Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Ahem! Mr. Cooper."

Just when Ron was about to use his hands to measure the size of the cute little nurse's meatball, a group of uninvited guests broke in. The little nurse exclaimed and quickly took Ron's hand out.

"I'm FBI agent Helen Thompson," the leading female agent showed her ID: "If it's convenient for you, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"But it's not convenient for me right now." Ron glared at the female agent who ruined his good deeds.

But the other party didn't seem to hear the rejection in Ron's tone, and sat down directly opposite him: "Can you tell me what happened at that time? Why are you and Mr. Frank the only ones here? Two people survived, Mike Banning."

Ron felt a shiver in his heart. This way of questioning clearly meant that the other party was not doing well.

"So what you're saying is that I should die together with the sacrificed Secret Service members. Anyway, I'm just a bunch of soldiers like the men standing behind you, right?"

"That's not what I meant," Ron said, causing Helen to panic: "It's just that as the only two survivors who survived the attack, we just found a sum of 10 million US dollars in Mike's offshore account. account, and your company has been holding a number of drone patents, we suspect that you may be related to this case."

"So you are suspicious of me?" Ron laughed angrily: "Sometimes, I even wonder if you FBI guys have any brains. When you were checking my patent holdings, didn't you look at me? The UAV patents held are four-copter UAVs and jet UAVs, while the attack was on a rear-mounted single-rotor UAV."

"Is that so?" Helen asked the assistant behind her for help. Her expression became complicated after the assistant answered.

"Haha, is the FBI's level now so bad?" Ron asked with a sneer: "You didn't even know the model of the drone and you came here to ask questions?"

Helen opened her mouth and was about to say something, when a panicked FBI suddenly burst in from outside the ward and whispered a few words to Helen. Helen's expression immediately changed.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Cooper, we did make a mistake. Banning should have done all this." Helen smiled apologetically and was about to get up and leave. Ron quickly called her to stop her.

"Wait a minute, you just come here and ask random questions without any evidence, and then leave like this. Is this the etiquette of your FBI? If so, then I think I should go to your FBI more frequently to check taxes. What do you think, Agent Helen?"

"I've already apologized to you, Mr. Cooper, what else do you want?" Helen turned around and asked helplessly.

On the way here, she had already read Ron's information and knew that he was always a very difficult character. She could not ignore Ron's threats.

"I want to know what happened and why you withdrew your suspicion on me."

"My men just found the car that launched the drone near the place where you were attacked. After identification, Mr. Banning's DNA sample was found in the car, and in the Banning family's warehouse, the same DNA sample as on the drone was found. Using the same type of explosives, we have reason to suspect..."

"Oh my God, are all you FBI people mentally retarded?" Ron couldn't help it and sighed. The FBI's in the ward glared at him, but Ron didn't care:

"Everyone knows that Mike was on the same ship with the president. The command records returned from the scene can also prove this. How did he escape from the scene and drive a car with a drone nearby to carry out the attack? ? Use the clone technique?! Do you think this is a ninja movie?"

"But……"

"That's enough!" Helen wanted to argue, but was interrupted by a rough roar from outside the door. The ward door opened, and a figure that was very familiar to Ron walked in.

"Hobbes, what are you doing here?" Ron rolled his eyes.

"You guys go out first and leave this to me." Hobbes sent his subordinates out with a serious look on his face. As soon as his subordinates left, he immediately changed his face to a smiling face: "For such a big case, besides me, there are other people in the entire FBI. Who would be qualified? How would it be? How would it feel to be treated like a terrorist?"

"It's not that great. If your men weren't so useless, they wouldn't be able to suspect me at all," Luo said angrily: "Even if it was really me, you wouldn't think that you could catch me with just those few trashes." Right? Believe it or not, as long as I want to run away, I can kill them and escape in minutes."

"Xin, that's why I stay outside all the time. Fortunately, it's not you." Hobbes came to Ron, put his hands on his shoulders and stared at Ron with a deep gaze until his scalp went numb. , and then said in a deep voice: "Ron, I need your help."

For a moment, the air in the ward suddenly became ambiguous.

"Go away! You piece of glass!" Ron knocked Hobbs's hand off, took a big step back, and patted his shoulder disgustingly: "I can't have this dress anymore."

Hobbs looked hurt: "I'm serious, I really need your help. The FBI in Washington is so screwed, and so is the Secret Service. Can you believe it? The drone that attacked the president was It was launched from a dense forest less than three kilometers away. Even if my grandma were to be the director of the Secret Service, she would not shorten the warning circle so short!"

"Then have you ever thought about another possibility, that they were put in deliberately?"

When Hobbs heard this, his eyes flashed: "You mean, you also think Mike Banning is the mastermind?"

"I didn't say that. Before the final result comes out, everything is possible." Ron quickly denied: "In addition to the Secret Service, there should be many people who know the president's itinerary. I think these people are... So among the people you suspect, you should especially pay attention to the group of people who are close to the defense contractors."

"Why?"

"Because President Frank's recent decree has cut off their financial resources. The so-called cutting off people's financial resources is like killing their parents. They are the most suspected. They can bribe anyone around the president to obtain information about the president's schedule, and even to the president. From this point of view, it is not impossible for Mike Banning to be bribed."

Hobbes quickly took out a small notebook and wrote down: "For example, the ten million in his bank account?"

"Yes, although the possibility of deliberate frame-up cannot be ruled out," Ron nodded: "But whether he can do it clean or not, we will find out tonight."

"Why do you say that?" Hobbes asked strangely.

Ron smiled mysteriously: "Because..."