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After hearing Jameson's sinister words, Doby hugged Natasha without stopping.

Instead, he walked directly towards the hotel.

But Jameson in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of avoiding him. He stared at Natasha who was covered by clothes in Dolby's arms and said in an inexplicable tone.

"I wonder if you can tell me who you are holding in your arms?

Why cover it with clothes? "

After saying that, he subconsciously sniffed and sniffed the air because Duby was closer to him.

Then he said with an ugly face.

"I seem to smell a strong smell of blood..."

Dolby's face tightened slightly and he looked up at Jameson who was blocking the way and making no attempt to avoid him.

He glanced at the reporters around him again.

He reluctantly gave up on using "magic" to make the old man in front of him lose his memory.

After waiting for a few more seconds, Dolby found that the old man had nothing to say.

This old man in a straight suit looked energetic, like a warrior.

Although the question was about Natasha who was holding him in his arms, she still stared into his eyes.

Dolby mused.

Whether it's the other party's graying temples or the still-standing and powerful Bugle Daily, it can prove that this person is not a fool.

If he really wanted to know who was underneath the clothes, he would never ask directly.

Not only will he use his words but not his hands.

This old man obviously has other purposes.

Then he subconsciously glanced at the female reporter standing in the distance, looking over here.

After thinking for a while, he felt that he roughly understood what Jameson meant.

Sure enough, he saw the way Dolby looked at his daughter, and Jameson spoke directly.

"I didn't dare to confirm it at first. After all, your face is too ostentatious..."

Hearing this, Dubi's heart lifted again.

Was his previous guess wrong?

Jameson has actually discovered his true identity.

And because of your character who hates superheroes, you want to do something now that you have put your daughter away?

Dolby hugged Natasha, the muscles in his legs tensed slightly.

Be prepared to break through if something goes wrong.

The only pity is that this face and his matching identity can no longer be used.

He was already ready to run away if he disagreed.

And Jameson's tone also changed from inexplicable to very certain.

"You came out of this hotel and came back to this hotel with such a strong smell of blood..."

The old man lowered his voice slightly, his tone was serious, but there was also a hint of excitement hidden in it.

"Your true identity is actually... the killer of this hotel!"

"……Um?!"

It turns out...that's what you thought!

Dolby relaxed his tense muscles slightly, with a strange expression on his face.

But then I thought about it. According to the information sent by the FBI, there was a shadow of the military behind the Daily Bugle.

And it is said that he is also a military general in the army with real power.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not surprising that Jameson actually knows the true face of the Continental Hotel.

Thinking of this, Dolby felt relieved again.

Although he was mistaken for a killer, since his true identity has not been discovered by the other party, let's continue to act according to the other party's ideas.

Acting is not shabby.

So in the next second, the peaceful smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

The corners of the mouth that were originally slightly raised on both sides were lowered on one side and raised on the other side.

The soul power evolved from the special killing intent was slightly revealed at this moment.

He put on a cold and stern expression.

Ding... The little acting master is online!

Mortals... feel the acting skills from hell.

At the same time, Dolby also controlled his vocal cords, abruptly changing his voice from sunny and warm to cold and hoarse.

"what are you up to?!"

Jameson, who was standing in front of Dolby, opened his mouth and suddenly felt unsure.

To be honest, Dolby, who was wearing makeup, had a sudden change in temperament and a murderous aura that suddenly emerged at that moment, which really shocked him.

At that moment, cold sweat broke out from his back and wet his clothes.

It's just that the lights flickered at night and no one noticed.

Only the cold wind blowing from time to time reminded him that everything just now was not an illusion.

But as a veteran reporter with many years of interview experience.

After Jameson was suddenly startled, he always felt that the killer in front of him was a bit "fake".

It's like...acting? !

But the killing intent that was like thorns on the back and made goosebumps stand up, and the smell of blood that became clearer and clearer as time went by, reminded him again.

The guy in front of me suddenly changed his face, as if he had a facial stroke (his mouth was crooked).

He is indeed a killer.

Jameson glanced at the Continental Hotel next to him out of the corner of his eye, once again confirming his guess.

He was originally a veteran who had been on the battlefield, but later he chose to retire because he was tired of the war.

Returning to his hometown of Queens, New York, he started as a tabloid reporter, worked hard step by step, and finally became the owner of the Daily Bugle, a major newspaper.

Although it is not a media giant.

But in the world of New York journalism, this is still a hill.

And his so-called background was his comrades who had participated in the war together before.

It's just that the comrade-in-arms came from a military family and caught up with the war. He was lucky and made a lot of contributions.

At this time, he was already a powerful general in the army.

Even now, the two of them can't talk about a subordinate relationship.

In other words, rather than being subordinate, it would be more appropriate to say that they are allies.

In addition, both families have daughters and they move around very frequently, so they can be considered family friends.

The true situation about the Continental Hotel was told to him by his old comrade.

Because he understood his jealousy and strong character, the general once specifically told him to keep quiet.

Don’t even think about reporting it.

According to the old comrade.

Large "hotels" like the New York Continental.

There are at least 36 in the world, and there are countless other small hotels.

The origins and background of the "hotel" are unknown, and why various countries can tolerate the existence of such organizations is even more confidential.

In short, there are really too many organizations and forces involved.

It's not something that a small army general or a newspaper owner can challenge.

If you really insist on reporting it, then it will be in order not to cause panic among the people and cause people to distrust the government.

Various forces, including the government, can only directly "solve" the two people who "raised the problem."