gaze and saw a foreigner surrounded by reporters.

After glancing at the foreigner, the temporary worker immediately found an entry point for the conversation. He gestured in that direction: "That gentleman is the shareholder of our circus - Randy Hawke. He is from Oklahoma in the southern part of the United States.

A native of Massachusetts, a famous local oil tycoon.

"Mr. Hawke's usual hobby is raising various animals, and his son, Mr. Paul, and his daughter, Ms. Anne, were influenced by him and gradually started to have the same hobby."

Jiang Xia nodded and continued: "In order to let others see those smart animals, Paul and Annie established this circus and started touring around the world. This is also the origin of the name of this circus."

Maya Hashimoto was a little surprised: "Have you heard of this circus?"

Jiang Xia smiled and waved the flyer in his hand at him: "It seems that your observation skills still need to be improved."

Maya Hashimoto looked at it in confusion, and then realized that what the staff said was all on the flyer - this guy read it to them exactly as it was in the flyer.

Maya Hashimoto: "..."

The dedicated temporary worker with a bad memory cleared his throat and continued his introduction. He pointed to the photo on the flyer - the photo showed a foreign man wearing a cowboy hat, glasses, and a thick mustache.

"This is the director behind the circus, Mr. Hawke." The staff member said:

"I heard that his latest hobby is traveling around the circus with his two children and visiting animals from all over the world. Unlike many other wealthy people, Mr. Hawke never brings bodyguards. He said that their family has been around for generations.

It’s all about being a cowboy, and he will protect his own life.”

"That's it." Maya Hashimoto looked at the foreign man on the flyer, and then at the old FBI who was surrounded by reporters. He was a little confused: He knew the truth, but why did these reporters call the FBI Mr. Hawke?

?——These two people look a bit similar, but they are two completely different people.

Across the street, James was surrounded and sweating: "You have misunderstood, I am really not that Randy Hawke - I still have something to do, can you let me leave first?"

The reporters didn't listen. When they heard that he wanted to leave, they blocked the road even tighter:

"I heard that you donated half of your circus income to the zoos wherever you went. Is this true?"

"You haven't been to Tokyo for three years. What changes have you felt this time? What made you decide to set foot here again?"

"Are you interested in investing in other industries?"

Amidst the buzzing questions, James' eyes were twitching wildly. Although there was no evidence, he highly suspected that he had been tricked by some insidious guy again. In desperation, he blurted out: "I can't give answers to all of the

questione time!”

A few melon-eating people on the other side of the road said: "!"

Suzuki Sonoko saw the old gentleman looking up to the sky and roaring, and expressed sympathy: "A cowboy who is so dignified can only be surrounded by reporters in a modern city. It is really pitiful."

Mao Lilan was a little worried: "I remember that this old man was not in good health. I sent him to the hospital before... If he is short of breath, he won't get sick again."

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