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Came to the banquet hall, through Derek's introduction, Jess met Igor Rybrov, an entrepreneur from western Ukraine.

The name and the person's appearance reminded her of the information that person had conveyed using spells.

That's right, that's the Russian guy Ronan was talking about.

After chatting for a few words, Jess automatically went to the area where the young man was. Thinking of what Ronan said, she would quietly pay attention to Igor from time to time.

Occasionally, a group of playful young people would pass by near where Igor was talking.

Pay special attention to the identities of those who Igor talks to more, especially alone.

At the end of the banquet, the father and daughter reunited. Taking advantage of no one around, Jess quickly named some names and asked Russell the specific identities or commonalities of these people.

"What do they have in common? Do they count as elites?" Under the influence of Jess, Russell thought deeply for a moment and said, "I remembered that they have one thing in common. All of these people's families have adopted orphans. .”

Jess asked: "Are there any adopted Russian orphans?" Thinking of the relationship between the Red Empire and the United States, he added: "Including those from other Eastern European countries."

Russell didn't know much, but he knew a few: "The Schultzes, the Coreys, the Davidsons..."

These people were introduced by Russell and Derek just now, and Jess immediately responded to the younger generation: "Ryan, Cecilia, Andrew."

Russell thought his daughter was talking to him, and nodded in response: "Yes, they were all adopted, but their parents treated them very well and trained them to become elites."

If Jess hadn't known that extraordinary factors were involved, she would have said that the person who instigated this plan had his head flooded.

The most critical ten years of life, growing up and developing in the United States, how many people will still identify with a country that no longer exists?

Jess told the "father" Russell a few words, quietly came to the man named Ryan, and chatted about some interesting things in Washington.

During the chat, Jess specially used her second-level ability to sense slightly, and found traces of the seeds of consciousness.

But she didn't dare to act rashly. Every seed planted by a fraudster has a unique brand. Touching it rashly without knowing it may detonate the spiritual consciousness and cause irreversible damage to people.

Young people are easy to mingle with, especially Jess, who has an impeccable appearance and figure. While wandering around the banquet hall, she has sensed Cecilia and Andrew.

None of these two.

After coming to Washington for so long, it finally paid off.

As time was getting late, Jess's phone vibrated, she took it out to have a look, and the text message only had one sentence: "I'm here."

Jess was agitated, and hurried out of the banquet hall, looking for a place where no one was there, eager to make a call, and waited for the connection there, when she heard a familiar voice: "It's me."

"I'm going to see you." The words came out without thinking.

"West Potomac Park, over the bridge." The phone hung up there.

Jess put away her mobile phone, went back to the banquet hall, and immediately took Russell to say goodbye and go home, saying that she had an appointment with someone, went back and changed her clothes, drove out, and came to the central area of ​​Washington.

Parked the car, walked along the river bank, and soon saw the bridge. There was a person standing on the bridge, holding on to the guardrail, looking at the Washington Monument in the east.

Jess started trotting unknowingly, running faster and faster, as happy as seeing the owner's golden parrot.

He ran to the bridge, came to the man, quietly stretched out his hand, grabbed the guardrail beside him, and looked at the Washington Monument, remembering the fireworks that were let off, and asked, "This time, are you going to blow it up?"

Ronan looked at Jess, it wasn't the little sister's dress, the make-up changed the shape of her face, and she was wearing all the top-tier brands, and asked, "How are you doing?"

Jess immediately corrected her attitude and reported the latest work results: "I barely broke into the political circle in Washington, and used the will of Pennsylvania Congressman Peter Russell, who was devastated by alcohol and drug addiction, to convince him to treat me as his daughter Aisha- Russell..."

For several days in a row, Peter Russell, who was already addicted to alcohol and drugs, was corroded by the two abilities of a second-order fraudster to affect consciousness, and really thought that Jess was his daughter.

Jess said roughly.

Ronan gave a proper compliment: "Good job." He asked directly: "Any news about the bald eagle?"

"Sorry, there is no clear news for now." Jess is quite guilty, as if the work has not been done well: "I asked Russell, and Russell said that a long time ago, someone said that the bald eagle representing the United States is related to the national destiny of the United States. Kind of like the ravens in the Tower of London."

Ronan heard Ilsa talk about the Tower of London and the raven, and the royal family specially set up a raven officer for this.

Jess has been asking these days: "That bald eagle is of an unusual breed. The Secret Service is in charge of raising it, and a special person is responsible for it. The exact location of the breeding place is one of the secrets of the United States. Even Congressman Russell doesn't know it. I guess , the professional in charge of the bald eagle is most likely a transcendent."

Ronan asked, "Has there been any major political or foreign affairs activities recently?"

"It seems that there will be foreign affairs activities in a while." Jess has not been idle in the past two days: "It seems that leaders of other countries are coming to visit foreign affairs."

Ronan said, "Find more relevant news."

"Okay!" Jess complied with her heart, and then said what happened tonight.

Ronan became interested: "Igor is here, what exactly do they want to do?"

If a bald eagle falls and Igor messes up Washington again, maybe he can take the opportunity to do it.

Things will end up falling on the Russians too.

Anyway, in the political correctness of the Americans, no matter what Russia does, it is wrong.

It is all wrong to feed, drink, raise cats and plant trees.

Ronan said: "Continue to pay attention to them."

Jess nodded: "Yes."

In fact, what Jess did far exceeded Ronan's expectations, and he quite recognized it: "It's a good job."

Jess turned her head, looked at Ronan, dimpled from her smile, and said, "I worked very hard." She held Ronan's sleeve: "I really worked hard!"

If you do well, you should be rewarded. Ronan took out two stand-in dolls from his pocket: "Take it with you."

"Give it to me?" Jess jumped happily, took it and held it in her hand. It seemed to be some kind of bone material, carved into a human shape. Look carefully at the face, the heart-shaped face is very iconic.

The material is average, the carving work is average, and slightly rough, but Jess is very happy.

Ronan reminded: "Go back and put a drop of your blood on each of them. They are called stand-in dolls, which can block the damage for the holder at a critical moment."

Jess knew the goods, and quietly pulled down the sleeves of Ronan's clothes: "Thank...thank you."

Ronan turned and walked down the bridge: "There is news for me."

Seeing the man walking further and further away, his figure disappearing into the night, Jess turned around and got off the bridge too.

Walking back, he suddenly put the bone doll in his heart, and couldn't help but yelled!

The voice is cheerful, the mood is high, and it works better than a stimulant!

What is all the exhaustion, the grievance of pretending to be the daughter of an alcoholic, and the exhaustion of dealing with politicians?

It's all worth it!

Jess got back in the car, convinced: "I don't have Stockholm Syndrome! It's so fulfilling to do these things! Yes! That's it!"

Ronan left the park on foot and returned to the Garden Hotel where he was staying. From the balcony of his room, he saw Lafayette Square and the White House.

In the past, the place where bald eagles appeared most on TV was the White Room.

Even congressmen don't know where the bald eagles are kept.

Jess's speculation is very reasonable. The bald eagle and the person in charge of the bald eagle are probably not ordinary.

Hope it's not kept in a white room.

Ronan stood on the balcony and looked up at the top of the hotel. This place is not far from the white room. If you stand on the roof of the hotel and set up weapons and equipment...

Perhaps no remote control?

This is Washington DC.

Ronan felt that some weapons needed to be properly modified for use in Washington.

Of course, the premise of everything is to get the eyes of the Bald Eagle King!

As long as the eyes are in hand, leave immediately.

Ronan is also considering various possibilities, such as finding out the identity of the breeder and buying them with money, which is the easiest way.

This is just an idea. Ronan will not underestimate the will of the Americans. This country has developed and maintained its hegemony in the world, and there is absolutely no shortage of patriots.

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Society Weekly Magazine, located on Pennsylvania Avenue East.

The editor-in-chief Marty received a notice from the media company above that a cover photographer would be transferred from Los Angeles to make proper arrangements for his work.

No matter how you look at it, it's unreliable for someone from the fashion circle to suddenly break into the political circle.

Marty was quite critical, but a senior executive of the company revealed some information that the job was the company's compensation for the photographer.

If you accept it, you must accept it, and if you don’t accept it, you must also accept it.

However, the magazine has no shortage of cover photographers. The few hired by the contract have deep connections in the political circle and cannot be replaced.

While Marty was thinking about how to arrange it, the secretary came in to report that Duke, a photographer from Los Angeles, had arrived and was waiting outside.

"Let him in!"

Soon, Marty meets the new photographer, a handsome young man in a suit and tie.

"Hello, editor-in-chief Marty." Ronan sized him up a little.

He needed the identity brought by this media job, so he greeted him routinely, took out a document, and put it on his desk.

Marty opened it for a quick glance and said, "I've known Miranda for years, and it's rare that she compliments someone like that."

Ronan is still Duke's fart tone: "Because I am too good at the art of photography, even a domineering person like Miranda can't deny it."

Marty frowned slightly, and his inner thoughts did not show on his face, like a seasoned politician: "You did a great job in the fashion magazine, but fashion and current affairs are two completely different circles. Duke, I am also very happy. Appreciate your talent, but you just came to Washington, I hope you can put aside your arrogance, show enthusiasm for work, learn about the political circle here, and then formally devote yourself to work."

Ronan asked directly: "Have the editor-in-chief thought about my work arrangements?"

There is a shortage of photographers in the first editorial department. Marty said: "Follow the reporters of the newspaper to go to the front line, and really understand what kind of photos are needed to grasp social and political news, and how to take them, okay?"

Ronan just needed the freedom to run outside, so he replied, "Of course! But I need a reporter's card. Without a card, a lot of work can't be carried out."

Marty pressed the intercom and called the female secretary: "Take Duke to go through the entry procedures and documents, and work in the first editorial department."

Ronan didn't say much, and followed the female secretary to go through various procedures, because the notice had been sent to Society Weekly a few days ago, and the relevant materials had already been prepared.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a HR specialist led Ronan to the first editorial department.

This is a large independent room with a separate office for the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief of the first editorial department is called Howard, a very common middle-aged male in the workplace-bald and bald.

There are not many people left, two men and one woman, Salman who may be of Asan blood, Matt, a handsome guy in his 30s, and Rachel, a Canadian with a sweet smile.

Howard personally brought Ronan over and introduced the two sides.

Mike first expressed his welcome: "We are short of a photographer here, and you came just in time!"

Matt and Rachel were also very friendly on the surface, and shook hands with Ronan respectively: "Welcome to the first editorial department."

While talking, Matt's cell phone rang and said, "The informant has a call, big news!"

He looked at Ronan: "Photographer, come with me?"

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1 second to remember the public:.

Chapter 179 Murder Road and the Preliminary Whereabouts of the Bald Eagle (8000)

After getting out of the newspaper office and getting into the same car, Matt drove fast, and the car sped toward northwest Washington.

Ronan sat in the co-pilot, opened the equipment bag he carried with him, and professionally installed the lens and film for the camera.

Seeing Ronan's professionalism, Matt praised: "Be well prepared on the first day of work!"

Ronan shrugged: "You don't have to trust me, but don't doubt my professionalism and professionalism. I'm a well-known photography artist!" He asked directly: "Tell me about the situation, so I'm well prepared."

The car turned off Pennsylvania Avenue, and Matt said simply: "I have a news reporter, a taxi driver, who found a woman dead in a park in the Kalorama area, who seemed to have been murdered."

Luo Nan was surprised: "Isn't the first editorial department specializing in current affairs news?"

Matt was a little puzzled: "The woman who died was known to the news informant. She was a very famous courtesan in Washington. She worked around many politicians and provided them with special services for a fee!"

Having said that, Ronan immediately understood: "The very high-end one?"

Mixed in the fashion circle, these are not surprising, similar situations are very common among models.

Matt nodded slightly: "The top one, the one-time fee is more than what you earn in a month!"

Luo Nanxin said, do you know how much I earned last month?Speak out to scare people to death!

If you really want to earn a month at a time, then there is not a diamond inlaid underneath, but a black hole in the universe.