Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron has been in the industry for many years, but his tone has never been so timid.

But Ron doesn't think there's anything wrong with this behavior. He thinks it's the unique flexibility of an agent~

The FBI agent who had just left due to Ron's order returned: "Sir, we just found out that Gates had paid to rent a house in Washington. Do you want to go now..."

"Of course I want to go." Ron agreed without waiting for him to finish.

Gates's home was rented in a small apartment not far from the airport. After the FBI agents determined that there was no danger inside, Ron and the old Mason went up together.

Surprisingly, there were no guns or weapons inside. Instead, it was a clean room made of plastic sheeting.

"Now we have gained something." Ron pulled open the plastic sheet and made a gesture of invitation: "I guess they must have thought that there was some secret map written with invisible ink on the Declaration of Independence, so they wanted to find a way to make the invisible ink visible here. Way, seriously, you never did that with the Declaration of Independence?”

"No, you know this is an important cultural relic, so we have always been very careful about its preservation."

"Well, you may have missed some important clues because of this. I am now more and more convinced that the legendary treasure really exists," Ron walked to the table: "What are these letters about?"

"Let me check," the staff member turned on the computer: "I found it. When Franklin was fifteen years old, he pretended to be a middle-aged man named Cyrus Dugood and wrote fourteen letters to his brother's newspaper. The letter, uh…that’s it.”

"Why would he do this? Is it just for fun?" Ron Zha asked strangely: "Maybe there is something wrong with these letters themselves. Let me guess. There must be no mention of treasures in these letters, but just some chatter. Boring topic, right?”

"That's right." The staff member nodded, and the old man asked with interest: "Why, did you think of something else?"

"Well," Ron nodded: "I guess Mr. Franklin did this not just for fun, but the fact that these letters appear here shows that Mr. Gates also thinks they are related to the treasure."

The old Freemason man became more and more appreciative: "Then what are you going to do? Should I continue to ask my men to find old Mr. Gates?"

"Of course we have to look for it, but the point is no longer to ask what he said, but to remain calm on the surface and then secretly monitor him. Think about it, now that we have determined that the two groups who stole the Declaration of Independence are people, and one of them was a tough guy with a gun.

What do they do when they lose the clue? These treasure hunters will not be restricted by various rules like our agents. They will do whatever they can. I believe that they will soon start to consider some off-the-beaten-path tricks.

And there is no need for us to go to such trouble to chase the suspect. As long as we lock in the old Mr. Gates, we don't have to do anything, just wait quietly. "

Ron's eyes were sharp: "If this is a game, I want to cheat and go directly to the last level. What do you think?"

"Of course, it's a very smart approach. As I said at the beginning, everything is up to you." The old man agreed readily.

…

Five days later.

Gates, who looks exactly like Orloff, took the newly joined Dr. Shreds and his little follower to Philadelphia to find Cyrus Dugood's letters.

According to their speculation, the mysterious code they found on the back of the Declaration of Independence should be the Ottendorf code, a code that uses numbers to represent letters in a certain letter and then forms sentences.

Then based on the newly obtained clues, he came to New York.

The treasure hunter with an instant noodle head handed the pipe and document tube to Gates' arms: "The meerschaum pipe and the Declaration of Independence are now yours. Now, tell me, where is my treasure?"

"Right here, the map says there are two e's (Heere at the wall)," Gates pointed to the Wall Street behind him: "The location of Wall Street used to be a wall, which was used by the Dutch residents to defend against the British. Where the main entrance is.

It's a street called heere, with two e's. Later, the street was renamed Broadway when the British arrived, and yes, that's what the map points to. "

After speaking, Gates grabbed the two things promised by the treasure hunter and was about to leave, but he was stopped by the other party:

"Wait, is that what the map says?"

"Of course that's all."

"Okay, if what you said is right, then I want you to take me there. Don't object immediately." The treasure hunter showed a confident smile and motioned Gates to look across the road with his chin: "Look over there first. who is it?"

The rear door of the SUV opposite was opened, and Mr. Gates was tied to the front seat with tape. Even his mouth was covered with a piece of tape, and his mouth was gagged. He could only make a "Uh-huh" sound.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me now?" The treasure hunter nodded proudly and closed the car door again.

"Okay, Trinity Church, we have to go to Trinity Church, that's where the map finally indicates." Gates had no choice but to hand over the clues he got.

"Very good, great. Why don't you ask Dr. Chess and your little follower to come with you? I believe they are nearby." The treasure hunter patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

At the same time, the same conversation was taking place in the Starbucks across the road, but the old Mason patted Ron on the shoulder and said: "Great, great, you found them with almost no effort."

Of course the old man is not a fool. Ron's attitude is so obvious. Of course he knows that his identity has been exposed, so...

Okay, I’m the boss, I won’t act anymore~

The old man directly showed off his identity as a third-level member of the Freemasonry. This identity is very interesting. It is almost the highest level within the Freemasonry. This shows how much the Freemasonry attaches great importance to this treasure.

However, after a few days, Ron found that this old man was still easy to get along with. Ron was eating cheap hot dogs while observing the other side.

"It's actually not difficult to guess. As long as these treasure hunters read more books, they will come up with some other new tricks, instead of just kidnapping and threatening these dirty tricks over and over again."

The admiration in the old Freemason's eyes became even stronger: "Then when do you think it's appropriate for us to take action?"

"Don't worry, just follow them from a distance. After such a long time, even kidnapping was used. I guess they must have found the location of the final treasure. We just need to surround that place and wait for them to come out. Just catch them when the time comes.”

"Or if you are worried that there will be other exits below, for the sake of safety and to minimize casualties, I suggest that I follow them down alone."

The treasure hunter over there took Gates into the car and was about to set off. Ron made a signal, and a car lurking nearby immediately followed.

The old Freemason's eyes, which were originally cloudy, suddenly became sharp: "Three items."

"What?" Ron was a little confused by the old man's abrupt words.

"I allow you to take away at most three treasures from that treasure. The other items belong to the country's wealth." The old man said seriously.

"Haha, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Ron laughed dryly and tried to hide it, but the old man still stared at him seriously.

"Do you need me to remind you of that Buddha statue you brought back from Thailand?"

"Okay," Ron raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Even the incident in Thailand was revealed. It seems that the other party checked him very carefully: "I promise to only take away three things at most, so can we leave now? ?”

Ron promised, but he didn't think so in his heart. I still have storage space. I don't believe you can find something in the storage space.

"No problem, let's go now." The old man raised his hand and made sure that the commercial vehicle parked slowly in front of Starbucks.

In Trinity Church, Gates finally found the entrance hidden behind the tomb through the final prompt. When he entered with the treasure hunter, Ron followed him to the entrance of the cave.

"Isn't it, such a small hole?" Ron looked at the hole made by the coffin and complained that the doctor finally gritted his teeth and got in.

And just like what is written in Peach Blossom Spring, one is very narrow at first, but only then can one understand others...

After climbing for almost ten meters, we finally came to a huge deep pit. There were wooden steps going down along the pit b. Ron stood on it and could even hear the voices of the treasure hunters below.

Gates pointed down and said: "Look, there is an elevator over there, let's go down there."

"How did those people build such a project with primitive tools?" a treasure hunter lamented.

"Just like they built the pyramids and the Great Wall."

"Yes, aliens helped them."

"The possibility of aliens is unlikely. After all, no evidence has been found yet to prove that aliens have ever visited the earth and helped primitive people build these great projects. I still believe that these should belong to the great working people. Crystallization of wisdom, what do you think?"

Ron didn't know when he had infiltrated the treasure hunters and directly jumped in to join the discussion.

"Never mind it, let's go." Treasure hunter Tao Mu took two steps forward and suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned back suddenly. While turning back, he quickly pulled out his gun: "Who are you?!"

"Bang!" The treasure hunter's gun was just halfway raised when Ron shot him away.

"Didn't your mother teach you that it's rude to point a gun at someone?"

Ron put the gun to the head of the treasure hunter leader: "And before asking other people's names, it's best to introduce yourself first. This is the most basic courtesy of a gentleman."

"My name is... Bang!" The treasure hunter was mid-sentence, but Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in knowing a dead person's name."

The treasure has been found, and these treasure hunters can basically be defined as criminals. After that, every breath of air they breathe is a waste of taxpayers' money. For economic reasons, Ron just gave it a try. .

The treasure hunter's men realized that something was not good, and they hurriedly attacked Ron from the left and the right at the same time. One of them hugged Ron from behind, and the other immediately rushed towards the gun in his hand, trying to snatch it away.

But no matter how fast they move, how can they be faster than Ron?

"Bang!" Ron shot quickly to kill the big man in front of him who was grabbing the gun. At the same time, his body was hugged by the treasure hunter behind him.

But so what? Ron stomped hard on the treasure hunter's feet, and the latter screamed and fell to the ground, holding his toes and screaming repeatedly.

But just as he screamed, Ron put the barrel of the gun into his mouth: "Say goodbye to this beautiful world, baby~"

"Ugh!" The treasure hunter just whimpered, and his head exploded like a watermelon.

"Bang!" Blood splashed all over the woman next to her.

Ron flicked the revolver, and three cartridge cases and two bullets fell into Ron's hands. Ron threw away the cartridge cases and loaded them into the magazine along with the three rounds of bullets. He flicked it again and the magazine returned to its place. , the pistol returns to a state that can be fired at any time, and is retracted into the holster.

The scariest thing is that the whole process only takes one second!

Everybody knows what it means, what it means. Ron can take the life of anyone here at any time.

"Hello, this beautiful lady, I think you must be Dr. Chase," Ron greeted as he put his hands on his waist and looked at the other three men with eager eyes:

"I am Ron, an IRS agent. I was ordered to retrieve the original Declaration of Independence and rescue the hostages. I want to know if you were coerced by any of these three people?"

Gates and his little follower were so frightened that they quickly winked at Dr. Chase, who quickly said:

"No, not really. We are a group. The three you killed just now are the bad guys. There are eight more of them on the ground.

They worked with me to protect the Declaration of Independence, and we found a treasure behind this, right here, wait, how can I trust you? "

"I know, I have sent those eight people to see God. This is a church. I think they can reach their destination faster." Ron directly showed his certificate.

The moment Dr. Chase saw Ron's ID, he was finally relieved, but still insisted on his principle: "Okay, I believe you, but please forgive me for not being able to give this thing to you. I have to send her back to the country with my own hands." In the museum.”

"You said there is treasure down there?" Ron jumped forward and jumped onto the elevator: "Take me down to have a look."

Gates was speechless. He put the torch to the brazier in front and ignited it. The remaining fuel in the brazier immediately followed the ditch and ignited all the other braziers. The firelight immediately illuminated the entire treasure room, and then the light was illuminated by various kinds of lights. Such gold products reflected back into Ron's eyes, almost blinding him.

"FXXK!" Ron couldn't help but cursed: "How much are these things worth?!"

Under the light of the fire, there was a treasure room the size of a football field, filled with all kinds of treasures!