Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Morning, Rise."

"It's not early at all, Finch. It's already past lunch time. If it's really early, just think that I'm trying to please the boss. What's the plan for today?" The abandoned library has been occupied by Finch and Li. Ser was transformed into a secret base where they would meet every day.

"No arrangements." Finch said seemingly naturally.

Rise put down the newspaper and was a little surprised: "Didn't the machine spit out the number today?"

"You seem quite disappointed."

"I'm just a little surprised that no one is in danger in Los Angeles, no one is plotting to kill someone, I thought I was in heaven."

"Even if there is, I'm probably just thinking about it secretly. Anyway, I think maybe you should take this opportunity to have a good rest, especially today."

Reese turned his head slowly following Finch's words.

"You don't really think I don't know, do you?" Finch took out a small box from his suit pocket: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." Rise took the box and showed a long-lost smile.

"Go, you have a holiday, do whatever you want, do something that makes you happy."

"Do you know what I do outside by myself?"

Finch said, sitting down in his seat with coffee: "I don't know, this is your privacy, and I respect privacy, Mr. Reese."

"hope so."

Without saying a word, Reese packed his things and walked out of the base. Finch watched him leave before taking out his cell phone, finding Ron's number and dialing...

After eating the steak, Ron took his mother to a newly opened dessert shop as usual. However, while eating dessert, Ron met someone unexpected.

"Ron?"

"Caroline, why are you here?"

"Ron, won't you introduce me to this beautiful lady?" Mary looked at the gorgeous Caroline with some displeasure. She clearly remembered that Ron already had a girlfriend.

"This is Carolyn Channing, my friend from high school," Ron introduced in the middle of the interview awkwardly, "This is my mother, Mary."

"Hello, Mary."

"Hello."

The two women's hands were clasped together in front of Ron, but the smell of gunpowder in the air was so strong that even a blind man could see it.

Mary was standing in the position of Collins, her most satisfied daughter-in-law, and looked at Caroline like a vixen. There was naturally a bit of evil in her eyes. Of course, Caroline, who was born in the upper class, was very familiar with this kind of look.

If Ron's life was compared to a TV series, he never expected that it would originally be a cool action American TV series, but the next second it would become a domestic mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drama.

"The new uniforms are nice, but you haven't told me why you are here yet? Has Li Han's restaurant finally closed down due to sanitary issues?" Ron looked at Caroline's new uniforms and quickly changed the subject.

It has to be said that Caroline's new black uniform looks countless times better than the mustard yellow uniform in Li Han's store. It allows her to regain some of her original rich girl temperament, but this temperament is different from that of her and Max. The cheap temperament they developed after being together for a long time is somehow incompatible.

In the same person, two temperaments appear at the same time, and they don't seem to be inconsistent. This is probably only Caroline can do, right?

"It's not just me, Max is also here. Because the business of the small cake shop is not good recently, we have recently added a new part-time worker." When Caroline was talking, Max was still yelling at Ron and the others at the counter. Bian blew a kiss.

"Max? There's another one?" Mary looked at Ron with something wrong.

"Uh, don't get me wrong, Mom, I just invested in their small cake business. You know, I have always liked sweets...Wait a minute, I'm going to answer the phone." Ron was explaining hurriedly when suddenly his cell phone rang. sounded.

Ron was filled with gratitude. Whoever called him at this time had given him enough excuses to escape.

"Finch, thank you." Ron stood up and walked to the side.

"Why thank me?"

"No reason, I'm just happy today. No matter what you ask me for help with, seeing that I'm in a good mood today, I'm willing to give you a 9.9% discount. How about it?"

"Then I'd like to thank you first," Finch sighed helplessly. Ron still hasn't changed at all, he's still the same guy who wants money: "Anyway, I need you to help me protect someone, someone with a very special identity. people."

"A person with a very special status? How special?" Ron quietly glanced at Mary in the restaurant. Fortunately, she did not continue to bicker with Caroline, and Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Henry Peck, a senior intelligence analyst at the NSA."

Ron frowned: "NSA people's lives are threatened. I think you should call the police directly. NSA is absolutely capable of protecting one of their own."

"But the problem is that it is impossible for the NSA to protect him now, or in other words, it is the NSA that wants him to die!" Finch's tone was a little anxious, sounding as if the man was about to die, which made Ron very curious. .

"Why?"

"Because he asked a question he shouldn't have asked, and the question had to do with machines."

"Well, no wonder you didn't resolve this matter with your partner. I thought he was injured again. It seems that you still want to keep some mystery in front of your partner."

"It's his birthday today, and I took it off as a holiday, so will you take this job?" Finch felt very uncomfortable with Ron's teasing tone and asked anxiously.

"If you have money, why don't you make it? Give me a seat and we'll meet later."

After saying that, Ron hung up the phone and walked into the restaurant and put the car keys on the table: "I'm sorry, Mom, I have some urgent work that I need to deal with at the moment. Caroline, can you help me see Mom off later?"

"Of course." Caroline hesitated for a moment, then agreed: "What will you do if I drive your car?"

Ron shrugged nonchalantly: "This is not far from your silly restaurant. The big bald man who always eats with me is the owner of a nearby car repair shop. I happen to have a car at his place for modification."

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"I thought you would drive a sports car over here, but I never thought you would drive such a ostentatious sports car. Are you afraid that others won't notice you?"

Although Finch complained, he still sat down in Ron's Mustang sports car. This car was modified by Toretto. Except for the car shell and the seats inside, almost all the parts were replaced. Once again, even the engine was replaced with an American-style L8 engine, coupled with a supercharger device on the hood, which made passers-by look at it frequently.

"Forget the secret agent skills your partner taught you. Those things are of no use to you. When it comes to professional matters, you have to trust the professionals. You asked me to protect a person. There is nothing like a mobile phone that can roam the world at any time. It’s a better tool for your car.”

Ron looked up at the tall luxury apartment in front of him: "The unlucky guy we want to save this time lives here? I still don't understand why the NSA wants to kill him?"

"Because he discovered the secret of the machine, the U.S. government is monitoring every one of its citizens all the time! God knows how much impact this news will have. The most terrifying thing is that this guy also contacted a reporter and planned to give this secret to Expose it!”

Ron's heart moved. Is this the Snowden incident?

There is no Snowden in this world, so naturally there is no Prism incident. Most ordinary people still don’t know that their daily text messages, Twitter or Facebook information have long been given away by these related companies. The U.S. government inspected randomly.

"Then it's not surprising that the NSA wants to kill this person. Let me guess, your machine's code name just happens to be Prism, right?"

"No, the code name of the machine is 'Machine'," Finch said anxiously as he walked into the apartment building while making a phone call using a telescope to observe Peck walking in the distance: "We must save him quickly, otherwise, he will For every person he talks to, there may be the risk of one more person being buried with him.”

"Indeed, but I have a question. This is your second day following him, right? Was the surveillance camera in his apartment broken yesterday?"

Finch followed Ron's finger and saw that the connection cable of the surveillance camera had been cut off at some point: "No, it was clearly fine when I came here yesterday... What are you going to do?"

Ron didn't wait for Finch to finish what he said, and opened the car door: "Of course it's to save people. I bet you, someone will definitely break into his house now, believe it or not."

Peck opened the door while talking on the phone. Si Hao did not notice that danger had befallen him. Just as he relaxed and was about to take off his coat, a man suddenly jumped out from behind and strangled him hard. neck.

"I'm sorry, I was just following orders." The man whispered in his ear, and the strength on his arms doubled and tightened.

Peck felt short of breath and couldn't even scream. He could only keep kicking his feet, but it didn't help at all.

But just when he thought he was really going to confess here.

"Boom!" The apartment door was kicked open, and a fist hit the back of the killer's head. Hearing a strange sound, the killer immediately gave up on Peck, who was about to faint, pushed him to the ground, and ducked to the side to get out of the way of the fist. Turning around, Ron was behind him.

"My skills are pretty good~" Ron's mouth curved with interest, and he raised his fingers at the killer: "Come here~"

Ron had clearly attacked from behind. Although he was empty-handed, the other party dodged immediately. Those with such skills were obviously not ordinary people.

The killer pursed his lips and did not speak. Although he dodged Ron's first blow, Ron's skill obviously put pressure on him. He took two steps around Ron and suddenly stepped back. Just as Ron En thought the opponent was about to run away, so he took a step forward and prepared to attack with a straight punch, but he didn't expect the killer to bounce back again as if a spring was pressed on his leg!

And with both hands at a high speed, one hand blocked Ron's straight punch, and the other hand formed a knife and stabbed Ron's throat, but the action was fast and hard.

Ron was stunned. He was very familiar with this skill. It turned out that the fighting skills in the military during special forces training were like this. This man was a master trained in the military!

In this case, it was even more difficult for Ron to reveal his identity. He began to regret a little why he didn't take out his gun and kill the opponent immediately. But fortunately, Ron's close combat methods were not limited to military fighting skills.

Ron withdrew his right fist and took a step to the left with his left foot. At the same time, the hand he had just withdrawn reached just below the hand that was inserted into Ron's throat, and he raised it up to hold the killer's wrist.

Before the killer could break free, the other hand had quietly held up the killer's elbow. According to military fighting techniques, Ron had already completed half of the capture at this time. As long as he broke his arm again, he would The only thing left to do is to fight without mercy.

The killer was shocked and violently pulled his hand back, but Ron didn't fight with him. All of what he had just done turned out to be just a feint. The killer tried harder, but Ron simply let go.

The force of the closing hand was so great that the killer was suddenly thrown off balance by the force. Before he could stabilize his body, Ron had already taken a step forward and struck with his elbow.

"Click~"

In one blow, the killer's chest ribs were broken.

At the same time, Ron kicked his left foot hard on the ground, and when he was about to jump up, he suddenly raised his right knee. The killer's face instantly turned purple and he fell to the ground.

Because there were already too many cases of overturning without finishing, Ron did not stop and immediately pulled out a dagger and inserted it into the neck of the fallen killer.

"Papa ~" Until it was confirmed that the killer was no longer breathing, Ron wiped the dagger on the killer's body and inserted it back into his waist. He clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Peck, now..."

Ron turned around, and Peck had quietly slipped away while Ron was fighting with the killer.

"Finch, Finch, I think I'm in a little trouble."

"What's wrong?" Finch downstairs pressed the earphone nervously: "Are you late?"

"That's not true. It's just that the naughty boy just slipped away while we were fighting. Can you track him again?"

"Me? A cripple? You want me to follow a young man who is running wild?" Finch looked at Peck who hurried out of the apartment, gritted his teeth, and followed quickly.

At this time, Peck picked up the phone and dialed, and Finch quickly picked up the phone. He had already hacked into Peck's phone and could monitor his calls at any time.

"Hello?" It was a woman's voice on the phone.

"I'm looking for Ted Gibbs," Peck said hurriedly.

"Hello?" This time it was a deep male voice.

Peck was overjoyed that he was finally saved: "Hello, Deputy Director Gibbs, my name is Henry Peck, and I work under you."

"This is my daughter's phone number. How did you get this number?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but someone was trying to kill me. I just asked a question and I got arrested, lost my job, and they tried to kill me..."

Only in the middle of Peck's eloquent words did the man opposite suddenly interrupt him: "Don't call me again in the future, beep... beep..."

The phone was hung up!