Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The killer followed the tracker's signal and tracked it all the way to a large pool that exuded a pungent stench. He couldn't help but uttered a curse word: "FXXK! There must be something wrong with this. I don't believe anyone would hide here." Plant a place!"

"That's why he chose to hide in a place like this. I guarantee the signal is here. Let's see where the person is?" The electronic voice in the earphones also sounded a bit suspicious.

Although she didn't feel how smoky the smell was at the scene, she could tell something was wrong from the tracking of the tracker, but she wasn't completely sure yet. It was all just a woman's intuition.

"Let me take a look," the killer looked around and immediately focused on a strange thing floating in the pool. From a distance, the thing looked like a garbage bag full of garbage, but when he looked carefully, he found that the garbage bag had more limbs.

wrong! That's a person! That's a floating corpse!

The killer looked down at the final location of the signal source, and sure enough, it was there.

what's the situation? Did he die before he even took action on the target?

"Boss, I found the target, but his condition is a bit strange. He seems to be dead?"

"What do you mean it seems like?! Death is dead, life is alive. There is no seeming. Go and confirm."

"But..." The killer just said a word in an undetectable voice, and suddenly stopped and changed his words: "OK, I'm going to confirm it now."

The killer walked down another level of the ladder. He squinted his eyes, not because he wanted to show off to anyone, but because he couldn't open his eyes because of the stench. He reconfirmed the target position. After getting closer, he had already You may vaguely see the target's facial features, but it is indeed a person.

There was a distance of about ten meters from where the killer stood to the pool. He suppressed his nausea and took a deep breath. This breath of methane gas almost caused him to die on the spot, but he still endured it, closed his eyes and jumped into the water. jump.

On the ground above the septic tank, inside a RV, looking at the surveillance footage of the killer entering the septic tank, Ron, Finch, Reese, Arthur and Hank simultaneously raised the scoreboards in their hands.

"After removing the highest score of 6 points and the lowest score of 0.5 points, the final score of this player is 4.5 points. Arthur, your score is really harsh. Can you tell me your reasons?" Ron guest appearance Play the role of referee.

"Although he can hold down the splash very well, it cannot be ruled out that it is because there are too many debris in the pool. The splash cannot be lifted. The biggest problem lies in his movements, straight up and down, and even turning in the air. There is no flipping, I will jump... No, I mean if I jump in a regular diving pool, my performance will definitely be better than him."

Arthur curled his lips. He and Hank were pulled here by Ron in the middle of the night. He asked him to drive over in an RV and bring a mannequin from a clothing store. This was the target the killer just saw in the septic tank. thing.

But Ron doubted his words: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I was on the school diving team when I was in school. If I hadn't chosen to join the MI6, I would have most likely become a diver to participate in the Olympics or become an actor." Arthur said dissatisfied said.

"So your hair was washed off while practicing diving? Hahaha..."

Hank mocked mercilessly, and Arthur glared angrily: "You are also bald, how dare you laugh at me?! At the very least, my diving must be of a gold medal level."

Ron curled his lips secretly, what a damn gold medal you got, at most it's just like rubbing gold powder all over your body and wriggling around in the background in other music videos.

"OK, let's talk about the bickering later. Now I want you to go get that guy out for me."

While they were chatting and laughing, the killer was already next to the game target in the surveillance screen. He discovered that it was a dummy and was about to curse when Ron pressed the start button.

The anesthetic bottle hanging under the dummy was opened silently, and colorless and odorless anesthetic gas was released around the dummy. The killer was about to say something to the other end of the earphone, but his eyelids immediately became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness became more and more obvious. numbness.

"You go!" Hank and Arthur pointed at each other in unison, and then moved their targets on Reese and Finch, and began to consider the plan of letting these two people go to work, but they saw the two people next to them. After using crutches, I gave up this plan.

The two of them each had a crutch, and each looked worse than the other. Forget about the vindictiveness of the one opposite, it would be too good to use the disabled person.

Holding back their nausea, the two of them worked together to fish the killer out of the pool. The killer's headphones immediately caught Ron's attention.

"No. 8, No. 8, how are you identifying the target? I saw that the signal source has stopped moving for a long time. What happened there?"

There was still sound coming from the killer's earphones. In a hotel twenty kilometers away, a woman was calling non-stop. Since just now, the tracker's signal has stopped at the same place for more than ten minutes. This is a very abnormal phenomenon.

She had contacted her just five minutes ago. Logically speaking, there should be news by now. However, the fact is that except for the sound of falling water at the beginning and a few strange collisions later, there was nothing else. came the voice.

"Let me borrow your clothes." Ron couldn't help but pull off Rise's suit jacket, put it on his headphones and picked it up. Rise's eyes twitched, if he hadn't been able to beat you, he would have beaten you to death.

"I'm sorry, your second killer was also taken care of by me. Do you have a replacement? If not, then I have to declare the game over... Ah no, it's not over yet, I haven't caught you yet. Isn’t it?”

Ron wiped the earphones on Rise's suit a few times before answering in an elegant tone.

At the same time, he also secretly regretted it in his heart. He originally wanted to prank it, but he didn't expect that he would fall into the trap in the end. If he had known better, he wouldn't have played like this.

As for the killer on the ground who slept like a dead pig, Ron had given up.

This guy, Ron knew he was just a chess piece from the moment he heard the electronically synthesized sound in his headphones. He had never even heard the real voice of the person giving him orders. Damn if he knew anything else.

Ron can guarantee 100% that he is just a puppet controlled by the mastermind through the network cable. Ron knows that there are many people like this.

Most of them are veterans who have participated in the war. Some of them re-entered military service companies after retiring and worked as mercenaries, while others registered as killers on the dark web. This idiot was obviously one of them.

"How did you see it?" Finch asked in surprise.

"There was a scratch on his neck near the aorta. Only shrapnel could cause such a shape without being fatal."

"The calluses in his mouth were caused by long-term exposure to guns, and both hands have them. He obviously used a rifle. Those who often use rifles as weapons are definitely not ordinary gangsters, but veterans on the battlefield."

"The way he walks contains some commonly used tactical moves."

, several guys who had been on the battlefield gave their own basis for their guesses, which opened the eyes of Finch, a layman.

"Hey, are you still there? Don't you want to continue playing with me? How about this, let's take another gamble. In this game, we will bet on whether Powell will be convicted first, or whether your employer's criminal evidence will be found first. .”

Ron continued to use words to provoke the other party, but as early as the first time the killer was fished out, Finch had already connected the killer's mobile phone and began to reversely trace the IP address of the mysterious person who had been talking to the killer.

"How long?" Ron mouthed.

"In two minutes, I have narrowed down the area to California, but I'm not sure if it's a disguised IP." Finch stopped being distracted and continued tracking.

"Haha, are you stalling for time? Waiting for your hacker friends to find my IP address?" For some reason, the other party suddenly turned off the electronic synthesizer, and a sexy female voice sounded again in the headphones. , of course, does not rule out the possibility that this is another falsetto deliberately released by the other party.

It's not even impossible for him to be facing a big man who picks his feet.

"So, are you afraid?" When the delay failed, Ron simply said: "Afraid that your level is too poor and my friends will find out in a minute? You have no confidence in your own strength, right?"

While talking, Ron made a hurry up gesture to Finch. He began to regret that he didn't call Peggy to work together. Otherwise, with Peggy's strength, he would definitely be able to take down this cunning guy.

"Of course, I, a helpless woman, will certainly feel scared, but even if I give you a chance, will you be able to find me? I highly doubt it."

Finch kept trying to use various codes to attack the opponent's firewall, and this time he also learned from the mistake of underestimating the enemy last time. While attacking, he also continued to strengthen his own firewall.

He even learned the other party's trick from the last time and left a loophole in the firewall that was not easy to detect. This was the trap he set. As long as the other party attacks this vulnerability, he can follow the attack data to trace the source. Find the other party's location.

While Ron was arguing with the other party, the other party finally made a move. It was this loophole that Finch had reserved.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Finch stared at the screen excitedly.

The opponent's code was like a fox, hovering next to Finch's trap. Suddenly it stepped on the noose. Suddenly, a large amount of data followed the loophole and hit the opponent's computer in reverse direction.

"California's confidence information is indeed hidden. She's not here at all! Let me see where he is." Finch entered the new coordinates into the map, and everyone held their breath in suspicion, waiting for the final result. .

The map pointer first passed over California and flew northeast, finally stopping in Washington.

"I knew he must not be in Los Angeles! Let me see where you are." Finch opened the map further, and every street in Washington gradually became clear. In the end, when he saw where the pointer finally pointed, , everyone’s expressions became weird.

White House.

"FXXK!" Ron couldn't help but cursed: "Mr. Finch, what the hell is going on? You don't want to tell me that the president was suddenly bored and pretended to be a female voice and wanted to kill a California congressman. Let’s play?”

At the same time, the female voice on the opposite side laughed again in the earphone: "How is it? Have you found my location? Are you coming to catch me now? I can wait for you here~"

"No, no, no, what's wrong with this?" Finch double-checked the code of the exchange in disbelief, and finally found clues in a piece of code: "I know! She didn't do it at all in the beginning. Disguise, use your real IP to control the phone, because this method looks too fake, but I ignored it. She has always been in California, right in Los Angeles! Give me two more minutes, and I will definitely find her!"

"Hahaha, take your time to find it. I've had enough fun today. Maybe next time we can have another round and have fun~ Good night, cute idiots."

The other party chuckled and hung up the phone, and Ron's clues were once again interrupted.

"If nothing unexpected happens now, I can only find some clues from the parliamentary assistant." Ron sighed, his expression a little ugly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Rise took a call. When he finished the call, his expression became even weirder.

Finch noticed something was wrong with his expression: "What's wrong?"

"Half an hour ago, the parliamentary assistant was found dead in his home. It was a suicide. There was a confession. Powell is safe. We succeeded."

"FXXK!" Ron couldn't help but uttered another curse word. It seemed that he won this round, but in fact he completely lost.

Apart from defeating the incoming killer twice, he had no other achievements. It felt very bad to be played in the palm of his hand from the beginning to the end. To be precise, except in front of Peggy, no one had ever made him so powerless. .

Of course, it is not accurate to say that the other side has completely won.

Although Ron couldn't figure out the details on the other side, correspondingly, the information here was not exposed very much. The old library that Finch exposed was just one of his many safe houses.

The antique shop belongs to Guan Yuming, and it would be difficult for anyone to connect an old Chinese man living in Los Angeles with Ron.

As for more private information, there is no risk of leakage at all. This game is equivalent to a battle between the two sides on the Internet.

Ron looked at the slightly bright sky and stretched: "Forget it, that's it for today, I'm going back to sleep."

"Then what should he do?" Arthur kicked the sleeping killer next to his feet.

"There's no need to ask. Take him back to the base and check if he has evaded taxes. If so, he will be fined double and asked to pay. If he can't pay, he will be thrown into Shawshank Prison to build roads. When will he earn enough to pay the fine? Then let the person out." Ron replied viciously.

The Shawshank Prison Ron was talking about was of course not the VIP area that Mr. Channing believed in, but the ordinary area where Andy had lived before. All prisoners had to go out to work to make up for the crimes they had committed before.

The current warden happens to be from Ron's side.