Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In a secret agency in London, Ron was sitting next to the interrogation table. Opposite him were two British agents and their boss Mycroft Holmes.

"Do you deliberately keep me here to commend me for my outstanding contribution to British anti-terrorism operations? Actually, you don't have to be so polite. Just give me a one-ton medal. As long as this medal It’s made of gold.”

As if Si Hao didn't care about the special position where he was sitting, Ron said carelessly, as if he was really here to receive the commendation.

In fact, he certainly had reason to think so. When he directed the Secret Service agents to throw all the gold and jewelry on the ground, the entire slum went crazy and immediately fell into looting, which not only seriously hindered the terrorists' chased them, and a large-scale conflict broke out with them.

Ron effortlessly received a group of free reinforcements.

Less than twenty minutes after the slum thugs and the terrorists exchanged fire, the nearby British military camp took the initiative to enter the city to suppress both parties, and the president was naturally rescued.

Ron should have felt lucky at first, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that this matter was very interesting.

Before, no matter how much noise the terrorists made in the city, all the forces belonging to the British were as dead as without any reaction. But not long after Ron robbed the bank vault and jewelry store, even the army was dispatched. .

Sure enough, it doesn’t matter how you deal with politics, but when it comes to money, can’t the capitalists and the politicians controlled by the capitalists just sit still?

"Our British government will definitely commend you for your behavior in the future, but now we want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start with gold," Mycroft looked at his hands. The long form makes me feel a little headache: "Where did the gold in the London bank vault go? And all the gold and gemstones from several nearby jewelry stores were stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of it. I suggest you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought. Hissed and whistled.

"But that's not what our cameras captured. Please take a look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When Yi Kong left, the scarf on his face was slightly raised, revealing Ron's face.

"FXXK, I didn't expect that lucky cat to be a camera. I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then switched back to the calm smile just now at the speed of light: "Okay, I admit that these cases were all done by me. But so what? Those were all necessary measures that I used to rescue the President of the United States. Who made it impossible for certain institutions that should ensure the president’s safety to be missing at critical moments?”

Bastard!

Mycroft felt a burst of anger, and a big tic-tac-toe appeared on the blue veins on his head. What he said was no different than pointing at his nose and calling trash, but he couldn't say it because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side The performance is really impressive, and even describing it as rubbish is considered a compliment.

So Mycroft could only suppress his anger and continue to ask: "Okay, you said this is a necessary means to rescue the president, then please explain why British gold and jewelry are needed to rescue the president of the United States. ?”

"Of course it's because some agencies that should have shouldered the responsibility failed to shoulder the responsibility, causing our lone army to fall into the siege of terrorists. What else can I do except spend money to find some temporary reinforcements?"

"You call those thugs reinforcements?" An agent next to Mycroft slapped the table angrily and stood up: "Do you know? Just because of those jewelry you scattered on the ground, let those thugs kill us. Three whole agents! The best MI6 agents!"

"Haha~" Ron sneered disdainfully: "Why did they kill your agents? Isn't it because you went to rob their things? I think if your people can take care of their own hands and don't do anything mean, They must be willing to save a few bullets."

"Those jewels and gold are not theirs. We are going to take care of them on behalf of the owners to get them back. What's wrong?!"

"Then what's wrong with them protecting their hard-earned windfall? If I'm to blame, it's because your methods were too rough." Ron spread his hands: "And this matter sounds like this from beginning to end. This is all a matter for you British people and has nothing to do with me as an American, and I think the British should have this attitude towards the benefactor who just helped them restore their international reputation."

Mycroft pushed the emotional agent back to his seat, because he knew that if you talk to Ron, once Ron's plan is planted, he will control your emotions bit by bit and make the topic more irrelevant. The further it goes, the more it eventually deviates from the original track. Now he, the mainstay, must control the situation.

"Mr. Cooper, our British government will definitely express your outstanding performance in this operation later, but before that, we want to talk about your problem clearly."

Mycroft crossed his hands and propped up his chin, staring sharply at Ron's face: "You know that whether the gold banknotes in the London bank or the jewelry in the jewelry store are other people's property, you haven't Using the property with the permission of the original owner would be considered theft from a legal perspective in any country, wouldn’t you say?”

In an instant, Mycroft's long-term aura as a superior person burst out. In the past, the people she interrogated would be shocked by the aura when encountering such a situation, began to tremble, and would confess no matter what. However, this time He miscalculated.

Ron followed his example, propped his head up with his hands, and stared back unwilling to be outdone.

"Having the leaders of more than 40 countries assassinated at the same time in their own country, and allowing them to succeed in most of them, can be characterized as incompetent in any country, what do you think?"

Mycroft's momentum froze and he was defeated in this round of confrontation. The security operation he was responsible for had such a big flaw. Even if Ron pointed at her nose and scolded her for being incompetent, she could not find any words to refute.

"I think that after such a huge mistake, the British government has every reason and obligation to pay for our small rescue operation. After all, the value of a little gold and jewelry is nothing compared to the face of the British Empire. How much is it worth?”

What is just a little gold jewelry? Do you know that the gold and jewelry you took away are worth a full 200 million pounds?

Ron's words made the two agents next to him almost quarreled with Ron again, but Mycroft stopped them with gestures. There was no point in discussing this issue at this point, and continuing to talk would only make things worse. Britain has lost more face, and he plans to find other ways to regain his position.

"Okay, let's just assume that the finances you took from banks and jewelry stores were the British government's payment for the rescue, but you should understand that for the United Kingdom, any government expenditure needs to be sufficiently transparent. We Yenu suspects that the money has been embezzled or misappropriated."

"So Mr. Cooper, please continue to cooperate with our investigation."

"Of course." Ron nodded easily, and his whole body was already on the chair behind. She wanted to see what other methods Mycroft could use.

In any case, he would never admit that he stole the gold from the bank vault and packed up all the largest gems in the jewelry store.

"We have counted the losses to banks and jewelry stores, and the total value is about 200 million pounds. However, the total value of the property we collected from the thugs is only 80 million pounds. Can you explain why?"

Mycroft slapped a detailed form in front of Ron.

If Ron was a little nervous before, he was completely relaxed now.

I thought you had some other tricks up your sleeve. So this is all you have?

"You said it yourself, those people are thieves, born thieves. Who knows where they hid their money? They must not have told the truth. I suggest you torture them a few more times. I heard that you Isn’t there a lot of torture instruments in the UK? For example, the Iron Maiden and the like. If you use all the torture instruments, I believe someone will tell the truth.”

"Perhaps torture is commonplace in the United States. After all, what you did in Guantanamo is known to the whole world, but we in the UK are a humanitarian country," Kazuo Mycroft said in a sanctimonious manner: "In a country like ours , respect the rights of everyone, and will never use torture to extract confessions from people."

"In addition, the Iron Maiden is a torture device invented by the Germans. Next time you plan to give an example, please research it clearly in advance."

Humanitarian state? Nonsence! Ron's heart pounded and he spit out thick phlegm.

"Then there's nothing I can do. I wish you good luck." Ron spread his hands and said helplessly.

Anyway, it's just a matter of not being able to pay the bills. With so many hands on the scene, there are plenty of people who can take the blame.

However, at this time, Mycroft showed a smile, waved his hand, and asked the two agents to leave the interrogation room, leaving only him and Ron face to face: "Really? I think you may not understand something yet. , do you know why I detained you yesterday and only asked you for questioning today?"

"Why?"

"Of course it's to collect evidence," Mycroft leaned on the back of his chair: "Just today, our intelligence agents in the United States discovered that someone was selling pigeon's blood grade rubies on the market, the size of which was exactly the same as the one lost in the London jewelry store. Exactly the same.”

"So what? Maybe it's a coincidence. Isn't it strange that there are two gems of the same size in this world?" Ron had a vague feeling in his heart. Because there were so many people watching when he was acting, he couldn't directly put it into his hands. The things were installed in the system space, so the agents could only hide in the car.

But what he didn't expect was that the Secret Service officers were so anxious that they started selling these stolen goods as soon as they returned to the United States, and were caught by British intelligence agents.

"Damn winery!" Ron cursed in his mind. He immediately guessed who had found out the information, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Of course it's not surprising, but since we are talking about gems, let me share with you a little knowledge about precious equivalents." Mycroft walked down from his seat and walked step by step behind Ron: "Due to the differences in casting techniques in various countries in the world, , so the gold stored in banks has some subtle differences in purity."

"We all know that 24K gold means that the gold content is 99.99%, but in fact, this is just to facilitate calculation to obtain a number, and there can be more than two decimal places."

"We've known each other for a long time, Ron. You're a smart guy. Do you need me to continue?"

"Of course not." Ron looked as if he had eaten a fly.

However, judging from various signs, things don't seem to be that bad. Otherwise, Mycroft would not let his two men go out, which shows that he also has certain expectations for this wealth.

Now the key to the problem is back to how much blood Ron should give out to satisfy the vampire Mycroft.

"As you said, you're one of the smartest people I know, so we might as well open up the sky and talk the talk. How much do you want?"

"Half! I want half of all your harvest, which is jewels or gold worth 60 million pounds. That's not too much, my friend."

"It's impossible! I don't even have that much myself!" Ron's voice suddenly rose a few pitches like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "You have to know that there are many people participating in the operation with me. They also want to share the money, I can give you 1 million pounds at most, do you want it or not?"

As he said that, Ron looked like he was indifferent.

"To be honest, now I really wonder if you bought that degree? Haven't you ever studied history? We British started off by piracy."

With no outsiders around, Mycroft simply abandoned all pretense, leaving only his true desire for wealth: "According to pirate rules, all income should be divided into 30 and 70, with the leader taking 7 and the others taking the remaining 3. You should have at least 84 million pounds worth of property in your hands, but it would be a bit too stingy to only take out 1 million."

At this point in the conversation, the two of them were basically in the clear. Ron sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll pay you a little more. After all, this is your territory. According to the rules of the road, I have to pay you a small amount no matter what." Money, is that what you mean?"

"500..." Noticing that Mycroft's face was wrong, Ron gritted his teeth: "10 million pounds, in exchange for this matter, can't be more, otherwise I would rather return all the money to the British government."

"OK, deal."