Chapter 2730 2742 [Besieging the FBI Head] Asking for a monthly ticket o(〃'▽'〃)o
As he thought about this, James left the magic theater and returned to the busy street.
Just as he was about to leave quietly, suddenly, a man holding a weapon blocked his way.
James: “?!”
He instinctively wanted to fight back, but when he looked closely, he found that what was handed to him was not a knife, but a microphone with a TV station logo.
——A reporter stood in front of him and looked at him admiringly: "Mr. Hawke, can you tell me about your story of making a fortune?"
James: “……?”
Who? What Mr. Hawke? Isn't his name James Blake? Where did Hawke come from?
Before he could figure out what was happening, other reporters nearby noticed the noise and rushed over. Even the reporters who had just finished reporting on the murder at the magic museum came over and surrounded him. "Mr. Hawke" was heard from all directions.
James' forehead began to sweat: "Wait, you, did you recognize the wrong person?"
"Haha, Mr. Hawke, you are still so humorous." The reporters were not willing to miss this opportunity. They clutched the microphones and squeezed forward, continuing to ask their own questions.
…
On the other side, in the magic venue.
After figuring out the cause of the Joker's death and confirming that it was a man-made "accident", Inspector Megure breathed a sigh of relief with mixed feelings and took his subordinates to clean up the matter.
The magic show came to an abrupt end, and the audience was stunned by this bloodless magic. But the magician himself was already dead, and even if they were dissatisfied with their experience today, they could only pack up the snacks they hadn't eaten yet and leave sadly.
After leaving the venue, Suzuki Sonoko looked at her watch and said, "I didn't expect the magic show to end just as it began... We're already here, how can we just go back like this? Why don't we have a meal nearby and then go watch the circus performance? I remember that the circus venue is diagonally across the street, and I heard that it's a famous team that tours around the world. The morning show just ended a while ago, and the afternoon show will be in two hours."
"Circus?" Maya Hashimoto raised her head and looked at the advertising banner diagonally opposite, and saw that it simply and straightforwardly read "Paul and Anne's Circus".
Hashimoto Maya: “…” Isn’t this name a bit rough?
However, thinking of the poorly named "Hell Puppet Master" he met not long ago, Hashimoto Maya deeply realized that one cannot judge a person by appearance, and a performance by name alone. He picked up his phone and checked the circus.
As they were watching, a temporary worker handing out flyers came over and enthusiastically handed them a few flyers, as well as a 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 had just picked up the white lion and looked at it for a while when the temporary worker introduced it very professionally: "This is the mainstay of this circus, the white lion Leon - he is very smart, and you can take photos with him during the performance."
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Smart? Being smart is troublesome. The smarter you are, the easier it is to communicate with others. And the easier it is to communicate with others, the easier it is for some people to turn you into a tool... He has no doubt that when necessary, this lion will open its mouth wide and bite off the head of a certain unlucky person.
The temporary worker had no idea what dangerous things this guy was thinking. He was about to continue soliciting customers, but suddenly found that several customers in front of him were looking up and looking in a certain direction across the street in confusion.
"?" The temporary worker followed their line of sight and saw a foreigner surrounded by reporters.
After taking a look at the foreigner, the temporary worker immediately found a starting point for the conversation. He gestured over there and said, "That gentleman is a shareholder of our circus - Randy Hawke. He is from Oklahoma in the southern United States and a famous local oil tycoon.
"Mr. Hawke's hobby is to raise various animals. His son Mr. Paul and daughter Ms. Anne were influenced by him and gradually developed the same hobby."
Jiang Xia nodded and continued, "In order to let other people see those smart animals, Paul and Anne established this circus and started touring around the world. This is also the origin of the name of this circus."
Hashimoto Maya was a little surprised: "Have you heard of this circus?"
Jiang Xia smiled and waved the flyer in his hand towards him: "It seems that your observation skills need to be improved."
Hashimoto Maya looked over in confusion, and then she realized that everything the staff had said was already on the flyer - the guy read it to them exactly as it was on the flyer.
Hashimoto Maya: “…”
The dedicated but memory-delayed temporary worker cleared his throat and continued his introduction. He pointed to the photo on the flyer - a foreign man wearing a cowboy hat, glasses and a thick mustache.
"This is Mr. Hawke, the director behind the circus." The staff member said:
"I heard that his new hobby is traveling around with his two children's circus and visiting animals in different countries. Unlike many other wealthy people, Mr. Hawke never brings bodyguards. He said that his family has been cowboys for generations, and he will protect his own life."
"Is that so?" Hashimoto Maya looked at the foreign man on the flyer, then at the old FBI agent surrounded by reporters, and was somewhat puzzled: He understood the reason, but why did these reporters call the FBI agent Mr. Hawke? - These two people looked a bit similar, but they were completely different people.
Across the street, the surrounded James was sweating profusely: "You misunderstood, I'm really not that Randy Hawke - I have something else to do, can you let me leave first?"
The reporters wouldn't listen. When they heard that he was leaving, they blocked the road even tighter:
"I heard that you donated half of the circus's income to the zoos wherever you went. Is this true?"
"You haven't been to Tokyo for three years. What changes do you feel this time? What made you decide to set foot here again?"
“Are you interested in investing in other industries?”
James' eyes twitched wildly as he was being questioned. Although he had no evidence, he suspected that he had been tricked by some sinister guy. In a hurry, he blurted out, "I can't give answers to all the questions at the same time!"
A few onlookers on the other side of the road: "!"
Suzuki Sonoko saw the old gentleman roaring to the sky and showed sympathy: "It's pitiful that a cowboy can only be surrounded by reporters in a modern city."
Mao Lilan was a little worried: "I remember that the old man was not in good health. I took him to the hospital before... If he gets angry, he might have another attack."
(End of this chapter)
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