Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Then what should I do?"

Sitting in Ron's stolen "Batmobile", which was actually just an old Ford that had just been stolen, Peck muttered to himself, probably because Batman was the superhero he had admired since he was a child. Tell this mysterious man dressed as Batman.

"You have only two choices now," Ron replied calmly while driving: "The first one is that you completely give up the idea of ​​exposing this matter, and then find a small town to spend the rest of your life. I believe that with the NSA The way they work, they will give up hunting you in about two or three years, and by that time, you can even go back to live in Los Angeles."

"But I don't want this! After they did such a thing, is it a crime for me to even speak out about them? Isn't the United States a country with freedom of speech?!"

Peck felt that his three views had been impacted. Those were the so-called "American values" that had been shaped in his mind by various propaganda methods since he was a child, and now his values ​​had collapsed.

"Haha, freedom of speech? Child, you are past the age of believing in fairy tales," Ron sneered disdainfully: "The so-called freedom of speech is just a joke in the eyes of the real big shots. Believe it or not, as long as there are enough interests, they will Dare you cover the president’s mouth so that he can’t make a sound?”

"How is that possible?" Ron's words made Peck shudder.

Ron smiled and said nothing, and the car returned to silence again. After a long time, Peck seemed to have made a decision, and spoke again: "You just said that I have two choices, what about the other one?"

"The other option is to leave the United States." Ron took out a prepared map and threw it into Peke's arms: "Don't you want to expose their surveillance plan? Don't count on the local media in the United States. You can try your luck in Europe.”

"But those hypocritical Europeans will at best use you as a tool or bargaining chip to negotiate with the United States. You have to be more careful when dealing with them. If that doesn't work, there are probably two places in the world that can provide you with protection. I have already Marked for you.”

There were two countries highlighted by circles on Ron's map, one was China and the other was Russia. Peke raised his head in confusion.

"Why these two places?"

"Because these two places are among the few places where American influence cannot reach. Whether it is the KGB or the Chaoyang people, the killers sent by the NSA will have nowhere to hide. Have you thought about it? How do you plan to choose?"

"I have thought about it, and I have decided to go to Europe." Peck raised his head, his eyes firmer than ever before.

"OK, then I'll take you to the dock now. There are stowaway boats there every night that bring stowaways from Brazil. You just need to get on the boat and tell them that you are V's friend, and they will take you where you want to go. "

Of course, what Ron gained from the Brazil operation was not only a little money, but also an intelligence network brought by the counter-insurgency forces, covering almost the entire Latin America. Now Ron, using his trumpet "V" identity, is in South America. Can call upon the wind and rain.

"Thank you, I will definitely..."

Halfway through Peck's words, a gunshot "Bang!" pierced the tranquility of the night sky. A rifle bullet shattered the rear window of their car, almost grazing Peck's face, and then penetrated the front windshield. The windshield disappeared.

"Lower your head! There's a sniper!" Ron pushed Peck's head down and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Peck's head was pinned down, but he still didn't forget to remind Ron: "Drive the car in an S shape! When I play the game, driving the car in an S shape can make the sniper lose his target!"

"Boy, the sniper in the game is different from the one in reality. The sniper in reality doesn't care whether you walk in an S shape or a B shape. As long as he wants to kill you, it doesn't matter what shape you run! The target of the car is too Big!”

After saying that, Ron seemed to have a feeling. He got excited and punched the steering wheel. The car rushed to the left. Just as the car changed direction, a bullet penetrated the seat next to Ron and sank into it. night.

Ron was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. If the car had been traveling in the same direction just now, the bullet would have penetrated not only the back of the seat, but also his head!

Ron made a judgment in an instant. This was a sniper as good as Hank!

But he had clearly thrown them away at the intelligence station building just now! Why can we still catch up now?

"Mobile phone! There is another mobile phone on Peck that has been tracked!" Finch yelled over the communication channel, and Ron quickly asked him to throw the phone away.

But it was too late to throw away the phone now. The intelligence support team member on the overpass calmly pulled the bolt of the gun, and another bullet was pushed into the chamber. This time, his muzzle was adjusted slightly downward.

"Bang!" The sniper pulled the trigger, and the bullet blew out the left rear tire of the Ford. It tilted to the left uncontrollably and hit a telephone pole on the roadside.

The air bag popped up, and Ron was lying on the air bag unconscious. Peck was shocked and struggled to get up, ready to continue running away, but he didn't expect a strong hand to knock him down on the air bag again.

"If you want to live, keep pretending to be dead!"

It turns out that Ron was not unconscious!

Peck was surprised: "You're okay!"

"What? Do you really want something to happen to me?" Ron lay motionless on the air bag with his eyes closed, and continued to say angrily: "Believe it or not, when I die, you will be the next one to die soon?"

The tires were blown out and the car was scrapped after being hit by a telegraph pole. It was simply a fantasy to escape the pursuit of a professional sniper on the road in an open area.

For them, the only feasible solution was to pretend to be dead, betting that the snipers of the Intelligence Support Team were not in the habit of finishing their kills. When they came over to confirm their deaths, they would suddenly burst out and quickly kill the remaining two people.

"letter."

"Just lie down with me and don't talk. They are coming soon!"

After Ron finished speaking, he half-squinted his eyes through the rearview mirror and saw two figures approaching their car, getting closer and closer. Ron began to count silently in his mind, one step, two steps, three steps... when he counted to the tenth step, The two attackers were already ten meters away from the car!

Ron could even clearly see one of them eating a burger with salad dressing not wiped off his mouth.

Ron suddenly pushed open the car door, kicked hard with his feet in the car, and flew out. At the same time, two Glock 18s were already in his hands.

"Go to hell!" He grabbed the muzzle of the gun with two hands and sprayed tongues of fire, instantly knocking down the intelligence support team member who still had a shocked expression.

"Done." Ron kicked the two corpses on the ground and fired another shot each. Then he felt relieved. He was not the kind of fool who couldn't fill up the gun.

"It's really amazing." Peck was amazed.

"It's nothing. If you start watching short movies and start practicing shooting, I guarantee that your shooting skills will not be any worse." Ron punched the glass of another car on the roadside, opened the door, and shot Pull the wire out from under the steering wheel and start the fire.

"Help us put the bodies of those two idiots in the car. Now no one will stop us from going to the dock."

An hour later, Ron finally brought Peck to the dock safely. Finch had been waiting there for a long time. Ron stepped aside. He knew that Finch must have something to say to Peck.

At this time, he could just push the car containing the body into the sea.

"Hello, Peke." Finch stretched out his hand to Peke, and Peke's lips just moved, and he continued in stages: "I know what you want to ask, yes, it exists, and it is monitoring each of us at the moment."

Peck opened his mouth in shock: "Oh my god! They really built that thing that can spy on everyone. This is a disaster! Where is it? How does it work?"

"Everything you want to know is here," Finch took out a document from his briefcase and looked at Ron. Ron nodded, and Finch thrust the document into Peck's hand.

Peck was a little suspicious: "How do you know this?"

"Because that machine was made by me, and I almost lost everything I loved because of him, so I give you a very sincere suggestion, put it down and live your new life. Goodbye, Mr. Peck. "

After saying that, Finch seemed to have lost all his strength, turned around and staggered towards his car. Ron quickly took a few steps to catch up: "You know that he will not do what you said."

"Yes, from the moment I saw the child's eyes, I knew that he was exactly the same as when I was young. Sometimes I have been thinking, is all this worth it?"

Because of his excitement, Finch was unexpectedly talkative tonight.

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart? If it wasn't worth it, I don't think you would take the risk to do justice with a retired CIA agent. To be honest, I sincerely admire your behavior."

As he spoke, Ron stretched out a hand to Finch, and Finch held it tightly.

"Uh..." Ron looked down at the hands held by the two of them, and his tone was a little tangled: "Originally, I wanted to say that it's time to settle the fee, but if you want to continue lying down, then hold it Okay, but I have something to say first. I am not interested in men. In addition, emotional escort work requires additional charges..."

After completing Finch's commission, when Ron returned home, Sheldon and Leonard had already received the award accompanied by their mother. Leonard also received a long-lost hug from his mother as a reward, but seeing this couple When mother and son hugged each other, everyone felt inexplicably very uncoordinated.

Ron sent his mother back to Texas and took a short vacation for himself. When he returned to his home in Los Angeles, something was obviously wrong in the atmosphere in the house.

Sheldon continued to sit at the computer, studying some weird stuff, while Penny and Leonard were at the kitchen, as if they were arguing about something. When Ron opened the door, he happened to hear the word "Memory".

"Oh my God! My head must not have come back from that crazy place in Texas, what did I hear? Are you two finally planning to get married?"

"I don't know either," Leonard cast his big innocent eyes at Penny: "You really plan to marry me, right?"

Even though he had been with Penny for a long time, Leonard still felt unrealistic.

"Oh my god, of course, why are you asking such a stupid question?" Penny replied matter-of-factly.

"I don't know, maybe because we haven't set a wedding date or even discussed the wedding. What kind of wedding do you want? Indoor or outdoor?"

Sheldon turned around in surprise: "What? Outdoor wedding? No, right? I can clearly say now that I won't go."

"Did you hear that? If you don't want to have an annoying guy at your wedding who keeps falling and falling all the time, then choose a wedding outdoors." Ron opened a can of Coke and sat on the sofa to continue watching the show.

"Okay, then the wedding will be held indoors." Penny compromised: "I want to hold the wedding in the church."

"OK, the guests all wear formal suits. Look at the wedding. We've got it covered."

"Sounds perfect." The two went from tense situations to harmony.

At this time, Sheldon didn't look back and said abruptly: "But the wedding date hasn't been set yet."

"Shut up! Sheldon!" Ron interrupted Sheldon's quarrel in time and turned to Penny and Leonard: "Seriously, you two have been together for a while, I believe you We are finally happy with each other, but it's time to put an end to this relationship. I've even prepared a wedding gift for you. My dear brother Sheldon, how about this gift?"

"No matter how dirty or messy you make the house, as long as you take this little elf into the messy house and take a look, he will automatically clean up the house, except for sometimes nagging a little, which makes you unbearable. I just want to strangle him, and there is nothing wrong with me. However, if you really do this, I will never hold you criminally responsible~"

The blessings were sincere, and the desire to give Sheldon away was also sincere. Ron had discussed giving Sheldon away with George when he was ten years old, but in that traditional Texas town, there was no such thing as The family is interested in the monstrous Sheldon.

"You're right, Ron, it's time for us to set a wedding date." Leonard looked at Penny sincerely, suddenly knelt down on one knee and took out a jewelry box from his pocket: "Penny, you Will you marry me?"

Penny was stunned by this sudden surprise and could only nod her head: "Of course I do."

"Then when are you planning to hold the wedding?" Sheldon continued to ask without giving up.

Ron didn't scold Sheldon again this time: "Listen, I think you guys have quite a lot of free time tonight, and Las Vegas isn't too far away..."

"What a great idea! Let's get married today!" Leonard hugged Penny and kissed her excitedly.

Sheldon gave a congratulatory message: "After so many years of ups and downs, I am sincerely happy for your relationship."

"Thank you." The two continued to hold Niwai together.

"But now get out of my seat." It turned out that the two of them had unknowingly sat on Sheldon's seat.