Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Congressman Alan Trumbull is Ron's foreign aid.

Allen walked into the conference room and glanced at everyone: "On behalf of the parliament, I authorize Hobbes and Ron to investigate this case. Who objects?"

There was silence everywhere. Helen's lips moved but she said nothing. It was a very unwise move to go against the council's decision at this time.

"OK, thank you, Mr. Congressman. Since no one has any objections, we will take over this place." Ron sent the Congressman away and sat down on the chair of the conference room. Hobbs rolled his eyes, but did not say anything. What: "Now tell me, how is the progress of your investigation, just you, you."

Ron pointed at the FBI agent he had just slapped.

"Ah... let me take a look... We just found out that the money in Banning's overseas account was transferred from the Moscow State Bank, so we are preparing to issue an announcement saying that he collaborated with the enemy..."

"Collaborating with the enemy? How did you come to this conclusion?" Ron slapped the table. This man was hopelessly stupid: "If I transfer 10 million to you from the Moscow State Bank now, will it also prove it? Are you collaborating with the enemy? Gentlemen, please do not bring your political stance to the case."

"Then what do you mean, Banning was wrongly accused?" Helen said thoughtfully: "In this case, should we withdraw our manpower to track Banning?"

"Why withdraw it?" Ron asked rhetorically: "Not only can we not withdraw it, we must also intensify the tracking of Banning. In addition, the accusation of collaborating with the enemy that you just mentioned has also been spread."

"Why?"

Ron showed a smirk: "If my judgment is correct, someone will be more anxious to find Banning and find a way to make him disappear, so that these charges can be confirmed."

"Of course, you can't be idle. Where was the drone that attacked the president produced? Why could the car that attacked the president be so close and no one discovered it? Who is in charge of that area? Is there anyone in the Secret Service who knows the president's travel plan? Who is there? Find out the identities of the people in the other two cars on the night Banning escaped!"

Ron gave the order, and the entire FBI began to get busy again, and a day later there was new progress.

"We found out who died that night. They were Saliente's mercenaries!"

Hobbs excitedly came to Ron's temporary office with the information: "Although their DNA information has been erased and cannot be found in the federal information database, the cameras have captured them entering and exiting Saliente Global Company!"

"Well done, although the news comes a little late." Ron dropped a photo on the table.

The photo was taken in a forest cabin. There were a row of corpses on the wall of the cabin, and there was a line on the wall: "We are Saliente's mercenaries."

Hobbes was shocked: "Where is this place?"

"In a dense forest in Pennsylvania, our people tracked Banning into the dense forest and then disappeared. They did not take action according to my order and just stared from a distance. As a result, these guys followed Banning into the dense forest that night, and then we People saw the great fire..."

Ron showed a playful smile: "The next morning, when our people went in, they found these unlucky guys who had been killed by landmines, and the writing on the wall. I guess he didn't know it yet. The person in charge of the case has been replaced, so that should be the message he left for that idiot."

Helen, who was working next to her, pressed the pen on the paper hard and scratched the notebook.

"Landmine?" Hobbes was a little surprised.

"Yes, that's right, it's a mine, and it's a very old model." Ron nodded.

"But how did he arrange the mines in such a short time?"

"I think I can answer you this question," Helen stood up and handed Hobbs a piece of information: "I just found out that Banning's father is a Vietnam War veteran. After the war, he was afraid of hurting his family due to traumatic stress disorder. So he took the initiative to leave and live in the forest, and that wooden house became his house."

Helen stood up: "I want to prove that I am not a fool. I applied to join the subsequent investigation."

"Then what do you think we should do now?" Ron looked up at Helen.

"I think……"

Just as Helen opened her mouth, an urgent news break came on the TV: "Currently, the interim president has launched a diplomatic inquiry to Russia regarding the assassination of President Frank, calling on Russia to hand over the murderer. To achieve this goal, the use of war and other means will not be ruled out..."

Helen suddenly felt blessed: "I think we should protect the president! Vice President Bryce is also with them!"

The evidence has not yet fully established Banning's accusation of collaborating with the enemy, but he is so eager to provoke Russia. Even a fool can see that there is something wrong with Vice President Bryce.

The simplest answer is that he is already involved with those mercenaries.

President Frank's policy has eliminated all military contracts. Therefore, if you want to use these mercenaries again, there is only one possibility, and that is for the U.S. military to suffer a large number of casualties on the battlefield, and the public will actively call for the use of mercenaries.

It has to be said that with good calculation, besides the mercenaries, the arms companies may not be involved in this matter.

Therefore, in order to achieve this goal, they must make Frank a dead man.

"I take back my previous comment about you being an idiot." Ron nodded appreciatively: "Now, arrange the manpower immediately. We must get to the hospital before those desperate mercenaries. In addition, notify our people if anyone sees them. When we get to Banning, just ask him to join us."

"Yes, sir!" everyone replied together.

After the FBI left, Ron stood up and stretched: "This matter is finally over~"

"Do you think they really have the guts to send mercenaries to assassinate the president? This is tantamount to rebellion." Hobbes still maintained an expression of disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible, Hobbes. When capital comes to the world, every pore is dripping with dirty blood," Ron shrugged, looking like he had long been accustomed to it:

"As soon as there is an appropriate profit, capital becomes bold. If there is 10% profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is 20% profit, it becomes active; if there is 50% profit, it will take risks; if there is 100 With 300% profit, they dare to trample all human laws; with 300% profit, they are even willing to sell the rope with which they hang themselves."

"And the war profits, at least 1,000%, are enough for them to do anything that seems crazy, which of course includes killing a bunch of presidents who are getting in the way."

Hobbes opened his mouth in surprise, and Ron lifted his chin up: "And we happen to be a country dominated by capital, don't we?"