Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The information Alex showed Ron about Project Nightshade revealed that the several relevant executive agents on it were none other than the main generals at Ron's Los Angeles Senior Activity Center.

With the prowess of those people, it is not surprising that they were involved in any major incident. After all, they were all CIA's ace agents. When they were young, it was the era when the CIA was at its peak, and they participated in too many major historical events. These events They involve each other again.

As the saying goes, if you go out to fool around, you will always have to pay back, so in your later years, retribution finally comes.

"When did Marvin leave?" Ron asked in a deep voice in the church.

This is a Catholic church. Marvin lies motionless in the coffin, surrounded by his relatives and friends before his death, that is, the old guys in the senior activity center.

"Yesterday at noon, a bomb went up in front of the supermarket." Frank replied as he secretly took out a needle and pricked Marvin's hand while the priest wasn't paying attention.

Ron was dumbfounded. You old agents usually look so friendly, but you didn't expect that you secretly hate people to the point of torturing their corpses even after they die?

I’ve seen you for a long time~

At this time, even Frank's girlfriend Sarah couldn't stand it any longer and quickly grabbed Frank's evil hand: "Frank, what are you doing? Give me the pin!"

"I just thought he shouldn't be dead. Now he seems to be really dead. Maybe I should kiss him."

"Really? Do you really want to kiss? Then go ahead." Sarah pushed, and Frank became less excited and followed Sarah back to the audience seat.

"Is this how you old people get along?" Ron asked Guan Yuming funny.

"Who knows? Anyway, if there is a point where I am lying there, I really hope you can prick me up with a needle." Guan Yuming smiled and said: "Look, he can still move."

"Well, Marvin died at this age, which is indeed enough, but I still can't be happy." Ron shook his head: "Marvin was murdered, and it was on my territory. I will remember this grudge." If you get offended, no matter who it is, I will definitely avenge it."

The funeral ended with the pastor's prayers. During the funeral, Frank also went up to give a memorial speech as a representative of relatives and friends. Ron went out to make phone calls twice to investigate the cause of Marvin's death through his own intelligence.

But neither Finch nor Peggy could find a clue, which made Ron a little confused.

You know, these two people are both people who can use the world's highest level surveillance system. It would be strange if one person is still an occasional person, but neither of them has information.

unless……

Ron was holding his chin in deep thought. A van stopped opposite Frank who was walking in front, and three people in black windbreakers got out. Ron narrowed his eyes dangerously, like a tiger that had found its prey.

This windbreaker is very familiar to him. Isn't it the standard style worn by CIA investigators?

"Go to the club and hide, and wait for me to find you, okay?" Frank said while blocking Sarah behind him. The club they were at Ron's headquarters was the only place in the world where he felt at ease. There, Sarah La will definitely not suffer any harm.

"I don't want to leave you."

"Don't worry, it will be fine." After saying that, Frank greeted several investigators: "What do you want?"

"Mr. Moses, we would like to ask you to come with us to a safe place to talk."

The leading investigator showed his ID. Just as Frank was about to speak, Ron stopped him first: "Is that your sniper over there?"

Ron pointed to a bright light reflected from the building opposite.

The investigator nodded and admitted: "Yes, Mr. Moses is an extremely dangerous retired agent, so we made some necessary preparations."

"Then has anyone told you that his new boss is an active agent who is even more difficult to mess with? Let me guess, your sniper is pointing a gun at my head right now, right?"

The other party shook his head blankly, and Ron showed a disgusted expression: "Really, is the CIA so perfunctory when it comes to missions now? Not even the most basic preliminary investigation? Or are you just newbies in the industry? Someone wants to Are you deliberately trying to trouble you?"

"I don't know what you are talking about? Can you give me a moment? No matter who you are, please cooperate with our work, otherwise..." The investigator did not realize the danger was coming and continued to threaten Ron without fear. .

But unfortunately, Ron didn't follow his lead and interrupted him rudely: "What else? Let your snipers blow my head off?"

"If you continue to hinder our work, I will definitely let him shoot." The investigator did not give in at all and raised a hand. This was the code they had agreed on in advance. As long as his hand fell, the sniper would not do anything. Killing anyone who stands in his way without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

Ron slapped the investigator on the face. The investigator was so stunned that he even forgot to put his hand down. It took him a while before he realized: "How dare you hit me?! My father never hit me like this." Get over me! I want you to die!"

As he said that, the investigator waved his hand down as if he had just woken up from a dream, but instead of the picture he expected of Ron being confused when the gunshot rang out, Ron raised his hand again with a disdainful sneer. Handed.

"Pa~" There was another crisp sound. This time Ron struck hard. The investigator was sent flying more than a meter away and fell to the ground. The other two men he brought with him were just about to help him, but they were Ron stared with cold eyes, immediately retracted his outstretched hand and stepped aside.

"Haha, another second-generation ancestor~ If you ask me, the combat effectiveness of the CIA was ruined by you guys who are ignorant and unskilled. They didn't even do basic investigations before setting off."

Ron walked up to the investigator. The investigator took two steps back on the ground in horror: "Since you haven't investigated anything, let me tell you now. I, Ron Lee Cooper, established order in Los Angeles. I don’t care if you are the CIA or the FBI, as long as you come to my territory, don’t try to attack my people at will.”

Marvin was dead, and no matter how stupid Ron was, he would not come to his memorial service without making any preparations.

Joe Mason is performing a new lurking job. Because the lurking is so deep, Ron believes that no one can find him, and Frank, as the last name on the list, naturally becomes Ron's key protection target.

Ron didn't know when the gang would attack him, but the necessary security work had already been arranged. Chris and Arthur had already been arranged before Ron arrived at the church.

One was responsible for sniping, and the other was responsible for on-site support. Unexpectedly, before the attackers could arrive, the CIA, who was not long-sighted, came out first. The most ridiculous thing was that the sniper position chosen by their sniper happened to be in the room next to Chris. .

What's the difference between this and having it delivered to your door for free?

No one really thinks that Chris, a guy who looks almost exactly like Batman, can only use a sniper rifle, right? No way?

"You looked like you wanted to kill me just now, so what do you think, in return, should I ask you to see my brains being beaten everywhere? No doubt, this is actually very simple, I just need to first Pull your eyeballs out and shoot you in the head again, I guarantee you will see the scene I mentioned."

Ron squatted

"Wait! You can't do this!" the investigator shouted in fear, because he understood from Ron's eyes that he would really do this. He had never felt that he was so close to death: "We are not the CIA. , we are the National Security Agency!"

"Really?" Ron looked at his trench coat suspiciously.

"Really! This is our ID." The investigator hurriedly took out his ID and showed it to Ron.

The U.S. National Security Agency is the largest intelligence agency among U.S. government agencies and is responsible for collecting and analyzing foreign and domestic communications data. It is affiliated with the U.S. Department of Defense and is also known as the National Security Agency.

It was independent from the military department at the time in 1952 based on a secret directive from President Truman to strengthen intelligence and communications work. It is the centerpiece of the U.S. intelligence agency.

From this perspective, his status is higher than that of the IRS, CIA and FBI that are known to the public. The anonymous person who worked with Ron several times before came from this department.

At the same time, it is also the most mysterious intelligence agency in the United States. Because it is too mysterious and even completely unknown to other departments of the U.S. government, its abbreviation NSA is often jokingly called "No Such Agency".

"If you hadn't told me earlier, we are one of our own! If you had told me earlier, there would have been no need to go to such trouble. Couldn't I have just asked Moses to go to your place?" Ron immediately put on a smile, pulled the investigator up, and took a picture of him. Dust yourself off.

"Anonymous told me about your organization. I believe that you are a very fair organization. You can definitely give my men a fair trial, right?"

"Don't worry, I will promise to be objective and fair." The muscles on the investigator's face are still trembling and there is a dull pain all the time.

Originally, after calling out his identity, he thought he could dampen the opponent's arrogance and find an opportunity to retaliate. But when Ron called out the name John Doe, he knew that the beating he received today was in vain. .

Anonymous is the codename of the current head of the NSA. Very few people know this codename. Being able to call it accurately is enough to prove that the relationship between Ron and Anonymous is shallow.

"Moses, please go with them, Sarah. Don't worry, these investigators are very amiable people and will never let your Frank suffer. You just need to follow me to the headquarters and wait." Ron said to Frank Nod.

Regarding the content of the Nightshade Project, Frank had already explained to him in the church just now. What happened was that a scientist they were responsible for escorting retreated to the United States from the Soviet Union, the man named Bailey that Alex mentioned.

While on the road, Dr. Bailey and his family were all killed in a car bomb attack. This was one of the few waterloos in Frank's many years as an agent, so it left a particularly deep impression on him, but it was nothing particularly noteworthy.

Of course, this is just what Frank thinks, and Ron would probably think the same way if Alex didn't remind him.

However, after being reminded, Ron looked through Bailey's personal information in advance. Alex was right, this person might actually be able to create a red mercury nuclear bomb, because this idea was first proposed by him!

Frank was taken away by the NSA. For Ron's sake, they didn't give him gloves. After Ron handed Sarah over to Arthur for protection, he followed Chris to the NSA gate in Los Angeles with no worries. Sit in the cafe opposite and wait for him to come out.

"Thank you just now, Chris, how did you deal with that unlucky guy?" Ron was bored and began to tease Chris.

Chris was an anomaly under Ron. Except for topics related to his major and hobbies, he basically didn't speak much. No matter who he spoke to, he always used the simplest words. This led to more special operations teams. A special entertainment activity was to see who could get more words out of Chris' mouth.

So far, the record holder is Hannibal, who asked Chris to speak four sentences at once.

"I walked in and someone had a gun and I just punched him and knocked him down."

"Only two sentences? Isn't this too simple? Can you be more specific, such as whether you used your right hand or your left hand, and how much strength you used?" Ron was extremely disappointed.

"Right hand, half force."

"Okay, that's boring. Is there nothing else in the world that deserves your special attention except for works of art?"

Chris' pupils narrowed: "The man with the briefcase."

Ron followed his gaze and saw a man with flaxen hair and glasses entering the NSA branch: "That man looks like a lawyer. What's so special about him?"

"The way he walks is that of a soldier." Chris' words were as concise as ever.

"This is normal. Don't forget, this is the NSA. There will be various top agents working here, working for them. Maybe he is an agent disguised as a lawyer. When you see an agent on the agent's territory, just follow It's normal for you to see sheepdogs in the pasture."

Ron said disapprovingly, but Chris did not move his gaze away and continued to stare at the car he came out of. Faintly, he could see the shadow of a crowd of people: "There are still people in that car, many people."

"This is normal. After all, this is the NSA. There is a team of agents on standby outside ready to perform tasks. It's normal. The person just now may be their captain. What kind of permission do you need to get in..."

As Ron was talking, suddenly the man who had just entered came out again. This time, he had an extra gun in his hand. He waved at the car, and a group of fully armed soldiers got out of the car.

This time, Ron opened his mouth in surprise and could no longer finish what he just said: "FXXK! Are these people crazy? They actually dare to attack the NSA branch?"

But immediately, the gunshots coming from the house told Ron unmistakably that they really dared!