The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 401 The dangerous move of the army
Confident and calm, chic and elegant, he exudes a kind of eucalyptus-like temperament in his movements. With raised corners of his mouth and bright eyes, he easily catches the eye.

In this short moment, time stopped briefly like a butterfly at the corner of the gently outlined mouth. The light and shadow recorded the stunning moment, and I couldn't help but hold my breath.

It must be admitted that Anson looks good.

It was this brief confrontation that naturally made people want to trust him——

Sure enough, in the final analysis, humans are visual creatures.

Even if he says that the earth is square and the sun is cold, he is willing to believe it.

What's more, he didn't, he just introduced himself.

"...I am Allen, Barry Allen, from the United States Secret Service. Your boy just tried to escape by jumping out of the window, but was detained by my companions."

First, he spread his hands, and then put one hand into his bag freely. He leaned slightly on the desk and crossed his slender legs, fully revealing the charm of the suit.

Quietly, the initiative fell into his hands.

Karl, still did not relax.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Little Frank, but the details of his movements still revealed the truth. He raised his chin slightly, frowned slightly, and raised the muzzle an inch.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Ah.

Little Frank smiled, and the bright light bloomed lightly at the corners of his mouth, and the tail of his eyebrows raised slightly, "Do you think the FBI is the only one chasing him?"

"I mean, come on."

"He also forged government checks here, which is how we tracked him down."

Little Frank took out his hands, stood up, and rummaged around on his desk.

That unhurried and calm gesture finally convinced Karl.

Little Frank could see out of the corner of his eye that Carl's arm was still straight and his gun was pointed, but his steps began to shorten the distance involuntarily——

Stepping forward and raising his chin, Carl tried to explore what was on his desk.

……Chance?
If he knocks away Carl's pistol at this time, what are the chances of escaping successfully?

Thoughts passed by in a flash.

He didn't want to take any chances.

With his fingertips, he calmed down a little and successfully found his "evidence" on the desk. Not only did he not relax, but his nerves became tense.

He said, "It's been several months"; the muscles of his left arm were completely tense, not preparing to do anything, but paying close attention to Karl's every move and paying close attention to changes in expressions and movements.

near.

closer.

He raised his head and looked at Karl, raised his left hand, spread his palm gently but firmly, and made a stopping movement, with a serious expression between his brows.

"Would you mind taking the gun away from my face?"

"Please. Really. I'm serious, this makes me so nervous."

Karl looked up and realized that he was already standing in front of the other party without knowing it. He quickly backed away again and opened a safe distance.

However, the other party did not make any move to resist, which made Karl feel a little relieved, but he still did not relax his vigilance and firmly locked onto the other party.

"Let me see your ID."

Karl remained alert and did not get entangled by the stranger in front of him.

Frank Jr.: Damn it.

After spending so much preparation and effort, they still did not interfere with the other party. After going round and round, they finally came to the critical moment, the certificate.

But little Frank didn't panic. Not only didn't he, but he also showed a calm smile and said, "Of course."

Naturally.

Turning around, little Frank reached into his pocket and rummaged around without hesitation or pause. Any hesitation might lead to exposure, so he simply went a step further and handed over the wallet. "Take my whole wallet."

Karl didn't hesitate and took the wallet as a matter of course.

Little Frank's whole body alarm sounded: What to do, what to do, what to do?
Once the wallet was opened, the entire scam would be revealed, and he would have missed his chance to escape.

But the more this happens, the more calm you need.

Frank Jr. remembered his father's trick: distraction.

Frank Sr. often joked that the reason the New York Yankees kept winning was because their zebra-striped jerseys distracted their opponents.

Step one, "Do you still want my gun? Come on, take my gun away."

This is to lure the enemy in, and it is also a complaint, a protest, and an appeal.

But, it didn’t work——

Carl still held the gun in his right hand and aimed it at Little Frank, while trying to open the wallet with his left hand to check the ID.

The detail is that there is a button on the outside of Little Frank's wallet to prevent the contents from falling out, and that button is currently closed.

The buckle was not secure, but Karl had some difficulty opening it with one hand.

Seeing that Karl was about to lose his patience, the next step might be to ask Frank Jr. to open it directly, or he might doubt Frank Jr.'s intention of giving him the entire wallet.

Step two, "Hey!"

Little Frank hurriedly scanned the audience, trying to find other targets to divert his attention. In the flash of lightning, he didn't even have a second to think, which was just a millisecond. He had to be bold and decisive.

Then, he saw——

Soldiers make dangerous moves.

"Hey, do me a favor and look out the window."

Little Frank called repeatedly and finally caught Carl's attention. He even took the initiative to open the curtains and make a solemn introduction to Carl.

"Look, my partner is taking him into custody."

Karl didn't believe it.

Carl remained vigilant and stepped to the window without looking out. His eyes fell on the "Barry Allen" in front of him to see what tricks he was playing. The face stared at Barry expressionlessly, as if he was trying to A spoiler who sees through a magician.

"Barry" seemed not to notice Carl's expression at all, and looked out the window wholeheartedly, "Look."

Such actions finally convinced Karl.

Carl looked out the window cautiously, without stopping, and immediately turned to look at Barry the next second.

Barry still didn't seem to notice Karl's unusual vigilance. He smiled, shook his head slightly, and joked casually, "When I came in, the old guy almost peed his pants, and he jumped directly from this window to my car. .”

Details, it's always the details that give a lie its power.

Karl still didn't believe it, but he needed confirmation, because he could really see a person escorting another person to the car outside the window, and that person was trembling, his legs and feet were not flexible, and he seemed to be almost unsteady.

Wait, things seem to make sense but something seems slightly wrong, but what exactly is wrong?

Karl began to think about it.

This expression fell into Little Frank's eyes. He knew that he was half successful, but many times lies are often exposed here——

Outside the window, there was indeed a person escorting another person. It was definitely not "Barry Allen"'s partner detaining the fraudster, but Mr. Murphy who lived in other rooms on the same floor and his son who came to take him home.

Mr. Murphy has lived here for a while. Frank Jr. has chatted with him several times. He knows that the old Mr. Murphy has an old problem with his knees and lives in a sunny place to recuperate. Before the FBI agents came to the door today, they were still there. Say hello at the top of the stairs.

Magic, in fact, is often not that mysterious. It is just a trick. The real key has always been the magician. He needs to divert attention, he needs to keep talking, performing, and disturbing the line of sight——

Magic is also a kind of performance.

Just like now, little Frank needs to perform a magic trick in front of the FBI agents.

(End of this chapter)