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Even the experienced old agent Belmode couldn't help but be troubled by it.

They were all caught off guard by this unexpected development:

Both the stalkers and the gangsters have left the venue.

And it is likely to act together?

How could these two irrelevant groups of people get together?

"Could it be that those gangsters are actually professional agents, colleagues of the stalker?"

"The man behind the assassination or kidnapping of Mr. Randy Hawk is actually the US government?"

Lin Xinyi made a bold guess.

Randy Hawk is an American, so he made the FBI and CIA of the United States the primary suspects.

And the mentally ill gunman, the big truck, hanged himself in prison, and shot himself in the back...

These classic cases are also sufficient to prove the fine traditions of the US intelligence agencies in this regard.

If that Mr. Randy Hawk offends someone who shouldn't be offended in China, then he may really enjoy the customized assassination service of the professional team of rice noodles.

And if the gangsters and the stalkers are actually colleagues from the same intelligence department, the mystery of the two groups of people coming together to act together can be reasonably explained:

They may have happened to meet at the circus while performing their respective missions.

Then at the same time, they noticed that there were many plainclothes policemen in the circus, so they decided to suspend the mission together and evacuate from the scene together.

Although this explanation is a bit complicated, Lin Xinyi really couldn't think of a better answer in the face of this unbelievable reality.

"This..." Belmode pondered for a while: "No, it shouldn't be."

"Based on what I know about the FBI and CIA, if they were going to attack Randy Hawke, the rich man should have died of a 'heart attack' long ago in his residence in the United States."

If the U.S. intelligence agency wants to deal with an American, it will definitely give priority to doing it on its own territory.

Why wait until Randy Hawk comes to Japan before law enforcement across the border?This is not asking for trouble.

"And it's not like what other intelligence services do."

"Professional intelligence services have a hundred ways to get close to Randy Hawk and make him silently turn into a corpse."

"Arranging to do it in such a public place...it's too risky and too high-profile."

"That's not the style of a professional."

"Eh..." Lin Xinyi was at a loss for words.

He was about to give an example of gin flying a helicopter, but he thought about it.

After all, leaving aside such rare scientific cases, judging by common sense...Professionals must still prefer those low-key and safe assassination methods.

They are also fully capable of killing people in a more concealed and effective way, and there is no need to risk doing it in public.

"So those gangsters should be just ordinary gangsters."

"The reason they chose to do it here is probably because their low-level criminal gang lacks the ability to collect intelligence and cannot grasp the whereabouts of Randy Hawke."

The biggest gap between civil gangs and intelligence agencies lies in intelligence gathering capabilities.

The intelligence department can clearly grasp the whereabouts of the target and calmly choose the right time to attack.

The folk gangs may not even know where Randy Hawke lives, so they can only read the news report in the newspaper that "Randy Hawke will make a public appearance in the circus performance" and risk coming here to wait.

That's why Belmode dared to make a bold judgment based on his own experience that these gangsters were not professional agents.

"But if that's the case..."

"How did a group of ordinary gangsters and the guy following us get together?"

Lin Xinyi is still puzzled.

There was also a rare hint of doubt in Belmode's emerald green eyes.

The development of the situation is too magical, and an old spy like her can't be dealt with.

The two stared at each other for a long time...

The answer finally surfaced.

It was sent by the Mumu Police Department.

He suddenly made a phone call.

And the tone of his speech was very guilty, with a deep sense of shame in his guilt, like a subway idiot sitting on an interrogation chair.

"Lin...Mr. Lin..."

"I...my side...maybe something went wrong."

"Didn't you ask me to protect that Mr. James? I followed the advice of two subordinates... and asked them to put Mr. James in a police car and send him to the nearby Mihua Police Station."

"Oh?" Lin Xinyi could hear something bad from the tone.

But he didn't realize what could go wrong with the decision of the Mumu Police Department.

Isn't it a thoughtful decision to transfer James to a nearby police station for concealment and protection?

What could go wrong?

"Eh..." Mumu Police Department was silent for a long time.

In the end, with the determination to bow and apologize, he choked out the words:

"The police car that Mr. James got into..."

"Probably fake."

The Mihua Police Station is not far away, and it only takes a few minutes to drive there.

So shortly after sending someone to send James to the car, the Mumu police department guessed that the other party should have arrived, so they tried to call the Mihua police station to ask if Mr. James had arrived.

After getting a negative answer, he faintly sensed that something was wrong, so he tried to use the police's internal radio communication to ask the police officers who were in charge of driving around the circus to check the situation.

The resulting reply was...

These patrol cars were still busy patrolling, and Mr. James was not on any of them.

So who picked James up?

The answer is obvious.

"He should..." Mu Mu's voice was trembling with embarrassment: "It should have fallen into the hands of criminals."

"It's no wonder that the plainclothes we deployed have not found any traces of the gangsters."

"It turns out...it turns out that they were disguised as their own people and mixed into the patrol convoy."

Lin Xinyi: "..."

The air was eerily quiet.

It was also the first time he encountered such a case beyond his control, and there were only a series of question marks left in his mind:

James was robbed by gangsters?

The owner of the mobile phone signal who was moving at high speed with the gangsters was James?

In other words, this old foreign man who looks harmless to humans and animals is actually the mysterious man who followed them all the way to the circus?

And he is such a ruthless character who seems to be a professional secret agent...

Was it robbed by a few little thieves?

Or was it robbed by the Japanese police?

"This..." Lin Xinyi was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

At this time, I only heard the guilty voice of the Mumu Police Department trembling again:

"One more thing, Mr. Lin..."

"In order to ensure that the gangsters were successfully drawn out, we specially arranged for Randy Hawke to be interviewed by reporters on the spot, allowing him to 'inadvertently' reveal his next itinerary during the interview."

"Now the interview has begun, and it is being broadcast live simultaneously on TV and radio."

Mumu Police Department swallowed nervously:

"Mr. Lin, you said..."

"The kidnappers know they've got the wrong guy when they hear Randy Hawk live on the radio."

"Will they tear up the ticket in a fit of anger?"

...........................

James is absolutely unwilling to believe in any prophet.

He didn't even believe that he would have a bloody disaster.

As an FBI ace investigator, he will only be a disaster for others.

Until he got into that police car.

Besides him, there were three "policemen" with fierce faces in the police car.

When James was pushed into the police car by the two plainclothes police officers, he noticed an indescribable complex expression on the faces of the three "policemen".

This expression is both dazed and pleasantly surprised, with a bit of excitement in the confusion, and a bit of vigilance in the greed.

Like a mouse knocked unconscious by a pie.

At this time, James knew in his heart that something was wrong.

But unfortunately, the three gangsters also quickly reacted from the shock.

The driver's younger brother who was sitting in the driver's seat decisively started the car engine and stepped on the gas pedal.

In the back row of the car, the two gangsters who sandwiched James from one left to the other quietly pulled out their pistols from their waists, and pointed them secretly at his body under the cover of their uniform windbreaker.

"This..." James quickly noticed:

The handles of their pistols, which were faintly exposed from the hem of their trench coats, seemed to be branded with a big black star.

"Tokarev pistol..."

How could the Japanese police be equipped with Sulian's Tokarev pistol?