Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to the professional sensitivity of his background in intelligence work, he did not dare to believe anyone who wanted to approach. His people.

Who knows if the rescue was self-directed and performed?

"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron came to Finch at some point.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must not let him know our existence. Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and took a few steps forward, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone from inside.

Looking up again, Peck had long disappeared.

"Well, we're in bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bug and dumped us!"

"Yes, so I think we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home. It was so ambiguous that Finch's anus tightened. .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits. His card swiping records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the computer showing red withdrawal messages everywhere. After clicking on the map, Zhe said in shock that he had never encountered such a situation before. How did Peck do it?

"He probably gave all the cards to homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

Ron was referring to Peck's old mobile phone that he picked out from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to be mined.

Finch showed the memory card that was completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean the phone. The memory card cannot be recovered. What is the situation of the people who are chasing him?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up the living is usually completed by an elite team, usually a combat team of three to five people. The man who fought me had rifle ammunition in his pistol. As far as I know, there is only one unit Those who can do this are the intelligence support team, a special force that has always been extremely secretive."

Ron shook his head helplessly: "Things are starting to get troublesome~"

"Are they great?"

"It's not a question of whether they are powerful or not..." Ron looked at Finch's curious eyes and sighed helplessly: "Well, they are indeed a little bit powerful, but that's not the point. The point is, I With my current status, strictly speaking, they and I are on the same team. In fact, the most suitable person to take action in this kind of thing is your partner."

"Then what are you going to do? Join the team chasing Peck now?" Finch took out the checkbook from his arms and tossed it back and forth in his hand.

"How is that possible?" Ron's eyes widened and he stared at the checkbook flying in the sky: "I still prefer the taste of U.S. dollars to fulfilling my duties. I think we should hurry up before them. Find Peck.”

"If they want to find a person who has lost their mobile phone, the method is probably the same as mine, which is to start from a place that meets the basic needs of life, a place where they can sleep, eat, hide, and also have access to the Internet, such as A hotel with internet service, the kind that only accepts cash.”

Finch entered the conditions mentioned by Ron into the computer one by one, re-screened the map, and finally locked in the last three hotels, but this time he encountered difficulties again.

"These three hotels are in different directions in Los Angeles. If I go to one of them and don't find someone, during the time I go to the second place, I believe they will definitely find him before us. What else? Is there any way?"

Ron frowned, he was not satisfied with this result.

"Don't worry, I can solve this problem. If he checks into one of the hotels, he will definitely go online immediately and try to hack into the intelligence station in Los Angeles, where he works, so I only need to check these few Search records sent by hotels to the Internet..."

Returning to his field of expertise, Finch seemed to have turned into an omnipotent god. He tapped lightly on the keyboard. On the screen, countless search records began to be deleted one by one. In the end, only one search was issued from the North Hotel. Record.

"Ron, you should come and take a look at this. In addition to hacking into the intelligence station where he used to work, he also bought some agent equipment from others on the dark web. Can you identify what these things are used for?"

"These are used to interfere with electronic locks." Ron looked at the purchase catalog and unconsciously smiled: "Okay, I think I know where he plans to go. What a stubborn guy, he actually He wants to be embedded in the intelligence station where he used to work. I guess there must be something particularly attractive to him there."

At the same time, outside Los Angeles Airport, three passengers who had just come out of the airport went directly to the airport parking lot, found a dilapidated van, and inserted the keys into it.

The door opened with a "squeak", and on the back seat, various knowledge equipment that had been prepared were lying there quietly.

"Are we going to start action now? Should we find a pole dancing bar to relax first as usual?" One of them opened the magazine, checked the bullet and asked excitedly.

"No, we must act immediately. Something happened. He has backup. Kandy has been killed." The leader opened the envelope beside the driver's seat and frowned more deeply as he looked at it.

"Backup? Who is it?"

"I don't know. Judging from the condition of the body, he should be a Muay Thai master. I have already said that Kandy was too trusting. He should use grabbing instead of using his bare hands to deal with the enemy. You should all learn this lesson."

There was also a photo of the corpse at the scene in the envelope. It was hard for the NSA to act so quickly. In the photo, the corpse had a total of three injuries, one of which was a penetrating wound on the neck with a sharp weapon, which was also a fatal injury.

The other two injuries were bruises on the chest and private parts. Based on the experience of the leader, these injuries should be caused by elbows and knees. Kandy is one of the people with the highest level of close combat among them. If he is killed, the person who killed him must be a master!

Late at night, Ron put on the long-lost Batman suit and stood on the roof of the office building where the NSA intelligence station was hidden. The night wind blew his cloak.

"I don't understand. There are so many kinds of clothes to hide one's identity. Why do you have to wear such exaggerated clothes? Is there any special meaning?"

"Of course," Ron replied in a deliberately low voice under the mask: "Because when I do things that represent justice, I need a mask of justice."

"But I've never heard of any Batman offering services for a fee." After hanging out with Ron for a long time, Finch also learned to complain.

"This cannot be confused. Bruce Wayne is a second-generation super rich man who is extremely wealthy, and I am just a low-level civil servant who can't even afford to refuel~ Where is Peck now?"

"Just entered the station and was printing something on his computer." Finch replied while looking at the surveillance camera.

"Then, the action begins." As soon as he finished speaking, Ron jumped up and fell downstairs quickly. Just when his body had just flown three floors away, the rope tied around his waist slowly began to tighten. The force of traction pushed Ron's feet back to the outer wall of the building. Schron's body was 90 degrees perpendicular to the wall.

Ron pressed the button on his waist, and the rope began to relax again. He kicked his feet on the wall, and it looked like he was running down the wall. Soon he came to the NSA, outside the glass of the intelligence station. on the wall.

"I can see clearly that he is printing all the information related to the machine. If you can prevent Peke from obtaining more troublesome information, I will be extremely grateful, but it is best not to let him know your existence. Try to avoid Direct contact, I’m not ready to be exposed.”

Finch's voice kept blaring in the earphones. Ron took out the microphone and flicked it twice in dissatisfaction, which made Finch's eardrums numb.

"Listen, buddy, I'm not your partner. I have my own way of doing things. You do the information-related work and I'm responsible for the execution. The division of labor is clear, okay?"

"It seems they are coming faster than I expected." As he said that, Ron took out a shield from his back, then kicked his feet hard on the glass wall, and swung out, waiting for his body to follow again. Due to inertia, when he came back, the hard shield had been blocked at the front and hit the glass hard.

"Crash~" The glass curtain wall shattered to the ground.

"Who?" Peck turned around warily.

"Prepare to save your people." Ron raised his hands, holding nothing but a Captain America shield that didn't match his clothes.

"Why should I trust you?" Pike held the information on the printer tightly in his arms and took a step back.

"Since I saved your life before, and now I plan to save your second life, Peke lowers his head!" As he spoke, a small red laser dot appeared on the left side of Peke's head. Ron quickly rushed to grab it, but the distance was no longer enough. So that he could rush in front of Peck. Seeing that Peck was about to be killed by a headshot, Ron suddenly realized and threw the shield in his hand.

"clatter!"

"when!"

At the critical moment, the bullets and shields collided in the air, causing sparks to fly. Driven by the huge kinetic energy of the bullets, the shields bounced off again and flew to no one knows where. Fortunately, Peck's head was saved.

At this time, Ron finally rushed to Peck, grabbed her collar, pulled her hard, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

"Ta-ta-ta..." The submachine gun of the intelligence support team belatedly fired subsequent bullets, but they all missed and only caused a burst of confetti to fly in the office of the intelligence station.

The captain of the intelligence support team calmly waved to his two men. With years of tacit cooperation, the two men immediately surrounded the pillar where Ron and the others were hiding from one side and the other.

Ron ripped off his cloak and swung it to the left.

In the dark night, the people from the intelligence support team only saw a black figure jumping out from behind the pillar, and immediately focused their fire on the shadow.

"Da da da……"

And Ron took this opportunity to suddenly flash out from the right side unexpectedly. The entire body of the intelligence support team member who was originally planning to outflank him was exposed in front of Ron. What else can be said? Just cum and it’s over~

"Bang, bang, bang..." Ron pulled the trigger, and a stream of flames erupted from the muzzle of the automatic Glock 18, instantly emptying the entire magazine and beating the team member into pieces.

It's not that Ron had any issues with the intelligence support team, but because it was dark and the distance was a bit far, Ron was not very confident in his marksmanship, so he could only choose this method.

Facts have proved that his choice was correct.

At this time, the other two people had reacted and quickly turned their guns, but Ron had already retracted behind the pillar. The bullets had no other effect except leaving a string of bullet holes in the wall behind.

"There are two left." Ron threw away the empty magazine and inserted a new one filled with bullets. Peck curiously looked at the belt where he just took the magazine. On his belt, it was loaded like this There are still a dozen full magazines!

"Thank you, who are you?"

"As you can see, I'm Batman," Ron replied as he fired back.

"When did Batman start using guns? And Cap's shield?"

Peck's eyes were full of doubts. Although his life was saved, he was still full of doubts about his savior.

"It started when his Batmobile couldn't fill up with gas." Ron buckled another rope hanging from his waist to Peck's belt: "Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's go!"

Ron threw a grenade, and when the opponent was running around in panic, he dragged Peck out from behind the pillar and ran towards the window he smashed.

"Come with me and dance!"

"Ah~~~"

As Peck screamed in panic, the two jumped into the air together. Ron also took the time to turn around in the air, holding the rope with one hand and pointing the gun at the window they jumped out of.

Sure enough, after the violent explosion, a head popped out of the window, and Ron immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullet hit the person above in a fan shape, and the latter quickly retracted his head, while Ron and Peck took this opportunity to fall to the ground easily.

"This is too exciting!" Peck was still frightened.

"The excitement is yet to come." Ron didn't bother to say anything to him. He directly held down Peck's head and stuffed him into another stolen car. The tires of the car rubbed against the ground and sent out a plume of white smoke like an arrow. Just like flying out.

Peck was puzzled: "How is it possible? Aren't we already safe?"

"Are you kidding?" Ron twitched his lips sarcastically: "Do you know what you discovered? Genius? You discovered the largest comprehensive surveillance program in the history of the United States! And you plan to contact reporters to publish it. From now on Starting from now on, you will spend the rest of your life in the endless pursuit of the United States, are you ready? Boy."