Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Is your guy's name Marvin Burgess?" Ron asked in surprise: "Tell him that if he is interested after this incident, he is welcome to work in the IRS."

This sixth sense is simply amazing, much more reliable than all Ron's known experiences. To be honest, Ron didn't see a single flaw until the woman took out her phone just now.

"I think Marvin will be very happy." Joe replied with a nod.

On the other side, Frank and his party rented a car after coming out of the train station and drove all the way to the cargo airport. With the woman in front of him who was very good at concealing it, Ron observed the passing vehicles very carefully along the way, which really made him Found something fishy.

On the way from the station to the airport, at almost every intersection there would be a car following Frank's car for a short distance, then turning at the next intersection and switching to another car to follow.

But it may be due to lack of manpower. When they reached the fifth intersection, the license plate numbers had been repeated. In other words, there were four cars following them.

The smile on Ron's lips grew wider and wider, and things became more and more interesting.

As we all know, the CIA has always been an intelligence department that is not short of money, so there will never be a shortage of personnel. If there is still a shortage of personnel in a certain operation, it can only mean one thing.

That is, this operation is not a task assigned through formal procedures at all, but a private operation by some individuals with real power in the CIA!

Ron smelled a hint of conspiracy.

"Have you put the bug I asked you to put on Frank?"

Joe shook his head: "No, Frank and Marvin are too vigilant. If you put it on them, you will definitely be discovered, so I put it on Frank's new girlfriend Sarah."

"Then I think the effect shouldn't be bad." As he said that, Ron parked the car on the side of the road and turned on the receiver.

"She has a camera in her bag, so we have to kill her? What?" Sara's complaining voice was immediately heard.

"We'll talk about this later." Frank lowered his voice: "Are you Gabriel Singer?"

"What's wrong?" A strange voice joined the chat, and Ron looked through the telescope and spotted a man named Gabriel.

"Guatemala, 1981, San Benito." Frank stated the theme concisely and concisely. Gabriel's expression changed and he pushed Frank away.

"I can't talk to you about this."

Gabriel had just stretched out his hand halfway when a dagger suddenly appeared like magic and wiped it towards Frank's neck. However, someone was faster than him. Marvin had already noticed something was wrong when he just stretched out his hand.

Before Gabriel could put the knife to Frank's neck, Marvin's pistol was already at his head.

"Two against one, okay, you win." Gabriel threw away the dagger and raised his hands knowingly: "This is not the place to talk, come with me."

Gabriel led the three people to the tower where he worked. After briefly explaining the purpose of their visit, Gabriel paced the room irritably: "Do you think a retired naval pilot who has served twice as a military commander would think of that article in the New York Times?" What did the reporter say?”

"have no idea."

"I did not say anything!"

"That reporter is dead, and everyone she talked to is either dead or about to die, including you." Frank's words made Gabriel realize his situation.

"Oh my God~" Gabriel lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head again and finally told everything he knew.

"The CIA sent me to fly a man over in the middle of the night. He took off from a road in the wilderness. He is a CIA agent. He is in a suit and tie. He looks a bit silly."

"I remember that guy, we escorted him over after he got off the plane!" Marvin recalled.

"After he picked up another person over there, I flew the plane and brought them back."

"Human? Who is that person?" Frank felt that he had finally grasped the point and asked eagerly, but when Gabriel was about to speak, he was immediately interrupted by the anxious Marvin.

"Frank! Look over there! It's that plane again!" Marvin shouted, pointing to a helicopter outside.

Sarah was a little confused and couldn't figure out the situation: "We are at the airport, so it is normal for there to be planes..."

"It's the same plane! N9748C!" Marvin took out a small crumpled piece of paper from his pocket: "Did you see it, Frank? That's it!"

"Let me take a look." Gabriel just leaned towards the window.

"Da da da..." A string of bullets was fired from the helicopter, one of which hit him in the chest.

"It's an enemy attack!" Two old agents, one took the bag, the other knocked down his girlfriend, and immediately hid by the window.

Outside the airport, in the CIA temporary command vehicle, the commander in charge of this operation showed a proud smile on his face: "Yes, that's it, full fire suppression, don't let that old guy get away again."

"Don't worry, sir! I..." The reply from the man in the earphone was just half of what he said.

"Boom!" A huge explosion came from the commander's earphones. When he looked again, the helicopter had turned into a fireball and fell to the ground.

"Sir, our helicopter was shot down by a rocket. What should we do now?"

"FXXK! That old guy still has accomplices!" The commander yelled angrily: "Everyone, mobilize, we must not let them run away again!"

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On the other side, Ron was standing in the cargo box of the pickup truck, admiring the fruits of his labor with satisfaction. He threw away the empty rocket launcher that was still smoking, and kicked the cab of the front rack.

"Set off!"

Buzz!

The pickup truck's engine roared as it crashed through the airport's fence and sped inside. Ron was holding on to the guardrail with one hand and holding a pistol in the other, aiming at the man standing on top of the container.

"Bang!" The man was shot and fell off the top of the container, and Ron also took advantage of the car's slowdown to jump out of the car: "Meet at the back door in a minute!"

After saying that, he took out another revolver from his waist, held the gun in both hands, and walked in the direction of Frank. After taking only two steps, he met an old acquaintance.

The female agent who was being interrogated by Marvin at the train station was holding a submachine gun and firing at the other end of the box, not noticing Ron's arrival at all.

"You guessed it right, old man, I am an agent!"

"She actually called me old thing? Frank, can I kill her?" Marvin shouted angrily.

"Okay." X2

Marvin's question actually elicited two answers, one from Frank and the other from Ron.

"Go to hell!" When the female agent saw that there was someone around her, she immediately turned her gun, but at this time Ron was already too close to her, only less than two meters away.

At this distance, a fist works better than a pistol.

"Boom!" Ron thrust the handle of his gun into the female agent's face: "OK, you can shoot now, Marvin."